Once Written, Twice Shy (The Broken Men Chronicles) (7 page)

After parking the car, I ran around to open the
door and escorted Alissa out.  She followed close behind me until we made it up
the front steps.  I was unlocking the door when I felt her arms come from
behind with a hug.

“What’s that for?” I asked as I pushed the door
inward, urging her ahead of me.

“Just because.”

She turned to face me as I turned the deadbolt.  “You’re
a sweetheart,” I said.  “You do things without thinking, like its effortless
for you.  It’s like you know how the small things matter most to me.”

“Really?” she said and I nodded.  “Most men would
call that overbearing and clingy.”  She shrugged her shoulders.

“There’re a few more things I like about you too,”
I said as I approached her stilled frame and held her hips so she stayed put. 
I kissed her cheek.  “I like the way you ramble on when you get nervous,” I
kissed her other cheek, “how you bite that lower lip of yours when you get
flustered,” I kissed her nose, “how you wrinkle this,” I flicked her nose, “when
you think I’m full of shit like you just did.”  She laughed.  I grabbed her
face in my hands and looked into her eyes, “and I particularly love the way you
look at me when you discover something new about me or when I do something that
gets you all hot and bothered.”  I kissed the side of her mouth.

She arched into me, put her hands on my chest and
said, “Is that all?”

“Nope,” I said.  I brushed her lips with mine, “my
list could go on.  A week wouldn’t ever be long enough to convince you that I’m
telling you the truth but I’ll try with the few days we have left.”

“Is there anything you don’t like?”  She took me
back with her question.

I pondered for a short moment.  “Only two things
come to mind,” I said.  “I dislike the fact that you don’t seem to believe me
when I pay you a compliment, I despise the fact that your exes have made you
feel less than deserving when you should have been treated like gold…you’re perfect,
and I hate the fact that you have to go away at the end of this week.”

I could tell she didn’t quite know what to say to
my purge but I needed to know.

“Allie,” I said, “say something.”

“T-that’s three things,” she said with a quivering
voice.  My hands dropped to my sides and my lips tried to quirk up in a smile
but I was sure they had formed something akin to a grimace.  The woman fought
her emotions quite well and I couldn’t quite get a read on her.

“Allie.”  I wanted to apologize for possibly
spooking her.

Just when I thought she would bolt, she did the
opposite.  She closed the gap between our bodies making me succumb to her
feverish kiss.  Words didn’t seem to cut it for her and her speechless state
but her actions conveyed more than enough to appease my soul.

What might have started off as a demanding kiss
soon became one filled with gentility.  With passion and sensuality she
conveyed more than I ever could imagine.  Each of her kisses I returned with as
much urgency adding to the proof of what I saw in her; of how she made me feel.

I pulled away first and she said, “You’re too good
for me.”  She pecked my lips.

“I think it’s the other way around,” I said, “but I’d
like to say that I bring a certain
je ne sais quoi
.”

The light danced in her eyes.  “I suppose,” she said
and the next thing I knew, she was running upstairs toward my bedroom,
giggling.

“Why you little…”  I chased after her.  I found
her barefoot, standing at the foot of my bed, waiting for me with a smile and looking
flushed from her mad dash.  I arched my brow as I walked up to her.  “Screw the
next few days,” I said, “I’ll make sure that you believe how beautiful you are
inside and out before the night’s end, and maybe I can prove my worth while I’m
at it.”

“Impossible,” she declared and bit down on her
lip.  Was she taunting me?  I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me.  Her arms
wrapped themselves around my neck.

I nuzzled her nose.  “Nothing’s impossible,
sweetheart,” I said and trailed kisses along her jaw to her neck and up to the
tender skin below her ear, “just you wait and see.”  I took her lobe between my
teeth and sucked on it, her breath getting caught in her throat.

“Pax…”

“Hmm?”

“Prove it,” she said with all the sincerity I’d
ever heard from her.

“What’s that…my worth or-”

“Paxton,” she said and held my eyes, “I already
know your worth, and Fort Knox couldn’t hold your weight in gold.”

I pecked her lips.  “Definitely a sweetheart,” I
said.

