Misguided Truths: Part Two (Misjudged #4) (31 page)

ONE WEEK LATER

With my head resting on the pillow, I cross my arms up behind my neck
, and keep staring up at the ceiling. I’ve been doing this for a while. Actually, I’ve been doing this since Alexis fell asleep last night.

It’s five o’clock in the morning
, and it’s only just starting to get light outside. I haven’t been able to sleep; not even for an hour. The flashbacks are still haunting my thoughts as soon as I close my eyes, so I figure it’s probably for the best if I don’t even try and sleep anymore. There’s plenty of time to sleep when I’m dead.

W
hen she went for a lie down once the detective left for the second time, I sat with Rye for a while. He and Alyssa have been spending a lot of time out of the dorm because they thought that me and Alexis would be wanting some space.

We talked about what happened,
and it was hard. Really fucking hard. Even the mention of that asshole’s name gets me riled. Yeah, Rye knows about Holly now, and he seemed surprised. Will I ever forgive her for what she did to me? I don’t think it’s a matter of me forgiving her, that’s not what this is all about. From the way she’s written the words in her diary, she sounded as though she regretted what she did. She thought that I was always putting her second place, but that was never my intention. It wasn’t, but now I don’t have a chance to go back and put things right with her. He’s made sure of that. She chose him, when she should’ve chosen me. I would never have hurt her.
Ever.

The cops went over to speak with Rach
a couple of days ago, and she called me right afterward. She cried,
a lot
. It was the first time I’d spoken to her since I left the hospital. She was upset for me, and also for herself. She thought Holly told her everything. Holls always went to speak with Rach if she had a problem or needed advice, but not about that. Do I believe Rach had no idea? Yeah, I do. I have no reason to suspect otherwise because she would’ve told me sooner. I know she would’ve.

I hear Alexis
make a slight sound, and turn on my side, wrapping my right arm firmly around her waist while stroking my fingers through her hair with the other. I rest my face in the crook of her neck, and listen to her light breaths as she sleeps. It’s things like this that I need to make the most of. Simple things in life that you don’t seem to value or appreciate until it’s too late. I’m gonna make sure that for every moment I have air in my lungs, I’ll make the most of every single second I have with her.

I brush my fingers lightly over her stomach, and smile when she lets out a soft moan while pressing her body up against me, “Why aren’t you sleeping?” she asks, her voice is hoarse from just having woken up. I trace my fingers lower,
and pull her nightdress up slowly while skimming my fingers higher over her thighs. “What time is it?”

“I think
it’s time to show you just how thankful I am to have you in my arms again, beautiful,” I whisper, and press myself against her a little more firmly this time. When she inhales a sharp and shaky breath, I smile against her ear.
Oh yeah, she felt just how hard I am for her.

She shuffles over until she’s laying on her back, and smiles as she reaches down to my shorts, “I think I like the sound of that.”

Lazily tracing her fingers underneath, I let out a groan when she runs them lower, until she’s taken me in her hand. She raises her chin up a little higher, and then strokes her tongue lightly across my bottom lip.

“Take this off,” I whisper hoarsely against her mouth
while tugging on her night dress. Grabbing her by the waist, I lift her on top of me until she’s straddling my chest. But, then I have a better idea. She’s smiling down at me with her disheveled hair falling over her face and past her shoulders.
Damn she’s beautiful even first thing in the morning.

I grasp at her waist
, and bring her higher, until she’s hovering right above me, “What are you doing?” She asks, looking down at me, her eyes widening up when she notices me licking my lips.

I take my hands from off of her waist and grab a hold of hers, placing them on the headboard behind me, “Keep your hands on there.” I say, and watch as her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. “It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted you, beautiful.” I glance up one final time to make sure she’s keeping her hands where I asked her to, and bring mine away, running them up her thighs before tracing my fingers along the edge of her black panties.

When I dip my fingers underneath the fabric, I can feel how wet she is already, and let out a growl while moving her panties to the side.
Damn I’ve missed this
. We haven’t been together like this since we were at the cabin. That was over two weeks ago. To say that I’m ready for her is definitely an understatement.

I pull her closer to my mouth until my tongue is swirling over her, and smile when I hear her soft moans as I flick my tongue against her, dipping it inside a couple of times when she starts wriggling against my mouth.

Keeping one hand firmly wrapped around her waist, I slowly run my tongue along her folds while reaching down for my dick, never allowing my eyes to leave her the whole time. Tasting her again, and being able to feel her excitement is almost too much for me to take, and I glide my hand up and down my length at the same speed my tongue whirls against her, “Oh, that’s good.” I lift my gaze to see her face when I hear her whispers, and watch as she throws her head back while gripping onto the headboard even tighter.
Now this is my kinda breakfast.

I actually think that I’m harder now than I ever have been in my entire fucking life, and if I don’t stop rubbing my dick right at this second then I’m gonna explode before I even have the chance be inside her. Nibbling on her clit,
and sucking softly, only makes her thrash herself harder against my mouth, and I know that I need to be inside her right this second.

I shuffle down the bed, and she
glances over her shoulder, with a look of bemusement filling her eyes when I go to kneel behind her. She’s wearing far too many clothes. But then, so am I. I pull my shorts down until they’re around my knees, and lift her nightdress up until it’s high up and around her waist.
Yep. Still too many
. Pressing myself against her, I watch as she bites down on her bottom lip before she turns to face ahead, her hands still firmly wrapped around the bars.

“Damn
, your ass is sexy,” I tell her, and smack her playfully before placing my hands on either side of her waist.

