A Sorta Fairytale (17 page)

I smile at you, relieved that you do love me. “I love you too, Thomas. I always will. Nothing will ever change that.”

You smirk. “I know you will.”

I smile, and that laughter and joking around you and I share is back in this moment. “You’re such a cocky son of a bitch.”

“And you are the sexiest woman I have ever been with, and I’m jealous of the bastard who gets to fuck you for the rest of your life.”

“Wow.” I laugh. “For you, that was actually…romantic and sweet.”

We stare at one another, lost in a state of contentment and happiness. I will always love you. We shared two years together, and I wouldn’t change it for the world, but then I met Alex. “I should probably go.”

“To your man?”

I smirk. Placing my napkin down on the table, I stand and place a hand on your shoulder, giving one more squeeze, feeling your hard, masculine body against mine. “Something like that.”

Chapter 37

Stella & Alex

“Where to, miss?”

Slamming the door closed, I blurt your address quickly. I need to get to you as fast as possible, and right now this taxi is taking for-fucking-ever. I get lost in my thoughts, staring at the lights of the city as they dart past me. You’re at the forefront of my thoughts. You always were. I knew the night we met my life would be forever changed. I just never thought I would’ve fallen for someone like you. But, what if you’re the one for me? You don’t fight to
not
love. You fight to
save
it. Protect it. Cherish it. For as long as you can, no matter what the cost. With you, I’m choosing to do that, for as long as you’ll have me.

“We’re here, miss,” the cab driver says.

I blink, amazed we’re here so soon. “Oh,” I whisper as I grab cash from my coin purse and toss it up in the front.

“Wait!” he calls as I get out of the car.

“Keep the change!” I yell before slamming the door and darting up the stairs. I can’t get to you fast enough. I push down on the doorbell.

“Hello?”

“Alex!” I shout. “Alex, please let me in.”

You groan. “What do you want, Stella?”

“Please, Alex,” I beg. “I need to talk to you. Just five minutes. That’s all I’m asking, I swear, and then I will leave if you want.” There’s a long pause, and I’m just about to beg and plead more when the ding goes off. Immediately, I push into the building and race up the stairs. The second I get to your door, you open it and stare at me with such anger and disbelief that I’m standing in front of you right now.

“What do you want?”

“Can I come in?” I ask nervously.

You shake your head, but ultimately step back and wave a hand. “Come on in.”

“Thank you,” I quietly say as I walk past you. Your smells takes over my body, your body so close to mine. Turning around, I watch you close the door.

You lean back against the door, a foot resting on the door, arms crossed in front of you like a shield. Trying to protect yourself from me. You don’t look at me. I can understand. I’ve had you in nothing but a roller coaster for the past few months. “What do you want, Stel?” A small smile comes to my face because you’ve said my nickname. I haven’t fully lost you yet, hopefully never. I start to open my mouth when you slam a fist against the door. “Will you fucking say something?” you scream at me.

I step back, startled from your tone of voice. “I…I’m sorry,” I stutter out.

“God!” you yell at the top of your lungs. Wringing your fingers through your hair, you close your eyes and breathe deeply in and out. “What? What is it you want with me? You know what? I can’t fucking do this! I can’t fucking just be your friend or fuck you or do whatever it is you want!”

“I know,” I whisper.

“I’m sorry,” you say opening your eyes staring at me, deadpan. “What is it you just said?”

I nod. “I know you can’t do that.”

“You fucking know, and you’re still putting me through this? You know I fucking want to be with you. You know I fucking want to go to bed with you and hold you in my arms. Kiss you. Make love to you, and I’ve never fucking done that with anyone. But you, Stella? You drive me fucking crazy, and you make me want things I never thought I would want.”

“I know.”

“Is that seriously all you can fucking say?” you snap out as you stomp off to your fridge and grab a bottle of water. Taking a few gulps, you look toward me. “Because I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending or hiding my feelings or acting like
this
is okay. You have to choose, Stella. You have to choose between me and him, because I can’t keep putting myself through this. I’ve put myself through this longer than I thought possible, and somewhere along the way I got through that uptight bitch attitude and met this amazing woman. I met this person who is the polar opposite of what they put out. I met someone, and…”

“And what?” I quietly ask as I come to you. I need to know what it is you were going to say. “Alex? Please tell me. Please finish your sentence.”

