Monster - Gadziala Jessica (читаем книги онлайн бесплатно без регистрации TXT) 📗

“I don't think alright is the right word,” she said, giving me a sleepy smile.

“No?”

“No. I think maybe amazing or phenomenal or holy fucking hell might work better.”

I gave her a small smile, reaching out and slipping my arms under her knees and back, pulling her to my chest, and walking us toward the bedroom.

“Nuh uh mister,” she said, nuzzling her head into my neck.

“No what?”

“Don't even think about fucking me again,” she clarified as I pushed back the covers on the bed.

“No?” I asked, chuckling.

“No,” she said firmly.

“Why not?”

“Because I need a nap first,” she said as I lowered her onto the bed.

I slipped in beside her, hauling her to my side. “I think I can give you that,” I said, feeling sleep pulling at my eyes too.

“You can fuck me in an hour or two,” she conceded a few minutes later, her voice drowsy from sleep.

“Sounds like a plan.”

And that was exactly what happened. I woke up to her kissing her way down my chest. And, well, I let her do that. But before she could make me come with that sweet little mouth of hers, I threw her onto her back and fucked her hard, legs on my shoulders. Then feet on my chest. Then legs on the mattress pressed together but cocked at a ninety-degree angle.

Then we got up and ate. She checked her laptop. I tossed in a movie. We watched it. Then we drifted off to sleep again.

I woke up early, too anxious to get more than a few hours of sleep put together. I went down into the basement and pushed myself through a punishing workout, trying to get my mind to clear so I could focus on how to get us out of such a shit situation. But one hour and a cold shower later, I was no closer to figuring out what to do.

Alex came walking out of the bedroom half an hour later, wearing one of my tees even though she had her own clothes again. Realizing that meant something had a weird swirling feeling moving across my stomach. I pushed it away when she walked up to me and pressed her forehead to my chest, her body disconnected from me. I felt myself chuckle, rubbing a hand up her back.

“Want some coffee?”

“Sure,” she said, moving away. “Lovely day,” she drawled, moving toward the window and watching the rain pour down in sheets as it had been doing since before I woke up.

I walked up behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist as I handed her the coffee with my other hand. My head dipped and I planted a kiss where her shoulder met her neck.

“You ain't shutting down on me already are you?”

I felt her back lean into my chest as she sipped her coffee. “Not yet.”

“Good then I can fuck you one more time before we go.”

“You can't be serious,” she said, shaking her head.

“Why not?”

“Because my legs feel like I ran the New York City marathon last night,” she bitched, but I could hear the smile in her voice.

My hand slid down her belly, moving up her thigh, and finding that while she put on my tee, she hadn't bothered with panties as I slid my hand against her pussy.

“Funny,” I said, nipping into her earlobe. “Your mouth is saying one thing, but your pussy is telling a whole different story.”

“You can't possibly want to...” her voice trailed off as I shifted my hips so my cock was pressing up against her ass, making it clear I very much did want to. “Oh,” she breathed out.

I smiled against her hair as I reached in front of me and pushed my pants down, grabbing the condom I had slipped into my pocket while I was getting dressed for just this reason. If we lived, her ass was going on the damn pill as soon as possible. I stopped stroking her pussy to slip on the condom then tuned her to face me, pressing her back up against the refrigerator.

Her leg lifted, wrapping around my hips and I slid inside her. Her eyes widened, watching me, as I started rocking my hips into her soft and sweet- something I had never really done before, but enjoying watching the surprise and pleasure spread across her features. Making her lips part, her lids get heavy. Her hands slid up my arms and went around the back of my neck, pulling me to her and pressing her lips against mine. Gentle. Silky. My hand went to the side of her face, cradling it as I continued by lazily stoking of our desire.

I had a blinding realization while I slipped inside her, swallowing her whimpers against my mouth. She had laid on my couch the night before after I fucked her and told me she had been missing out. Well, in a way, I had too.

Because soft and sweet had its own kind of merit.

Maybe it was just because it was Alex, but making love to her felt different. It felt like more. Like there was something passing between us other than bodies satisfying bodies.

Alex's lips pulled from mine and her eyes fluttered open, staying on mine as her whimpers became moans and I knew she was getting close.

“Come for me, Alex,” I said quietly, feeling her tighten around me. “That's it, come baby.”

And then she did, her eyes getting wide, her mouth falling open, but no sound came out for a long time as her body rode through the pulsations. Then, finally, “Breaker,” she whispered, her head falling to my chest.

I came a few seconds later, squeezing her to my chest and holding her there for a while after.

Then she sighed, shaking her head. “What's the matter?”

“It's twenty of ten,” she told me, untangling from my body and sliding away from me.

From the thickness of the air around her, I knew my Alex was gone. Alex, the mask, was in place instead- her eyes distant, her shoulders pulled back as she made the way to the bathroom and closed the door quietly.

Fuck.

She didn't even take five minutes to consider that something had just passed between us. Something different. At least for me it was different.

Fucking son of a bitch cocksucker Lex Keith.

I cleaned up, going into the pantry and slipping some weapons into my pants and boots, keeping out an extra pocketknife and a can of mace for Alex to tuck into her boots when she came out.

She did a few minutes later, dressed in black skinny jeans and a black long sleeve tee, looking very much like she was going to a funeral. Which was probably exactly what she was thinking when she slipped into it. She sat down on the couch, swishing her finger across the sensor on her laptop to make it come alive as she slipped into her boots.

“Nothing?”

“Lot of views all of a sudden,” she said, her voice cool. “No bites though.”

“Here,” I said, leaning over the couch and handing her the knife and mace. “Tuck those into your boots too. Just in case.”

She took them, but made no comment, lacing up her shoes loosely, slamming her laptop, and standing. “Let's get this over with,” she said, making her way to the door, avoiding eye contact.

I had no other cards to play so I grabbed my keys and wallet and followed behind. I couldn't begrudge her her sour mood. The closer we drove toward town, the more I felt my own darkening.

I sighed as I swung my truck into a parking space out front of Lex's office. It was in a sketchier side of town than you would usually catch Lex in himself, choosing to send one of his lackeys instead. But he was in there. For whatever sick plan he had rolling around his twisted brain. Beside me, Alex might as well have been stone. Her breathing was slow, even. Her hands relaxed on her thighs. Her face impassive. Her eyes far away, staring out the window at the rain collecting on the windshield.

“Doll...”

She shook her head stiffly. “Let's get this over with.”

I sighed, watching her open her door and step out into the downpour. With little choice, I followed suit.

The door flew open before I could even reach for it, Limp Dick Rick standing there looking bored. But I could see blood staining the pocket of his jeans. I wondered if Alex noticed, but if she did, she wasn't letting on.