When Stars Collide (Light in the Dark #2) (16 page)

He bites his lip and the muscles in his stomach jump.

A moment later, he sinks to his knees and I’m about to ask him what he’s doing when his mouth latches onto me.

Oh, that’s what he’s doing.

My eyes nearly roll back into my head from the sensation. My legs move restlessly and he places his hands on my knees, keeping me still. 

My heart thunders in my ears as his tongue traces circles around my clit. I’m pretty sure it’s about to beat right out of my chest. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s flopping around on the floor right now, wondering how it got there.

His tongue moves in a rhythm that has my hips lifting from the mattress, begging and pleading for more. His name leaves my lips in a breathless whisper and my fingers delve into his damp hair. I need to hold onto something so I don’t fall apart into a million pieces. 

He sucks on my clit, the pressure just right, and then I do fall apart. My body shakes and he moves up, holding onto me. His breath is ragged, his lips pinker than normal. 

I reach up, cupping his stubbled cheeks in my hands. With each breath I inhale, my breasts touch his chest. “I think you might kill me,” I whisper.

His chuckle vibrates through his body. “You’re tougher than that.” He kisses me then, stealing the little breath I have left. 

Even though I just found release, my body is begging for more. So much more. 

“Please,” I beg against his lips. “I need you inside me.”

And that’s exactly how I feel at this point. It’s a need, not a want. I need it more than I need air to breathe. I need to feel him on me, in me, moving above me, branding himself on my heart and soul. 

I reach between us and wrap my hand around the base of his cock, slowly stroking upward. He hisses between his teeth, ducking his head into the space where my neck meets my shoulders.

He pulls away roughly and fumbles with the drawer to his nightstand.

A moment later, I hear the sounds of foil ripping.

I watch as he rolls the condom on and flicks his head to the side to keep his dark hair from falling in his eyes. He grabs my hips and slides me closer to him, positioning himself at my entrance. His eyes meet mine in the darkened room, and he’s looking at me, not for confirmation that this is okay, but instead like he’s taking a mental picture of this moment—like he too wants to remember every detail. 

He guides himself inside me and I clench around him. I grab onto his back, my fingernails digging into his skin, but he doesn’t protest. 

He holds onto my hips and pulls out slowly, then slowly back in. I’m desperate for more, but I feel like we need to take it slow this time.

He lowers his head and his hair brushes against my forehead and his nose rubs against mine. His lips meet mine a moment later and I kiss him back with fervor. My skin is heated and it’s not just from the friction. It’s from the overwhelming feelings welling inside me.

His hands move to cup my breasts once more, his thumbs rubbing against my pebbled nipples. My hips move against his, our rhythm evenly matched. 

He presses kisses down my neck and over my breasts. My head falls to the side and he quickly grasps my chin, forcing my gaze back to his. My breaths leave me in short pants and sweat slicks my skin. I press my hands to his chest, sliding them down his abs, and hooking them around his hips, pushing him more fully into me. 

He bites my bottom lip and I moan. My fingers delve into his hair and my tongue tangles with his. 

He wrenches his lips from mine and pants, “You have no idea. No fucking idea.”

When my eyes connect with his I think to myself:
I know, Xander, because I feel the same.
But I don’t say that—and even if I wanted to, I don’t have the breath to spare.

His fingers dig into my hips once more, angling them up. The change forces him into me deeper and I grasp at the sheets so I don’t fly away.

When I look up at him, I find that he’s biting his lip, eyes closed, head thrown back.

I decide then and there that this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, watching him lose himself because of
me
.

As if he can sense me watching him, his eyes open and
fuck
. The force of the emotions in his eyes is enough to knock me down—you know, if I wasn’t already on my back with my legs in the air for him. 

Seeing that look in his eyes, coupled with the sensations already running through me, I lose it. My orgasm hits me and I
scream
. I’ve never been a screamer, but the sound tears from my throat before I even realize what’s happening.

“Fuck,” he groans, pumping into me faster, the veins in his arms and neck standing out. “Fuck,” he repeats, and then a soft cry of, “Thea.”

