Frenemies With Benefits (Geek To Chic Book 2) (20 page)

He wanted to pummel the
man with his bare hands, throw Izzy over his shoulder and take her to his
bed.
 
His inner caveman thought that was
a great idea.
 
Instead he went ahead with
his plan.
 
He stumbled into her a little,
as if the light breeze had knocked him off balance.
 
“I’m fine, dude.”
 
He pulled his keys from his pocket.
 
“Just trying to remember where I parked my
car.”
 

“Alexander Porter, you
are not driving!”
 
She snatched the keys
from his hands.
 
Just as he had hoped she
would.
 
She placed the keys in her
purse.
 
Huffing out a breath, “Alex, give
me a minute and I will drive you home.”
 

She turned her
attention to her date.
 
“Darren, thank
you for a wonderful dinner.
 
Sorry to cut
the evening short. I need to drive this idiot home.”
 
Alex wanted to beat his chest in
triumph.
 

Darren leaned down to
her.
 
“You’re safe with him?”
 
She laughed a little and nodded.
 
“Ok then, you’re a good friend.
 
I’ll call you tomorrow.”
 
He kissed her cheek.
 
“Take care, man.
 
Lots of water and some aspirin.”
 

As soon as Darren
walked away, Izzy turned to her car.
 
“Let’s go.
 
Can you make it or do
you need to lean against me?” Not one to pass up an opportunity to feel her
against him he leaned his large body against her petite frame.
 
They made it the short distance to her car
and she loaded him into the passenger seat.
 

She got in behind the
wheel and buckled her seat belt.
 
“How
long have you guys been out drinking?”
 

He waited until she
pulled out into traffic and drove a few blocks down before answering.
 
“Not long.” He no longer slurred his speech
and straightens in his seat.
 
“Can I have
my keys back now?
 
I need them to get
into my place.”
 

Alex could almost feel
the anger rolling off of her.
 
Maybe this wasn’t a good plan
.
 
Izzy whipped the car over a lane of traffic,
almost killing the two of them in the process, to park the car along the
street. “What the fuck, Alex? You aren’t drunk at all!”
 

“Nope, didn’t even
finish one beer.”
 
He winked at her.
 

“Out!
 
Get the fuck out of my car!”
 
She even went as far as to unbuckle his seat
belt and lean over to open his door.
 
She
was pushing on him to get him going.
 
“I
said get out!
 
You rotten bastard
fuckwad, Alex Porter!”

He looked at her and
could see she was going to need time to calm down.
 
Alex looked at the buildings around him.
 
He was only a few blocks from home.
 
He could give her that time to cool off
before he talked to her.
 
“Ok, thanks for
the ride, sweetheart.”
 

His feet had barely hit
the pavement, before she pulled back into traffic.
 
Wow, she was a crazy driver when pissed.
 
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he whistled
as he walked the short distance home, completely content with the fact that he
ruined the end of her date.
 

~*~*~*~

Izzy slammed the door
shut after entering her apartment.
 
“That
fucking douche bag!”
 
She mumbled as she
threw her purse onto the small table next to her front door.
 
She couldn’t believe he would do something so
manipulative to end her time out with her friend.
 

She paced her apartment
with rage induced energy.
 
She was out
with Darren tonight because he was the only person she could talk to about
Alex.
 
Unfortunately, Alex interrupted
right as Darren was about to give her insight into the male mind she so
desperately needed at the moment.
 

A heavy knock at her
door stopped her mid pace.
 
Knowing
exactly who was at the door, she contemplated for a moment if letting him in
was the best choice.
 
She had been
watching a lot of true life murder stories lately; maybe she could get away
with killing the man once and for all.
 

Needing to yell at him,
she ripped open the door. “What do you want now?
 
Do you want to make sure I am alone?
 
Or how about going through the contacts on my
phone, so you can delete everyone’s number but your own?”
 

The bastard smiled,
stepping passed her.
 
“I wanted to make
sure you got home ok.
 
You seemed
upset.”
 

Taking deep breaths and
counting to ten did nothing to tamp down the rage in Izzy.
 
“Upset?
 
Upset?
 
Pissed, Alex, pissed would
be the correct term.”
 

“And you were pissed
because….”
 
He drug out the last
word.
 

“Because you ruined my night
out! You had no right to pull that shit.”
 
Izzy screamed in his face.
 

Suddenly, Alex’s face
was a breath away from her own.
 
“No
right?
 
Are you fucking kidding me Izzy?
 
I have every right to end a date you are
on.
 
You are the one who shouldn’t be out
on a date in the first place.”
 
He spoke
in a low possessive rumble. The sound of his voice had all her girl parts going
crazy.
 

Oh,
he thought I was on date.
 
Is this
jealousy?
Izzy
decided to be a bitch and play with him a bit.
  
She placed her hands on her hips, “And why exactly should I not be going
on dates?”
 

“Simple, you’re fucking
me! And as long as we are sleeping together, no other man should have his hands
on you.
 
