Something for the Pain (Pain #2) (23 page)

Holding her as tightly as possible, I press my lips to hers and sway my hips, pulling her body so I can get as deep as I can without hurting her again. I feel myself close to orgasm, so I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, moaning as she clenches around my cock.

A few slow seconds later, I rock into her one last time, releasing my load inside her, being sure that she gets every last drop. Fuck . . . what that does to me, knowing that Lucas has never been inside her like this. Her pussy is filled with only my cum, and that does something to me that I don’t understand.

“Shit . . . Alex,” she says breathless. “I’ve never felt this good in my entire life. I have no idea how you do it, but you seem to know all the right things to take care of me.”

She lifts off of me and falls down next to me, lying flat on her back while fighting to catch her breath.

Feeling completely lost in some other world, I clean her off with my shirt and lay next to her, pulling her close to me. “I know you better than anyone else. Never forget that . . .”

She doesn’t say anything more, so neither do I. Instead, we both just lay here in silence, staring up at the night sky. Nothing else really needs to be said . . . tonight.

This moment is perfect and I’m going to keep it that way for as long as I can.

Until the morning comes and I have to go back to pretending . . .

IT’S BEEN A COUPLE DAYS since our night on the rooftop, but I can’t seem to get it out of my mind. I’m dying to be close to Alex and spend time with him, but between his endless appointments and Dax asking me to take on extra hours at the bar, we haven’t had much time together.

Well, besides sleeping. He’s fallen asleep in my bed every night, but hasn’t made a move to touch me sexually and it’s been driving me insane, leaving me with a need that I’ve never experienced before.

Lucas will be back in four days; four short days and I can’t help but to want as much alone time with Alex as I can get. I may be selfish, but I can’t seem to care right now. Alex is all that I’ve been able to think about.

He should be home from work any minute now. At least I’m hoping, so that we can hang out and finally do something besides
sleep
together.

I jump when Alex pokes his head into my room and slaps the doorframe, surprising me. “Change into some shorts and an old shirt. We’re going riding tonight. It’s going to get dirty.” He lifts his eyebrows. “Very dirty.”

“Oh yeah . . . what’s your version of
very dirty
?”

He bites his bottom lip and growls, as he looks me up and down. “Dirty enough for me to give you a shower later. Now get dressed. Fast.”

My heart skips a beat when he yanks his shirt off while disappearing down the hall toward his room. He’s going back to my dirty Alex and I’ll admit that I
love
this side of him.

It’s been a few years since he’s taken me mud riding and I miss it. I could definitely use the rush right now, not to mention . . . getting dirty with Alex is every girl’s dream.

I do what Alex said and quickly change into some shorts and an old shirt, before walking through the bathroom and opening Alex’s door. “I’m ready, stud. You have a lot of riding to make up. I want it fast and dirty. No holding back.”

Alex grins while pulling up his old pair of holy jeans. Fuck me. I haven’t seen those in a while. They were always his riding jeans and he looks sexy as sin in them. “Easy, firecracker.” He winks and throws on an old black V-neck. “I never hold back. Fast and dirty is what I’m known for.”

Oh fuck me . . . that mouth. I want it all over me.

I pull the hair tie off my wrist and throw my hair into a messy bun, ready to get
dirty
. “All windows down?”

He laughs and kisses me on the side of the head, before guiding me through his room. “You know it . . .”

It takes about twenty minutes to get to our special riding spot. It’s muddy as hell and full of bumps and hills, making it the perfect spot. The thrill is one of the best feelings in the world, and doing it with Alex has always made it that much better.

He turns to me and flashes his sexy as sin dimples. “Hold on tight, baby. I haven’t taken this old truck out in a long time. I’m ready to play hard . . .”

My heart starts beating fast from adrenaline as Alex punches the gas and we start flying through the mud, slipping and sliding with no other cares in the world; just like when we were young, stupid, and trying to find a way to escape.

“Whoa!” I scream while gripping onto anything I can grab. Mud splashes through the windows, sticking to my face. Alex looks over at me, muddy, my mouth gaping open and laughs at me, then turns the wheel and slams on the gas and brake at the same time.

“Hell yeah!” Reaching over, Alex pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around my waist. “Ride it, baby.”

Smiling, I grip the wheel and push Alex’s legs out of the way, ready to tear through this mud and dirty us both. Alex has always loved being in charge when it comes to riding, but I have a feeling it turns him on to see a girl driving his truck. I’m not saying no to that.

I slam on the gas, gliding through the mud between trees, feeling Alex getting hard beneath me.

Focus Tripp. Do not think about his . . . Ooh . . . his boner.
I feel Alex grind his hips beneath me, pulling me even further into his muscular lap as he releases a small growl next to my ear. I would definitely rather do
that
kind of riding over
this
kind any day.

Alex’s hands stay wrapped around me for the next forty minutes or so as I do everything in my power to get him as muddy as possible. Unfortunately, getting him muddy meant me eating mud a few times, but it was so worth it.

Dirty Alex is the best Alex.
Did I already mention that?

“Damn girl.” Alex lifts me up, setting me back over into the passenger seat once coming to a stop and shifting the truck into park. “I’ve never seen you ride so hard.” He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and bites it, before grinning. “Tastes like mud. Fucking delicious.”

We both laugh, me a little harder than him, but I can’t help it. The faces he makes can keep me entertained for hours. His animated eyebrows say it all.

