Page 143 of Wanted
I was supposed to be home and take a day off, but I decided to hop on the jet while Fylox was busy with the new knives I got him for his birthday. Jordan made sure to keep him out of my sight so that I could surprise visit Alex in New York City. He’d be in NYC for a week.
With the itinerary in hand, I let a driver that Jordan vetted take me to Alex’s hotel. It was late at night, and the streets were crowded. Not that there was ever a quiet moment in this city.
I checked myself into my husband’s suite. The moment I stepped in, I inhaled him.
After kicking off my shoes, I hurried to take a shower. I wanted sex, and I wanted it bad. I wasn’t afraid to need it. I missed my husband. I missed lying in bed next to him. Fylox was nice, but… He wasn’t a good companion at night. We were both subject to night terrors.
Once I finished my shower, I dried my hair. I strolled into the suite’s bedroom. As expected, Alex’s bed was made. I hopped on it, and I sought out his pillow with the black silk pillowcase.
I heard the door click. My eyes found the clock on the wall. Alex was right on time. Like me, he first went into the bathroom. He’d already showered after his game, but he washed off the tension of the day in privacy.
Hugging the pillow he slept on, I stared at the door.
I wanted him home, but I knew how much this meant to him. I couldn’t ask him to leave it all behind. What he was doing was bigger than all of us.
The door opened.
“Fuck! Baby, what are you doing here?” He walked out of the bathroom naked, and I took in every detail of his beautiful body. He kept pushing it to its limits. Every game night, I sat in front of the television screen, and I hoped that he wouldn’t get injured.
“Surprise,” I said, snuggling the pillow.
Alex was on me in a matter of seconds. He showered me with kisses while his long fingers savored me to see if I was real. I felt his hardness on my skin, and I rubbed myself against him. He asked, “What did I do to deserve you naked on my bed today?”
I spit on my hand, grabbing his erection. He liked it when I worked him with my hand, so I did my best. “I missed you.”
I added, “And it was Fylox’s birthday the other day. I hate that you couldn’t be there.”
His groan made me wet. Alex kissed my mouth, silencing me from talking about Fylox some more. I tickled his side, and he lifted himself instantly.
“I checked his phone. You didn’t even call him or send a message,” I accused him. Still stroking him, I led him to my wet folds. “It’s been enough time now. You have to forgive him. Please.”
Alex removed my hand from his cock, taking control. Towering above me, he thrust inside without any further preparation. I didn’t need it. I was wet just seeing him in person after four months of zero body contact with him.
It stung. Every time, it stung, and I found it hard to breathe. He didn’t like doing this, but I enraged him when I talked of Fylox.
“I don’t discuss him anymore.” Every word was followed by a harsh thrust. His balls slapped against me. He’d opened up a new portal down there because I don’t ever remember feeling his balls on my skin so much. Fuck, I was rambling. “He drugged me. I trusted him with my life, and he drugged me. I’ll never forgive him.”
“He wanted to keep you safe,” I cried out. Alex’s fingers tortured my pussy. He played my folds like one of his games. I wiggled beneath him, unable to sit still. I met his every thrust. “We lost almost two hundred people—”
“No lives were lost in the palace. I could’ve stayed—”
“We love you. We need you. Please… Please, don’t shut him out,” I begged Alex as he fucked me into the mattress like I was the one he had an issue with.
“The glass broke, baby. Only time will tell if we can heal it.”
Alex grabbed my leg, and he threw it over his shoulder, angling himself in a position that had him even deeper inside of me. I’d be sore on my flight home tomorrow.
He rubbed my clit expertly with his fingers, playing me so that I could keep up with him. He was ready to come. He picked up his pace, making me explode around him. My pussy pulsed around him, begging for his come. He flooded my insides, and we were both spent.
After we washed the sex off, we cuddled in bed.
“You’re breaking my heart,” I told him. “We’re already apart. Don’t make it any harder for me.”
Alex’s arm was draped around my shoulders while I covered half his body with mine. He stared at the ceiling when he said, “I need this. I spent all of my life chasing my friendship with Fylox. I share my woman with him. I share everything with him. Our lives are intertwined forever. I can’t even look at him right now. You don’t know what it feels like to wake up alone and betrayed like I did that day when they put me on the jet. I’m almost thirty. They can’t keep ruling over my life like this.”
“Jordan and Fylox only mean well,” I argued. “I… I wished somebody would’ve meant well when Aram…”
Alex took a deep breath. “You can’t use Aram against me in this situation. Jordan controlled almost every aspect of my life because he was afraid I’d be harmed. Fylox… I don’t even want to start. Leave it be, Kamila. They’re my family, but I can’t stand them right now. We only have a couple of hours. I don’t want to argue with you.”
