89–Joey
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
I lifted my gaze and looked at Alex. He’d made me a cup of coffee, and I sat in bed, while he sat at the foot of it, his hand on my foot. “I’m okay.”
The nightmare which had ripped me out of sleep in a screaming, thrashing mess, had claimed a victim, and I lowered my gaze from Alex, at the sight of the bright handprint still across his cheek, and the split to his lip.
The dream was still vivid in my mind.
Jake on top of me, choking the life out of me and Alex not getting to me in time, playing over and over again.
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea for you to go to the meeting.”
I lifted my gaze to Alex again, seeing the worry on his features and I knew what he was going to say. “Oh no you
“Joey.”
don’t.”
“No, Alex.” I put the cup on the bedside table and crawled across the bed to him, grabbing his face in my hands, and I had to stop myself from leaning in and kissing him. “I am going.”
“Joey.”
“Say it with me. Joey, you are going to-”
“Jolene.”
“The meeting.” Alex rolled his eyes and gripped my wrists, looking up at me.
“Doll…”
“Don’t doll me in that tone of voice.” I huffed and he smirked.
“What tone?” he asked, pulling me closer.
“Like you’re going to try to convince me not to go, by doing sex stuff.”
Alex stopped pulling me toward him and raised an eyebrow. “Sex stuff?‘
I giggled and he shook his head. “I’m not going to do sex stuff. But I am going to ask you, as someone who is concerned about your mental health after all this. Please. Don’t go.”
I pulled my wrists from his hands and moved back on the bed, frowning at him.
“Joey.”
“I deserve the right to be able to see this out, Alex.” He tipped back his head, and I seriously did want to do sex stuff with him. I missed his touch, his kisses, his body against mine. The sight of his throat… “Plus, you told me I could. Are you a liar now?”
I knew that would push his buttons and his head dropped back down and he looked at me, from under his eyebrows. A panty–melting stare that set my body on fire. “Be careful, Jolene.”
“Or what? You’ll spank me? Please do.”
Alex closed his eyes, inhaling and I knew he was trying not to laugh. I could see the tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked at me. “You’re determined to go.”
“Yes.”
“Ugh… why. Why do you have to be like this?”
“Like what?” I asked innocently and he raised his eyebrow again. I knew what he meant. Why was I so bratty to him, why did I fight him? I did it, because I liked to see his reaction. I liked the way he got possessive and protective and a little grumpy with me, because I knew it would come out in our love–making. He’d be a bit rougher, deny me an orgasm that little bit longer… “Really, you have to ask yourself, why do you put up with it.”
“Hmmm,” He said, tipping his head to the side, “Honestly, I don’t know. I mean, I could find a good Japanese girl, who would do everything I ask of her. She’d cook, and clean and make sure my clothes were laid out each morning…”
“And lay there, motionless, during sex, instead of screaming like a banshee.” I added, giggling and Alex chuckled. He held
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out his hand and I sighed, taking it and he pulled me onto his lap. “I mean, sounds wonderful.”
“And boring as fuck.” Alex murmured, kissing along my jaw, to my chin, then up to my mouth. “And who would I be able to rant to? And who would kick up as quickly as me about things, and annoy Ollie?”
“Ooh, I like annoying Ollie.” I giggled as Alex gripped my chin, kissing me. His other hand reached down, cupping my ass, squeezing it.
“I don’t want a skeleton covered in cling film.” He murmured against my mouth, his hand shifting to my thigh, and up under the large shirt I was wearing. “I like my woman with some meat on her bones.”
“Then you’re in luck.” I murmured back as Alex tipped me back onto the bed, covering my body with his, thrusting his hips, rubbing his erection against my pussy. “I have meat on my bones…”
Alex put his head against the side of my neck and started to laugh. “What the fuck?”
“Yeah, that was weird.” I giggled.
Alex lifted and propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me. “The reason I put up with your shit, is because I love you. Pure and simple.”
I looked
up at him. “Promise?”
“That I love you?”
I nodded.
“Yes, Jolene Brewster. I love you. I always will.” He leaned in, kissing me and I sighed against him. He pulled away and kissed along my jaw again, whispering in my ear. “Do you think you can handle me making you scream?”
I arched my back against him.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t do sex stuff.”
Alex groaned, burying his face against my neck, thrusting his hips forward and my back arched again. “I changed my mind.”
Alex tugged at my ear with his teeth, as his hand moved, reaching down between us, to release his cock and I knew either way, he was going to make love to me, and I wasn’t going to stop him. After what we’d been through, this was going to be the thing we needed, to show we were safe.
“Okay, let me consult my doctor.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him to me, as he slowly moved his hips and pushed his cock into me. “She said go for your life. Just be gentle.”
And he was.
Alex slowly, gently made love to me. Stopping every now and then, to make sure I was okay. We tipped over the edge savoring the fact I was still here, that I was in Alex’s arms and by this time tomorrow night, Jakob Kazumi would no longer be in our lives.
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