Page 23 of His to Love
Chapter Eleven
Patton
We spent the night having dinner, dancing, and snapping photo after photo to post to our social media accounts. We tagged her parents in all of them. All in all, we’d truly outdone ourselves. But all our kissing, hugging, and touching had done a number on me. “I’ll sleep on the sofa.” I jerked my head toward the door to the bedroom. “You take the bed.”
“I feel bad,” she said with her pretty red lips downturned. “I’m smaller than you. I’ll fit on the sofa just fine.”
Grabbing the handle underneath the sofa, I pulled it out to show her that it turned into a bed. “I’ll fit just fine.”
Shaking her head, it seemed she wasn’t about to give in. “I can still take this bed. You’re the one paying for this expensive room. You’re the one who’s doing so much for me and this baby.”
I thought I’d stop her right there. Walking over to her, I took her hands in mine. “Alexa, we should probably start saying that this isourbaby, not just yours. Not only for your parents’ sake, but for this child’s sake as well.”
Her eyes glistened as she smiled a little. “Ours? Are you sure you want me saying such a thing?”
I found it funny that she wasn’t getting the gist of things yet. “Won’t it be mine? I mean, I will sign the birth certificate as the father, and the child will carry my last name. It’s no different than if I were to adopt a child—it’ll be mine in every way that matters.”
Pulling one hand out of mine, she ran it across my cheek, gazing at me with wonder. “You’re something else, Patton Nash. Mamma calls me her angel—I’m beginning to wonder if you’re not mine.”
I didn’t want her to think of me that way. Taking her hand off my face, I held it once again. “I’m no angel, Alexa. I’m just a man who has a deep respect and love for your family. I don’t want to see anything happen to your mother, either.”
Nodding, she pulled away from me then turned around. She went to the closet and pulled some pillows and a blanket off the top shelf. “You are an angel, Patton.” She came back, tossing the pillows on the sofa bed. “And a hero.”
I took the blanket from her, spreading it out on my bed for the night. “I am not. AndIam going to sleep on this bed. It’s nowhere near as comfortable as the one in the bedroom. I want you to sleep on that one and I won’t take no for an answer.”
Shrugging, she knew she’d been beat. “I had a wonderful time tonight. Even if it was all fake. Thank you.” She kissed the palm of her hand then blew it at me. “Have sweet dreams, mi amor. I know I will. See you in the morning.”
“I guess that’s going to be the term of endearment you’ll use with me?” I liked it. “I’ll stick with the old go-to, you’ll be babe.” Watching her nod as she left the living area, my heart, head, and cock all shouted at me to go to her, pick her up, and take her into that bedroom and make her my wife for real. But then her brother’s face filled my mind.I will not betray my best friend.
Going to the bathroom, I took off my suit then started the shower. The night had been wonderful, and it hadn’t felt fake to me at all. I found Alexa beautiful, charming, and fun. I didn’t want to be attracted to her, but it seemed impossible not to be.
All night, her silky dark hair had hung in loose waves around her gorgeous face. Her doe-like eyes had sparkled the whole time we were out. And her body felt good in my arms when we danced. I kept finding one reason or another to dance with her, and we found ourselves on the dance floor again and again.
The hot water felt good as it ran over my skin. Closing my eyes, I imagined that the tiny trails of water that ran down my body were her fingertips.What would she do if I went to her, naked, wanting—needing her?
I had to wonder if she was as attracted to me as I was to her. But the one thing I knew for sure was that she and I were not in love. Luciano would never forgive me for taking his sister to bed unless we were in love—and maybe not even then.
He’d come to me because he knew he could trust me not to hurt his sister. He trusted me not to do anything unacceptable with or to her. And I knew exactly what he considered to be unacceptable.
Sex was top of his list, of course. She was also not to be talked down to. I knew. He would never tolerate anyone laying a hand on Alexa in anger. And she had to be respected as a person at all times. To him and his family, she was a gift from above, and everyone was to treat her that way.
I didn’t see her quite the same way they did. I didn’t see her as some porcelain doll that had to be handled as if she might break at any moment. I did see her as a respectable woman—her own woman. I did see her as a beautiful woman. And now I’d begun to see her as a desirable woman.
But that’s the one thing I can’t see her as.
As much as I kept telling myself that Alexa was off-limits, the combination of my drifting thoughts and the water on my skin made me feel amazing in a way they never had before. The heat heightened my senses and my skin tingled as the water pelted my back.
Soaping up my hands, the plan was to get washed and get the hell out of the shower that was making me think about Alexa in ways I shouldn’t. But, as with anyone cleaning their naked body, my hands moved down to where my hard-on just wouldn’t give up and go away.
I needed to get rid of it. But not while thinking about Alexa. Trying to picture the last woman I’d had sex with a few months back, I got her face in my mind then went for it.
She’d been okay. We didn’t have enough of a spark to keep seeing each other though. And soon her face faded away and was replaced with Alexa’s.
My dream Alexa willingly moved into my arms, straddling me as I picked her up effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around me and she let her head fall back as she moaned with pleasure. “Yes, mi amor. Show me what it means to be your wife.”
Kissing a line along her neck, I pressed her back against the wall, ramming my hard cock into her soft, warm, wet pussy. “Being my wife means you’ll get this hard cock every single night. Being my wife means I will treat you like the queen you are. Being my wife means you will never be alone in anything.”
Her nails dug into my back as I moved with force. I had one mission—to please her. And please her I did. “You’re the most amazing man,” she moaned with passion and desire. “You’re powerful, handsome, and the best lover I’ve ever had.”
