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What she’d told Stacy was probably just about as shocking or
even more so as when Stacy told her Keith was caught wearing her panties.

She heard male voices calling her name and watched from the
top of the stairs as Brandon and Eric both entered the house, glancing about
looking for her. She remained where she stood, knew that they would find her,
and they didn’t disappoint. They both came to a skidding halt at the foot of
the stairs.

“Let’s go, Lexi,” Brandon said, flicking a finger in his
direction. As if commanding her like some sort of dog to sit and heel in front
of him.

“No.” She gripped the banister, her heart beating a million
times a minute. Damn it, she had to stand her ground. She was probably being
foolish. Acting like an immature brat. But she had to make this point.

Otherwise, it would never happen.

“Come on, Alexa,” Eric said, always the cheerful one. Always
the one who tried to ease the tension and make her feel better. “Let’s go.
We’ll talk when we get home. We promise.”

With a little huff she turned on her heel and headed down
the hall, poked her head into one room, then another. Until finally she found
what looked like an office and she entered the room. With a loud sigh, she plopped
herself onto a short couch that sat by the window.

She caught a glimpse of the ocean in the distance, an
expanse of blue melting into the horizon, never ending. The sun had set just
moments ago and the sky still held a pinky-orangey hue that took her breath
away. It was beautiful, a night for lovers what with the beautiful sky, the
warm ocean breeze and the twinkling lights that dotted the trees of Stacy’s
parents’ property. A moment she wished she could relish with the one she cared
for. Find comfort in his arms, breathe in the fresh air and smile when she
anticipated his lips just about to crash upon hers.

But she didn’t have just one boyfriend—she had two. And she
didn’t have a conventional relationship, she had a super weird one. She didn’t
know if she could even call it a relationship.

It was more like a fucked up mess. One that made her head
spin more as every day passed by.

“There you are.”

Alexa turned toward the sound of a familiar deep voice to
find Brandon standing there, his large body filling the entire doorway. Tilting
her head, she looked for Eric but he was nowhere to be found.

“He left.”

Alexa’s brows lifted. Damn the man for always reading her
mind. “Where did he go?”

“We got into a fight.” He entered the room slowly, as if
afraid she might bolt past him. “He got pissed at me and left.”

“Why did he get pissed at you? I’m the one who threw a fit,”
she said, crossing her arms in front of her again. She turned away from him,
stared out the window like a sulky child.

“He thinks we should end it. He’s afraid someone is going to
get hurt. Specifically you.”

She heard him approach the couch, could actually feel his
presence as if it reached out, beckoning her to come close, and she stiffened.
It was so hard to resist him, and she had to. It was the only way she could
persevere through this.

“I’m not going to get hurt,” she lied because she was
already hurting. Confused and baffled and tired and aroused, all of it. She
felt all of it especially with Brandon so close. Trying to make it better.

He never tried to make it better. He just—did what he wanted
and expected everyone to follow.

“I told him I didn’t want it to be over. I’m not ready to
give up on you.” He sat beside her, his weight making the cushions on the couch
sink. His thigh brushed against hers, hard and hot. Her entire body reacted, a
shiver moving through her and when he settled his hand on top of her leg she
wanted to melt. “Don’t act like this, Lexi. Talk to me.”

His tone had softened, his touch was gentle and when she
looked him in the eyes none of the usual anger and passion lingered there. No,
he looked serious, dreadfully serious. And upset. Worried.

Was he upset and worried about her? Did he mean it, that he
wasn’t ready to give up on her?

Her heart swelled at the thought.

“I shouldn’t have told Stacy like that,” she admitted, just
wanting to be honest. It was better that way.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” he agreed with a slight nod.

She smiled, her cheeks heating with embarrassment as she
ducked her head. “I pissed you off. Eric’s probably mad at me for it too.”

“He’s not mad. He hardly ever gets mad. He understands your
frustration. He feels the same way you do, and I think that’s why he said he
wants to end it. He wants to protect you.” With a sigh he ran a hand through
his hair, ruffling it appealingly. “I think we’re all a little frustrated.”

“And confused,” she added.

