Waking Up (3 page)

“I didn’t say it’s a done deal, Tuck, but I know all the writers are already on board.  We’ve been texting back and forth.  And, we’ve decided on the story line we like best so we can go into the meeting as a unified front.  We’re on your team, man.  Just answer your cell when I call.  Victoria doesn’t have a big fan base so I don’t think it will be a problem, especially when word gets out that you two are over.  Talk to you tomorrow.  Maybe we can make karma speed up biting the bitch on the ass.” Eddie laughs and hangs up.

I sit there staring at my cell.

How did Grams know?  Had she talked to Eddie or did she just know how life would play out?  For the first time in several days, I feel happy.  I know it’s probably cruel to feel happy that Victoria might get written out of the show, but she’s ridden my coattails long enough.  If she truly was a good enough actress then she would make it on her own.  Or, she could go ride Grant and his coattails again.  That thought deflates my happy mood.  
Shit!  
Women suck.  

Cleaning up the remnants of dinner, I decide on a shower.  I need to relax.  In the bathroom, I quickly strip out of my t-shirt and go to work on my jeans.  I’m thankful that I’ve never been one to bother with underwear because I’m so tired and the hot water is calling to me.  I rip off my socks and stand before the mirror.  Looking at the person staring back at me, I hardly recognize him.  I haven’t shaved since leaving days ago.  I’ve barely slept and I’ve been finger combing my hair.  Everything about me looks wild and unkempt.  I look lost.  

It‘s time to fix that and pull myself back together.

I pull my shaving set out and set to work on getting my face cleaned up.  Although I’m happy to feel the smooth skin again, I’m not happy to see the black circles under my eyes.  Too many nights of sleeping in the truck is making me look sickly.  Normally, my olive skin is one of the things that women find so attractive.  That and my thick, black, curly hair and sparkling blue eyes.  My dad is Greek and I got all of my looks from him, except my eyes. They were from my fair skinned, blonde haired, blue eyed mom.  Oh, and my dimples.

Those damn dimples. I hated them growing up until I realized my smile could make panties drop.  Mom probably wouldn’t be proud that her inherited dimples were used in such a manner, but at the moment, I can’t even muster enough of a smile to show my dimples anyway.  Right now, even my normally rugged six-foot-four frame looks slumped and tired.  My tattoos are doing nothing to make me look more manly.  I simply feel defeated.

That is something that Stavros men are never supposed to feel.  It’s a good thing my dad left a long time ago.  He’d surely be disappointed now.

Turning the shower on as hot as my skin can handle, I step in.  I hiss at the heat, but then let my body relax into it.  My muscles need this.  I stand there for a few minutes letting the water run over my neck and back while my head hangs down.  It feels incredible and my body slowly starts unwinding.

I hadn’t realized how dirty I felt until I washed my hair.  I’m not girly or anything, but I like to be clean.  Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist.  I feel so much better.  Showers are their own form of therapy.  I don’t bother drying off the rest of the way or putting clothes on. I make sure all the curtains are firmly closed in place and then I just lie on the bed and turn the TV on.

I flip through the channels until I find the Big Bang Theory.  Sheldon’s character always cracks me up and I need that right now.  I watch TV until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore, but I leave it on for background noise all night.

I never did like being somewhere unfamiliar.

Chapter Three

Adriana

I walk into my bathroom and look at myself in the mirror.  The black circles under my eyes show the many nights of interrupted sleep.  Even after sixteen months, I haven’t gotten used to sleeping alone.  And, then, there are the dreams.   Always the damn dreams…

After brushing my waist length, strawberry blonde hair, I throw a towel onto the bar and step into my stand up shower.  Not that you can call it a stand up shower.  It’s anything but.  It’s a beautiful piece of work that Alex designed for the two of us to share.  Every time I step into it, I’m amazed at the detail of it and the size, but it was always meant for the two of us to share.  It’s more of a small tiled, rectangular room with a glass door and shower heads lining the tiled walls.  The coloring is beautiful.  Alex called it Roman gold. I love the rose colored accent he placed halfway up and how it adds color all the way around.  The result is striking.  The sunken in shelves offsetting the accents add to the romantic air Alex was going for.  But, my favorite part is the seat.  Oh, how I love the seat nestled against the far wall of the shower.  As I walk in and start up the shower, I can’t help but think back to the first time I saw the shower and that seat. I stood looking at the entirety of it in awe.  Alex was an amazing architect and Preston could build anything.  I wasn’t surprised that they made something so incredible, but what was up with that seat?  Alex noticed I kept looking at it and smirked.  He stood there waiting for my response.

