Something for the Pain
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Pressing his erection against my ass, he bites my neck and begins grinding against me. He starts out slow, before speeding up, pushing me against the counter as if all he wants to do is lift up my dress and take me right here in the kitchen.
A feeling of uneasiness takes over and I can’t help but try to squirm my way out of his hold. After last night I’m just not in the mood to be this close to Lucas. It doesn’t feel right and he couldn’t be more wrong about last night. The emotions were there for me with Alex far more than they’ve ever been with him.
“Lucas . . .” I jerk my neck away from his mouth and reach for the fork to flip the bacon. “I need to watch the food. It’s going to burn.”
Reaching over, Lucas turns off the burner and goes back to kissing my neck. Does he not get the hint? Is it that hard? His dick definitely is.
I stiffen even more in his arms and push him away with quickness when Alex clears his throat from the doorway.
“Am I interrupting something?” He asks with a hint of annoyance. “I’ll be quick.” Looking past Lucas, he walks over to me, grabs my chin, and kisses me on the cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment too long.
I can’t deny that it has my heart jumping.
The room is silent as Alex walks over to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water. I can’t help but to notice the way his jaw steels when his eyes meet mine. Our eyes stay locked as he opens his water and takes a drink. The intensity reminds me of the bedroom. Is that weird?
Giving Lucas one last push with my hip, I adjust my dress and go back to cooking the bacon. Why does this feel so awkward? Is it time for Lucas to leave yet? “Morning. Want some breakfast?”
Alex looks at Lucas, before taking a seat at the bar and adjusting the crotch of his favorite jeans as his eyes land back on me. Damn . . . those jeans. He put them back on this morning. Looking me up and down, he cracks his neck. “Yeah. You know I can’t turn down your cooking, babe. I’m fucking starving.”
Lucas runs his tongue over his lips, before grabbing my chin and leaning in for a quick kiss to show his confidence in us. “I need to run. There’s some important things to discuss at work this morning.” Walking past Alex, he grabs his shoulder and squeezes, before snatching up a banana and walking toward the door. “Hey, you two behave when I’m gone.” He winks and then does this little spin out the door, leaving Alex and I alone for the first time since . . . last night.
Trying to act normal, I shut off the stove and make Alex’s plate like I usually do when I cook for him. I just hope that he’s starving like he said, because I somehow managed to almost overflow his plate.
“Am I two people now or are you planning on eating off my plate, Firecracker?”
Alex lifts his brows and gives me a playful smile as I set his plate down in front of him. It gives me a sense of relief to see him acting like his normal playful self.
“Shut up and eat.” I tease. “I’m serving you breakfast on no sleep.” The last part slipped. The last thing I want him to know is that I lost sleep over him.
His face takes on a serious look as he watches me walk back over to the stove to fix my own plate. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his eyes studying me, trying to figure me out.
Stop it!
I take my time preparing my plate, so that I can gather my composure and play it off, before facing him again.
By the time I take a seat next to him his plate is half empty and he’s shoving a bite of hash browns into his mouth, chewing as if it’s the best thing he’s ever eaten. Then again, he always eats that way when I cook for him.
Laughing under my breath, I watch Alex as he grabs for the bottle of whipped cream and squirts it all over my French toast. “Whoa there,” I say while reaching for his hand to stop him. “That’s enough. Alex . . .” I finally manage to get him to stop his whipped cream attack on my toast. I love whipped cream, but damn, not so much that I want to swim in it.
“My bad,” he says with a wink. “Now eat up, babe.”
I playfully kick his leg while grabbing for my fork and cutting off a piece of French toast. There’s so much whipped cream that it’s hard to find the actual food beneath it. I take a bite and my mouth becomes filled and covered completely with whipped cream.
Laughing, I run my tongue over my lips, doing my best to get it all off.
Alex must find it amusing, because he bites his bottom lip and laughs. “You missed a spot.” Without warning, he leans in and runs his tongue over my lips, before stopping on the corner of my mouth and kissing it.
As if he just realized what he did, he stiffens and pulls away, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s gone . . . now eat up.”
Finishing my breakfast is extremely hard after that. He just licked my fucking mouth and now he expects me to just eat up and pretend that it never happened. Hell . . . I can hardly breathe. How am I supposed to eat?
I shake my head and clear my throat. “What are your hours at the shop today?”
“Early,” he says while chewing his food. “I gotta be there by nine to finish this girl’s sleeve.”
A girl . . . surprising.
“And it’s . . .” My eyes land on the time lit up on the microwave. “8:45 now.”
“Shit.” Alex jumps up in a hurry and starts reaching for his dirty plate.
“Go,” I demand, while reaching for his plate to stop him. “I’ll take care of this.”
“Thanks, babe.” Reaching for my head, he plants a kiss on the top and rushes to the door. “Come see me later.” He stops at the door and turns around to face me when I don’t respond. “Okay?”
I nod my head and force a smile. “Don’t I always?”
Flashing me his charming, dimpled smile, he dips out the door in a hurry and all I can think about is the lucky girl that gets to spend the next two or so hours with him.
My heart sinks as I imagine her touching him and flirting with him. That’s why the girls go to him, right?
I shake my head and start cleaning up breakfast. I’m sure that’s not the only reason. He does happen to be one of the best artists that I know. Maybe she’s not even his type. I can only hope, because there’s no way in hell I will be able to deal with him bringing another girl home. Not right now at least. Not until I get him out of my system.