“Definitely confused.” He paused, studying her. His eyes
blazed with their usual intense heat. Tentatively he reached for her hand,
interlacing their fingers together. “I hate to see you so upset. So…angry.”

“I don’t like feeling this way.” She smoothed the hair away
from her face with her free hand, her gaze skittering toward the window once
more. There were so many things she wanted to say to him, and she wasn’t quite
sure how to approach it. How accepting he’d be to hear it.

“Tell me what I can do.” His voice had lowered to a husky,
sexy whisper. That particular whisper always sent a shiver of awareness down her
spine. His fingers tightened with hers, his thumb stroking over the top of her
hand. “Tell me how I can make it better.”

She remained silent, her stomach bubbling with nerves as she
continued to stare out the window. She felt his eyes on her, knew he was
watching and waiting for her to say something. But was she brave enough to say
what she really wanted?

Yes.

“You want to know what will make it better?” She turned to
look at him, saw that he watched her carefully.

“I do.” He brought their linked hands up to his mouth,
brushed a kiss across her knuckles. The light touch of his lips took her breath
away. Had he ever been this tender, this sweet toward her? She didn’t think so.

And she liked it. Wanted more of it.

“Tell me,” he urged when she hadn’t answered him.

Alexa took a deep breath and decided to blurt it out. “Make
love to me. Just you and me and no one else. Now.”

Brandon blinked, startled at her request. Slowly he let
their linked hands drop to his lap, taking in what she said, what she wanted.

Just him and her and no one else. No Eric. It was what he
wanted, what he’d wanted since that first night with her.

He felt like a shit. A complete and utter jerk for even
having those thoughts, but damn it she did something to him that no other
person ever had, not even Eric. She made him feel…alive. She seemed to fulfill
his every need, needs he didn’t even know he had. He and Eric had grown distant
these last couple of months and he’d always blamed himself. Thought inviting
Alexa into their relationship would bring them closer together, now it seemed
it was going to drive them even further apart.

He felt conflicted. Guilty. Excited at the possibility of
going even further with Lexi.

Ah shit, she was so right. This was incredibly confusing.

“Well, what do you think?” she prompted after a few silent
minutes ticked by.

“What about Eric?”

Guilt flashed in her eyes, he recognized it. “He’s a good
friend.”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“I know.” She nodded slowly, nibbled on her lower lip. “I
care for him. I really do. He’s good to me, always so careful and considerate.
Always there for me when I need him. But it’s…different with you.”

“Different with me how?” He scooted closer to her on the
couch, his thigh nudging against hers. She wore a pretty pale yellow dress, the
front of it dipping low and allowing him a plentiful glimpse of her cleavage.
Reaching for her, he drew his finger between her plumped breasts, felt her
shudder beneath his touch.

“Much more intense,” she confessed breathlessly as he played
with the neckline of her dress. Tugged it aside so her bra was exposed, the
nipple of her right breast poking against the lacy white fabric. “I
feel—connected to you.”

“I feel connected to you too,” he admitted as his finger
slipped beneath the bra to touch warm, soft skin. “But we can’t do anything
here, Lexi. Not now.”

“Why not?” She thrust her chest, her breast into his hand,
always the wanton. He loved that about her. “We shut the door and no one will
find us, Brandon. It’ll be just the two of us. We can make it quick.”

“Maybe I don’t want to make it quick.” He wanted to savor
her. Slowly strip her of her clothes and run his mouth along her skin. Suck her
nipples, lick her pussy, fuck her nice and slow until she screamed his name.
Until she’d come all over his cock, pulsing and writhing beneath him and
sending him straight into his own orgasm, losing himself in her. “Maybe I want
to take my time.”

“Well maybe we should go back to my place. Take all the time
we want.”

Her murmured offer hung between them, so very, very tempting.
A blizzard of questions ran through his mind at rapid-fire speed, all of them
involving Eric. What this might mean for their future relationship. What this
meant for his future with Lexi—just the two of them.

He didn’t know what to say, wasn’t quite sure how to answer.
Damn it, he was afraid. Afraid of putting himself on the line, afraid of
exposing his feelings for this woman he’d known for such a short time.

