Page 17 of Mistle-Ho

Alexis scoffs. “His name was Hugo.”

“I know his fucking name, Al.” I pull her closer, eliciting a yelp as I drag her farther down the cushion. “Now answer my question.”

I’m not normally like this, and, once again, my whole game is thrown completely off by my reaction to the woman in front of me. Thank God I had the foresight to keep my pants on, because I’m not sure where I’d have my dick right now. Probably sliding against her skin, painting it with my cum like a fucking caveman trying to mark his territory.

“Again, that’s none of your business.” She shuts me down sharper this time. Hard enough I know she won’t be making any more admissions.

That’s fine. I don’t need her to tell me he didn’t get her off. I can tell by the emotions fixed across her pretty face. There’s only anger and outrage. No embarrassment. No flush of her skin at the memory of a job well done.

Knowing Huge-nose didn’t leave her with fond memories eases a little of the jealousy coursing through my veins.

But only a little.

“You stayed with Huge-nose an awfully long time considering he didn’t get you off.” There’s smugness in my tone and I don’t care. I always hated that dick. He was never good enough for her. Acted like she should be grateful he was with her. Talked down to her in a way that he tried to pass off as teasing, but I could see the truth.

Hearing he’s just as big of a dud in bed as he is outside of it, has me smiling as I lean closer, ready to put my entire focus on the task in front of me. To set a new standard so Alexis never settles like that again.

Except, the thought of someone else touching her like this sends a feral sounding growl rumbling through my chest. I’m no stranger to making threatening sounds. It’s a big part of my career. But it’s never been a big part of my bedroom lineup.

Al’s hand fists in the front of my hair, gripping tight so she can shove my head back until our eyes meet. There’s an incredulous expression on her face. “Did you just growl at me?”

“No.” That growl wasn’t for her, and I don’t want to think about who it was actually directed at. So before she can dig any deeper, I bring my mouth to her skin, fighting the grip of her fingers as I drag my flattened tongue up her slick slit.

Alexis doesn’t move—doesn’t even breathe—until I reach the hardened nub of her clit and flick it. That’s when all the airrushes from her lungs and her body jerks against the hold I still have on her.

A smile curves my lips and that low rumbling sound works free again, but this time it’s from satisfaction.

Seems like Huge-nose couldn’t find her clit even when it was right in front of his face. I flick it again, just so she knows I did it on purpose, lifting my eyes to her face as I continue teasing the little bundle of nerves at a steady pace.

Her hand is still in my hair, but she’s no longer trying to push me away. Now she’s holding me in place. Like she’s afraid I’m going to stop and leave her hanging.

It’s a fair concern given what I just learned, but I want to make sure she knows I’d never do that to her. Not on purpose anyway. If she tries to run away again, that’s on her.

I’m just settling in, hooking her thick thighs over my shoulders, when her muscles tense, hips flexing as an orgasm seems to hit her out of nowhere. I drink in the soft sound she makes and the way her body shakes, trying to soak up as much of the moment as I can. Because that was quick. I’d be proud if I wasn’t so fucking let down.

I came here tonight only to apologize, but the second I had the opportunity to get my hands all over her, I jumped right on. Unfortunately, that opportunity turned out to be very short-lived. And now I’m kicking myself, because the only excuse I had to justify touching her— flimsy as it was—is gone. I owed her one. Now we’re even.

And I’ve never been more disappointed in my life.

When I look up, Al’s eyes are wide on mine, her mouth dropped open, like she can’t believe what just happened.

I scan her features for any hint of regret, but I don’t think it’s there. I hope not anyway, since after this we’re supposed to go back to how we were. Act like nothing ever happened.

Her tongue flicks against that lower lip again, eyes dropping down my body to fix on where my dick is straining against the front of my jeans. “What about you?”

“What about me?” I should stop touching her now, but I can’t seem to pull my hands from the smooth softness of her skin.

“Aren’t you…” Another flick of that sweet, tempting tongue. “I mean, don’t you want to…”

The flush she didn’t display earlier flares across her skin, proving my assumptions right. This is how Al would have looked if Huge-nose had given her anything fond to remember.

“Are you offering to get me off?” I should be strong enough—smart enough—to turn an opportunity like that down, but I already know I’m not.

She pinches her lower lip between her teeth once more before the fullness of her mouth lifts into a teasing smile. “I was thinking since you got me off on purpose, it’s only fair I get you off on purpose.” Al’s hungry gaze moves over my body. “But we should probably get any possible casualties out of the way. You know, since you have a little bit of a hair trigger.”

9

We’ve Met Before

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