Best Friend's Brother #4 (Best Friend's Brother Romance Series - Book #4) (8 page)

I wrapped my arms around her then and turned her
around. I let my mouth cover hers and slid my tongue into her mouth. I let my
soapy hands run down her back and across her ass cheeks as we kissed, and then
I brought them around front and let them roam across her full breasts and
swollen nipples. I used one hand to twist and tug on them, switching back and
forth and I let the other hand drop down between her legs. My fingers found her
engorged clit and she jerked.

“Ian!” I moved my hand and she whimpered. Handing
her the shower head I said, “You rinse off now baby.”

She did as I asked and it was my turn to drop down
to my knees. She moved her legs apart and held onto the wall as I buried my
face in between them and sucked her into my mouth.

“Ian…”

I left my mouth against her lips as I said, “What
baby?”

She sighed, “You’re just so good.”

“We’re so good,” I told her and then I continued my
assault on her clit. She let me go at it for several minutes before she said,
“I want you back inside of me.” Her voice was strangled with desire.

I stood up and kissed her lips again before telling
her, “Turn around, baby. Hold on to the wall.” She did as I asked and arched
her back towards me. I couldn’t help it; I slid back down again and put my
tongue back inside of her. She groaned and wiggled her hips into my face as I
let it slide in and out, slipping a finger in with it.

“Oh fuck! Ian! Oh God!”

“Feel good baby?”

“Oh God, there are no words!” I slid another finger
in and she continued to move her hips against my hand, but when I tried to
touch her clit she pulled forward and said, “No, no baby. It’s too sensitive. I
want your cock. I want to come with your cock.”

I stood back up and grabbed hold of my throbbing
cock. I lined it up and pushed into her slowly. She felt so fucking good. I
leaned into her and just savored it for a few seconds. “Oh baby, you feel so good.”

I started moving in and out of her and as I did, I
reached down and let my fingers find her clit. She let out a loud grunt or
groan
when I touched it and as I began to rub, she continued
to make noises. Finally, she said, “I’m gonna cum, Ian. Come with me, baby. I
want to feel you cum with me.”

I quickened the pace and pushed into her faster and
deeper. I could feel myself hit bottom each time and I could feel her shaking
underneath me. She shuddered once, violently and cried out my name. I knew she was
coming and I was ready. I let myself go and for the second time in as many
hours I had another intense, mind-blowing orgasm. We were both panting and
gasping and I reached around her and held onto her tightly now, afraid that she
was going to fall, she was shaking so hard.

“Oh God, Ian. Oh wow!”

“Yeah,” I said, breathlessly. “Wow.”

I reached for a towel and handed it to her, then I
got one for myself and we both dried off. We went into the bedroom then and
snuggled up on the bed. If someone had asked me to describe how good I felt at
that moment, I wouldn’t have been able to do it.

“Do you have a pair of shorts I can borrow? Mine got
a little…damp.”

I laughed. “Yeah, top left dresser drawer. The T-shirts
are in there too.” She kissed me.

“Thank you,” she said. I finished drying off and
went into the bedroom. She had on a pair of my boxers that hung almost to her
knees and a T-shirt that covered most of it. “How do I look?” she asked.

I smiled and kissed her. “Gorgeous,” I said,
honestly.

“Do you have a hair dryer?”

Laughing I said, “Top left drawer in the bathroom.
Are you hungry?”

“Kind of, what did you have in mind?”

“I thought I’d make us some dinner.”

“You cook?”

I laughed, “Yes, I cook. I’m a fabulous cook!”

She raised an eyebrow and smiled, “I can’t wait,”
she said. “But…while we eat, we’re going to talk, right?”

“Right. We will, I promise.” I got dressed and left
her drying her hair while I went out to make dinner.

I looked into the refrigerator, hoping that I had
something to make. I saw some strip steaks I’d thawed out a couple of days ago
and never cooked. I took those out and some zucchini, green beans and Brussel
sprouts. I plugged in the wok to heat up while I chopped and diced. When I
finished, I mixed them with the strip steak and added some teriyaki sauce and
ginger and mixed again. Then I dropped it all into the wok. It was flaring up
when Alexa walked in.

“Yum! It smells good.”

“Thanks,” I told her, wrapping her up in a hug. “So
do you. Good enough to eat.”

She giggled and said, “You’ve already done that.”

I pulled back and looked at her face. She was
blushing. “After all of the things we just did, you’re going to blush over
that?” She blushed deeper and said, “Want me to set the table?”

“Sure, thanks.”

While I finished dinner, she set the table. I liked
this. It felt right. When dinner was ready, I fixed our plates and got us both
a bottle of water. “Sorry, no fine wines around here to go with dinner. I might
have a beer or two in there…”

“Water is fine,” she said. She took a bite and I
waited. She closed her eyes and said, “Wow, Ian! That is so good.”

“Really?”

“Really,” she said, “I love it. I’m impressed.”

