Mind F*ck (21 page)

“Not exactly what I had in plan.” He jerks his chin to where Summer stands in the middle of several men. And as soon as I read her lips and see her gestures, I know she’s talking about her dumb art ideas for the next marketing campaign with the Lewis brothers. My eyes skim the crowd and land on the youngest of the Lewis bastards. I wonder if she spread her legs for them as well
.

Probably both. Simultaneously. Or in tandem. I cut my eyes back to her
.

Only to be jerked back into the conversation with Mr. Jackson by his dark tone when his hand grips a little too hard on my shoulder.

He leans in and whispers, “Take care of her. You let me see one sign of you showing waver. Any sign of you showing favor, no, scratch that, any sign of you showing
anything
. Towards that ex-wife of yours, besides complete indifference, and you’re done. Financially—you are done. I’ll make sure your life won’t be worth snuffing out by anyone but yourself, by the time I’m done with you. Make my daughter happy. It’s your job, now. You make Summer Lynn happy.”

He steps forward and cocks his head to the side almost as if to say something then stops and chuckles
.

“Say it,” I tell him
.



He leans back in and mutters, “You asked for it—Liam, here’s a piece of advice: Never stack too much stock in yourself. Especially when everyone around you doesn’t see any worth.”

Then he turns and heads in the direction of where Lexy and Rhett seem to be sharing a little inside joke. And as I watch his back retreat...a little more of that fickle sanity, becomes less lucid
.

Lexy is mine. MINE.

Who does this guy think he is?
I wonder as I look at the first, no second gentleman to offend me tonight at this party—Rhett
.

Then I glance at Travis and see his bright smile as he laughs at something Mr. Jackson says as he walks up to the group. Then Summer laughs, but it doesn’t sound anything like the tinkering I remember it once did. She’s laughing at something Lexy says to Rhett.

And as I set back and watch. It clicks
.

I’m not a part of that
.

I don’t know when it occurred, but I’m no longer a part of that circle.
Fuck it.

I might as well take what’s mine and get the fuck out right now then. Fuck the Jackson’s
.

All five of them: Summer, Old man Jackson, Travis, Lexy, and Rhett.
Well, all except Lexy.

I’m fucking coming for her. Ready or not, I’m coming for her.

The night of my birthday party I knew something was wrong with Lexy. I knew it as soon as she stepped out on the balcony in her black lace over leather dress that had absolutely no back and blurted out some shit about my hair
.

I also knew she needed a distraction from whatever it was that was bothering her
.

So I supplied just that.

As she said goodbye to her mother and promised to meet her at her hotel the next morning for coffee, I made some half ass excuse and slipped into my room. I pulledup the video surveillance
.

And that’s all it was. My words may have insinuated that I’d added my own security, but all I used was the over compensated ADT package, he himself supplied
me
through his open access and WiFi
.

So, technically—when it comes to the right guy for Lexy—I am still the better choice between the two of us
.

So surely, I deserve a shot, too. Right
?



I look over at where sheis curled up beside me on the couch and smile
.

I think back on how far we’ve come. Just in two short months
.

I guess the threats made, on my part, Trav’s, and old man Jackson’s, worked with Liam. The last I heard, and I barely listen to much where Lexy’s ex-husband is concerned, he’d taken a lateral position to the one he held in LA. Some shit about Summer’s pregnancy hormones made it impossible for them to live together. That lead to him cheating, which lead to her cheating
and
being publically seen using drugs, which led to them fighting, and Liam is lucky he still has a position
.

I think it was just last week that Trav said Jackson was watching his coke and pill habits.

Fucking damn shame, really.

Lexy’s sleepy yawn draws my attention to her mouth
.

Her pouty, sweet
as fuck
little mouth
.

God, just the thought of fucking it this morning makes my cock hard as steel
.

I slide my hand under her shirt and rub the tender flesh across her abdomen. I slide my fingertips across her belly button before slipping beneath the edge of her panties and scratching my blunt nails over the flesh of her hips. “Lex,” my voice comes out in a mangled raspy mess, and I have to cough and clear my throat. I tuck her closer to me, then lean over herand nuzzle her nose with mine
.



My thirty-second birthday was a little more than two months ago
.

I can’t believe how much time has gone by
.

Sometimes, I’ll be in the middle of doing something with Lex. You name it—grocery shopping.
Bra
shopping.
Her boobs have been growing. Significantly. Don’t worry, we’ll get to why.
The point is, it doesn’t matter what Lexy and I do, we have fun. I have fun with her. I love playing cards with her and eating tomato sandwiches at odd hours of the night. I love her. And sometimes, I know this sounds insane, but I can’t imagine a life without her. And when I remember the one I had before, I don’t want to remember it
.

I just want her
.

“Sexy Lexy,” I mutter against her neck and feel her cheek as she smiles with her face next to mine
.

“Mmm.” She moans then moves to roll over onto her stomach. I lean down closer to her, with my hand still brushing my fingertips lightly over her stomach, and when my lips meet hers I lick the seam between hers. Asking for access
.

And she grants it
.

God. I love her mouth
.

I moan, uncontrollably.

Sliding my hand down her front, I lightly rest the heel of my hand on her clit and roll lazy circles around it. “You like that, sweetie?” I murmur to her
.

And when I feel her hand start rocking against my palm, I slip a single pointer finger inside of her. Testing her
.

Fuck Christ. She’s so wet.

My eyes roll back behind my lids when I sink my finger deeper and let her set the pace of my heel rocking against her pussy
.

“That’s right. You show me. Show me what you want. God, you’re sexy, Lexy,” I ground the words, barely.

