Page 135 of On the Line
By the time her second orgasm washed over her, and Mitch had pumped himself hard and fast to his own release with his tongue still circling her clit, Lexie was reminded exactly how good the boy was with his mouth.
And exactly how he had ruined her for anyone else so long ago.
When she stood, legs shaky, he once again snaked his arms around her waist and held her close, planting a series of sweet, soft kisses on her mouth. The taste of herself on his lips went right to her head, and she knew it would be impossible to keep what had just happened between them a secret the second they stepped out of the bathroom.
“This stays between us,” she told him.
He looked like he wanted to argue, but nodded instead. “Whatever you want.”
“I want you,” she said honestly. “I’ve always wanted you.”
He grinned at her and pressed a rough kiss to her lips. “We’ll figure it out.”
Now it was her turn to nod, throat too clogged with emotion to form words anyway.
They straightened themselves and exited, Lexie sneaking out first and checking the hallway outside for anyone lingering who could witness their little sexual reunion.
Confirming the coast was clear, she and Mitch snuck out and went opposite directions, Mitch choosing to walk through the cabin and around the front while Lexie slipped out the back door off the kitchen.
She had barely stepped foot on the patio when Berkley was on her.
“I know what you were doing in that bathroom, Alexandra.”
Lexie whirled on her friend, hand flying up to her chest. “Jesus, Berk. You scared the shit out of me.”
“Have a nice fuck?” Berkley asked, arms folded over her chest, a smug smile tugging at her lips.
Lexie sighed dramatically. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, turning on her heel to rejoin the reception under the large white tent erected on the lake shore.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Lexie Monroe,” Berkley said, walking quickly to keep up with her. “I know you were in there with Mitch. You think I don’t know what blissed out, post-orgasm looks like? Please. Have you seen my husband?”
Lexie stopped and smiled at Berkley. It was the first time she had heard her friend call Brent her husband, and Berkley’s face split into a grin.
Lexie wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulders, tucking her into her side. “I’m so happy for you, you know. It took a lot for you guys to get here.”
“I know,” Berkley said. “Thank you for being here with me.”
“There isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.”
“But stop trying to change the subject,” Berkley said, pulling away. “Were you just fucking Mitch in that bathroom or what?”
Lexie’s cheeks heated, and her grin turned sheepish. “Maybe.”
Berkley slapped her arm playfully and squealed. “I knew it! I knew this weekend was going to be good for you two.”
“Ugh, Berk,” Lexie said. “It was just sex. No need to start planning the wedding.”
Berkley looked at her as if to sayget real. “It has never been just sex for you two, and you know it. Maybe one day you’ll stop fighting it.”
Berkley turned and surveyed the crowd spread out across the lawn of the cabin, groups of people dancing, drinking, playing yard games, and enjoying the gorgeous summer night in Upstate New York, celebrating her and Brent. “And trust me, when you finally do? It’s the best thing that’ll ever happen to you.”
She patted Lexie on the arm and padded off to where Brent was standing with his brother and Cole. Lexie watched as Berkley slid a hand into Brent’s and he dipped his head to plant a kiss on her mouth. The smile they shared had Lexie turning away, as though she were witnessing something sacred, something that she wasn’t deserving of.
But truth be told, shewasdeserving. If her relationship with Mitch had taught her anything, it was that she was capable of loving and being loved. And if a man as good as Mitch was willing to take her as she was, and love her so fiercely that neither time nor distance had lessened his pull on her, then she must be doing something right.
Lexiestillwantedhim.
That much was painfully obvious after their bathroom tryst, and Mitch couldn’t wipe the smile from his face as he adjusted his clothes and ran a hand through his hair before rejoining the party.