“You like the taste of mud, huh? Does it taste good?” I tease. Wiping mud off the side of my face I fling it at Alex’s face.

He lifts a brow as it splatters across his lips. “You want to find out?” Reaching over, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me in for a deep, hard kiss, being sure to smear the mud across my lips.

“Hey!” I run my arm across my mouth, wiping the mud off while playfully punching him in the arm as he laughs at me. “Alright, that just made it worse. Gross.” I spit, trying to get the mud out of my mouth.

Grinning, Alex pulls his shirt off and turns it inside out. “Here . . .” He reaches over and starts cleaning my mouth off. “Let me help you with that.”

My heart starts racing and a warm sensation floods through me as I study his eyes, carefully watching my lips with concentration. His eyes are so soft and caring as he cleans me off. He appears to be using this moment to show me how he can take care of me. “Thanks,” I whisper when he pulls away.

“I got you, baby. No worries.” He leans over me and reaches into the glove compartment, pulling out a brown paper bag. “I made dinner this time. Let’s go eat.” He hops out of the truck and I follow his lead, meeting him at the back of his truck.

Pulling the tailgate down, he opens the black trunk in the back of his truck and pulls out a blanket, spreading it out. Then he grabs me by the hips and lifts me up, setting me on the edge of the tailgate. “Mmm . . . a nice little dinner in the mud.” I look down at my muddy hands and laugh. “Maybe we should’ve brought some water.”

Alex hops up beside me and reaches into the trunk again, pulling out three waters. “Gotcha covered. Hold your hands out.”

I smile and hold my hands out as Alex unscrews the cap of the bottled water and begins washing my hands off with it. “Very nice,” I say impressed. “Much better than last time.”

He quickly rinses his hands off and shrugs his shoulders. “What can I say? I learn from my mistakes.” He smiles over at me. “And I listen. I always listen to you. I’ll admit that I like to impress you.”

“Okay,” I say, while unwrapping my turkey wrap. “Well you definitely do a good job with that, Alex Carter.”

We both smile in satisfaction and spend the next twenty minutes eating. For thirty minutes or so following dinner, we lie down, just staring up at the stars.

It’s so peaceful being out here with him. It’s just another one of
our places
that I’ve always loved going to together. This man holds so many special memories in my life that he almost feels like my
whole
life. I can never imagine him not being here for me.

“You ready?” He asks, pulling me away from my stargazing.

I peel some dried mud off the side of his face and lift a brow. “Yeah . . . although this mud is really looking good on you.”

He jumps to the ground and grabs my hips to help me down. “I’ll look even better with you cleaning it off my body.” Clearing his throat, he walks away as if what he just said was a mistake. “We should get going.”

We’re both silent on the ride home, me looking over at him every few minutes, doing my best to read his face. He’s got that damn poker face in place again, and it’s driving me mad. Maybe it’s best if I just go straight to my room and lock myself in for the night, before we both end up doing something stupid again. Maybe this being friends
without benefits
isn’t going to work so easily.

Once we get back to the house, Alex heads toward the downstairs shower. “Go get cleaned up and then I’ll play for you. I’m going to shower down here.”

I swallow. “Yeah . . . I would love that.” My eyes trail down the back of his fit body, stopping on his perfect ass in those dirty, ripped up jeans. “I’ll just shower upstairs.”

Jogging up the stairs, I shut my door behind me and let out a long, hard breath. My body is going crazy with need, knowing that he’s about to strip. I want to be the one to clean the mud off his sexy body. I want to be the one to watch as the water pours down him. I want to touch his body so badly that I can’t even think straight.

The shower downstairs turns on, making me open my eyes and remember what I should be doing. “Dammit, Tripp. Wake the fuck up and get over Alex.”

Stripping and throwing my dirty clothes into a pile beside my bed, I close myself into the bathroom and start my own shower.

Stepping inside, I close my eyes, letting the steaming hot water run down my dirty body. It feels so good just letting the hot temperature wash over me.

Not expecting it, I jump and let out a small scream when I feel Alex step in behind me and brush my hair over my shoulder.

“Sorry,” he whispers next to my ear. “I got you dirty . . . I want to be the one to clean you off.” He runs his tongue up the side of my neck and growls. “Just relax and let me do all the work.”

Breathing heavily, I lean into Alex’s chest as he reaches around to clean the front of my body. Instead of using my loofah he puts the soap straight into his strong, sexy, tattooed hands and begins rubbing me down, starting on my chest.

I suck in a breath and try my best not to shake when his hands slowly move downward to start working on my breasts. “Alex . . .” I let out a moan and place my hand behind me, gripping his muscular thigh. “Ooohhh . . . that feels so good.” My grip on his thigh tightens as he growls into my ear and moves his hands lower.

His hands move slowly and torturously, until I finally feel two of his fingers spread me apart and start massaging my already swollen clit.

“You’re so fucking dirty, Tripp,” he whispers breathlessly into my ear. “I’m not stopping until you’re clean . . .”

I can’t talk. Hell . . . I can’t even breathe. His fingers are so damn talented. I’ve never seen anyone work them the way he does. My whole body is about to break down and go into convulsion.

“Aren’t you going to clean me, firecracker?” He continues to rub my clit with one finger, while slipping another inside of me. “You got me so fucking dirty.”

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