Page 3 of Flirting with Death

CHAPTER 2

Lex

Samantha's pale blonde hair framed her sleeping face. She had come to me after making up with the dragon with some story about my mom saving him. I hadn't slept a wink as I tried to unravel what my mom would have wanted. Nothing came to me. It was possible she was in the right place at the right time and saved him. But on the other side of the coin, she could have been aware of what was to happen and placed herself in that situation. You never knew with Nyx.

I traced her peaceful cheek in the slowly brightening room. She'd be asleep for a couple more hours if she kept the same routine as she had in the hotel. It's crazy that the time with her there was only two weeks.

She mumbled something in her sleep and threw her arm around my waist as she cuddled into my side. This was what I wanted, more moments of her in my bed. Pieces of the puzzle fell into place, everything had to do with Samantha. My mom put Raiden into her path, had encouraged my friendship with Alastor when I was young, and ensured I wouldn't let her go by sending a messenger to tell me to do exactly that.

Why?

As soon as Sam woke, I'd need to pay a visit to Mom. She would play the long game because that is what she had been doing all along, but I could read her. Until then, this was the only place I wanted to be.

"I'm not losing you," I whispered.

She threw her leg over mine and got even closer, if that was possible. My boxers didn't stand a chance as my body reacted to her proximity, and her bare skin against mine conjured several images of how I could wake her up. Not that I was going to. Nope, I would suffer in silence as she snored softly into my chest.

Sleep came to me after that. It might have taken longer than it usually did, but laying still usually brought it on eventually. I blinked open my eyes to the shining sun hitting the bed and cutting a path across my face. Samantha's fingers trailed through the patch of hair near my waistband, and I found her propped up, head in her hand, watching me.

"Hey," I said, my voice rough with sleep. The side of her mouth quirked up as she ran her nails along the elastic of my boxers.

"Hey," she whispered back. Her minty breath told me she had already been out of bed and had come back to watch me sleep. Or to wake me up.

I glanced at the alarm clock, two-thirty. It gave little time before the club had to open. Guess it was opening late today. Kicking off the blanket that only covered my legs now, I leaned up on my elbows.

"I'll be right back." I made quick work of the bathroom and washed my mouth out with mouthwash so I didn't have morning breath. Or rather afternoon breath.

She watched me cross the room back to her. Desire shone in her eyes, telling me exactly what she wanted. As soon as I was within reach, her hands were on me, tugging me closer.

"I think I'm healed enough now," she said against my lips. I deepened the kiss without responding. My palms ran over her curves, and I pushed my shirt that she was wearing up and over her skin, breaking our kiss long enough to discard the material off the side of the bed. She moaned into my mouth when my fingers found her tight nipples and gave them the attention they were begging for.

We didn't waste any time removing her panties or my boxers. Both of us were impatient to feel the other. When she pushed me back on the bed and crawled over me, my balls tightened, and my cock strained for her. Her soft skin against mine, as she guided me to her center, was almost my undoing after two weeks without her touch there.

Her hands rested against my chest as she sunk all the way onto me. Her inner walls clenched around me, and it pulled a groan from my throat. I wanted to last, but I was positive this was not the time it would happen.

"I will not last," I groaned again as she purposefully squeezed me with her inner muscles.

"That is kinda the point, Lex," she laughed and squeezed around my length two more times before moving again. My breath caught in my chest, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head before she relented. She leaned forward and picked up her pace. Her hard nipples brushed over my chest with each thrust, and her breaths became tiny pants of pleasure.

"You are my undoing," I whispered against her skin seconds before my orgasm crashed into me and knocked the air from my lungs. It felt like I came so much in that moment I would never need to again.

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Samantha leaned against the bar, watching me prep for the day. Her gaze followed my hands as they grabbed another lemon and sliced it. I had already done the limes we would need. The air was full of the citrus scent.

"I really could help," she said for the fourth time.

I chuckled and brought my eyes up to hers. "And I already said this doesn't take long."

"But you've cut up like fifty limes and almost the same for lemons. If I had helped you, then you'd be done already, and we'd have time for other stuff."

A grin pulled at my lips. "What other kind of stuff?" I flirted.

"We'll never know now," she said with a dramatic sigh.

She used the stir stick to mix her cola and Grenadine some more. Then she plucked the tiny sword up with the cherry still attached and wrapped her lips slowly around the fruit, capturing my complete attention with the motion. I watched her mouth work, and in less than ten seconds, she had a cherry stem tied in a knot. Of course, that was a trick I could do as well, but there was something about watching her lips and knowing the movements her tongue had to make to create the knot. It made something in my lower gut tighten as the need to take her again spread through me.

"What does a God need to do to get some service around here?" a man from the opposite end of the bar asked. Our gazes swung to the intruder in tandem. Samantha was off the stool, her dagger in hand, before it sank in that the man standing at my bar was Apollo himself.

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