Once Written, Twice Shy (The Broken Men Chronicles) (10 page)

I rushed off the elevators to get to the reception
desk.  The woman who sat there looked like she was barely out of her teens. 
She bit onto a manicured nail as she spoke into her head-set.  Giving me a
smile when she noticed me standing there, her eyes scanned me from top to
bottom while she finished with her business.

“Can I help you, sir?” she asked with a quick lick
of her bright red lips.  Subtlety wasn’t quite her forte that much was evident.

“I’m looking for Ms. Hidgins,” I said, “can you
tell me if she’s here or if she’s left for the day?”  I hadn’t even thought on
what I would do if she wasn’t in her office.  My efforts could have been
pointless for all intents and purposes.

Her smile faltered but remained slight.  “Let me
see.”  She typed a few beats on the keyboard and dialled what must have been an
extension.  I stepped back, pacing the runner that was by the front of the desk
as I chastised myself for not thinking my plan through.  I wasn’t the most
spontaneous of men.

“Sir?”

My feet came to a dead stop and I turned to face
her.  “Yes?”

“She’s in a meeting but I can show you to her
office.”

I nodded.  “That would be great.”

“Follow me.”  With an exaggerated sway to her hips,
she led me to Ms. Hidgins’ office.  “Let me know if you need anything at all
while you wait, the name’s Lindsay.”  When I didn’t make a move to shake her
hand, she tried to pat my upper arm and I took a step back, hoping I didn’t
look too repulsed but she needed to know that I held no interest in her
less-than-subtle advance.

“He’ll be just fine in my capable hands, Lindsay,”
Hidgins’ assistant said as she remained seated behind her desk giving me a
sympathetic look.

“Thanks,” I said to Lindsay’s back as the young
woman walked away, clearly miffed at the middle-aged assistant that had
dismissed her.

“My apologies about her,” she said, “can I get you
something while you wait?”

Catherine, the assistant, had brought me a glass
of water and a magazine before closing the door to the office.  I waited,
taking a glimpse around the workspace.  There were a few photo frames of what
looked like her and maybe a sister…no, some girlfriend as I remembered her
saying that she’d been an only child as well as a few others.  She had added
her very own personal flair to the place with modern artwork and furniture
along with other decorative accents.

“Thank you, Catherine, have a good…”  She turned
and the words left her for a moment, “night.  Holy shit!”  She covered her
mouth.

There, standing frozen in place was a very
business-like charcoal dressed Alissa.

I grinned.  “Hi.”

As her shock wore off, she graced me with one of
her best blushes, topped with one of her trademark shy smiles.

“Damn, I missed that look,” I said gruffly.

She giggled.  “What are you doing here, you are
here, right, please tell me it’s not my imagination?”

“No, I’m really here.”  I laughed.  “I had to see
you.”

She still hadn’t moved so I took the few steps and
remembered that we had an audience in the form of Catherine who was smiling and
nodded her approval at me.

I winked at the woman, shut the door and wrapped a
hand around Alissa’s waist.  I cradled the back of her head with the other and
leaned in.  She met me halfway for a tender kiss that neither of us was in a
hurry to break.

“I hope you’re okay with me hopping on a plane and
just showing up,” I said over her lips and backed to peck her forehead.  “I
mean, you did say you didn’t have much to do over the weekend.”  I grinned.

“If I had anything on the agenda, I’d be clearing
it, Mr. Presumptuous.”  She giggled before wrapping her arms around my neck and
hugging me as a peaceful sigh made its way out from her when she snuggled into
my chest, “you’re a sight for sore eyes, Paxton Lowell.”

I breathed in her distinct scent mixed with her
light perfume.  My arms squeezed her closer.  “God, I’ve missed this,” I said
in her ear before kissing the side of her head.

“Me too.”

***

Her apartment was much like her office: clean,
organized and modern in feel with crisp lines.  We had stopped at the grocery
store to grab some food, thanks to Alissa’s insistence that she cook me a
real
meal.  I had agreed as long as she’d let me help her.

I noticed the picture of her and Jasper on one of
the French doors as I began to stock the fridge with the perishables.  I smiled
at it and gazed at her from the corner of my eye.  She looked peaceful, content
and the smile on her face still hadn’t faded since I’d kissed her senseless in
her office.  It amazed me that I was the one responsible for putting that smile
there and I’d be damned if I’d see it falter in my presence.

