“And it’s like, I think I’m addicted to you,” she murmured, closing her eyes and biting her lip when he focused his attention on her other breast, her fingers grazing the back of his head. He chuckled heartily against her skin—all male ego. She was so sexy when she was like this, carefree, offering him her body and her heart.
“I seriously have all of the signs. That’s crazy, right?” she breathed, grinning, as she hastily lifted her hips and kicked out of her jeans and panties before reaching for his shirt and helping him pull it over his head. She met his eyes then and he smiled, his arousal increasing.
“You are a little crazy,” he agreed, leaning over her again and kissing her neck.
She laughed and slapped at his shoulder.
“I said that’s crazy, not I’m crazy.”
He smiled, kissing the skin between her collarbone and neck before returning his attention to her mouth. He kissed her languidly, then pulled back, nipped her, then touched his tongue to the spot because he knew his teasing turned her on. When she was practically panting for him, he rose up and kicked out of his jeans and boxers. She arched her hips up restlessly when he settled himself between her legs, the calm he always felt when he was with her washing over him. She was his home.
He entered her slowly, watching her the entire time as her lips parted, her eyes trained on his. There was nothing better, nothing, than being inside of her, being so close to her he could inhale her breaths like his own, feel her heartbeat as if it was intertwined with the rhythm of his own.
“I love you, cutie pie,” he murmured against her mouth.
“Show me please,” she said breathlessly, running her hands down the back of his head to his shoulders and back up as she tightened her legs around him and arched into him.
So that’s exactly what he did.
3
Brian awoke to the smell of bacon and smiled. It’s hard not to smile when the house smells like bacon. He reached to his right, automatically feeling for Destiny, but she wasn’t in the bed. He frowned slightly. He usually woke up before she did. He must’ve really been tired. He yawned and reached for his phone on his small nightstand to call Lex. It was ten in Miami, which meant it was only eight in Phoenix but he didn’t care. In fact, he wanted to wake her up. The phone rang five times before she answered.
“Morning, Lex,” he said, deliberately sounding cheerful.
There was a muffled sound and what sounded like painful groaning.
“How you feeling?” he asked.
Her answer was to groan again.
“Exactly. Remember how you feel right now the next time you decide to get drunk.”
“Okay, okay, Brian,” she mumbled incoherently. “Stop lecturing me. My head and my stomach…I feel, like, dead.”
He felt a little bad that she was obviously in terrible shape. Hopefully Destiny was right and it would be enough to deter her from getting drunk again, though if she was like most fifteen-year-olds, it wouldn’t be.
“Go sip some warm water, take some aspirin, and try to eat something light,” he suggested.
There was silence on the other end and he wondered if she’d hung up.
“Lex?”
“Ugh, okay, Brian. Can I hang up now?”
This time he did chuckle. “Alright. Call me later.”
She didn’t bother with a good-bye. He shook his head again and pushed his dark gray comforter off of his legs, yawning again then got down on the floor to do a quick set of fifty pushups and sit-ups. He didn’t feel like it really, but on days he wasn’t going to the gym he at least tried to do something.
A few minutes later he got up and headed for the shower, with Alexis still heavy on his mind. He needed to go to Phoenix, soon. Labor Day was in a couple of weeks so he’d probably go up then. Maybe he could talk Destiny into going too. He sighed, letting the warm water pound on his back a little longer before stepping out of the shower and slipping on a t-shirt and basketball shorts. About ten minutes later, he entered the living room, still yawning, and followed the sound of voices in the kitchen.
“Yo,” Dorian said as soon as he rounded the corner. He was standing in front of the stove, flipping eggs in a frying pan.
“What up,” he replied, bumping his fist.
Destiny was sitting on the opposite counter, her face buried in a cup of coffee.
“Morning,” she smiled at him.
Brian moved to where she was, standing in between her parted legs as he ran his hands up her thighs.
“Morning.”
She was wearing his boxers and even though they fit her like regular shorts, it was almost as sexy as lingerie.
“I actually beat you awake,” she declared teasingly.
He grinned crookedly as he openly studied her. Her hair was pulled up into a sloppy bun and she didn’t have on any make-up but damned if she wasn’t beautiful.
“That’s because you put me to bed, bed, bed,” he sang playfully, keeping his voice low.
Her cheeks flushed as she grinned. She tugged at his shirt, pulling him closer. She kissed his top lip first, then his bottom and he felt his body jerk in response. She tasted like coffee and caramel. He ran his hands a little further up her thighs, inhaling her sweet, honey scent.
“Alright, ya’ll, damn,” Dorian interjected irritably.