“Now who’s lying?”
I scowled at the ballerina who called my bluff, then took the dirty towel and got off the bed. The towel had smears of pink and red on it, and there was a slight pang of regret that nudged against my ribs. I hurt her, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like her question either. It made me think of the night I made that decision, and thinking of that night made me think ofher.It also made me wonder if I’d be failing Alyx the way I failedher.
No. Not a fucking chance. I’ll make sure of it.
After tossing the dirty towel in the corner, I walked over to the dressing table and picked up the perfume, smelling it.
She sat up on her elbows. “How many times were you in my room?”
I smiled at her question. “Countless times.” I placed the bottle down. “I bet now you want to know how many times I was in your bedroom while you were sleeping.”
A slight nod made me smile even more.
“Countless times,” I replied without feeling an ounce of shame. If I could do it all over again, I’d spend more nights in her room while she slept.
Alyx lay back down, placing her palm on her forehead. “I don’t know why I’m not freaked out by that.”
“Because deep down, you knew. You knew I’ve always been there. And you liked it.”
“What kind of woman does that make me, the fact that I like the idea of having a stalker?”
I walked over and sat on the bed next to her, placing my hand behind her neck and pulling her closer. “It makes you mine.” My lips locked over hers, kissing her hard and fierce. Feeling her tongue lap against mine with equal vigor, and how her body reacted by trying to move closer to mine, it was enough to make my dick hard again.
Blonde hair fell over my hand, and I weaved my fingers through it before gripping tight, pulling her head back. The delicate skin of her neck beckoned to be worshipped with every kiss of my lips and every trace of my tongue.
“I want to take you again.” With my other hand, I pulled her closer by cupping her ass, and her hips obeyed so perfectly. I lifted her tiny body and placed her on top of me, her legs wrapping around my waist like they knew they belonged there. “I want to fuck you again, Alyx. I want to watch your face while I make you come.” I took a hard nipple in my mouth, and the moan she made was my own fucking angels’ choir. Everything about her set me on fire. Her delicate body had never known a man before, yet now it moved against mine as if it recognized its master.
Wrapping my arms around her body, she arched and leaned back while I sucked her nipple harder, my tongue teasing the firm bud. The way her breaths came out with soft, subtle moans, her arousal already coating my cock, I knew she wouldn’t deny me. Even while her body still ached, her pussy still raw, she’d let me take her again. But I couldn’t do that to her. Her body needed time to heal.
“Alyx—”
“Oh, shit.”
We stilled, and I glanced over Alyx’s shoulder at the door, right at Neon. “Hello, Neon. Ever heard of knocking?”
Alyx scooted off my lap and pulled the sheet to cover herself.
Neon froze. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t think—”
I leaned back, not in the least concerned about the fact that my cock was still rock hard and right there for her to see. “Next time, knock, would you?”
“Sure. I just thought our little prisoner here would like a snack.” Neon tried to look everywhere else but at me, eventually putting her hand up, trying to block out the view. It was comical, really, and I grinned when I got up, grabbing my pants off the floor. “Neon, stop acting like you haven’t seen my dick before.”
“Yeah, well. I haven’t seen it likethatbefore. All hard and…big.”
I laughed and noticed how Alyx was frowning at us. “Don’t worry, ballerina girl. Around here, everyone has seen everyone naked at some point in time.” I zipped my jeans. “Tequila does that to a person.” I leaned over the bed and turned her face toward mine, kissing her, making a whole theatrical display of tongue-fucking Alyx in front of Neon.
“Jesus Christ,” I heard Neon swear.
Letting go of Alyx’s lips, I looked straight into her blue eyes. “Eat. Please.”
She didn’t nod. She didn’t say anything. But I didn’t push it. I knew Neon would work her magic and make my girl eat something.
As I walked past Neon, I smiled at her. “Get her ready. We’re leaving in an hour. Oh, she has a fresh tattoo. Take care of that. And she needs new clothes. I ruined hers.”
“Of course, you did.” She rolled her eyes. “Fucking savages, all of you!” she called after me, and I smiled. Neon was going to give Alyx a pretty hard time by trying to get her to spill the lot on what just happened in that room.
When I entered the kitchen, Ink and Onyx both looked up from their plates. Ink narrowed his eyes at me. “Why do you look thoroughly fucked?”