I leaned on the counter to watch her cut up the
vegetables for a stir-fry.  We had music on in the background and I could hear
her humming away to Breaking Benjamin’s acoustic version of
Without You
.

Suffice it to say, instead of helping her out, I
was on a one-man mission—one to quench an urge I had been left with since the
last time we had seen each other.

I snuck up behind her, brushed her silky tresses
off to one side and held on to her hips as I kissed the crook of her neck.  A low
rumbled emerged from her throat when I nuzzled the soft skin below her ear.

“Pax,” she said, dropping her knife onto the
cutting board and braced her hands on the counter’s edge.

“Keep your hands there,” I whispered.

She leaned her head back onto my shoulder while my
hands went to work on the buttons at the top of her blouse, trailing my fingers
on the swell of her breasts as I continued my downward assault.

“Pax.”

Her breathing had hitched and the pinkish coloring
to her cheeks gave her a glowing appearance.

“What is it?”  I sucked her ear lobe into my
mouth, she groaned.

“I…” she said, “we should-”

I pinched her nipples through her thin bra and
smirked into her neck when she yipped at the pleasurable sting.

“Tell me,” I said in a husky voice.

Her body felt hot to the touch, as if an inferno
had begun and I wanted nothing more than to fan those flames until she was out
of control.

She whimpered when I slid a hand inside her bra to
cup one of her breasts and rubbed my thumb against her taut nipple while the
other wrapped around her stomach and pulled her tight against my body.

I licked down her neck and said, “What do you
want, baby?”  She shivered.

I took my hand away from her breast and ran it down
her smooth stomach, heading south.  She moaned when I cupped her sex over the
skirt of her dress.  Her ass arched into my growing erection.

“Fuck me, please,” she said as her hands tightened
on the cool granite countertop.  “I-I need you in me.”

“I would love to, baby, but we have dinner to
prepare.”  I tried to keep the laughter that wanted to escape at bay but the
teasing smile on my face was far from erasable.

I got the exact response I figured I’d end up with.

“Why you-”  Alissa turned to face me and smacked
me across the chest.  When she wound up to push me away, lustful want and sexual
frustration in her eyes, I grabbed her wrist.  With my free hand, I grabbed her
jaw in a firm grip, my thumb spreading and feeling her thumping pulse, and looked
into her eyes.  “A little game or two never hurt anyone, plus, I love it when
you’re this needy,” I said before crashing my mouth to hers.

I bit her lower lip and licked it to ease the
sting.  Her cry indicated that she enjoyed the way I was man-handling her.

I grabbed her hips, turned us so her rear faced the
kitchen island and backed her up until she was barricaded between my arms.  Her
arms bent at the elbows as she used her forearms to pull my head closer to her
face while she devoured my mouth.  My hands rubbed down her sides until I had
reached the hem of her dress.  I began to hoist the garment up and around her
hips, and squeezed her tight ass.

She gasped at my roughness and I pulled away long
enough to see the surprised look on her face which faded into pure animalistic
lust.  Sitting her on the counter’s edge, I kissed her hard and fierce, supporting
the back of her neck as I lay her down on its surface.

Now this is a buffet.

I reached for her lacy grey thong and pulled it
down her legs, kissing, licking and nipping the inside of her thighs, feeling
her lean muscles tense.

I peered up at her, lost and enjoying the erotic
sensations I had brought forth.

Reaching for the barstool, I sat myself down,
lifting her legs over my shoulders to marvel at the sight of that glistening
core of hers.  “Your pussy is begging me to taste it, baby,” I said my voice
hoarse with lust.

“I need you, Pax.”

I blew on her heated core and watched her lower
lips tense up at the feel of the cool air.  I gave her a long lick from bottom
to top and felt her hips twitch in want under my hands.

“Undo the rest of that blouse, sweetheart, I want
to see those tits.”

She did as I told her and I was glad to see it was
a front clasped bra.  I reached up and tackled it with one hand as it snapped
open to either side of her, her speed insufficient for my liking.

“Mmm…”  I let my fingers skim over their perked
tips before pinching one and twisting it causing her to arch her back.  The motion
caused her to jam those juicy folds of hers into my face.

