Page 65 of Beneficial Misfortune

I bite back the urge to argue. He’s right, after all. It makes me uncomfortable, but I highly doubt I’ll ever get used to it.

Using one of the two shower heads, he rinses the soap from my body before moving onto my hair. His fingers begin to massage the shampoo into my scalp, and the breathy moan that leaves my mouth sounds sexual, even to me. But I can’t help it, and if we weren’t in the shower, I could totally fall asleep to the feel of his hands on me.

Hell, depending on how this massage keeps up, I might be able to do a lot more than sleep.

Clearly, he has the same idea because he steps into me, and I can feel just how hard he is against my lower back. I bite my lip to keep from moving my hands and earning another spanking, but damn if I don’t want to touch him. Instead, I do the next best thing and press up on my tiptoes to wiggle my ass back into him.

He lets out a low groan, and his hands abandon my hair, dropping to my hips, stopping my movement. I can’t help the smile that curves my lips at getting a reaction from him.

“You think you're funny, don’t you?” he asks, pressing an open mouth kiss to my shoulder that gives me goosebumps. “Well,joke's on you, love, because there will be none of this,” he presses his hard length into my asscheek in lieu of an explanation. “Until you tell me what’s bothering you.”

He moves back, and I miss the warmth of his body even as he once again rinses me with the warm water, washing away the shampoo. He takes more time with the conditioner before his hands move to my shoulders, and he firmly kneads the muscles that I hadn’t realized were sore before now.

“Nothing’swrong,” I say, and my words come out breathy and deep as he continues to rub me down. It’s like he can feel that I have more to say, or maybe he’s just waiting, hoping I say more. Either way, I do.

“I’m just a little confused, and I don’t know overwhelmed, I guess.” The words tumble out before I can really think about them, and I let my head fall forward with a groan. “You cheated.”

The sound of his laughter bounces around the stone walls, and I get the feeling he knows exactly what he did.

“What’s confusing?” he asks, ignoring my comment, his hands moving down my back and continuing his massage. Other than the fact that we’re naked in the shower together, it’s pretty standard as far as a massage goes, nothing sexual, but fuck if I don’t want it to be.

With that, I decide to give him the information he wants and put myself out of my misery. I have a feeling he isn’t going to let this go either way. These Lawson men seem to be stubborn to a fault.

“Why me? Of all the women out there, I can’t imagine what would make you want me.”

His hands freeze before his arms wrap around my stomach, and he pulls me back into his chest, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

“There's nothing not to want, Katherine. You had me and Des captivated from the moment we saw you at the bar. It might havetaken Nathan a few more months to meet you, but he was taken just as quickly. Hell, even Oliver is interested, no matter what he might say. You’ll see, just give him a chance to figure it out. I’m not sure how else to make you understand it, but give us some time. I promise you’ll see that we only want you.”

His words leave me breathless, and when I try to say something in response, nothing comes out, and I end up simply closing my mouth before folding my arms over his in a kind of backward hug.

I want to believe everything he said, that I’m just so amazing they can’t resist me, but honestly, the idea is almost laughable to me. What I can do though is give him the chance he asked for, I’m not going anywhere. I made a promise to Addison, and it might very well break my heart eventually, but I don’t want to leave them.

Spinning me around in his arms, he walks us back underneath one of the showerheads until we’re both getting soaked in the rain-like downfall.

“Alex!” I yell with a laugh as I try and fail to wiggle free from his arms, but he only holds me tighter.

“What? Don’t act like you weren’t already wet,” he says with a chuckle. Leaning in, he presses his lips to mine, and just like that, the water is forgotten. I melt into him as his hands roam over my body, pulling sounds from me that would be embarrassing if I gave a shit, but right now, the only thing that matters is that he keeps touching me.

His hands move to my thighs, and he wraps his fingers around them before hoisting me up into his arms. I’m not super heavy, but I’m not really thin enough that I’d picture myself being tossed around. Yet, somehow, he makes it look easy.

Stepping back out of the direct spray of the water, Alex moves to the stone bench opposite the shower head before sinking down onto it with me still in his arms. His stiff cock restsbetween my asscheeks, and this time when I wiggle, it leaves us both groaning. With expert movements, he lifts me just enough to maneuver us so that he’s lined up with my entrance and easily slips in.

The stretch stings a bit after last night, but he gives me a minute to adjust, and that’s all I need to get over it, craving the release I know he’s going to give me.

“What else is bothering you, Cherry?” Alex’s voice is huskier than it was a minute ago, and I can’t say I blame him, considering he’s balls deep inside of me right now.

With the chance to adjust, the stretch is no longer an issue, and I decide to take matters into my own hands. I’ve never loved being on top. I don’t know many girls who do, but if it means sex instead of these questions, I’m down to try it.

All I really need to do is distract him enough. How hard could that be?

Turns out it’s harder than I would have thought. Being on top is a totally different feeling but also a lot of fucking work, and without me answering his question, Alex isn’t stopping me, but he also isn’t helping.

With a huff, I sink down further on his lap and blow out a puff of air in annoyance.

Like I said, stubborn Lawson men.

“Don’t stop on my account, Cherry. You were doing a great job.” The smile on his face tells me he’s teasing me, but the heat in his eyes says he really didn’t want me to stop.

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