The Dirty Anthology Page 8

I start to move back.

  Her hands fist around my shirt.

  Lexi’s refusal to let me go scatters every single thought in my head, leaving only the haze.

  I swear to God my vision’s tunneling. That’s how hot she makes me.

  My shaking hands wrap tightly around her fists.

  She tightens her hold before I can remove them. “Andrew . . . I shouldn’t.”

  “What?” The heat in her eyes confuses me—turns me on more. I want her legs shaking on either side of my head. Her body wrapped around every inch of mine. It’s all I can think about.

  Her little hands are wrapped so tightly around my shirt that I’ll have to use force to remove them.

  And I fucking love it.

  Subconsciously, I know what she’s about to do, seconds before she does it.

  Logic tells me to move back. Break her hold and put some distance between us before she comes at me.

  I don’t want her to be the girl I cheated on Kaylee with—one of many.

  I want Lexi to be so much more than that.

  My body doesn’t care.

  In this moment, neither does her.

  I have a split second to react. See her standing on her tiptoes. Feel her little hand wrap around the back of my neck to pull my head down.

  A split second where I could’ve stopped her.

  Hell, no. I let her.

  I’m too fucking starved to deny her, although I know we’ll probably end up hating ourselves once it’s over.

  Her tongue comes out to play with mine. Wet. Delicious. Anxious.

  I respond to her desperation like I’ve been trained to, every nerve igniting with full force.

  Letting go of her shoulders, I slide my hands down the sexy curve of her back, groaning into our kiss. My hands latch onto her ass, squeezing tight.

  She moans into my mouth, pressing closer.

  God, my dick is so freaking hard. I nibble her lip and open my eyes—hers are already open, heavy-lidded, watching me.

  Ah, shit. I lock eyes with her and an orgasm trembles through my cock. “Lexi,” I pant her name, my chest heaving. “You gotta stop now, baby, or—”

  She presses her hands to my shoulders and begins leading me backwards. “I want it, Drew.”

  12

  Morality can be one hell of a strong driving force. It can push you out of the driver’s seat, take complete control of the steering wheel and hijack the GPS that decides in which direction your life is going to go.

  But it’s nothing—absolutely nothing—when pitted against desire. Especially one that’s been fed for years, an ache that’s grown stronger every second it was denied what it wants.

  Lexi is that for me. The ideal. The unattainable fantasy that’s finally being attained.

  She leads me straight back to the couch and I let her. There’s no choice but to allow her. She’s gripping that steering wheel tight in her hands.

  I have no clue where she’s taking this—me—but I’ll let her do whatever she wants with me.

  I’m hers.

  She might as well have one hand wrapped around my cock as she leads me; that’s how absolute her control over me is right now.

  I should be worried over how easily she’s grabbed control of me.

  I’m not. As long as her hands are on me, anywhere, that’s all that matters to me.

  The back of my legs hit the couch. She pushes down on my shoulders. I fall onto it, eyes on her. My hands itch to reach for her, feel that ass again. I fist them, almost shaking with the effort of keeping my self-control engaged.

  I’ve never done drugs, but I’m sure this is what the craving is like. The hunger that carves out little pieces of your soul.

  I let her see it, all of it, even as I fight with myself to remain seated and let her do this at her own pace.

  When she urges me to sit back on the couch and sits sideways on my lap, a low sound of desperation breaks out of me.

  “Is this okay?” she whispers in that sexy voice of hers, her perfect ass perched on my lap, her eyes on mine, wide and questioning behind those glasses.

  I snap.

  One hand slides around the back of her neck. The other clamps down around her exposed thigh.

  I have her in my hands. Right where I fucking want her.

  She launches herself at me at the same time I move toward her, and then it’s just our lips—touching. Meshing. Sucking. She lets me play slowly with her tongue, even though I sense the impatience mounting within her.

  I press harder, rubbing her tongue with mine roughly. Caressing the side of her neck gently, I swallow every whimper she gives me. Every moan. The hand around her thigh twitches, aching to move closer to the one thing I want the most in the world right now.