A feeling of uneasiness takes over and I can’t help but try to squirm my way out of his hold. After last night I’m just not in the mood to be this close to Lucas. It doesn’t feel right and he couldn’t be more wrong about last night. The emotions were there for me with Alex far more than they’ve ever been with him.
“Lucas . . .” I jerk my neck away from his mouth and reach for the fork to flip the bacon. “I need to watch the food. It’s going to burn.”
Reaching over, Lucas turns off the burner and goes back to kissing my neck. Does he not get the hint? Is it that hard? His dick definitely is.
I stiffen even more in his arms and push him away with quickness when Alex clears his throat from the doorway.
“Am I interrupting something?” He asks with a hint of annoyance. “I’ll be quick.” Looking past Lucas, he walks over to me, grabs my chin, and kisses me on the cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment too long.
I can’t deny that it has my heart jumping.
The room is silent as Alex walks over to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water. I can’t help but to notice the way his jaw steels when his eyes meet mine. Our eyes stay locked as he opens his water and takes a drink. The intensity reminds me of the bedroom. Is that weird?
Giving Lucas one last push with my hip, I adjust my dress and go back to cooking the bacon. Why does this feel so awkward? Is it time for Lucas to leave yet? “Morning. Want some breakfast?”
Alex looks at Lucas, before taking a seat at the bar and adjusting the crotch of his favorite jeans as his eyes land back on me. Damn . . . those jeans. He put them back on this morning. Looking me up and down, he cracks his neck. “Yeah. You know I can’t turn down your cooking, babe. I’m fucking starving.”
Lucas runs his tongue over his lips, before grabbing my chin and leaning in for a quick kiss to show his confidence in us. “I need to run. There’s some important things to discuss at work this morning.” Walking past Alex, he grabs his shoulder and squeezes, before snatching up a banana and walking toward the door. “Hey, you two behave when I’m gone.” He winks and then does this little spin out the door, leaving Alex and I alone for the first time since . . . last night.
Trying to act normal, I shut off the stove and make Alex’s plate like I usually do when I cook for him. I just hope that he’s starving like he said, because I somehow managed to almost overflow his plate.
“Am I two people now or are you planning on eating off my plate, Firecracker?”
Alex lifts his brows and gives me a playful smile as I set his plate down in front of him. It gives me a sense of relief to see him acting like his normal playful self.
“Shut up and eat.” I tease. “I’m serving you breakfast on no sleep.” The last part slipped. The last thing I want him to know is that I lost sleep over him.
His face takes on a serious look as he watches me walk back over to the stove to fix my own plate. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his eyes studying me, trying to figure me out.
Stop it!
I take my time preparing my plate, so that I can gather my composure and play it off, before facing him again.
By the time I take a seat next to him his plate is half empty and he’s shoving a bite of hash browns into his mouth, chewing as if it’s the best thing he’s ever eaten. Then again, he always eats that way when I cook for him.
Laughing under my breath, I watch Alex as he grabs for the bottle of whipped cream and squirts it all over my French toast. “Whoa there,” I say while reaching for his hand to stop him. “That’s enough. Alex . . .” I finally manage to get him to stop his whipped cream attack on my toast. I love whipped cream, but damn, not so much that I want to swim in it.
“My bad,” he says with a wink. “Now eat up, babe.”
I playfully kick his leg while grabbing for my fork and cutting off a piece of French toast. There’s so much whipped cream that it’s hard to find the actual food beneath it. I take a bite and my mouth becomes filled and covered completely with whipped cream.
Laughing, I run my tongue over my lips, doing my best to get it all off.
Alex must find it amusing, because he bites his bottom lip and laughs. “You missed a spot.” Without warning, he leans in and runs his tongue over my lips, before stopping on the corner of my mouth and kissing it.
As if he just realized what he did, he stiffens and pulls away, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s gone . . . now eat up.”
Finishing my breakfast is extremely hard after that. He just licked my fucking mouth and now he expects me to just eat up and pretend that it never happened. Hell . . . I can hardly breathe. How am I supposed to eat?
I shake my head and clear my throat. “What are your hours at the shop today?”
“Early,” he says while chewing his food. “I gotta be there by nine to finish this girl’s sleeve.”
A girl . . . surprising.
“And it’s . . .” My eyes land on the time lit up on the microwave. “8:45 now.”
“Shit.” Alex jumps up in a hurry and starts reaching for his dirty plate.
“Go,” I demand, while reaching for his plate to stop him. “I’ll take care of this.”
“Thanks, babe.” Reaching for my head, he plants a kiss on the top and rushes to the door. “Come see me later.” He stops at the door and turns around to face me when I don’t respond. “Okay?”
I nod my head and force a smile. “Don’t I always?”
Flashing me his charming, dimpled smile, he dips out the door in a hurry and all I can think about is the lucky girl that gets to spend the next two or so hours with him.
My heart sinks as I imagine her touching him and flirting with him. That’s why the girls go to him, right?
I shake my head and start cleaning up breakfast. I’m sure that’s not the only reason. He does happen to be one of the best artists that I know. Maybe she’s not even his type. I can only hope, because there’s no way in hell I will be able to deal with him bringing another girl home. Not right now at least. Not until I get him out of my system.