No longer able to resist, I grabbed onto her outer
thighs, stuffed my face in that wet and swollen haven and began to feast.  My
lips sucked her clit, while I plunged a finger into her, arching it so it hit
that sweet spot that seemed to make her detonate twice as hard.  Her hands
reached down to grip the edge of the countertop in an effort to brace herself.

Her moans grew louder and when I looked up, her
hands were pinching, tweaking, rubbing those pebbled peaks of hers as I lapped
up every ounce of her juices.  I added a second finger and then a thought hit
me.

I wonder…

I continued to suck on her nub before removing my
fingers from her core and proceeded to that tight puckering of skin in the
folds of her ass cheeks.  She was so far gone and the pulsating of her muscles
was telling me that she was near eruption.  I rubbed some of her juices around the
tight hole before adding gentle pressure.

She moaned loudly, her knuckles back to gripping
the counter had turned white and she shocked me further when I felt her push
onto my hand as if to pull me in faster as this new area I was exploring gave
way with slight resistance.

I thrust my finger in a gentle manner and felt the
tension in that area ease, allowing me smoother movement.  I now had a finger
in both holes and my mouth was clamped down on her protruding bud.  The sounds
coming out of her would have brought me to my knees had I not been sitting.

“Oh, God, Pax.”

I hummed into her heat.  Her body shuddered at the
same time and both holes began to tighten and pulse in a rhythm around each digit. 
With a few additional thrusts, her body bucked off the counter and I heard the
most amazing guttural cry of passion, followed by the largest squirt of juices
I’d ever witnessed.

I was so hard, it hurt.

Withdrawing my hand from her dripping mound, I kissed
up her bare stomach, past the valley of silken skin between her breasts, up to
her neck and jaw.  I captured her parted and swollen mouth in a slow sensual
kiss.  Her chest rose and fell heavily as she grabbed my face to hold me
there.  Alissa wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her high-heels into my ass,
the pain from their jabbing me, made me want to rut against her like some kind
of wild beast.

I nuzzled her jaw.  “Damn, baby,” I said, “that’s
got to have been the hottest thing ever.”

“What was that all about?” she asked.

I sat her up and pecked her mouth.  “Something
new,” I said, “and by the looks of things, I’d say that you enjoyed it.”

She traced my jaw with the tip of her index.  “Mmm…now,”
she gave me one of her mischievous smiles, “let me take care of you.”

I groaned as she cupped me through my pants.  “As
much as I’d like that, I think maybe we should get a start on dinner,” I said. 
Her bold touch, if she kept it up any longer, would cause me to embarrass
myself.

She eyed me with a knowing grin.  “Are you sure?” 
I would cave if I allowed her to continue but her firm rubbing felt so damn
good.

“You devil woman, it’s damn well near impossible
to resist you.”  I shook out my sex-addled brain and grabbed her wrist to still
her hand and pulled it away.  She gave me a disappointed look.  I’d be lying if
I said I wasn’t going to be sore for resisting her.  My dick was hard enough to
knock nails into a board if I had the notion to do so.  “There’ll be hell to
pay later.”

I groaned as I turned and walked to the sink to
wash my hands, deciding that I already regretted my decision.

“I’m counting on it,” she said.

I heard her rustling in the background and assumed
that she was straightening herself out.  Footsteps stopped directly behind me
and she hugged me from behind as I dried my hands off.  Turning around in her
arms, I was shocked that all she had on were her heels.

Her hands went to work on my buttoned shirt and
opened it.

I growled.  “Alissa.”

She gave me a not so innocent pout.  “What?  I
can’t wait for dessert and you can’t tell me that
that
is comfortable.” 
Her eyes moved downward.  “Besides, you, Paxton, are the only thing I’m hungry
for right now.”  She gave me a sloppy kiss as she unfastened my pants.

Before she could drop them and fall to her knees,
I wrapped my hands around her upper arms to stop her.  “Not here,” I said.  “I
don’t want that, sweetheart.”  She eyed me as if I had rejected her, “not right
now at least.  I want you under me.”  I kissed her, “No foreplay, baby, I want
to be buried deep inside you and watch those eyes of yours darken and glaze
over as I make you come.”