Page 53 of Mr. Wrong
… you broke up with me, Derek. We can’t just—
…I do forgive you but—
…I need you to understand that—
Unable to listen to another second of it, I push the door open so I can see her.
She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, head bent while the fingers of her free hand worry and trace along the hem of the T-shirt she’s wearing. It’s my T-shirt. The same T-shirt I gave her to sleep in the first night I brought her home. I left it here on purpose. Like to lay awake at night and wonder if she found it. If she wears it to bed. Seeing her in it now is like waving a red flag at a raging bull.
“I don’t want to do this right now, Derek—no, you calledme, remember?” She lets out an exasperated sigh and picks her head up to push her long, chestnut hair out of her face. “This isn’t helping, Derek. None of this is—” The movement of the bedroom door being pushed open catches in the corner of her eye and she turns toward it, towards me.
Seeing me standing here doesn’t seem to surprise her. It’s almost like she’s been sitting there waiting for me.
“I have to go,” she says into the phone. “Yeah—see you tomorrow.” She pulls the phone away from her ear and I can hear him, spewing about how much he misses her. How glad he is that she’s agreed to meet with him. How relieved he’ll be when they can put this whole thing behind them and move on.
Whether he knows it or not, he’s talking about me.
I’m the thing he can’t wait for her to put behind her.
Walk away from.
Hanging up on him, mid-sentence, Ellenore sets her phone on the nightstand and stands. Pulling back the covers on the bed, she slides between the sheets before reaching for the lamp and clicking off the light.
Thirty-Five
Ellenore
It’s dark.I can’t see his face, but I know why he’s here. What he wants.
Lex wants the same thing I want.
“Yes.”
I only say it once, the sound of it barely more than a whisper. But he hears me. The word pulls him through the doorway to the side of my bed. Standing over me, I watch as he reaches up to pull his T-shirt off, over his head before jerking the button loose on his jeans. Hooking his thumbs into their waistband he pulls them down his thighs, letting them drop on the floor.
“Lex—”
“Quiet.”
That’s all he says.
Quiet.
I close my mouth and nod. Heart pounding in my throat, I watch silently while he pulls back the covers I’m huddled under so he can slide between them with me. Nudging my thighs apart with his knee, he kneels between them and reaches for me. Pulls my underwear down and I lift my hips off the bed to help himget them off. He drops them on the floor and retrieves a condom from the nightstand. Tears it open and rolls it down his shaft while I commit the sight of him to memory. Wide, powerful shoulders that flow into a thick, muscular chest. Tightly packed abs that taper down into narrow hips. The thick, hard cock jutting out from between them.
Finally Lex moves, covering my body with his, braced up on his forearms, his face is suddenly inches from mine. I feel the fingertips of his free hand skim the top of my thigh. Searching for and finding the hem of my T-shirt, he pulls it up and I help him with that too, lifting my arms and shimmying until it’s off and discarded, like the rest of our clothes.
That’s when he stops. When Lex looks at me.Reallylooks at me. He’s about to stop. I can see it in his eyes. He’s going to leave. Get up. Walk away from me and I can’t let him. I can’t let him go because if he walks away from me now, this will never happen again. He won’t let it. I’ll never get another chance.
Reaching for him, I slide my hands up his arms, tracing the hard muscles of his straining biceps before trailing them across his shoulders. Sweep them down the length of his spine. I have no idea what I’m doing. All I know is that this might be it. I might never get another chance to touch him and I can’t let him go without taking it.
Hands finally settled on his hips, I tilt my own, rubbing my pussy against the thick, blunt head of his cock, gasping softly at the contact, fingers tightening their grip in response. Skimming lower, I grip his ass cheeks and do it again, tilting my hips into his, lifting them off the bed until I feel the heat of him pressed against my entrance.
That’s when he breaks. When Lex stops fighting. When he pushes into me with a low groan, his eyes squeezed shut. Hands fisted on either side of my head. Jaw clenched so tight I can practically hear his teeth cracking.
He goes slow. I feel it all. My pussy opening, stretching and sliding, around him, inch by inch. The delicious friction of his chest against my hard, swollen nipples. Each pulse and flex of his hips building an almost unbearable pressure inside me, threatening to sweep me away.
Without warning, Lex rears up until he’s kneeling in front of me again and he grips my hips and flips me over, lifting them off the mattress so he can slam back into me, so hard and deep I see stars. Can’t stop the moan that pushes itself past my throat.
