Something for the Pain (Pain #2) (24 page)

I let out a gasp as I feel him press his thick, hard dick against my ass while shoving his finger in so damn deep that I almost come undone from his fingers.

“Yes,” I say in a whisper.

“Touch me.” With his free hand he reaches for my hand and wraps it around his throbbing dick. “Fuck me. . . . Wrap those fingers around me and own me.” I start running my hand up and down his slick dick, my heart beating so fast that I can hardly breathe. His erection is so thick that I can’t even get my hand around him. “Yes,” he growls.

The faster he pumps into me, the faster I stroke him in my hand.

When he wraps one arm around my neck and bites into my shoulder I lose it.

“Oh yes . . . yes . . . oooohhh . . . fuck!” As soon as Alex feels me clamping around his finger, he shoves another one inside and holds me up, while I shake in his protective arms.

“Yes, baby. Come undone for me,” he whispers against my neck. “Keep going. I want it all.”

He waits until I’m completely done, before slowly pulling his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth. “So fucking good, but I’m not done cleaning you yet.”

Pushing my back down, he drops down to his knees behind me, grips my thighs hard . . . and runs the tip of his tongue down my ass crack, stopping on my pussy.

My whole body shakes, which causes Alex to growl against my pussy. “Fuck me . . . fuck . . .” he says harshly. “Hold onto the fucking wall. Don’t let go.”

His tongue is like magic against my already throbbing pussy. Within seconds I am coming again, but with Alex’s tongue inside me instead.

“Shit . . .” Turning me around, Alex grabs both of my hands and wraps them around his dick. “Yes . . . fuck!”

With just a few strokes, Alex’s hot cum hits my stomach, covering me all the way up to my breasts. The feel of Alex coating me with
his
orgasm, that I caused, has me closing my eyes and fighting for breath.

This is the hottest thing in the world to me. I want to feel him everywhere, even though I can’t admit it aloud. Alex Carter: my best friend and the world’s champion in giving orgasms. I think I might just faint right now.

Breathing heavily, Alex places his forehead to mine and wraps his hands into the back of my hair. “Sorry,” he whispers. “I couldn’t help myself. Not tonight.”

“That’s okay,” I say honestly. “I wanted to touch you too. I’m trying not to. I’m really trying.”

“Me too, babe. It’s so fucking hard.” Opening the curtain, Alex grabs for the nearest towel. “I’ll let you finish showering.” He looks me up and down with pained eyes. It almost looks as if he’s hurting. “I won’t touch you again, Tripp. I’ll grab my guitar and meet you in bed.”

As soon as the curtain closes and I hear Alex disappear into his room, I lose it. I fall against the wall and place both of my hands over my chest. This is getting too hard. My need to be with him is too much. It scares me.

Hearing him say,
I won’t touch you again, Tripp
, felt like a knife twisting in my chest. It hurt. Why did it hurt so damn bad?

I’ve completely fallen in love with my best friend, and just the thought of this ending and him going back to being with other girls feels as if my world is ending. I’m completely fucked . . .

I WAKE EARLY IN THE morning, wrapped in Tripp’s half naked body. I wasn’t going to sleep in her bed last night, but after playing my guitar for a while and seeing the look in her eyes when I was about to leave, I caved. That look killed me. Sleeping in her bed has always been something that I’ve done growing up, so why not allow myself to still do it? After Lucas comes back, I may not get the opportunity again.

Fuuuck me. . . . That thought pisses me the hell off.

I’m completely lost in this woman and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it but force myself to treat her like I used to; like my best friend, and not someone that I want to make love to until the early hours of the morning. I never knew that falling for your best friend could hurt so fucking much, but I wouldn’t change this feeling for the world. She’s always been the one thing to keep my pain away, and now because of me she will be the cause of it.

From the rhythm of her heavy breathing I know that she’s still deeply asleep, so I lean over and allow myself to kiss the corner of her mouth one last time. My chest fucking aches as I pull away and watch her twitch a little from my touch.

I need some fresh air. I feel as if I’m suffocating in here, wanting to do the things that I know I need to put an end to. If I stay here with Tripp I know I’m going to ruin us both. I can’t allow that.

Jumping out of bed, but being careful not to wake her, I throw on my shirt and head outside for a run; a long fucking run, and I’m hoping it will do something to ease this tightness in my chest. I need some kind of release, anything at this point, and the way I’ve been feeling lately . . . fighting off steam sounds good. I need to stay away from that lifestyle and I know it. Memphis will kill my ass if I end up back in the alley. Looks like I’ll be spending a lot of time getting acquainted with these open roads.

In the whole hour or more that I’ve been running, Tripp hasn’t left my mind yet. That worries me. The more I think about Lucas coming home and me not being able to touch her like I have for the last week, the stronger my anger grows, and a resentment towards Lucas builds. Running isn’t doing shit to put the flame out that is burning in my chest.

That asshole will be the one touching her, tasting her, and sleeping next to her at night. Not me. Not fucking me.

“Fucking shit!”

Stopping, I grip my sweaty hair and stand here for a moment, hating myself. I let this happen. I’m the one that kissed Tripp in the first place and talked her into thinking that everything would be okay. I’m the one that wanted to make love to her in front of Lucas to show him how she should be treated. It’s my fault that things may never be the same between us. I was weak. She makes me weak, even though I’ve fought hard to be nothing but strong for her over the years.

