Broken and Screwed 2 (BS #2)(49)

“Oh my god!” Tiffany threw her arms in the air now. “Pee break for everybody?”

Kara stood. “I don’t know about a bathroom break, but I wouldn’t mind pouring some more wine and maybe ordering a pizza?”

“These are your residents. You can’t drink with them.”

Kara frowned at Tiffany, but shrugged. “I don’t think Beth or Alex will say anything. They’re kind of related to our group of friends now, aren’t they?”

“Go, Alex.”

Cord’s statement was soft and all the clearer against everyone else.

A ball of emotion was in my throat. I couldn’t speak because of it, but I nodded at him, gratefully, and didn’t wait for another chance. As soon as I was through the doors, I shut it behind me and heard the automatic lock click in place. Jesse had told me about that. The door had a passcode to get through to his area; it was one of the only reasons why he allowed any parties to be thrown in the house. He never wanted anyone in the basement except the few he trusted.

Hurrying down the stairs, I didn’t turn on any lights. I knew the way by memory.

His door was open and I knew he’d been waiting. He knew I would come. Turning into his door, he lifted his head. His elbows rested on his knees, as he was perched on the edge of his bed. Just waiting. No other lights were on, only what could be seen from the moon as it filtered through his opened windows. A breeze wafted in, caressing against my cheeks.

Right there, right then in that moment, I felt beautiful.

As he watched me with a somber expression, with the breeze, the sounds of outside as a backdrop, I saw the darkening of lust in his gaze.

My heart jumped to my throat. I was moving before I knew it and I was in his arms. He caught me and fell back on the bed with me on top. Pressing a kiss to my throat, he whispered against my skin, “You think I’m mad at you, don’t you?”

I nodded. My throat was too thick. I couldn’t speak.

“I’m not. I promise.”

“You looked hurt.” My tongue was so damn heavy and big. It was constricting me. That was why I couldn’t talk.

“I was.”

“What?”

Moving to the side, I propped myself up on an elbow as he mirrored my position. He grinned and traced a finger down my side profile, down my neck, to my shoulder, down my arm, my hand, my waist, all the way over my stomach, and back up.

I was breathing heavy by the end, when he paused at the corner of my lips. With my eyes closed, I waited and tried to memorize every touch from him. I wanted them in my permanent memory for when we wouldn’t be like this. Huskily, I asked, “Why were you hurt?”

He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. His hand flatted over my stomach with his thumb rubbing in a circle. “Because you were in my house, with my friends, and I wasn’t the reason you were here.”

“What?”

More heavy breathing. His damn thumb was talented.

He chuckled against my skin, lingering over my lips. “I was jealous, Alex.”

“What?” I shoved him back enough so I could stare at him. My heart was throbbing in me. I felt every beat pulsate through my body. He must’ve felt it as he was pressed against me.

His hand moved up the middle of my back and splayed out in a possessive hold between my shoulder blades. The tips of his fingers gripped my skin like he didn’t want to let go. Ever. A primal thrill swept over me and I sank back down over him. My body melted onto his as I forgot what we were talking about. Nothing mattered. Jesse swept the demons away. I wanted him to sweep ours away, the one the two of us had created. It was dark and looming, wrapped with fear because I didn’t know what was going to happen with us anymore.

I was too far gone.

Holding my hips with his hands, he rolled us to the side and kept going so I was on my back. He was on top now, but he positioned himself so he wouldn’t bear all his weight on me. His lips nibbled up my throat and his hand skimmed over my hip and back to my stomach. Two of his fingers began caressing again, making the throbbing between my legs stronger. It was taking me over. I was becoming blind to anything except the need of having him inside of me.

Why were we still talking?

Urging his head up, I pulled him so our lips met. But when they did, he didn’t apply the pressure I wanted. I wanted him. I wanted him to take control how he always did. Groaning, I felt the tension in him and knew he was going to speak again. Enough with the talking. My hips pressed up against his. Hearing his swift intake of breath, my lips curved against his in a smirk.

“Shit, Alex. Your friends are upstairs.”

Reality crashed over me and my eyes snapped open. I shoved him back and shook my head, needing to clear all the sensations and lust from me. I needed to think clearly.

He chuckled, but I saw the same struggle in his eyes. His hand reached out to my arm as he murmured, huskily, “I was saying before that I was jealous. You’re involved with my friends through Cord and not me. I wanted to introduce you to the gang, but as mine. You’re Cord’s friend to them.”

“I’m not Cord’s.”

He lifted a shoulder, frowning. “You are in their mind. Not as his girlfriend, but I know they think you were a hook-up. Cord doesn’t keep his hook-ups around. He drops ‘em right away. They don’t know why he’s looking out for you.”