She undid the buttons to my black dress shirt,
trailing kisses down my chest as she revealed the skin.

I kissed her, one hand clasping the side of her
face, the other unzipping the back of her dress.  The material pooled at her
feet and I guided her until the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress. 
I stepped back and unbuckled my pants, admiring her appearance.  She was
wearing nothing more than a red lace thong.

“You mentioned sweet and slow for tonight,” she
said, “I figured I’d bring a little naughty since I know you like it so much.”

I smiled down at her as she stepped up to me.  “That
you did,” I said, “and I like it very much.”

I took her lips with mine and laid her down.  I
covered her body with my own, kissing, tasting and caressing down her chest
before taking her nipple to savor her sweetness.  I switched to the other and
inflicted the same bit of tender attention as the first.

I basked in the sweet melody of her sighs,
whimpers and moans.  Tucking my fingers beneath the sides of her underwear, I
pulled them down.  I kissed down one side, ridding her of the tiny bit of lace once
I’d reached one foot and began my ascent on the other.

“Alissa, you have no clue how special you are,” I said
when I reached her knee.  “You know just what to say and do when I’m down and
out.”  I climbed to her thigh, my hand rubbing the inner portion of it and I
felt her tremble as my lips made contact with the sensitive flesh in the crease
where her leg met her hips.  “You’re smart, sweet, forgiving, and
affectionate,” I said as I reached her core.  “You’re the sexiest creature I’ve
ever had the pleasure of being with.”  I kissed the top of her mound.  She
arched her hips up to me in presentation and I pushed them down.  I indulged
her for a bit and took her bud into my mouth, sucking and running my tongue
over it as her moans grew desperate for release.  “When you’re in the room,
there isn’t anything else I want to do but be with you.”  I pulled away.  She
groaned from the absence of my mouth, my breath on her core, “and when I think
of you going back home, I find myself wanting to be selfish and keep you for
myself.”  I kissed around her navel and kept moving up.

Alissa’s breathing became laboured.  I moved my
kisses to the hollow between her breasts and looked up at her face.  “Most of
all, I love the way you look at me.  The whole world fades away, my troubles
disappear,” I said and grabbed her right hand, kissing the inside of its palm
while keeping her gaze.  “You’re compassionate,” I brought those hands above
her head, interlacing our fingers.  I grabbed her left hand and administered
the same infliction as I had to her right, “you’re accepting,” I covered her
body, her face inches from mine.  “We might have just met in person but we’ve
known each other for nearly a year.  I know that there’s a lot more to know
about each other but I want that opportunity, Alissa.”  Her eyes watered.  “I
can’t see myself saying goodbye without knowing that you’re mine, not now, not
two days from now, not yet.”

That was it.

I had put my entire heart on the line without even
batting an eyelash.  I had never done that to this degree—not even with Julie. 
She hadn’t been one for romance and heartfelt anything.  What happened with
Julie was simply the natural evolution of a relationship; what we thought we’d
both wanted; what others had wanted; what felt comfortable.  How Alissa made me
feel was out of my control and I welcomed it with open arms, never actually
having felt like this before.

“Please don’t cry,” I said against her lips, “I didn’t
mean to upset you.”  I let my forehead fall to her shoulder and sighed.

Had I gotten it all wrong?

Was it too quick?

Had I just ruined it all between us?

What if she didn’t feel the same?

What if she does?

I felt her lips on my shoulder.  She let go of one
of my hands, reached for my chin and tilted my head to look at her.

“And you thought you had no worth,” she said.  The
tears she had tried to contain had overflowed but she was smiling.  “I’m not
going anywhere, Paxton.  I’d be crazy to let this go, whatever
this
is.”

She flipped me over and began to kiss my chest in
all her naked glory.  With a trail down to my stomach, the feel of her lips
combined with her soft hands drove me wild.  I arched my hips up to help her
slide my boxers off.  I caught her licking her lips as she eyed my erection.  The
want in her eyes told me that she was a woman on a mission.

Alissa took me into her hand, kissed the tip and
licked the rim before I wrapped my hand around her wrist to stop her.

“Allie,” I said and gulped, “this isn’t what I
planned-”

“Shh,” she said, “let me take care of you.”