Leaning over I grip my knees and fight to catch my breath. I need to do something. The question is. . . . What the fuck am I supposed to do? I’ve fallen so deep that I may not have any other choice but to pull her under with me.

I start running again, fast and hard. I run for what feels like forever; my body aching, my lungs about to explode, and my heart fucking hurting for Tripp.

Two hours later I’m standing outside the back of our house, letting myself in through the gate. I’m surprised when I see Tripp sitting next to the pool in her panties and a tank top. I instantly get hard, and hate myself for not being able to fight it.

“Hi,” she says as I close the gate behind me. “You look exhausted.”

“I should still be out there, honestly.” Yanking my shirt off, I run it over my face and head, wiping away the sweat that is pouring down my body. I see her eyes taking in my flexing muscles, working their way down to my erection, and it does nothing to rid my dirty thoughts of her. “You’re awake,” I say, in hopes to keep my dirty mouth in check. “It’s early.”

She inhales and starts splashing her feet in the water. I hate seeing her look stressed, and I hate it even more that I might be the cause of it. “Yeah, Lucas sent me a text and woke me up. I noticed that you were gone and couldn’t go back to sleep. I needed some fresh air.”

I hate knowing that she was talking to Lucas this morning, and a part of me wants to know if she misses him. I probably shouldn’t ask, but . . .

“Do you miss him, Tripp?”

Her face looks pained when her eyes meet mine, but she quickly shakes it off and goes back to splashing her legs in the water, going deeper this time. It’s as if she wants to avoid my question. “I don’t know . . .”

I swallow hard and take a seat beside her, dipping my legs into the water and wrapping them around hers, capturing them. “I don’t think you do,” I say honestly. I pull her closer to me and push her hair behind her shoulder, letting my eyes take in her beauty. All I can think about is biting that sexy neck and then soothing it with my tongue.
Control Alex. Fucking control.
“I think we both know that you two don’t belong together. I think you’re just settling and I fucking hate it. He’s an idiot and you can do way better.”
So much for control . . .

“Alex . . .” She pulls her legs out of mine and jumps to her feet. I hate the look on her face as she looks down at me. She’s questioning me with her eyes, pleading with me not to go there. It’s a look I don’t see often from her. “I really don’t want to talk about this again. You guys used to be really close. I don’t get what changed that.”

“You,” I admit. “My protectiveness over you won over all the other bullshit of being his friend. You’ve been my top priority since day one, and your happiness is at the top of my every day fucking list, dammit.”

I stand up and pull her in for a hug, showing her I’m fucking sorry and I’m an idiot, when her eyes begin to glisten. “The last thing I ever want to do is make you cry, babe.” I press my lips to the top of her head and rock her back and forth in my arms, comforting her. “I’m sorry. I’m here for you no matter what. Never forget that. That’s all I’m trying to say. I’m trying to look out for you. I
need
to look out for you. It’s how I survive.”

“I know . . . I don’t . . .” She stops talking and squeezes me tighter as if she can’t get close enough. Her sweet smell overwhelms me, causing me to bury my face into her neck, wanting more. “I’m just having a hard time right now.”

“Me too, baby. Me too.” Pulling away, I grab her chin and force a smile. “Take the day off. Let’s both call in. I want to spend the day with you and see you smile. You need to smile.”

There’s no hesitation when she agrees to take the day off, and it makes my heart jump with joy. The old Tripp would never say no to an Alex and Tripp day. We need this more than we both know. “Where are we going?”

I tangle both of my hands into the back of her hair and massage. “Will you go see my mother with me? I just want to sit there like old times, in silence, just remembering all the good times. You’re the only one that seems to soothe my pain when there and it’s been a while since I’ve gone.”

Her voice is thick with emotion when she responds. “Of course, Alex. I miss her too.” She squeezes my hand and smiles. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Meet me by your truck in twenty?” She backs away with the cutest grin I’ve ever fucking seen. I love this girl.

“My truck in twenty.” I flash my dimples and laugh as I watch her walk toward the door. “You know me well, Firecracker.”

She stops and peers over her right shoulder. “I do. Never forget that.” She winks and my dick twitches.

Seriously . . . just like that. Just like fucking that.

Just like always, when I walk outside twenty minutes later, fresh out of the shower, she’s standing beside my truck looking painfully beautiful. She’s wearing one of my favorite dresses today. The material is red, thin, and skin tight. It takes everything in me not to run my hands all over her stunning body and tell her that I want her for myself . . . to myself.

“You look hot.” I lift my brows, making her burst into laughter as I check her out. “What? You do. That’s my favorite dress on you. I’ve never denied it. You’re definitely my firecracker now.”

“Alright, stud.” She tries to hide her face, but I still manage to see her face turn just about as red as that damn dress. I love that I can make her feel that good. She deserves to blush at least once every day, and I know for a fact that Lucas can’t do that for her. “Let’s go. Memphis and Lyric are meeting us there. They don’t have much time before work.”

My heart squeezes at the mention of her inviting my brother and Lyric. The things this woman does are so damn incredible, and she doesn’t even have to try. It just comes naturally.

I smile at her, silently showing my appreciation before helping her into my truck.

When we arrive at the cemetery, Memphis and Lyric are already parked. Looking through the windshield for them, I spot them both sitting in the grass about fifteen feet away.

“Oh good.” Tripp smiles and reaches over to squeeze my hand. “The whole family is here now. It’s been too long since we’ve done this.”