Page 50 of Catch My Fall

It sure fucking sounds like it.

He groans again and I can’t stop from reaching into my shorts, hoping to quell the ache that’s throbbing there.

I fall back against the wall with my fingers buried between my legs, my fingers playing with my clit, gliding through my slick folds.

“Fuck, princess…”

Those two words have me exploding into the hardest orgasm of my life, the visuals in my head, together with the sounds of his moans have my knees threatening to buckle beneath me. I shudder and shake as my release wracks through me, pleasure radiating through my body as the groans on the other side of the door grow louder until he lets out one final, strangled moan.

When my vision clears and I start to come down from my high, I hurry back to my room and throw myself back under the covers.

He made himself come while thinking of me… His hand sliding up and down over his thick, hard length. The image has butterflies fluttering in my belly.

I don’t regret listening to it, not even a tiny bit, I only wish I could have been in there myself so he didn’t have to imagine it.

∞∞∞

The next morning, my belly is already doing flips before I spot him in his usual place in the kitchen, making us breakfast.

Does he know that I know what he was up to last night?

Does he know I was doing the same? No. He’s not telepathic, how the hell could he possibly know?

“Morning. Good night last night?” he asks as soon as I enter the kitchen.

Shit. The bastard knows, I’m sure of it.

“About as good as your night from the sounds that emanated from your room, really helped things along if you know what I mean?”

He frowns for a moment, and when my words sink in, a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “I was asking about your sleep, princess. You said you had trouble sleeping, I was being polite, but I’m glad to hear I could be of service.”

Heat rises to my cheeks and I’m guessing from where he’s standing he can see the blush staining my face.

“You bastard.” I can’t hide the smile that spreads as I speak, crossing the space to take a seat at the breakfast bar.

He chuckles, rounding the bar and setting my plate in front of me before taking a seat. “Seeing as we’re on the subject, did I at least make you come?”

His words have me pressing my thighs together, but I do my best not to let how he affects me show. “You tried, but you couldn’t deliver the goods. I gave up in the end,” I toss back.

His grin widens as he leans in, his warm minty breath fanning across my cheek, disturbing my hair. “Oh, princess… I assure you I always deliver.”

I turn my face so our noses are touching, the fire in his eyes matching that to the one raging between my thighs. “Then prove it.”

We sit there for what feels like minutes, facing off, waiting to see which of us breaks first.

The air around us is charged with electricity as his eyes dip to my lips briefly. I will him to kiss me, but my heart sinks when he pulls away, turning back to his breakfast, breaking the spell we both found ourselves under.

“Eat your breakfast, princess. It’s going cold.”

The bitter sting of rejection is hard to swallow, but I do my best, and for the rest of the day, we largely stay out of each others way.

Alec busies himself outside in the garage, fixing up some minor repairs on his dad’s old boat while I Face Time the girls back home, but I soon find myself growing bored.

I find Alec in the garage standing on the boat, wearing only a pair of dark blue jeans, his shirt lying discarded on the chair behind him.

He doesn’t hear me come in, so I take the opportunity to admire the beauty that is this man. He’s ripped. His body a work of art like it was carved out of stone.

Every fantasy, every dirty thought I’ve ever had late at night under the cover of darkness have stemmed from him. I don’t think there’s another man on the planet that could make me feel even a fraction of what he does, and he hasn’t so much as touched me, except for my birthday party.

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