Page 50 of Suspicious

Raising my brow, I shrugged. “Don’t believe it till I see it,” I teased.

He inhaled sharply, reaching out for me, and hoisted me up into his arms, his cock thrusting into me instantly, causing me to gasp, the new position already putting me on edge. “Oh Jesus,” I whimpered, my fingers threading through his hair to hold on tight.

“I got you, baby. Tonight is all about you,” he said, his eyes locked on mine as he headed straight back to the mattress.

In the light of the next morning, I woke up in my bed, completely spent. My body was sore in places I never knew existed. Alex and I had spent the entire night in every position possible. Now that we had finally given in to our temptation, there was no way we were going to waste it, especially because we had the house to ourselves all night, with Theo being away at the cool kids’ prom party.

My eyelids slowly fluttered open, my arm stretching out to find Alex in the bed beside me.

But the bed was empty.

My eyes opened wide in shock as I sat abruptly, glancing around my room to see where he was.

His suit wasn’t on the floor, nor were his shoes.

And my bedroom window was open.

A sinking feeling flooded my entire body as I sunk down into my bed.

Back to reality.

Where Bea and Alex have to hide their love from the people they love.

Slowly sliding out of bed, wincing with the pain through my body, I grabbed my robe, pulled it over my shoulders to cover my naked body, and then stepped over to my window. The one that looked directly into Alex’s bedroom. I sat on the seat for a little while, trying to see if he was in there, but therewas no movement.

In a somber mood, I stepped over to my side table, popped out a birth control pill, swallowed it down, and then flipped on my stereo, deciding to get dressed to start my day. Avril Levine’s “Wish You Were Here” was halfway through playing, only adding to my already depressed state. It’s like even the universe knew that it was a cruel joke that Alex and I were being forced apart.

It made me sad knowing our relationship had to be thisbig secret.I wished after last night that we could have had just a little more time together, especially after something so intimate and special.

Avril sang about what she would do to have him here, the lyrics hitting home as I sat back on the window seat, glancing across the way to Alex’s window. Wishing more than anything that he was here with me right now.

Suddenly, my bedroom door snapped open, and Theo came barging in with an angry look on his face. “Where the hell were you last night?”

I jump from the shock of the vivid memory, almost falling out of the chair and, in turn, dropping my cell on the floor right next to Loki. My body is shaking from the intrusive thoughts. He spins to face me, and those intense eyes stare at me, furrowing his brows like he can tell something is wrong. But all I can see when I look at Loki right now is a younger version of him, of Alex, staring at me with tears in his eyes, about to make love to me for the first time.

And I can’t move.

He jerks his head a little like he is confused by my actions as he goes to bend down to pick up my cell for me, and as he stretches, I catch a glimpse of something I haven’t noticed before.

My breathing hitches.

My stomach flips.

When I spot a small tattoo on the inside of his forearm.

What looks like three small scratch lines appear and the words ‘All I feel is you.’

My hands gripped the back of his shirt, yanking it out from his slacks, and then I slid my fingers under his shirt. My nails dug into his skin, causing him to groan out in delight. “Fuck, yes, baby. I want the reminder of how good I make you feel etched into my skin.”

“All I feel is you, Alex.”

I let out a small whimper as Avril continues to sing in my ears, the song she sang the morning when I sat at the window, pining for Alex after he left without saying goodbye.

Loki picks up my cell, glancing at the song playing, and smirks. “Old School, Avril, huh? You taking a trip down memory lane, there, Bea?” He chuckles, not knowing how spot-on he actually is.

With trembling hands, I slide my headphones off my head to sit around my neck and sniffle with emotion almost overwhelming me. “Something like that,” I whisper, almost unintelligible, as I reach out, swiping my cell from him, spin my chair away, and jump out of my seat, tripping as I go.

“Hey, careful!” Loki calls out, but I collect my feet from under me and race for the door as fast as I can. “Bea?” he calls out, but I ignore him as I reach for the door, feeling like I can’t fucking breathe.

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