“What do you say, Brandon?”

Her brown eyes were wide and glittering with anticipation,
excitement and…yes, nerves. She was nervous too. That reassured him.

And gave him the strength to offer her a simple “yes”.

Chapter Ten

Her apartment was deathly quiet, looked downright abandoned.
Since getting together with Eric and Brandon, Alexa had hardly spent any time
there. Only stopping by to pick up clothes or toiletries, whatever she needed
to live and look presentable at work.

Flicking the light on in the living room, she noticed the
dust coating the furniture, the almost stale, typical apartment smell in the
air. The refrigerator was mostly empty, but she had a couple of sodas and
bottles of water. She made a something to drink offer to Brandon, but he shook
his head in answer, a grim expression on his handsome face as he took in his
surroundings.

Nerves made her stomach jump, and she hoped he wasn’t
regretting his choice. Of course, knowing him, he’d flat out tell her he was
leaving. He was never one to beat around the bush.

Though he certainly appeared tentative now. Almost…nervous.

She found it endearing.

“It looks abandoned,” he finally said as they both stopped
and stood in the center of the living room.

Alexa shrugged. “I’m never here. I’m always over at your
place.”

“True.” He inclined his head toward her, his expression
oddly closed. As if he didn’t want to reveal a thing. “This feels…”

“Awkward? Yeah.” She smiled with relief, thankful he felt
the same way.

“It feels odd without Eric here.” He took a step closer and
pulled her into his arms. She settled herself against him, rested her head
against the solid wall of his chest. His heart thumped wildly beneath her ear
and the sound reassured her

“I should want him here with us,” she whispered, suddenly
full of regret. She buried her face against his chest briefly before she
reached for him. Slowly she began to undo the buttons on his dress shirt. “I
should want him here, and I hate that I don’t. But…”

“But what?” he asked when she finished unbuttoning the last
button.

Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to the center of his
smooth chest. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Just the two of us. No one but you
and me.”

He grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a little shake,
his expression fierce. “I need to tell you how I feel.”

Her heart lurched at his words. God, couldn’t he save this
for after the sex? What if he told her something she didn’t want to hear? What
if she broke down and did something really stupid like…cry? How mortifying
would that be?

“Not now Brandon. Not yet.” She tugged his shirt off and
tossed it on the floor. Reached for his belt buckle and quickly undid it,
sliding the leather from the loops of his pants. “Let’s get naked first.
Please? I need you.”

“You don’t have to beg, baby,” he said with a cocky smile,
his gaze locked on her busy hands.

“Usually you love it when I beg.” She worked on the snap and
zipper of his pants, undoing them both and exposing the dark blue boxer briefs
he wore beneath. She pushed at the waistband of his pants, and they fell to
mid-thigh, giving her a delicious view.

“When you’re undressing me I’m not about to make you stop
and beg. I’m going to enjoy this.”

With a wicked smile she knelt before him, tugging his pants
down along the way until they pooled at his feet. She carefully undid the laces
on his shoes and he helped her take them off as well as his socks, then off
with his pants. Until he stood before her clad in only his underwear, his
erection jutted against the dampening fabric. Licking her lips she drew her
fingers down the front of his hard muscular thighs, across his knees. She felt
him shiver beneath her touch and her smile grew.

It was a heady feeling, knowing the power she wielded over
him. How much he wanted her, how easy it was for her to push him and make him
lose control. He prided himself on his control above all else, and yet he lost
it every single time they were together. All because of her.

She secretly reveled in it. He was always in control with
Eric. Always.

She planned on making him lose control right now.

Carefully she stroked the front of his briefs, felt his cock
rise beneath her touch. Her touch was light, teasing and he thrust his hips
forward. Seeking more of her touch, more of her.

Alexa removed his underwear, smiling when he kicked them off
eagerly. His cock thrust toward her face, long and thick, hard and damp at the
very tip. She wrapped her fingers around the base of him and held firm, tipping
her head forward until her lips hovered just above him.