“This is amazing, babe!  Gorgeous!  I love it!  You and Preston have outdone yourselves this time.  It’s a little bigger than I thought it would be, but I don’t care. It’s… it’s just... stunning... breathtaking.  I have to ask though, what’s up with the seat?  Are you planning on one of us being crippled?”

Alex lets out a full belly laugh.  “Oh, baby, that was the last thing on my mind when I designed it.  How about we test the shower out and I show you exactly what I had in mind for that seat?” Alex reaches his hand out, grabs the front of my t-shirt and pulls me to him.  Although he is a full foot taller than me, it always feels like our bodies are made to be together.  I stand there, flush with his body, peering up at him.  Being this close to Alex already has my breathing increasing and my panties getting wet.  The things this man does to me without doing anything drives me crazy.  Reaching up, he tucks my hair behind my ears before lowering his lips to mine.  Not wasting time, he plunges his tongue into my mouth.  I moan and suck on his tongue before running my tongue along his lower lip and sliding it into his mouth.  Kissing him at times is almost orgasmic.  Almost.  Not today, though.  I want to know why he designed that seat and we aren’t getting there fast enough.  Running my fingers down his chest to the hem of his simple black t-shirt, I’m frantic to get it off.  Alex quickly breaks away from our kiss to pull the shirt over his head and is right back to attacking my mouth.  He nibbles and bites my lower lip and pushes his tongue back into my mouth.  His kiss is forceful, but he still isn’t taking it any further.  I rub my breasts against him trying to get as much contact as possible, trying to speed up the pace.  I thought Alex didn’t want to waste time today, but apparently it’s me who’s anxious.  All he’s doing is kissing me and I’m melting.  It’s not enough.  Not even close.  I want his hands on me.  His mouth on me.  I want him in me and I want it now.  And all he’s doing is kissing me.  Fucking tease!
 

“Alex, please.  I need more.”  He chuckles against my mouth, but is never one to deny me anything.  His lips leave my mouth and trail down my neck to my breasts.  He finds my nipples through my clothes.  A garbled sigh of contentment that he’s finally touching me fills the room.  My hands find their way to his jeans and tumble over the button.  Rubbing my hand over his erection through the outside of his pants, he lets out a gasp.  I smile knowing something so small gets a reaction from him.  He pulls my shirt over my head with one hand while the other hand massages my ass.  His free hand fondles my breast and rolls my nipple through my lacy, black bra into a hard peak.  I moan again and press my body into him.  My hands involuntarily unzip his jeans and find their way inside his boxer briefs to grip his erection.

“Fuck, Adri, it’s time to get you naked.”  I smile at Alex because I’m thinking the same about him.  Kneeling before him, I yank his jeans down, grabbing his briefs next.  Off they go and his erection is right where I want it.  It’s so hot having Alex watch me.  Licking my lips, I grip the base of his erection and take him into my mouth.  He tenses up and I picture him throwing his head back.  His moaning and calling my name as I move my head up and down and swirl my tongue around him spurs me on.  I massage his balls as my mouth continues to milk his shaft.  I want to take him all the way.  Taste him, relish his silky shaft slipping in and out of my mouth, sliding across my tongue, but Alex has other plans.  He grabs me by my shoulders and eases me up his naked body.  Another rush of wetness coats my core.  He makes quick work of removing my bra and, in one swoop, has my yoga pants and panties off.  I can’t help but giggle at his eagerness.  I know I’ve gotten him here and I can’t help but feel empowered and horny as hell.

“Should I have folded those first?  They might get wrinkled, you know.”  Alex doesn’t respond to my giggles with words.  He throws me over his shoulder and spanks my bare ass.  Twice.  It hurts, but has me dripping wet.  Carrying me into our new shower he stands me in the middle and stares at me for a second.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Adriana.  Don’t ever forget that.  Now, let me get the water perfect and then, Mrs. Monroe, I’m going to show you to your seat.”  The promise in his eyes has me getting wet all over again and it has nothing to do with the water shooting out of the multiple shower heads.  “How’s the temperature?”