  I bite down on the mad urge. Control is essential right now. Beyond necessary. One wrong move, and I’ll have her under me, my cock eight inches deep inside her.

  Lexi rips her lips away from mine, gasping my name in a needy tone that nearly ruins me. Her hips move restlessly on my thigh.

  I hiss, clenching my teeth.

  Then she goes for my neck, latching onto it, all lips, teeth, and tongue, and I forget all about self-control.

  I’ve been kissed, sucked, and tongued by so many girls. I could never count them. Almost every inch of my body.

  But if you asked me right now what those girls felt like, I wouldn’t be able to tell you jack-shit about it. I don’t remember.

  She bites on my jugular, moaning around my skin, and oh . . . fuck. I can’t take it. Can’t deal.

  I palm the back of her head, tilting my own to offer her more of my neck. “Bite. Harder,” I growl, the hand on her thigh bringing her closer. Right onto my cock.

  My hips churn desperately, rubbing it into her.

  Lexi sucks on me. Hard. Like she’s trying to leave a mark on me.

  God. I’m going to cream my basketball shorts. “Baby . . . what are you doing to me?”

  “Drew, I want—” her voices breaks off on another moan.

  Me. My girl wants me.

  Rising, I deposit Lexi on the couch, her head against the armrest. One knee braced on the couch, I lean over her, breathing hard.

  From the moment we first became friends all those years ago, I’ve been fixated on that hair. Her eyes.

  They watch me now, heavy-lidded, desire hot inside those gray depths. Her big curls all over the place, framing that pretty face of hers, falling down over her shoulders and around her breasts.

  The rapid rise and fall of her chest turns me on even more, and I know my cock’s clearly visible through the thin material of my basketball shorts. I want her eyes on it. Her hands. Her lips. That perfect, wet tongue.

  As if sensing my thoughts, her eyes drop down, widening when they land on my engorged dick.

  I thumb her bottom lip, pressing into it. Probably harder than I should, but I’m barely controlling myself. It’s like she’s in my fucking blood, a scorching, violent hum I can’t fight.

  I won’t be able to be gentle with her.

  I shouldn’t touch her like that. Shouldn’t run the risk of fucking her, until I’m balls deep, like a crazed, violent brute.

  There’s no stopping myself.

  Parting her lips, I slide my thumb into her, skimming across her bottom teeth. “You want me, baby?”

  Her enthusiastic nod is so fucking cute.

  “You want my cock?”

  She arches, moaning.

  My jaw pulses. My teeth grind together.

  My heart, the stupid bastard, feels like it rotates inside my chest, kicking, kicking, demanding I fall on her and make her mine.

  I slide my thumb, moist from her mouth, along her jaw. “You wet for me?”

  A blush explodes beneath her cheeks, but she nods at me and bites her lip shyly.

  I groan, feeling my balls tighten. How heavy they are. I don’t need to look down to know there’s a wet spot on my shorts, right where my tip is. “I’m wet for you, too.”

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sp; Her eyes drop right back down, zeroing in and making my dick pulse toward her.

  I almost jump when her hand lands on my thigh, above my knee, right where my basketball shorts end. Slowly, she begins sliding it upwards.

  “Lexi,” I growl out, my thighs trembling harder the closer she gets to my dick. “If you touch it, there’s no stopping this.”

  Her eyes flash. “You better not stop.”

  “Are you a virgin?”

  Her hand stops midway up my thigh. She doesn’t answer.

  I fight back the desperate need to thrust my hips at her, get her hand where I need it.

  “Lexi,” I say slowly, because I’m almost one-hundred percent sure that her answer might just drive me mad. “Are you?”

  More silence from her.

  Come on Lexi, don’t do this to me . . .

  “Does it matter?” she asks.

  I jerk my head in a pathetic semblance of a nod. It matters. It matters so much that even I realize what a fucking hypocrite that makes me, but I’ve waited so long to have her—claim her—that just thinking that someone else beat me to it pisses me the hell off.

