Page 74 of Ecstasy
“Water?” I remind him, hopping off the counter and walking up to him, wrapping my arms around his broad back, rubbing my hands up and down his muscles, slipping underneath his shirt.
He’s stiff beneath my hands but I know he’ll melt soon. Shit, if he doesn’t, at least I will.
“What are you on, princess?” he asks me, his voice quiet. I can’t really read his tone, and I can’t stand still either, the music making me sway against him.
I think about Kylie. About what Eli said. How they’re both conspiring against me to find out exactly what I’m on.But I don’t want to talk about that shit right now.
That’s my secret with Eli anyway.
I smile up at Alex. “You,” I tell him.
A small smile pulls at his lips.
Someone walks in from the pool outside, dripping water on the floor. She closes the door behind her and looks up at Alex, without sparing a glance at me, running her fingers through her red fucking hair.
Molly Bachman.
Her hair is long, down to her very large tits, barely hidden beneath her emerald green bikini. She eyes Alex up and down, but I’ve got my arms around him and she has yet to pay any attention to that shit.
“Hi,” she says to Alex, still ignoring me. She tugs up the straps on the bottoms of her swimsuit, making them sit high on her curvy hips. “You coming out or what?” Her voice is husky. Pretty damn sexy, actually.
I dig my nails into Alex’s back.
He’s just looking at her, and I’m still all over him. If he doesn’t say something, I might offer to fuck them both.
Molly is hot, even if she doesn’t want to look my way. Even if she doesn’t like that I’m the more recent ex.
Alex clears his throat, and then he rests an arm around my back.
Molly’s eyes narrow.
“I’m good,” he tells her.
“Didn’t she fuck around with Jamal?” she asks, in a tone full of false innocence, still without looking at me.
Alex’s arm tightens around me. “Watch your fucking mouth or leave, Molly.”
She rolls her eyes, biting her tongue, clearly upset with that answer. Then she mutters something under her breath that I can’t hear, thankfully, and goes back outside, slamming the door shut a little harder than necessary.
Alex looks down at me. “So? What do you think? If she sucks my dick, you gonna be mad?”
I shrug, smiling up at him. “Can I suck it too?”
He cocks a brow, definitely surprised. Our failed threesome with Eli was the closest we ever got to consensual sharing. He clears his throat again and he can’t hold back his smile either. “You’re dirty, princess.”
“You have no idea.”
The smile dims a little. “Yeah, I’m not sure I wanna know. Forget it. I think you’d want to get back at me after that. And you’ve already done enough of that shit to last me a lifetime. Fuck that.” He pulls out of my reach, grimacing.
“Alex, come on, don’t—”
“Don’t what?” he asks me, clearly pissed.
He shouldn’t have asked me to come here. I shouldn’t have agreed to come here. He rounds on me, stepping closer. My back hits the kitchen island and he cages me in, hands on either side of me as he leans down close. “Did you fuck Jax, too, huh? You fucking him for drugs?” He runs a hand through my hair, yanking my head back, his mouth over mine. “I guess the better question probably is who aren’t you fucking, Za?”
“Alex, don’t do this.” I can’t fight back. Not because I literally can’t,but with the drugs in my system, I just don’t want to. I want a truce. I want to just relax. I just want to chill with him. “Alex, please.”
His fingers only tighten in my hair as he runs his mouth over mine, but then he sighs, pulls away, letting me go and running a hand through his hair. “Look, I’m gonna get you some water,” he tells me. Then he leans down close again, wraps his strong arms around me, jerking me away from the island and molding my body to his. He presses his lips to my ear. “And then I’m gonna take you upstairs.”