“Perfect, babe, but I bet we could make it a bit hotter,” I say in as sexy a voice as I can muster.  Alex is the only guy I’ve ever been with so I have to wing it with this stuff.  He seems to like it because he’s on me faster than I can blink.  His hands are around my waist lifting me up and he’s kissing me again.  My backside comes down on cool tile and a little yelp escapes me.  Alex looks at me curiously.

“The tile’s a little cold, but I’m alright. Don’t stop.”  It’s all the encouraging he needs.  He kneels between my legs and brings his mouth to my breast.  Sucking my nipple into his mouth, he gives it a little nip.  The pain is sharp at first, but when he starts licking and sucking again it sends electricity straight to my core.  Kissing down my stomach, he pulls my ass closer to the edge of the seat, fully exposing me to him.  I’m on display and I don’t care.   He looks at me and licks his lips before diving in.  I scream out his name as he licks me over and over.  He’s licking circles around my clit and it’s driving me mad.  Shoving two fingers inside, he quickens his pace with his tongue.  The water splashing onto me and Alex working my over sensitized body quickly sends me over the edge.
 

“Oh my God, Alex!  Don’t Stop!”  Around in a circle, I feel his tongue keep going, drinking every last drop from me, licking me until he feels all the ripples stop. Then, he looks up at me, licking his lips.  I don’t think I’ve ever thought he was sexier than right now with water dripping down his face, licking my juices off his lips.  I’m still panting as Alex stands up.  He picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist.  Turning around so my back is in the water, he sits on the seat, puts his hands under my ass, and brings me down onto his erection.  I scream out as he fills me.  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I start kissing him as he impales me.  Whimpering into his mouth, another orgasm starts to build and my moans get louder.  Alex’s pace is getting more frantic and I know he’s getting close, too.  He keeps slamming me up and down, over and over, and all I can feel is the friction of him pulling out and filling me again and again.

Our bodies are tangled together, wet skin slapping off each other, the sound echoing off the shower walls, bouncing back to my ears, feeding my arousal.  His moans mingle with my cries.  The water trickles over us like rain, slicking our bodies, aiding in the effortless gliding of our joining.  His engorged cock thrusts into my now swollen entrance, penetrating as deep as he can go.  Hitting that spot that sets me on fire, makes me burn for him.  My nails dig into his shoulders as I try to find as much hold as I can.  I’m bucking wildly, trying to find relief from the storm brewing between my legs.  I need release and I need it soon.  “Oh God, Alex…  Go harder, baby.”

His arms wrap around me tight, hugging the air out of me as he goes at me as hard as he can.  In…  Out…  My breathing matches his strokes.  I’m almost there.  Oh yes, it’s coming.  Every nerve in my body is tingling and I explode for a second time as Alex grips his fingers into my ass and roars out my name, spilling his seed into me.

We both sit there trying to regain our breath for a few minutes while the water cascades down my back.  I start chuckling and Alex looks at me, wondering at my shift in mood.

“I think I like having a seat in the shower.  Feel free to cripple me anytime, babe.”  Alex gives one of his famous belly laughs and kisses me thoroughly before standing me up so we can shower off.  This man always makes me feel so loved.

I slam back into reality and realize I’m standing in the middle of the shower staring at the seat like it’s going to jump up and bite me.  “Shit”.  I quickly get back to showering so I can escape the newest memory and get ready for grocery shopping.  I really want to try to have a good night with my friends.  I may not have many more of them.
  “Alex, I need every part of this house to stop being a memory of you.”  And I mean that.  Looking back at the seat, I’m slammed with the memories of the many other ways Alex had
crippled
me on that seat and it nearly drops me to my knees.  

Turning off the water, I reach for my towel with shaking hands.  Another shower has turned into an anxiety attack.  My breathing is heavy.  If I don’t calm down soon, I’m afraid I may pass out.  Count to ten, Adri.  Breathe in and out slowly.  God help me.

 Calm. The. Hell. Down.