  “I am.”

  A breath of air whooshes out of me. Relief. So much of it that I’m almost lightheaded. Mine. “Good. I can’t have sex with you tonight, though.”

  Her mouth opens and I see the protest forming before she even speaks.

  Sliding my thigh between her legs, I lower myself onto her. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m still going to take care of you.”

  13

  I slam my hand onto the scanner and rush out of the lab as soon as the doors slide open. The world around me threatens to spin.

  I don’t stop.

  Can’t.

  My entire life got wrecked by the centrifugal force of losing one girl.

  It happened without my knowing it. It happened way before I could comprehend it. After years of analyzing the sick, twisted obsession in my veins, I realized it happened the very first time I laid eyes on her.

  First day of Kindergarten.

  That girl became the entire world to me. Fuck that, the center of my universe. Without her, I was thrown completely out of orbit.

  I should’ve found another reason to go on, another reason to live.

  I couldn’t.

  It’s impossible. I lived for her back then; I live for her now.

  And she’s here, in my building, working for my company, her presence pulling me toward her, right back into my proper orbit.

  “Drew!”

  My uncle.

  As far as I know, he never knew what Lexi had come to mean to me. He knows I self-destructed at one point, but not the real reason why.

  Anger sparks regardless. For the last two days, he’s been raving about the new IT girl, and how he stole her away from Menahan—

  I freeze, unseeing. Disbelieving.

  Lexi had been working for Stephen? Stephen? One of the bastards responsible for hurting her.

  My uncle catches up to me. “Andrew.”

  I whirl on him. “Did you know who she is when you hired her?” I sound as obsessed as I am. Probably look it, too.

  There’s astonishment in my uncle’s dark eyes, as well as that analytical gleam I’ve come to know so well. Like he’s putting the pieces together and realizing what my reaction’s really about. “I know you know her since you were kids.”

  Know her? I fucking breathe for the girl. Closing my eyes, I fight to resist the pull of her presence. I don’t know what I’m going to do the moment I see her. If I’ll be able to control myself.

  I need some answers first.

  “She was working for Stephen?”

  My uncle hesitates. Most likely has to do with the fact that I haven’t opened my eyes and I’ve lost control of my inner psycho. “Yes. For years we heard rumors of his ‘hidden asset’, the person responsible for giving his company such a huge technological edge.”

  Lexi was always a genius. Beyond brilliant. “Why was she working for Stephen?” I almost can’t accept this fact. Don’t want to.

  All these years of searching for her, dying for her, and she’d been with Stephen of all people.

  Rage burns through my veins.

  “I don’t know, Andrew. That’s something you’ll have to ask her,” my uncle says.

  Oh, I plan to. “How long was she working for him?”

  “Andrew—”

  “Answer. Me.”

  “The contract between them went into effect in 2012. It was almost ironclad. It took our legal team months to break through it, as well as some help from Ms. Berkman herself.”

  Like the pathetic, starving man I am, I latch onto that with every bit of strength inside me. “So she wanted to stop working for him?”

  “Yes. Was desperate to get out. She has some sort of vendetta against him. She’s going to make a great ally.”

  I’ve heard enough.

  I have a pretty good idea where the software department is, and I’m almost sure that’s where she’ll be. This connection with her is like a radar, calling me to her.

  My uncle grabs my shoulder, halting me. “Drew, what’s going on?”

  My entire being shakes with suppressed energy, all of it waiting to be unleashed on one woman. “Remember a few years ago, when I almost died because I was out driving high on heroine?”

  “Yes . . .”

  “She’s the one. The reason I broke down, got into drugs. The reason I almost killed myself.” She’s the reason I’m an unhinged asshole.

  “Dear God, Drew. I know what your father did to her father, but I didn’t—”

  “Where is her office?”

  He points at a set of large doors with another retinal and handprint scanner.

  Fifty feet down the hall, in the same direction I’d been heading.