A strangled groan escaped him, and she licked. Tentatively
she tasted him, savored the essence of him as it dropped onto her tongue.
Traced the flared head of his cock, tickled the sensitive area just beneath. He
bucked against her, and she squeezed her fingers tighter.

Oh how she loved taunting him. Driving him wild until he
couldn’t take it anymore. He did the same exact thing to her.

“Suck it,” he urged in a harsh whisper, and she licked
again. Down the entire length of him, she traced the roadmap of veins, all
velvety hot and hard skin. He pulsed beneath her tongue, another groan escaped
him and finally, finally she drew the head of his cock into her mouth. Swirled
her tongue about him again and again, the salty taste of pre-come dissolving in
her mouth.

“Ah Christ, I love it when you do that.” He gripped the
sides of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair and tugging. With a wince
she glanced up at him, saw the expression of blissful abandon on his face. His
head tossed back, his mouth slack, eyes closed. His hips thrust in a slow
rhythm, and she opened her mouth wider. Let him thrust deeper until he nudged
the back of her throat.

He was big, thick and long. He filled her mouth, made it
hard for her to breathe yet she continued to suck. Sucked him in deep, she
licked him, cupped his balls and played with them. Her free hand moved behind,
to trace at the seam of his firm ass and he spread his legs, allowing her
further access and she took it. Her index finger traced at the puckered edges
of his ass, circling more and more until she pressed. Her finger sunk inside to
the base of her nail.

“Fuck,” he muttered as she sucked harder, pressed deeper.
His cock buried in her mouth, her finger buried in his ass, she slid her lips
up and down the length of him. Faster and faster until she felt him stiffen
beneath her touch, the familiar sign of his impending orgasm.

“I’m gonna come,” he said between harsh pants and she nodded
furiously, urging him to come. She wanted to feel his hot come spurt inside her
mouth, spill down her throat. She wanted to swallow him whole, make him become
a part of her.

And then he was coming, shouting her name as his hips bucked
against her. His semen flooded her mouth, and she swallowed, savoring his
taste. She licked her lips, caught up stray drops of come and he laughed as he
shook his head.

“I feel like you just devoured me.” His eyes sparkled. “And
you enjoyed every minute.”

“I did.” She let him pull her to her feet.

Bending down, he kissed her, a lingering meeting of lips.
“It’s my turn. Show me your bedroom.”

His dark voice made her panties dampen even more if that was
possible and without a word she took his hand, led him back to her bedroom. He
went to quick work stripping her of her dress and underwear, dawdling over
particular spots of her body and making her melt until her knees were a
quivering mass of flesh. With the tips of his fingers he pushed her onto the
bed, smiling as he watched her go down.

He looked like a sex god. Exactly what she thought the first
time she saw him. “Get ready, baby,” he murmured, arrogant and gorgeous as
ever. “This could take a while.”

Naked and anxious, Brandon joined Alexa on her bed, pulling
her against him. Her soft, supple curves melded with his body, stirring his
cock to roaring life. He usually took a while to recover but tonight he was
more than eager to have her again.

And again and again and again.

Her slender arms looped about his neck, fingers sliding into
his hair. She gave a little tug and her mouth met his, her tongue darting out
for a quick lick. Growling, he tangled his tongue with hers, savoring her
taste, the faint taste of him on her lips, in her mouth.

Rolling over, he pinned her to the mattress, his cock
nudging against her wet pussy. Her legs wrapped around his hips, opening
herself to him even more and he slid right in.

Without a condom. And damn if that didn’t feel like fucking
heaven.

“Brandon,” she whispered. Her ankles pressed into the small
of his back. “You forgot to put on a condom.”

“I’m clean, Lexi.” He kissed her, long and slow, stealing
her breath, losing his own. “I just got tested. I always use a condom.”

A little smile teased the corners of her lush mouth. “You’re
not using one right now.”

“And doesn’t it feel fucking good?” Brandon kissed her
again, as if he couldn’t help himself.

And he couldn’t.

“It does.” She moaned when he shifted and sent himself deep.
“I’m on the pill. I’ve been tested too.”

“See? Perfect.” He started to move, slow, shallow strokes,
teasing the both of them. Her pussy clutched hot and tight around his cock,
sucking him deeper and he tensed, striving for patience.