“Are you just going to stare at
my ass or do you intend to do anything else while you’re back there?”
Whoa!
Alexis has never spoken like this before …
I like it.
I chuckle and hook my fingers around the edge of her panties.

“Are you ready?” I ask, wrapping my other hand gently around her throat, tilting her head back some.

“Mmm …” she answers breathlessly, and I rip the panties right off of her body before ramming myself deep inside. “Ah!” A smile creeps over my lips when I hear her cry out, and I pull slowly back, just enough so the tip of my dick’s still touching her. She said she was ready? I tighten my grip around her neck and thrust forward hard and fast. Let’s see if she meant it. “Ah!”

“Dammit y
ou feel so fucking good,” I growl while running the hand that was previously around her neck, along her spine and around to her naval, before resting it lower until I’m circling her clit with my thumb. Pounding harder and deeper with each thrust, I cup her wetness. When she arches her back, she moans even louder. “You like that?” I ask when I lean over and trace my tongue over her earlobe.

“Mmm …”
Not loud enough.
I bring both of my hands to grip her waist, and sink my teeth into her shoulder. “Ah!”
Better.
I move my hands around to her front until I’m cupping her breasts, and then squeeze them tight, thrusting myself back and forth harder and deeper as the sweat drips over my brow, and my breaths become ragged. “Bran—!”

“Feel it!” I growl out, empty
ing my load inside before collapsing on top of her.

Once I’ve made her experience one of he
r most powerful orgasms to date, I go and lay back on the bed, and watch her chest rise and fall beside me.

A couple of minutes pass by
, and I feel her watching me, “Are you okay?” She asks, resting the side of her face on her hand as she studies me.

“Oh, I’m good now,” I answer
, and throw her the widest smile possible. I’m really fucking good. That wasn’t about self-gain right there. I wanted to make her come, hard, and I know I succeeded. I felt her tighten around me, I heard her screams, and this feeling right here is one of the best in the goddamn world. I see her turn away from me, and when I lean over, there’s a frown starting to appear over her lips. “What? What is it?”

“No, nothing,” she
whispers, covering her face with her hands, turning her face into the pillow.
Yeah, because doing that is gonna make me believe you
. I pull her hands away and lean over some more.

“Alexis?”
I ask, and she’s making me worried. She was smiling only a couple of minutes ago. I don’t get it.

She sighs and sits up, bringing her knees up to rest by her chest while
wrapping her arms around them, “You’ve never been like that with me before.” She answers quietly and starts to shake her head.

“Yeah
, well, I’ve gotta keep you happy, right?” I chuckle, but she doesn’t answer me, and instead, she stands and heads toward the door while wrapping her robe around herself. “Hey, where are you going?” I yank my shorts up and go right after her.

“Bathroom.”
Oh, that was snappy.
Before she has a chance to fully open the bedroom door, I grab her arm and spin her around, “Hey, what’s wrong?” She shrugs her shoulders, not once attempting to make any eye contact with me.

“I’m not so
sure I like what you just did.”
Shit.
I feel like she’s just hit my hard around the goddamn face.

“You seemed pretty fucki
ng happy when you were taking it all and screaming back there.”

She brings her eyes up until they’re staring directly into mine, and I notice her
whole face is starting to twist, “I mean the reason why you did what you just did. That wasn’t you back there.”

I lift my head
higher, but keep watching her from under hooded eyes for a second. Nope. I still don’t have a clue what she’s talking about, “I don’t follow. If I wasn’t me then who the fuck was I? The president?”

“
What I mean is you don’t have to prove anything to me, or to yourself for that matter. I’m not going anywhere, Brandon. I’m not her.”
What the fuck?

I grab her shoulders and step closer, not once taking my eyes away from hers. If she’s gonna be speaking in code then I need to at least try and read her so
that I’ll be able to understand what she’s trying to say, “Wait, what do you mean? You’re not who?”

“
I’m not Holly, and I’m not going anywhere. I wouldn’t hurt you in the way she did. I love you for who you are, and I don’t appreciate you using me in the way you just did so you can make yourself feel better about yourself!” Her voice reveals her new found anger, and I drop my hands away from her before taking a step back.

“That’s not what that was about. Why would you thin—?”

“You and I both know that that’s exactly what it was about!” she’s shaking her head, and I can see tears brimming in her eyes. “Now, I really need to use the bathroom.”

I watch her walk out
of the room, and rest my forehead and hands against the closed door. That’s not what that was about at all. She’s wrong. Delusional, in fact. Am I worried that she’s gonna do the same thing to me as Holly did? Well, wouldn’t you be if you were in my position? Yeah, I thought so.  Do I trust Alexis? Well, I trusted Holly and look where that got me.

I rake a hand through my hair
, and then go to grab a pair of joggers and a vest from the top of the closet. When I reach inside, something falls from the shelf and down to the floor.

Huh
. I wouldn’t normally do this, but because I see my name through the clear area, I’m kinda intrigued to know what’s on the inside. Walking over to sit on the bed, I pull the piece of paper out from the envelope just as the bedroom door reopens. I glance over and see Alexis standing in the doorway, “What are you doing?” she asks, and when her gaze lands on the envelope, her eyes widen and she walks over while holding her hand out to me. “Brandon, give that to me.”

Her eyes are darting between what’s in my hand and then back to me, “Why? What is it?”

“Will you please just give it to me,” she asks, and her voice is starting to shake. Well, if I wasn’t intrigued before then I most certainly am now. “Brandon, please?”

“No,” I answer, my brow furr
owing as I hold it out of her reach. “You’ve made me curious.” I keep watching her as she tries to grab it from me. Well, I guess she is pretty short, after all.