A Time for Hope (Lexi, #3)(71)
Alex picked up the tempo, driving himself hard and fast inside of me. I met each one of his thrusts, taking him deeper, needing more.
My core clenched against him as his name spilled from my lips. Speaking coherently was a skill I no longer possessed.
A primal moan tore from Alex’s throat as he quickened his pace, his fingertips biting into my flesh.
It was frenzied and out of control and we couldn’t stop.
“Alex,” I screamed, shattering around him while he continued to rock within me.
“Lexi…Lexi,” Alex kept repeating my name, my release enough to finish him, his body shaking as he exploded inside of me.
The warm water cascaded on top of us as we both collapsed on the floor. My limbs shook, exhausted, as I lay flat on my stomach against the bottom of the shower stall. Alex covered me with his body, weaving his fingers through mine as he panted against my back.
“That was mind blowing,” he murmured as he kissed my shoulders.
“I expected nothing less.” I giggled as my body continued to tingle.
Alex lifted off me and pulled me into his lap, grabbing the shower gel and a washcloth from the internal shower ledge. He squirted the luxurious suds into the cloth, lovingly washing my tired limbs.
“I love you Alex.” I nestled closer against his chest.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” Satisfied I was clean, Alex coated his own body with suds. “I love you too Lexi.”
We let the water wash away the bubbles before Alex continued to pamper me by carefully washing and conditioning my hair.
“You spoil me,” I leaned against him, my skin wrinkled from being under the water for too long.
After shutting off the water, Alex helped pull me to my feet. He covered us each in large fluffy bath towels before carrying me back to our bed. He laid me down on the mattress where he continued to kiss me, lavishing me with attention. We made love again, slowly this time and then laid in each other arms where we absorbed each moment before we would have to say goodbye.
Chapter 17 - The Test
“Seriously, we should do a tour on a cruise, bypass the flying.” Dan grumbled, swallowing the Xanax in his palm.
“You play cruises when you are in your wheelchair, numbnuts, not now!” Jason pried the hip flask of bourbon from Dan’s hand.
“Dan, you can’t f*cking drink on the pills, dude.” Troy shook his head, “You know that shit is dangerous and we don’t need to be jacked up by Air Marshalls.”
The Suburban twisted through traffic on its way to JFK. I had decided to travel with the band and help them get checked in, knowing I would have to say goodbye before the TSA check point. I almost bought a ticket to ensure I could wait with them at the gate but I knew that would only make the goodbye harder.
“You ok?” Alex gently nudged me with his arm, his eyes blood shot from lack of sleep.
“Yeah,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around him.
“You wanna get your freak on, we’re cool with it.” Dan grinned leaning back into his seat.
“Dan can you try and not be an * for like five minutes?” Alex brushed the hair away from my face and kissed my temple. We were both trying to not let our last moments together be marred by the phenomenon that was Dan.
“A-man, I’m just trying to hook you up, brother. This is the first tour it’s going to be just you and your hand.” Dan grinned and his hand dropped to his lap, his fingers curling around to simulate his crude suggestion. I think everyone could have done without the visual.
I rolled my eyes, not willing to give Dan anymore air time than he deserved, knowing it would only encourage him. “Just ignore him Alex. I find if you do, he usually goes away.”
Alex wisely followed my advice and didn’t engage Dan, knowing the pills would soon kick in and he would be too drowsy for douche-like behaviour. Dan’s fear of flying was a blessing, I couldn’t even contemplate what a flight would be like with him conscious.
“So Lexi, I’m curious.” Dan refused to be ignored. “How many women have you slept with? Was it just the one? Or can we expect to find another couple on our travels this time? You know, it’s a long tour.” Dan smiled in satisfaction, knowing that I would be unable to ignore the words flying out of his mouth.
“That’s my wife *, show some respect.” Alex tensed in the seat beside me.
“She might be your wife but the question is legitimate. I stand behind it.” Dan stupidly justified not reading the signs that today was not the day for this shit.
“Dan, for someone who brags about sleeping with so many women you sure as hell spend a lot of time interested in the love life of others. I have to wonder why? Is visualizing me and Alex the only way you can get it up these days?” I spat back, tired of discussing my past sex life and that of my husband. Can we all just move the f*ck on? Like seriously?
“Woah. You just went from zero to bitch in record time! You got your period or somethin’?”
“I don’t need to have my period to see what a total f*cking dick you are being. Don’t you get tired of acting like a fourteen year old boy? Can you please just shut the f*ck up and let me say goodbye to my husband without your juvenile f*cked up commentary!” I exploded, stunning the cabin of the car into total silence. Troy and Jason stared at me, wide-eyed. I hadn’t meant to yell, it just kind of happened. It’s like I had no control over my emotions.