Nor should you be having a
romantic dinner with a man, or anything else close to a date.” By the end of
his speech, the volume of his voice was at concert levels.
 

The naïve romantic in
her, swooned at his possessive words.
 
The independent man hating side of her, wanted a fight.
 
She stabbed his chest with her pointer
finger, “So you can go whoring around town, but I can’t go on a date?”
 

Anger and hurt flashed
simultaneously in his eyes.
 
Rather than
argue with her, he grabbed her.
 
Kissing
her hard.
 
Rather than her hands pushing
him away, as her brain had told them to do, they gripped his hair.
 
Her leg wrapped around his hip.
 

He growled and lifted
her, slamming her against the door.
 
Her
legs immediately wrapped tighter around his hips.
 
His lips left hers, descending down her
neck.
 
Alex worked his hand between them,
moving her thong to the side; he pushed one thick finger into her.
 
Working her into a frenzy.
 
“Please, Alex, I need to feel you inside of
me.”
 

“Tell me.
 
Tell me you won’t go on another date.
 
Tell me, I am the only man in your life.” He
hissed into her ear, gently biting her earlobe at the end.
 

“You’re the only
man.
 
You always have been.
 
Now, please Alex!”
 

His hand left her
instantly.
 
She could feel him work his
pants open.
 
A moment later, Alex drove
his cock inside of her.
 
They both moaned
loudly.
 
If anyone was walking by her
door right now they were getting free audio porn.
 
Her body banged the door every time he rammed
into her.
 

Both of them were
panting and moaning.
 
“Harder.” She
demanded.
 
Alex was quick to oblige.
 
Gone was the gentle lover, she knew, tonight
he was pure alpha male.
 
Her inner cavewoman
felt as though he was claiming her in the most primal way.
 
That cavewoman was right on board with that idea.
 

“Come for me Izzy.” He
snarled, picking up his pace.
 

“Oh, God, Alex!”
 
Her body tensed, giving into him, sending her
over the edge of bliss.
 

“Fuck Izzy!”
 
He pumped into her two more times and then
held tight inside of her, his forehead resting on hers.
 
Both trying to come back to reality.
 

Suddenly she felt him
tense.
 
“Oh, shit, Izzy.
 
I’m sorry.” His head snapped up, panic clear
on his face.
 

Palming his face she
went to calm him, “I’m not, that was incredible.”

“No, Izzy, you don’t
understand. I forgot to use a condom.
 
Fuck!”
 

His words hit her and
she saw an opportunity.
 
“I’m clean and
haven’t been with anyone else.”
 
Izzy wanted
to hear that there were no other women in his life, even though their month was
over.
 

“Honey, I’m clean too.
 
And I haven’t been with another woman since right
before the first night you came back into my life.
 
I am more concerned with getting you
pregnant.”
 

No
other women! Yay!
Her
naïve romantic side clubbed her independent man hating side over the head,
taking control.
 
“Alex, I’m on the
pill.
 
We’re good, baby.”
 
Without a word, while still inside of her, he
carried her down the hall.
 
One hand
under ass holding her up, the other holding his pants.
 
“What are you doing?”
 

He chuckled.
 
“Taking you to bed.
 
I’m not done with you tonight.”
 

They made it to her
bedroom.
 
Quickly stripping each other.
 
Before he could slide into her again, she
stopped him with a hand to his chest.
 
Smiling to herself. She kissed his neck, his cheek up to his ear, where
she whispered, “By the way, Darren was not my date.
 
He is my friend.
 
My very gay friend. But nice to know you have
a jealous side.”

Alex pulled back, to
look into her eyes.
 
Amusement and
confusion battled for dominance on his face.
 
“So not a date?”

“Nope, but I did see
him check out your ass if you’re interested in dating him.
 
I will give you his number.”
 
She giggled.
 

“Thanks, but the only
person I want interested in my ass is you.”
 
He winked.
 
“You know what this
means right? Tickle torture for deceiving me.”
 

With a squeal, Izzy
tried to push him off of her, as he tickled her.
 
They wrestled, he tickled, and she
cursed.
 
The air between them was fun for
a few minutes, until her hand accidentally brushed his cock, then all bets were
off.
 

They spent the next few
hours, making slow love.
 
Whispering
snippets of their true feelings to each other.
 

~*~*~*~

Drawing circles on her
stomach, Alex laid with his body between her legs and his head on her hip.
 
Izzy ran her hands through his hair.
 
Alex had never felt so content or at peace in
his life.
 

One sentence from last
night played over and over in his head.
“I’m
clean and haven’t been with anyone else.”
Did she mean she wasn’t sleeping
with anyone else at the moment or that she hadn’t been with anyone else period?
 
The very idea that she hadn’t slept with
anyone else since they had been together in Cabo both confused and overjoyed
him.
 

Now how did he broach
the delicate subject with a very relaxed Izzy without sending her directly into
defensive bitch mode?
 
His mind was going
over every scenario, every approach, as though it was a complicated math
problem.
 
Easing into the topic seemed
the best approach, plus he had a few other questions he needed answered.