"You made me look like a damn fool in there." She didn't miss the way he clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides. She tightened her hold on her keys, refusing to be intimidated. He wouldn't dare hit her, although she saw in his eyes that he had the urge to.
"I said the truth. If the truth makes you look like a fool then maybe you should take a good look in the mirror, Lance." It wasn't a question, but her words clearly pissed him off more because he bared his teeth at her. He lifted his hand, and for a split second she actually thought he would hit her. He held his hand in the air, and she looked between him and his fist.
"If you're going to do it, then do it." There was no fear in her words. Holding his gaze, she challenged him to hit her and prove exactly how weak he was. His nostrils flared, and for several seconds he did nothing but stare at her. He dropped his hand and grinned at her. It wasn't sweet and genuine, but like a damn predator about to attack its dinner.
"You'll regret doing that, Mary. You have clearly forgotten your place." With that he stalked to his Porsche, climbed in, and sped off, tires squealing and water spraying everywhere. There was the Lance she remembered, the one with the short fuse but that could put on an act to fool the Pope. Her phone vibrated, and she saw it was a text from Alex.
Alex: K, but R U all right?
Mary breathed out, feeling so overwhelmed.
Yeah, just family drama. I'll C U there.
Tossing her phone in the passenger seat she made her way to the hotel, feeling good about getting everything out, but also feeling extremely exhausted because of it. At least her family hadn't tried to stop her from leaving. Despite telling herself not to, the tears she had been holding in spilled down her cheeks.
Chapter Seventeen
Alex stood under the awning at the small hotel in the posh suburb right outside of Brentsville. They had stayed several more hours for practice. His body was sore, and after running home and taking a quick shower and packing his bag, he had headed right over. He tried calling Mary to tell her he was on his way, but there hadn't been an answer. He felt like shit for bailing on her, and even felt more like a douche when she sent him a text when he was on his way saying to just meet at the hotel. He spotted her BMW pull to a stop under the awning, and right when she got out the valet rushed over to her. She handed him her keys, and he drove the car away, and then it was just her standing a few feet from him, soaking wet, and her eyes red from clearly crying. His heart beat double-time and he moved toward her. Had those assholes hurt her? If so he'd kick some serious ass.
She met him halfway, stopped when she stood right in front of him, and before he could ask her what happened she had her arms wrapped around his neck and had her mouth on his. Surprise filled him at her assertiveness. Had he been wrong that she was upset? He grew instantly hard when she slid her tongue along his bottom lip. Alex didn't question what she was doing, just wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her close to his body so he was holding her weight and her feet dangled above the ground, and took her mouth in a fast, passion-filled kiss. For several long seconds they stood there, kissing like no one was watching, and it was so fucking hot.
She broke the kiss, trailed her lips along his jaw, and whispered in his ear. "Take me to our room, Alex. I need to be with you right now."
She leaned back and looked into his eyes, and there was no fucking way he was going to question what in the hell was happening. Alex set her on her feet, took her hand in his, and led her past the front desk, and into the elevator. Pressing her against the mirrored wall, he took her mouth again, feeling the elevator ascend, and loving that if he wanted to he could have her right here, right now. She pressed against him, rubbed her body along the length of his, and seemed almost desperate for his touch. His pulse beat at the head of his cock, and he knew he'd need to stop or he'd pull her skirt up and take her right here in the elevator. She was wet, as if she had been standing in the rain, and he broke the kiss and looked down at her. Her dark hair seemed even darker now that it was wet, and a glance down at her chest showed the thin material plastered to her breasts, and her nipples rock hard through the bodice.
"You're soaked." He slowly lifted his eyes to hers, and his breath halted at the raw look she gave him.
"You have no idea, Alex." The way she said it made it clear she wasn't taking about her wet clothes and hair. Holy fucking shit. His girl was hot. Fortunately the elevator dinged when it reached their floor because he had been seconds away from taking her. He took her hand again and moved them quickly down the hall to their room. Once the door was opened and closed behind them, they stood there facing each other. The living arousal that bounced between them had his cock throbbing. He went to her, and at the same time they started tearing clothes away until they were pressed naked against each other. This was not a slow night of making love, but fast and fierce.
He took her to the bed, ran his finger between her thighs, and groaned deeply when he felt how wet she was for him. "Baby, I have to get a condom." He kissed her and started moving away, but she tightened her hands around his neck. He looked down at her, slightly confused. "What's wrong?"
"I'm on the pill." He blinked once at her words, not sure exactly what she was getting at. He was glad she was taking extra precautions. When he didn't respond right away she continued. "You've always used a condom with the girls you've been with?" He swallowed, realizing exactly what she was getting at.
"Yeah, baby." His voice was hoarse, and his dick jumped between them.
"I don't want anything between us. I just want to feel you." Mary lifted up and pressed her lips to his. A strangled sound left him when she reached between their bodies, took hold of his cock, and placed it at her pussy.
She lifted her hips, causing the head of his dick to slide inside of her. "Christ." He closed his eyes and continued to push into her. Her breath was hard and fast, and when he was fully inside of her he felt her inner muscles clench around him like a vise. "Fucking hell, Mary." Every muscle in his body was taut, and all he wanted to do was fuck her until she knew that she was his.
"Take me, Alex, completely."
That was all he needed to hear her say. Pushing up so his arms were straight right above her head, Alex fucked her like he loved her, and fucking hell he did. Mary was hot and wet, and so fucking tight that sweat immediately popped out along his body.
"God, Mary." He continued moving in and out of her, and before he could tell her how good she felt surrounding him she was the one speaking.
"I love you. I love you so much." They stared at each other, and the emotions that swelled inside of him made him feel high.
"Baby … " His voice cracked, but he never broke eye contact. "I love you, too." God it was fast, so fucking fast, but never had anything felt as good as hearing her say she loved him, or telling her those three words in return. They crashed together, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, and he let everything he felt for her be displayed physically. There was nothing better in the world than being with her, having her scent fill his lungs, and hearing her moan out his name over and over again. He came fast and hard inside of her, following right on the heels of Mary's orgasm. It was the most intense feeling in the world, and he never wanted a barrier between them again. When they were both sated he collapsed on top of her and tried to catch his breath.
"Alex?" Her voice was soft.
"Yeah, baby?"
"I can't breathe." He chuckled and rolled off of her.
"Sorry." Alex pushed a strand of stray hair away from her damp forehead and leaned in to kiss her. "That was … " Shit, he couldn't even describe it.
"Yeah, I know." She smiled up at him, and for the longest time all they did was stare at each other.
"I love you, Mary. And to be honest, it scares me a little bit at how much I do." Yeah, he just said that, and it was one of the most honest things he had ever told another person.
She smiled and lifted her hand to cup his cheek. "I feel the same way, Alex."
He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She had never told him if there was actually something wrong, but he had known in his gut that something had to have happened at dinner tonight.