“God, you fucking drive me insane!” you yell as you kick off the door and bolt past me. Walking back to the fridge, you grab a bottle and twist the cap off. There’s a long pause as you gulp down the beer. “I mean,”you say as you wipe the foamy liquid from your mouth, “why me? Why’d you want to fuck with me? It sure as hell wasn’t fair or right.”

I lower my head. “I know, Alex.”

“Then why? Why the fuck would you do that?” I start to walk toward you, but you raise a hand. “Don’t you dare try to comfort me.”

Lowering my hands to my sides, I mutter, “Sorry.”

“What are you sorry for, Stel?”

I walk to the couch and fall down into it. “For putting you through this. For not telling you sooner.”

“Telling me what?”

My heart races. I know I need to tell you this. It’s now or never, and I can’t afford to lose you. “I love you, Alex.”

“What?” you ask with disbelief in your voice. “What did you just say?”

I look up at you and smile. “You heard me.”

“I need to hear you say it again.”

I stand and slowly stride toward you. “I said…I…love…you,” I stop in front of you with a small smile on my face. “I love you, Alex McNeil.”

You look at me with tears in your eyes. “Why?”

A small chuckle releases from my throat. “You got me, but somewhere along the way I fell in love with you. With your sensitivity and your passion. How you put your whole heart and soul into something. Somewhere along the way I fell in love with you. And…”

You search my eyes. “And, what?”

“I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to act or to behave. I didn’t know how to tell you, and I didn’t know if you would feel the same way.”

A deep chuckle comes from you. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What?” I ask with amazement in my voice.

“Stella,” you say, grabbing a hold of my upper arms and pulling me to you. Wrapping your arms around my waist, you say, “I’ve always loved you.”

I smile up at you with tears running down my face, and I want nothing more than your lips on mine. “Then kiss me,” I whisper.

You don’t hesitate. You crush your lips to mine, and I welcome it. I wrap my arms around your neck and stand up on my tiptoes, needing more of your skin on mine. Moaning into my mouth, you grab my waist and lift me up. I grip your neck and keep my legs wrapped around you. You grip my ass in your hands, smacking it. I yelp. “Fuck, Stel, I’ve always wanted you.” We don’t make it far. We fall onto the couch and both laugh.

“Alex, kiss me,” I beg, breathless, while I get up on my elbows and watch as you pull my heels from my feet and toss them on the floor.

“Oh, I will.” You smile. “Everywhere,” you say as you grab my hands and pull me so I’m sitting up.

My belly tightens and my nipples harden. “God, I’ve missed this.” I push you so you’re sitting down, and I place a leg over your body. I grind into you, needing a release. Kissing the side of your neck, I feel your hands move up to my back, and slowly you pull the zipper down. My body shudders. “I need you, Alex.”

“I know you do, Stel. God, I can feel your wetness dripping onto my waist.” I shudder and my body shakes. You pull my dress up and over me. “Fuck, I need this in my mouth,” you say, staring at my hardened nipples. I lean down into you because I can’t wait another second. “Mmm,” you growl while gripping my ass in your hands and pulling me further into your warmth.

Darting your tongue out, you flick a nipple.

“Ah,” I whimper

“Fuck, that’s so sexy, Stel,” you say, flicking the other nipple.

“Please,” I beg, shaking my breasts in your face. I need your mouth on me. I need you inside of me. I need a release, and I need to scream your name while digging my nails into your flesh. “I need you.”

“Oh.” You smile up at me. “I know. Lie on your back, Stel.” I start to groan when you say, “Trust me. You’ll like what I’m going to do.” I start to frown and make an hmph noise when you laugh. “Don’t whine, and get your cute little ass over there!” you say pointing to the other side of the couch. “Lie down and shut up, Stel!”

I smirk at you. “I like this side of you,” I say as I crawl where you were pointing.

“Oh, yeah? And what side is that?”

Sitting down, I smile and say, “The bossy side.”

Instantly, you grab my ankles and pull me so I’m lying down. I yelp with excitement. Gripping my thong in your hands, you pull, tearing it from my body. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, baby.”