I started eating then and she was right, it was
really good if I did say so myself. We made small talk while we ate. We talked
about my championship fight coming up and her trip to the mall a couple of days
before. She asked me about the fight she came to watch saying,

“Did you not like that guy you fought the other
night…Billy?”

“I don’t really know him. That was the first time I
fought him. Why?”

“You seemed really angry with him. I’ve never seen
you like that before. Usually, it’s kind of funny to me how calm and pleasant
you seem in the ring.”

I was pissed that night, but not at Billy. I was
obsessing over what her dad told me and I was missing her like crazy. I took it
out on Billy. It was not about him. I wondered if I should tell her. If I
didn’t, it would be just another thing that she’s going to find out and be
angry with me for not talking to her about. I was lost in my thoughts about it
when she said, “Ian?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you one more time what you were angry
with me about…the other day here at the apartment and then at the fight and at the
pizza parlor earlier?”

“I wasn’t angry with you Alexa, not at all. I need
to tell you what was going on, but I don’t know how to explain it….”

“Do you want to stop seeing me?”

“Not even a little bit,” I said, honestly. “I let
myself try to imagine that for a couple of days. It was not good. Part of why
Billy got such an ass kicking was because of that.”

“Will you make me a promise?”

“Sure…”

Not that my track record with them was any good
lately. I already broke the one I made to her dad, and I was probably going to
tell her that too.

“Will you promise that if or when you do want to
stop seeing me, you’ll tell me to my face?”

“If I want to?” I clarified.

“Yes.”

“I doubt that’s going to happen, but okay, I
promise.”

“I have a hard time with people thinking
it’s
okay to just walk away. I guess because of my mom…”

She put her fork down and wiped her lips. Her pretty
face looked so sad when she mentioned her mom. I’d never asked about her. I
figured she’d tell me when she was ready. She seemed like she needed to talk
about it now.

 
“What
happened to your mom?” I asked her.

“Nothing…as far as I know. When I was little, she
cheated on my dad. She never told him; instead she just packed her things one
day and left him…and me, a note.”

“She ended her marriage…and walked out on her
daughter in a note?”

“Yeah, classy, right? I always thought she was such
a coward after that. I hated her. That was twelve years ago and I still hate
her. It doesn’t matter though, it’s not like I ever saw her again or ever will.
She thought a man was more important than me or my dad. My dad never got over
her and that makes me even angrier. He’s been single ever since. I know that
he’s afraid of getting hurt again. I hate that he’s not living his life because
of her.” Suddenly everything her father had told me made perfect sense. Alexa’s
mom had ripped out his heart and he expected that I would do the same thing to
his daughter. Shit!

“That explains a lot,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“I have to tell you something, Alexa.”

“Uh oh,” she said, “Sounds ominous.”

“It is, kind of,” I said. I put my own fork down and
said, “The reason I was so moody those days you asked me about was because I
was trying to push you away.”

She furrowed her brow and looked confused
.
 
“But you said you
didn’t want to stop seeing me.”

“I said I wanted you. I did and I do…but your dad
told me that I should leave you alone. He’s afraid that I’m going to hurt you.”

“What? My dad said that? He told you to leave me
alone?” I suddenly began to regret that I told her. She looked really upset. What
if she got pissed at me again? I should learn to keep my big mouth shut.

“He was just worried about you. He wasn’t mean about
it or anything. He’s afraid I’m going to hurt you…He said I hurt you already
and I was afraid he was right.”

“When did you see my dad?”

“I went by your house the morning after you left
here and told me you needed space…”

“I was at the mall. He encouraged me to go and spend
some time on me. What did you come by for?” she asked.

“To tell you that I wanted you and I wanted to make
this work.”

“And he invited you in?”

“Kind of,” I told her. “He said, ‘Come in’ and ‘Sit’.
He expressed his sympathy about my sister again and then he said what he had to
say about you and me. He said that you were miserable and I should leave you
alone. He said I wasn’t good for you and I wasn’t helping you get over your
grief.”

“He makes me so mad when he does this!”

“He’s done it before?” I know it’s silly but that
made me feel a little better. I could tell myself that maybe it wasn’t just me.

“He’s done it my whole life. I rarely dated at all
in high school because when I did, he’d pull them aside at some point and tell
them pretty much what he told you. Then he would point out all of their flaws
to me every time he and I talked. He’s so messed up emotionally from my mother
leaving that he can’t see that everyone is not a cheater and an abandon-
er
like her. I’m sorry, Ian.”

Whew, she wasn’t mad at me at least. I didn’t like
seeing her so upset with her dad though. I hated to be the cause of that.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s really okay…now. I know his reason behind it and you and
I are going to be okay…right?”

She got up and came over to me. She sat herself down
on my lap and kissed me. She tasted like teriyaki and ginger. “Right,” she
said. She curled up against me and I held her like that. I didn’t envy her dad the
conversation I was pretty sure she intended to have with him when she got home.
But selfishly, right now, I was content.

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