“But what about—” she panted, breathing deep as if to catch
her breath, “—what about Eric?”

“What about him?” He couldn’t think about Eric now. Not when
he had Lexi all alone, in her bed, skin on skin. He wanted to be inside her all
night long. Wanted to come inside her, bind himself to her forever.

Forever.

Fuck, what was he thinking? Normally the word forever made
him break out in hives. Hell, it was some sort of miracle he’d been in his
relationship with Eric for so long.

But he didn’t want to be with Eric anymore. He didn’t think
Eric wanted to be with him anymore either.

He wanted Lexi. All to himself. And he really hoped Eric was
okay with that.

“He’s probably worried since he doesn’t know where we’re at.
And if he knew what we were doing…” She paused, and he glanced down into her
pretty face, watched as she nibbled on her lower lip. “He’s going to get his
feelings hurt. I don’t want to hurt him, Brandon. I care about him too much.”

“I’ll talk to him.” Dipping his head he kissed her, wanted
to chase her worries away. “I promise. I’ll take care of it.”

“He means a lot to me.” She rested her hands on his
shoulders briefly before she trailed them down his chest. Her gently scraping
fingernails made him shiver. “I care about him.”

“Do you care about me?” He kissed her neck, her shoulder,
the tops of her breasts. Licked at one nipple, then drew it between his lips,
sucking her sweet taste into his mouth.

“Yes,” she whispered, her hands sinking into his hair,
holding him to her. She lifted her hips, sending him deeper and they both
moaned softly. “So much.”

“How much?” He lifted himself away from her, propped his
hands on the mattress on either side of her head. Began to move in earnest now,
not able to control himself, wanting to send them both out of their minds with
pleasure.

“I—” She closed her eyes tight, her hips moving with his,
her legs tightening about his waist. The mattress creaked beneath their weight,
their thrusting and their sweaty skin slapped together in a steady rhythm. “I
care for you a lot.”

But did she love him? Hell, he didn’t know if he loved her.
He felt downright obsessed with her, she was on his mind constantly. Could that
be considered love? He knew he loved Eric, but he’d never been consumed with
him as he felt consumed with Lexi.

He couldn’t worry about it. Already the familiar tingling
started at the base of his cock, his entire body going tense. He was going to come,
but he wanted to make sure Lexi found her release too. Reaching between their
joined bodies he touched her, a gentle stroke against her swollen clit, and she
cried out. Her inner walls milked him as she shattered just like that, her body
convulsing beneath his, her legs wrapped so tightly about him he thought he
might have to pry her off.

And then he was coming, endless spurts of semen filling her
welcoming body as he groaned her name. Again and again he came, until he felt
as if every drop of liquid had been wrenched from his body and he slumped atop
her, careful not to crush her.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, as if
she wanted to be crushed. “I can feel you inside me,” she whispered. “I’m full
of your come.”

The thought pleased him. That she was full of his semen,
branded by him, as if she belonged to him. Possessive was the word that came to
mind. He possessed this woman, much like she possessed him.

He loved it, wanted more of it. Wanted more of her.

It was as if he couldn’t get enough.

Worry had made Eric toss and turn the entire night until he
finally gave up and crawled out of bed at six. In the morning. An ungodly hour
for anyone to be awake and especially on a Sunday. Bleary eyed, he’d made
coffee, showered, drank the shitty coffee, grimaced and spit it out. No one
made coffee better than Brandon.

But he had no clue where Brandon was. Or Alexa. They’d never
come home last night. He’d been worried sick. Now as the clock ticked by and
the morning disappeared, they still weren’t home.

He was getting pissed.

Deciding the hell with it he got into his car and drove.
Didn’t even think, he just drove until he got to Alexa’s apartment building.
He’d only been there a couple of times, both to take Lex over to pick up some
of her stuff. It didn’t surprise him to see Brandon’s car in the parking lot.

How fortunate Brandon had been that they’d met at her
friend’s party since he’d had to work late that night. How rare it was he had
client appointments on a late Saturday afternoon but things always worked in
his favor now didn’t they?