“We’ll order pizza later,” I told her as I bent down and lifted her up over my shoulder.
Giggling, she braced herself with her hands on my lower back. “What are we doing now?”
Smoothing my hand over her ass as I walked out of my kitchen and toward my bedroom, I told her, “Round two. Then we’ll eat. ”
Yeah, we went at it just as hard, and I love the wild, uninhibited f**king with Sutton. She loves it too, I can tell. Just the thought of it starts my dick twitching again, so I take another slice of pizza from the box to refocus my attention for just a few minutes.
“So has Brandon tried to contact you?” I ask casually. I’m not worried about the moron. He doesn’t present a threat to me, but I don’t want him bugging Sutton if she’s not into him. She doesn’t need the stress.
“Yeah, he called me a few times today but I haven’t called him back yet,” she says, picking a piece of pepperoni off her slice of pizza and folding it delicately with her fingers. Then she pops it in her mouth, licking the grease off.
Yup…my dick jumps again just watching her do something as innocuous as eating a piece of pepperoni.
“Why do you have to call him back? Just ignore him,” I say simply, taking another bite of pizza.
Sutton shrugs her shoulders with a quick jerk, her brows furrowed inward. “I guess I feel like I owe him an explanation or something. ”
Setting my slice of pizza down on my paper plate, I wipe my hands with a napkin, ball it up and then throw it down on the table. “Why do you think you owe him? He dumped you, right?”
My question isn’t asked with any censure implied. I’m genuinely curious as to why she feels this way.
“I guess because there was a time I loved him. And because he once gave me an explanation. He didn’t have to, but it was important to him to do so. I may not like what he told me, but I’ve always appreciated his honesty. ”
My gut clenches a bit over hearing her proclaim she had love for the guy. I know rationally that they once loved each other, but hearing it said out loud, in conjunction with the fact that she feels an obligation to him, doesn’t feel so hot. A flash of jealousy hits me hard and I try to tamp
it down.
And because I really need to know exactly how she feels about me, and because I’m too chickenshit to ask her outright about it, I go in a roundabout way. “Do you still have feelings for him? Want me to back out of the picture?”
I pose the question in a lighthearted way, trying to convey that her answer isn’t really that important. Only I know—in this very moment—how f**king important it is, which I suppose is why I’m holding my breath awaiting her answer.
Sutton picks up her own napkin and wipes her fingers. After she lays it down on her plate, she leans forward onto her hands and knees and crawls toward me across the carpet and around the edge of the coffee table. Without pausing a beat, she crawls right onto my lap and straddles me.
My hands immediately go under her bare ass, gripping her softly, and the semi I have been battling since the pizza arrived goes full mast.
She wraps her arms around my neck, leaning her head down and kissing me softly on my neck. When she pulls back, she looks at me thoughtfully. “No, I don’t have feelings for him. Nothing beyond a vague fondness for what we had. He was my first love, so that was special. And I most certainly don’t want you to back out of the picture. Any other questions?”
“Actually…I do have another question,” I tell her. It’s something I’ve been mulling over since last night. “I was snooping through your medicine cabinet at your house before I left this morning, looking for some mouthwash. ”
Her eyebrows rise upward over my confession and she smirks at me in good humor. “Sneaky. ”
“I know,” I confirm. “I found your mouthwash, which I’m hoping made for a better kiss goodbye, but I also noticed the birth control pills in there. ”
“Yeah?” she drawls in question over where I’m going.
I hesitate for a moment, which is completely un-Alex-like. I never hesitate over anything, which is a testament to the overinflated ego that my father helped to create.
“I want to do away with the condoms. I want to f**k you bare—with nothing in between us. ”
I let my words penetrate, offering nothing more. She has nothing to worry about from me. I’ve always worn a condom. I’ve also been tested every year in my routine physical, which is required by the Cold Fury. I’ll provide her that information but I want to see what her reaction is first.
Sutton’s eyes go wide in astonished wonder. I notice a stain of blush on her cheeks, and I start to think that maybe I’ve gone too far in my desire to possess her in a way that’s been different from all others. But then I notice the heat that seeps into those lovely hazel eyes and she licks at her bottom lip. She’d never be a poker player in the bedroom. I can see clearly that the idea turns her on.
“Okay,” she whispers, her legs subconsciously gripping against my h*ps a bit harder. “I’ve never been without a condom before. I mean…the pills are to regulate my period. I was on them long before I ever had sex for the first time. ”
“I’ve always worn a condom before,” I assure her hastily. “And I’ve been tested. I can give you my records. ”
Shaking her head immediately, she tightens her arms around my neck. “No, I trust you—”
“I don’t mind,” I interject.
Leaning in to kiss me, to silence me, she pulls back and looks at me deeply. “No…I trust you, Alex. ”
Guilt flashes through me because maybe she shouldn’t. I’m completely telling her the truth about my sexual history and the fact I’m clean, but the fact that she trusts me so implicitly means her feelings are getting deep. Mine are too, but let’s face it—anything more than a scratch against the surface is practically subterranean for me.
I just hope she’s not falling in so far that I have the power to destroy her when my inherent nature takes over.
“Okay,” I tell her, rather than warning her away, because I want her too much in this very intimate way to listen to my own misgivings.