I like to push her. I’ve spent the last two months we’ve spent together stretching her to the brink. And then a little further
.

I watch as she grasps for a breath as her orgasm tears through her, and I swear to Christ, if I don’t slam into her soon, I won’t make it
.

I shove her sun dress up and have my zipper and fly open, cock in hand, and I’m lining it up for Heaven less than seconds later
.

I’m in her so fast I still feel her pussy convulsing around my cock from her orgasm. And it causes me to have to ground my teeth to keep ahold of my quickly fading control
.



I’m gonna explode. I’m gonna explode
.
　

“Fuck, your cunt’s so tight, Lexy,” I growl
.

She tugs my t-shirt over my head and sinks her hands into my hair at the same time she throws me off center. Then suddenly, I’m sitting in the middle of the couch and she’s lining
me
up and sinking down
.



“Rhett, I—“ she whispers
.

But she stops
.

She stops her words. Again. This is the second time this week she’s done it,too
.



I nuzzle her neck with my nose and bring my hands up to cup her face.“What? You what, Lexy?
”



“Nothing,” she mutters before picking up the pace in rocking hard against me
.



I keep my eyes on hers and reach my right hand from her face keeping my left in place, in hopes it’ll keep her eyeson mine
.

“Rock harder. If you won’t say it with your words, then say it with your body. Fuck—“ I stop myself before quirking my eyebrow then narrowing my eyes on hers. I finish, “No. Love. Love me harder with your body, if you won’t tell me with your words.
”



Then she does
.

She takes. And I give.

I give because I do love. I love her like fucking crazy
.

I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve her
.

Look at her.



She slips her black cami over her head before sinking her nails into my shoulders and rocks against me like her life depends on it.

And all I can do is watch in utter amazement.

Goddammit, look at her.

I feel her impending orgasm, building and gaining speed. The muscles in her back tense beneath my fingertips as my hands cradle her, and I can feel her getting closer to her peak. “That’s it, just like that. God you’re sexy.
”

My words send a shudder through her, and I never take my eyes from her as I thumb her clit. Hers flutter shut the harder my thumb works her.

“Take it, Lexy. Open your eyes and take it. I want your eyes on mine when you do. I want to see what it looks like on your face. In your soul.
”

Her eyes almost flutter shut, but I use my words to keep them open...just as her cunt grips down on my cock. I feel her thighs slip, soaked with our cum, and I shove the words out, “I fucking love you, Lexy. Goddammit. I fucking love you.” As our sweat slicked foreheads rest against each other’s, and we both fight for breath I wait for her to respond.

“I know you do, baby. I know you do.
”

And that’s all she says
.

That’s all I really should have expected to hear though, I guess in hindsight.

If I had to describe what this woman does to me, I honestly don’t think I could...even if my life depended on it
.

She’s a balm. I watch her layer the lasagna noodles with  tomato, meat, and cheese mixture as I step into the kitchen from outside.

A balm I didn’t know I needed to heal.

Turns out prison can and will truly fuck you up, if you let it
.

I chuckle asking her when I’m close enough behind her to grab her hips, “Whatcha doing in here?” I get even more tickled at her when I see her focusing eyes move from the lasagna to me, standing behind her over her shoulder before cutting to that classic
don’t-mess-with-me-buddy
glare of hers I’ve come to love
.



“What’s it look like? I’m cooking. You said you were craving Italian, so I’m making Italian.” She nods to the cutting board beside her. “Here, cut up some lettuce for the salad for me, baby.
”

After I briefly kiss her bare shoulder, I do as she demands and start slicing up tomatoes beside her
.

And after a minute of listening to her tell me about all the different road blocks in front of her and her dream of becoming a nurse practitioner, I look out over the place we’ve made home
.

I can hardly believe it
.

When I bought this place one week after starting the new construction on Dean’s Estate, if you would have told me less than six months later, that I’d be in the kitchen, cutting up shit for a salad, with my girl, I would have laughed at you
.

I would’ve never believed you, that’s for certain
.

I guess giving up on life doesn’t necessarily mean life is going to give up on you. “When does your dad’s fight land?” Lexy asks me, pulling me from my thoughts as she pops a cube of cheese in her mouth
.



“Around midnight. He was delayed in Atlanta.” I hand her an olive on my fingertip and she winks at me like a little devil, smirking, before biting down on my pointer finger. Hard
.



“Ouch!” I swat her ass, and she pouts and rubs the sting away a little too long.

She loves my hand across her ass, she’s just exaggerating. I didn’t put much behind it—and I know my own strength
.



Unlike her
.

Miss biter.

That’s what I call her, too. “Alright, Miss biter.” I laugh, tucking my hurt hand to my chest. I flick my eyes to her bottom before looking back at her and catch her smiling. “My swat wasn’t that bad, and you know it.” I fetch a bottle of red wine from the chiller, then hold it up, “You want a glass, sweetheart?
”



“No. Thank you though.” She goes back to focusing on her lasagna. Layer after layer. And as I do the math in my head, I think back. And beside the few glasses, okay—seven. She consumed seven glasses of wine from the time she and I walked into my birthday celebration, until the time we went to bed...after swimming in the hot tub until six am when the sun rose
.

And no, before you even ask—I did not sleep with her that night
.

I did, however take what was rightfully mine the verynext night though
.



Then the following weekend, we moved up state about half an hour from Dean’s Estate to a little bungalow cabin I used a chunk of my money from Shelia and Cecileto put down on
.

And it’s seemed like ever since about the second or third week after we got settled in to my—well, now our—log cabin, she’s bloomed into this woman that I can’t keep myself from falling even more in love with every day
.