I smile. “Fuck, you are so sexy, Alex.” You growl at me before leaning down to the inside of my knee and trailing kisses up. Your moist lips against my skin send shivers down my spine. “Please, Alex,” I say, lifting my hips up to your mouth.

“Mmm, and what is it you want me to do, Stel?”

My hips push up further, begging for your mouth to be on me. “Please,” I beg again.

Slowly, you push my hips down and slide up my body, leaving small, dainty little kisses along the way. My back arches, my toes curl, and I bite down on my lip waiting for you to send me over the edge. “What is it you want me to do, Stel?” you whisper against my lips.

“I want you to make me come. Please, Alex.” You smile down at me. God, who knew a smile could turn a person on? But somehow, with you, it’s possible. I feel your fingers against the inside of my thigh slowly making their way up to my entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Stel.”

“Only for you,” I whisper.

Your eyes meet mine. “Better damn well be,” you say before pushing two fingers inside of me.

My back arches and I groan. God, it feels so good. Shimmying down my body, you suck a nipple into your mouth. I grab at your wavy, brown hair and close my eyes. “Fuck,” I whine.

“You like that?”

“Please,” I whimper. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Oh.” You smirk. “I’m not. If anything, I’m just getting started.” You pull the fingers out of me, and I sit up. “Why did you just do that?” But then I see what you’re doing.

Lying on the opposite side of the couch, you hold a finger up to me. “Get your ass over here.” I smirk and crawl up your body. Resting my legs on either side of your waist, I ask, “What do you want me to do?”

You grab my hips and begin to pull me further up your body. “Crawl up here.”

“What do you want me to do?”

You smile up at me as you grip my ass and pull me further up your body. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Before I can say anything, your mouth is on me. “Holy shit,” I wail.

“Just relax,” you say, looking up at me. “And enjoy it.”

I look down at you, biting on my bottom lip and grabbing your hair in my hands. “Mmm.” I tremble when you suck me back into your mouth. My head falls back and my eyes deliriously close. “Oh my god, Alex. Fuck.” Your tongue is making my body go haywire. My hips start to rock back and forth, keeping rhythm with your tongue. Your wet, yet coarse tongue against me sends shivers down my spine, makes my toes curls, and my belly tighten.

“Just ride my tongue.”

My eyes open, and I look down at you. Seeing you gazing up at me with such hunger and passion makes me go crazy. Gripping your hair in both of my hands, I stare down at you as I move my hips back and forth, watching as your tongue appears and then quickly disappears. Sex is amazing. The actions. The feelings. But watching it actually happen is to me the best part. I love watching a cock move in and out of me. I love watching fingers twist and pull on my nipples. When a tongue dances around my swollen clit and swiftly dives into the depths of my body. It’s just that small little piece that I need in order to completely fall over and combust into a million pieces. “Fuck, Alex.” Closing my eyes, I move my body back and forth, harder, faster in order to find my release.

“That’s right, baby, you fuck my tongue,” you demand, followed by a hard smack to my ass.

I yelp because I wasn’t prepared, but then I moan because I love the way you make me feel. “Oh my god, Alex! Fuck, this feels so damn good.”

“You going to come, baby?” you ask, gripping my ass cheeks in your hands.

“Uh huh,” I whimper as my eyes close and I allow the sensations to take over. The vibrations building in my chest, and my body arching, twitching in the most pleasurable of ways. “Holy fuck, Alex.”

“Tell me when you’re going to come, baby.”

“Fuck, I’m so close.” I can feel my belly tightening and my insides contracting, but then you grip my hips and push me over so I’m lying on my back. Smacking my hands on the couch, I yell, “What the hell? I was so damn close!”

You smile at me as you pull my legs over so I’m in a sitting up position. Leaning into me, you whisper against my lips, “Oh, I know, but when you come, I’m going to make you come so damn hard.” Not allowing me to say anything, you shimmy down my body, sucking a hardened nipple into your mouth, then resting your knees on the hardwood floor. Trailing your fingers up the insides of my thighs, you set my legs on your shoulders and pull me so I’m on the very edge of the couch.