Spasms began to rock his demon partner’s body. Alex didn’t let up. His eyes often opened to drink in the sight of her looming above him. There was no sensation better for any of the senses than Lorelei in climax.
She was pleasured out of her mind when he did this. Lorelei panted and screamed and sang out orgasm after orgasm. Her heart pounded in her chest. This was so much better than the first time, and even that had laid waste to her composure. Fragments of thoughts and feelings flew through her mind and her heart, all of them things that were supposed to be unknown to the fiends of Hell…
…but there they were.
It wasn’t time. It wasn’t rational. But she would have confessed her every emotion if only her mouth could form coherent words.
Instead, she let go and enjoyed.
Ninety-two minutes later, when her phone finally rang, Alex grabbed it first and said, “Ssshhh.” His panting partner looked down at him deliriously as he opened the phone and smiled, “Hi, are you here for the car? She’ll be out in just a couple minutes. Thanks.” Then he put the phone aside.
Lorelei’s eyes went wide. Alex just smiled softly. His hands caressed her body in soothing strokes. “I just wanted to give you a moment or two to cool down,” he smiled.
She did cool down, at least on the surface. Lorelei paused for a shuddering breath or two, shifted around to kiss him briefly, then got up to grab a towel from the bathroom. Alex stretched out on the bed again, feeling pleased with himself as she went downstairs. He heard the door open. A polite exchange of words followed before the door was shut again. Everything sounded perfectly controlled.
Lorelei returned to him, however, in a barely-controlled frenzy. She leapt upon him, throwing all care for his injuries to the wind as her mouth devoured his and her hands grabbed and clawed at him. Her body slid against his possessively. Lorelei’s fingers wrenched his head to one side, allowing her to bite and nibble at his neck, his jaw, and his ear.
It hurt him a little, but he didn’t care. Being assaulted and mauled like this was far more pleasure than pain. Lorelei’s hips shifted to coax his hard flesh inside her, claiming him assertively. Her breath was hot in his ear as she hissed, “You’re mine.”
“Is this a revolt?”
“Yes,” she answered. Alex was absolutely cooperative, his breath broken by the rush of being drawn inside of her again and again. “You have none to blame but yourself,” taunted the lips at his ear.
* * *
It wasn’t The Night Alex Put Three ‘Bangers in Jail. It wasn’t That Time Alex Was a Big Damn Hero. Nor was it even The Night Alex Hooked Up with Taylor, No Really.
Rather, Alex’s circle of friends on Facebook and various chat programs decided that Wednesday night had been The Night Alex Got Beat Up and Shot.
All of it unfolded over status updates and comments shown on Lorelei’s laptop. His disappointment was fairly minimal, though he wished he could share his insider information regarding the news story of Raymond Cordingly and his sudden change of heart.
A couple of plates holding the crumbs and stems from a scone and fruit from breakfast sat nearby. Curled up against him once more, Lorelei continued to smother him with affection.
“Would you like to meet my friends?” he asked. “They’re playing pool tonight…wow,” he mumbled, having trouble forming words again as she attacked his neck. “Think I’ll be up for that at the rate I’m…um…feeling better. Guess there’s a party on Saturday night, too.”
Her lips formed into a smile. “Alex,” she asked “what of the rest of our weekend?”
“I figured we both wanted to spend the weekend in a frenzy of sex,” Alex grinned. “Probably have to squeeze some homework time in there, but mostly I just want more of you.”
“I’ll make arrangements for a hotel room later,” she said. “What sort of party is this?”
“It’s a ‘my parents are out of town’ thing. High school classmate who went to UW. Not too many of us went far out of town after graduation, so we all sometimes run into one another.”
Lorelei asked innocently, “Have you heard from Taylor today?”
“Not so far.” Without thinking about it, Alex went straight to Taylor’s profile page. “Huh.”
“Hm?”
“I didn’t know you could have your relationship status say you were single and that it was complicated, but…oh, jeez. Wow, I guess she and Gabriel really have had things brewing. He’s going off on her. This is ugly.”
“Gabriel?”
“Her boyfriend since high school. Basketball star at UW. Guess he’s been playing the field with his groupies, though. She said this might blow up.”
“Has she told him about the two of you?”
He tapped one-handed at the laptop. “I don’t think…oh. Huh. Yep. He says he’s gonna kick my ass if he sees me. Guess she told him after all.”
“You don’t sound too concerned.”
“What, he’s gonna risk his basketball scholarship over this when he’s been cheating, too? His page is full of chicks who are jumping up to…aaand now I’m blocked. Meh. She told me to stay out of it, anyway.”
“There is only one thing to do about this, master,” Lorelei suggested seductively.
“What’s that?”
“Confirm your attendance at the party, and then put it out of your mind for now.”
Seeing no harm in it, Alex followed her advice. He didn’t question why Lorelei was telling him what to do on his Facebook page.
* * *
“Ah was good an’ freaked out when ah got hit,” Wade said, waiting for his shot. “Ah mean, it jus’ slammed into me as ah was fixin’ t’ throw a grenade. Ah still threw it, ‘cuz whut else was ah gonna do with a live grenade, y’know? Got the guy ah’d been goin’ for, too, but then ah’m fallin’ backward an’ then mah sergeant’s askin’ if ah’m okay, an’ that’s when ah noticed ah couldn’t stand up right an’ ah’m slippin’ all over the place.”
Neither Jason nor Drew paid attention to the game at this point. They simply listened to Wade talk. He wore ordinary jeans, a gray hoodie, and a John Deere ball cap. Since middle school, they and Alex had worked to break Wade of his southern accent. By their junior year-or senior, in Drew’s case, being the eldest in the circle of friends-Wade had mostly lost it. Then Wade went and joined the Army, and his accent came right back.
He had only come home a few weeks ago. He had been to basic, infantry school, jump school, a handful of other training locations and then through a busy year in Afghanistan. He had brought home that reinvigorated southern accent and a slight limp.
They knew he had been hurt. Shot, specifically, and the limp implied where, but he hardly spoke of it. Only now, waiting for Alex to show up at the pool hall, did he unexpectedly open up.
“Sounds scary, man,” Jason said after scratching his shot. The skinniest of the trio was clad in his Green Lantern t-shirt and jeans.
“It wuz, but it wuzn’t, y’know? Ah mean, it hurt, but ah could tell right away that it wasn’t nothin’ vital. Medic was right there, said ah’d been shot in the ass but ah’d be okay. But you hear things, like about infections, an’ how it’s your femoral artery that gets cut an’ you can jus’ bleed out. And ah’m like, ah know the femoral’s down in your thigh, but don’t that mean the vein’s gotta run through your ass at some point? That’s what freaked me out.”
Drew shook his head. He was the largest of them, muscular and much better dressed. He looked over the table to plot his next shot. “I’m just glad you’re home, man.”
“Ah am, too, but ah’m not, which is weird. Feel like ah’m lettin’ the guys down by sittin’ this out. Ah mean, ah was surprised they gave me disability an’ discharged me. Figured ah’d be up for active duty again by now. Prob’ly could be.” He sat on his bar stool at the small table next to their pool table. “Army logic, ah guess.”
Jason and Drew glanced at one another, but said nothing. Neither friend felt like they had the right to counsel Wade on this. As happy as they were to have him home alive and in one piece, neither had been where Wade had and knew they couldn’t relate much. All they could do was keep him close and be ready to listen.