“So you immediately think the worst. Did you not stop to think that I could be lying for a reason? One that did not lead to me having it off with your best friend?” I gave him a questioning look and the look he returned was one of remorse. “Obviously not,” I sighed and turned away once more. “Let me go.”
He turned my face back to him yet again. “So you admit that you are lying?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to tell me what you are lying about?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to know. Not yet, anyway.”
“Alexis, that doesn’t cut it,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Do you trust me?” I asked imploringly, as I ran my fingers down his distraught face.
He searched my eyes for a moment, a moment longer than I would’ve liked or expected. “Yes,” he finally said.
“Then do that and trust me. When I want you to know why I need Derek to help me, I will tell you.”
He continued to hold me against the wall as he peered into my eyes; into my soul, my answer obviously causing him distress.
I smoothed his hair away from his face. “Bryce, I promise you that I love you; only you. And I promise you that no man has made me feel what you make me feel, and no man ever will. I promise you I will never betray you, not in any way. I love you, Bryce. You. Now, I’m only going to say this once, so, either accept it and take me to bed...or just take me to bed. It’s your call.”
I waited for a split second before his lips met mine, this time the anger gone and intense love and passion once again present. I wrapped my leg around his waist and struggled to lift the other—my muscles all but depleted. He noticed my strain and gently lifted it for me as he walked me into the elevator.
“I’ve missed you”, he said through tongue and lips. “I couldn’t wait any longer to see you again, to touch you again. I just don’t function without you anymore.”
“I know, and that’s not healthy.”
“Fuck being healthy,” he growled, as he walked me into our room.
I giggled as he tenderly placed me onto the bed, my amusement stopping when he reached for the button on my jeans. Just that one action indicating his motives had my pussy aching for his touch. So much so, that I lifted my pelvis automatically in order for him to pull my jeans down with ease. He did just that, but stopped at the freakin’ moon boot.
Slowly, he undid the Velcro straps. “How is it?” he said as he gently lifted my foot from its brace to inspect it.
“Good, apparently really good. I’ve started physiotherapy and already I’m gaining back strength.”
“That’s great, Hunny.”
He carefully removed my jeans completely, leaned over and placed a soft kiss on my healing ankle. My body reacted and shuddered in response as he continued to kiss up my leg, stopping when his lips touched the material of my underwear. He looked up at me through his lashes and grinned as he bit down on the seam and aggressively dragged them off with his teeth. Oh holy fuck, he’s a sexy animal.
Crawling back up my legs, he bent my uninjured one over his shoulder, his head now perfectly positioned in between them. I sucked in a ragged breath as he touched my clit with the pad of his finger, my body bucking with sensation.
“Oh God, I’ve missed you...I missed this,” I breathed out as I tilted my pelvis to get closer to his mouth while his finger kept teasing me, tracing my wetness up and down and swirling at my entrance. “What are you waiting for?” I panted.
“I’m admiring the view. Your pussy is pretty fucking nice to look at.”
“It’s also pretty fucking nice to taste, so stop admiring and taste it.”
He chuckled, leaned forward and pressed his nose into me then, pausing for a second, breathed hot and dipped his tongue. I clenched his hair and dug the heel of my foot into his back. “Mmmm,” he growled, so I clenched and dug deeper. I loved his growls.
Bryce pleased my pussy with his sensational tongue and fingers, flicking and sucking at my clitoris while sliding his fingers in and out of me. I could feel every insertion and every retraction as he repeated the motion while altering the pace. His movements had the ability to trick and tease my mind and body.
“I want you, Bryce, all of you,” I pleaded.
He pulled away and crawled on top of me. “I’m all yours, Hunny.”
It had been weeks since we were last with each other, and I desperately wanted to feel him inside me again. I needed to feel him for so many reasons. Reasons that were solely for pure carnal necessity, but also reasons for wanting to reconnect with him after both of us losing a piece of our hearts.