I felt her tongue graze my entire length and all
inhibition almost left me.  “Not yet,” I said, “I need to be in you.”

She must have been feeling the same sense of
urgency as I was because with a sly smile, she grabbed the condom and sheathed
me.  I grabbed her arms and pulled so she covered my body and with a swift
thrust of my leg between hers, I flipped us so she lay on her back beneath me.

“This is supposed to be about you,” I said before briefly
plundering her mouth with my tongue.

“Who said it wasn’t?”  Her hand reached up to
stroke my cheek, “I wanted to do that.”

Without wasting any more time, I positioned myself
at her entrance and rubbed my length through her slit, teasing her swollen nub
and feeling the wetness of her folds.  I pushed into her slowly.  Her eyes
widened with the feel of me stretching her tight channel.  I withdrew, leaving
only the tip inside and stayed there.  I cradled her cheek with one hand and
let my other slide the length of her body, down to her leg and wrapped it
around my waist.  I plunged into her again, our eyes never straying.

Our bodies rocked with a rhythm in time only meant
for us.  I stroked through her, felt her tension build around me.  Her slight internal
tremors told me she was near her peak.

I kissed her collarbone and neck making her arch,
her core squeezed me in a begging act for release.  Her nails dug into my
shoulders before moving to massage the nape of my neck.  She pulled back on my
hair and covered my mouth with hers as her moans grew louder.

When her climax hit, her insides wrung mine out of
me.  We cried in ecstasy into each other’s mouths.  I thrust until I knew she
had come down from her heights, her hands stroking my hair as I nuzzled her
cheek.

“That,” she said and swallowed as she tried to
regain her breath, “was…oh hell…I can’t put words to what just happened.”

I smirked.  “Oh, baby, way to go to boost the ego
but we’re not done yet.”

She gave me a wry smile.  “I was hoping that you’d
say that.”

***

She had me up against the cold tile wall but I wasn’t
feeling much of the temperature difference.  My body overheated.  The feel of
her scolding mouth over my cock, her ministrations as she stroked, licked, and
slurped had my head tilted back in ecstasy.

I was at Alissa’s mercy and I wasn’t about to
complain either.  The woman had a fierce hunger—one she had never let on about. 
Then again, apparently neither had I.

I came hard and fast into the back of her throat. 
She slowed her strokes and continued to milk me with that devil mouth of hers
as she swallowed every last drop of my essence.

When the feel of her velvety tongue and lips had
disappeared, I looked down and met her eyes.  Her smile said it all as she got
up to her feet.

“The way you do that-” I said but she pulled my
head down to hers and kissed me with hungry abandon.  I could taste myself on
her lips, something I had grown accustomed to and rather enjoyed.  The woman
sure knew how to take care of me.

“I’m glad you enjoyed,” she said between quick
pecks, “now, let’s get out of here.”

She made a move for the stall’s door but I yanked
her back hard against my chest.  “Not so fast, my little vixen.”  I bit her earlobe,
“it’s my turn now.”

I turned her around to face me and pressed her
back into the wall before dropping to my knees.

I pressed my face into her core, guided her leg
over my shoulder, further opening her treasure to me.  By instinct, she pressed
herself into my face as I reached for her other leg, my hands and shoulders bearing
her weight.  I dipped my tongue into her depths, as far as it would go.

“Mmm…Pax.”

I felt the grip of her hands in my wet hair grow
tighter as her hips rotated in a circular motion, my hands latched to her ass
as she grounded herself into my face.  I nibbled on her clit when I thought she
was ready and with a guttural cry, I tasted the full flavour of her sex.  Her
sweetness made me moan.  I wanted more of her.

I managed to build her up again, refusing to let
her come down from that high of hers.  Before I could send her over the edge a
second time, I caught her mumbling something I couldn’t quite make out with her
thighs squeezing against my ears.  Her hands yanked my head back.

“Too much,” she said, breathless, “it’s too much.”

Well that’s new.

I brought down one leg and then the other until
she slid down to straddle my waist.  My hand headed south to test the waters. 
Her eyes snapped shut and her head leaned against the wall as a light moan made
its escape.