  Shrugging his hand off me, I take off, running straight for those doors.

  Straight to Lexi.

  14

  “Take care of me?” Lexi asks, blinking up at me, all innocence. Enough of it that I suddenly feel like a piece of shit for what I’m about to do to her.

  For a second, I contemplate slowing down. Not going so far with her tonight.

  Her hands caress the back of my head, nails scratching my scalp through my short, close-cropped hair. Legs parting, she makes room for me and brings me down to her.

  My body covers hers, my thigh pressed right up against the heat of her pussy.

  A hiss is ripped out of me. So damn wet. Fuck.

  She shifts, like she’s aching for me to make her come, rubbing that sweet pussy all over my thigh. “What did you mean by ‘take care of me’?”

  I rock into her, loving her little gasp when I rub against her clit. My cock throbs with each rub along the top of her thigh, and I swear I can almost feel her pussy pulsating against mine.

  Groaning, I drop my forehead on hers, careful not to touch her glasses. “It means I can’t fuck you. I’m not taking my girl’s virginity on a couch, in the back of a gym. But I’m going to make you feel good, baby. Real fucking good.”

  Jesus, I’m so fucking hard I probably won’t last too long before I come in my shorts.

  Lexi lifts her hips, sliding along my thigh again, and I moan at the feel of how wet she is. “If—if you’re not going to have sex with me, what are you going to do?”

  I want my mouth on her, lapping up every wet inch. I’ve never been big on eating out girls, but tasting her pussy would drive me wild. Undoubtedly.

  Which is exactly why I can’t do it to her right now.

  “Do you trust me to take care of you, Lexi?”

  She tilts her head back, lips brushing sweetly against mine, and whispers, “Yes.”

  My heart slams into my ribcage. I’m the son of the man responsible for causing her family so much pain. And, yet, she still trusts me.

  Fuck. I really do love her.

  “You have no idea how I feel about you,” I say, looking right into her eyes.

  Not giving
her time to react, I lean down the rest of the way and cover her lips with mine.

  I could come just sucking on her lips. And damn, she’s a quick learner too, her tongue moving in just the right away to send more pleasure slicing through me.

  I kiss her slowly, because she’s wearing her glasses and I love them. So much that I need her to keep them on while I taste her.

  She whimpers into my mouth, and I swear I can taste it. The promise of raging sex behind it. Her hips move impatiently. She’s fucking my thigh, taking her pleasure from me, and she tries to kiss me harder.

  Lungs tight, my cock so heavy, I somehow find the way to refuse her, keeping that kiss just as slow as before.

  Because I’ve never wanted anything in my God forsaken life as much as I want her, and if I give into the call of her body, I’ll end up slamming into her and busting my nut right here.

  Lexi’s breasts press against my chest. Ripping her mouth away from mine, she throws her head back, arching, groaning. “Drew.”

  God, who am I kidding? I won’t make it inside her. Already too close.

  I slide my hand under her, flattening it on her lower back, commanding her rhythm. Making her ride my thigh faster. “You make me so hard it hurts.” Rotating my hips, I thrust into her, giving her more of my thigh, letting her feel my swollen dick.

  Her throat jumps with her next moan.

  Unable to resist it, I latch onto it with my teeth, tugging lightly on the side of her neck.

  She cries out, right into my ear, and more precome leaks out of me.

  “So good,” I groan, licking and sucking on her neck feverishly.

  “Drew. Oh God.” Arching, she rubs her tits into my chest, her hips moving in circles.

  I slip my hand between our bodies, refusing to lift myself away from her. My hands cup her breasts and a hungry, soft mewl leaves her. She moves faster, offering me everything.

  The fire in my chest slams into my gut, spreading into every limb.

  Infecting my fucking soul.

  “Mine,” I pant into her ear, tugging the top of her dress down. The sound of the straps tearing reaches me, but I don’t care. Her tits are full, perfect in my hands, her nipples tight. I pinch them and she cries out for me again. “Fucking mine, baby. All of you.”