Alex (Cold Fury Hockey, #1)(53)

The most uniquely thrilling moment of my life.

I have never felt so good and I wonder if this will ever be replicated.

Alex gave me exactly what I asked for. Exactly what I needed. And without an ounce of shame, I realize I want more from him.

Tightening his grip under my butt, Alex nuzzles against my neck and I can feel him pulse inside of me again. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I reply as I sift my fingers through his hair and arch my back. “That was amazing.”

Pulling his face back, he looks down at me, still keeping me pinned to the door. His eyes are curious and warm. “Was that what you needed?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Leaning in to kiss me softly, he asks, “Can you say anything other than ‘Mmm-hmm’?”

“I’m hungry,” I murmur against his lips.

“Chinese?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

When Alex pulls out of me and sets me down, I keenly feel the loss of his warmth inside of me, and it makes me sad. My legs feel like jelly, so I just lean back against the door as I watch him pull the condom off and knot the end.

“Bathroom’s first door on the left,” I tell him, pointing down the hall as I watch him pull up his jeans with his free hand. “I’ll order the food.”

He gives me a soft smile and nods. Just before he starts down the hallway, he turns to me. “Then you can tell me about your day?”

“Sure,” I say softly.

Although not that long ago I wanted nothing but to purge the memories of today into a black hole of forgetfulness, I have an overwhelming desire to share my misery with Alex. I feel a need—almost painful in nature—to seek comfort from him. Something more than just hard and sweaty sex.

I need to hear his voice, and maybe have his arms wrapped around me, while I tell him all about Mara and how useless I feel right now.

***

Long after Alex f*cked me up against my front door, and long after we stuffed ourselves with cold sesame noodles and fried rice while sitting on my living room rug, eating our meal from my coffee table, and only after Alex pushed me down to said living room floor and took me in a frenzy again, do I finally tell him about what happened with Mara.

He pulls me up from the floor and into his arms, walking me back to my bedroom, where we crawl into my bed and pull the covers up snugly around us. He holds me while I share with him the details of Mara’s overdose.

Alex doesn’t say a word while I talk but just strokes my back with his fingers and every so often grazes his lips against my temple. When I admit with no small amount of shame that I’m terrified I’m going to lose Mara, and that I am doubting my own abilities as a counselor, Alex takes his fingers and places them against my lips to silence my words.

“Don’t,” he says quietly. “Don’t doubt yourself…not for a minute.”

Turning my head to the side to dislodge his fingers from my mouth, I argue, “But I don’t think I can reach her. You should have seen her in the hospital. She wouldn’t even look at me. Wouldn’t talk to me.”

“Some people don’t want to be reached. Some people love the misery.”

“No,” I deny adamantly. “She doesn’t love misery. She hates what the drugs have done to her parents.”

Leaning down, Alex kisses me softly. “But she took the drugs to avoid the misery. And she loved how the drugs made her feel. I imagine it’s going to be hard to reach her right now. She’s tried them twice…both times she didn’t die but experienced escape from her misery. I’m not sure there’s anything you could say to her, Sutton, that will get her to stop. You’re just going to have to keep plugging away with her, and hope that you will eventually get through.”

I let my gaze slide to the left and stare at the moon filtering through my window. Alex is right…I have to keep pushing at her and pray to God that she will be careful.

“Let’s try to get some sleep,” Alex says as he continues to stroke my back. “I have to get up early to meet Garrett at the gym.”

“Okay,” I whisper, wiggling in tighter to him as I wrap my arm securely around his waist.

I listen to the sounds of our breathing even out and grow more measured. Just as my eyes start to droop, I hear Alex say, “Sutton?”

“Yeah?”

“You reached me. When no one else ever has.”

My eyes pop wide open and my heartbeat skips erratically over his words. They are meant as a means of bolstering my confidence, because Alex Crossman by admitted history has some dark demons in his closet. I have no clue what they are because he hasn’t shared them, but I do know that they have shaped the person he used to be. And I do know that he’s apparently not the same person he was before we met.

Tilting my head slightly, I bring my lips to the skin on his chest and give him a kiss. “Thank you,” I tell him with a smile on my face.

He squeezes me tightly and then I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.





Chapter 17


Alex


“This is starting to become a habit,” Sutton pouts but she doesn’t sound in the least bit perturbed.

“It’s a good habit, don’t you think?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m all for making this a permanent habit.”