And then he finds his own release, his fingers digging into my hips. There will definitely be bruises there in the morning, but I don’t care. Not one bit.

His lips find mine and he kisses me greedily as we both come down from our high. 

Already I feel exhausted—like I could sleep for five years. 

Xander slowly pulls out of me and I flinch. 

“Did I hurt you?” he asks worriedly.

I blink up at him. “No, just missing your cock already.”

He shakes his head at me. “You and your mouth.”

I pout. “You love my mouth.”

His eyes zero in on my pursed lips and he mutters, “Hell yes I do.”

He goes to clean up, and I lie in the middle of his bed, unable to move. 

He returns a few minutes later and moves me so my head is on the pillow and I’m under the covers. He slides in behind me and wraps his arms around my body.

I relax against him as my eyes grow heavier.

Right about now, I should be having regrets and freaking the fuck out, but I’m not.

Instead, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and I’m terrified that it’s all about to change.

In my experience, when things are too good to be true, it’s usually because they are. I just really hope that’s not the case here.  

Best weekend of my life, and as such, it ends too soon.

I slip out of Thea’s bed early Monday morning and scribble a note, laying it on the pillow beside her. I have to get out of here and head to practice when I’d much rather stay right here in the peaceful cocoon of her room and pretend the outside world doesn’t exist. Rae and Cade came back last night and immediately I felt both Thea and I shift into a different mode. One where we’re careful about every movement we make and everything we say.

I fucking hate it. 

But I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy, and right now, she’s not ready to tell her brother.

I slip my sweatpants on and pick up Prue from the floor. I cut through the bathroom and into my bedroom, just in case someone is in the hall. I doubt Cade or Rae will be up at this hour, but better safe than sorry.

I carry Prue down the steps, clip her leash on, and walk her down the street to do her business. She’s been great about not going in the house, but chewing on things is another story all together. She’s already chewed holes into three pairs of my socks, ruined a pair of Thea’s shoes, and started in on the kitchen table. It’s a small miracle she hasn’t touched Thea’s shark slippers. I’m pretty sure Prue is afraid of the gaping shark mouth.

Prue finishes her business and looks up at me with her tongue hanging out, wagging her tail happily. She seems to be happy with us and I’m more than glad we could give her a forever home. The furball deserves it. 

We head back to the house and I remove her leash. Immediately, she runs over to the green tin labeled TREATS and sits, wagging her tail. 

“You want a treat?” I ask with a laugh. 

She wags her tail harder and it looks like she nods. I remove the lid and give her one.

I head into the kitchen, pour her food into a bowl, and grab a bottle of water.

Heading back upstairs, I change into a pair of gym shorts and shirt—I’ll have to change into my gear when I get to the field, but this way, if anyone sees me and asks, I can lie and say I’m going to the gym and it looks legit—and pack my bag with my work clothes. 

I still can’t believe Thea
knew
and didn’t say anything. She surprises me at every turn. It’s a relief to have her know, though, and I know I’ll feel even better once I tell everyone else. Which will have to be soon. I can’t keep doing double-duty. I’m running myself into the ground.

When I have everything I need, I head down to the garage and since it’s a nice day, I opt to take my bike instead of the truck. 

I get to the field and head into the locker room. Most of my team members are already here—a lot of them live nearby, whereas I’m about an hour away. 

I change into my practice gear and head out onto the field.

Coach has us running up and down the field and I quickly lose myself in the steady rhythm. 

We move on to working on actual plays and my excitement grows. I love this. I love the strategy and working together with one common goal. To win. 

Hours later when I come off the field, the sun is high in the sky and I’m drenched in sweat. I know I’m going to be late for work—like
really
late, and I hope Thea was able to hold down the fort in my absence. 

I shower and change into my work clothes—some of the guys look at me with raised brows but say nothing. I’m a newbie and the older guys tend to ignore me. I get it. I have to earn their trust before I can become a part of their inner circle. 

Kincaid Architecture isn’t too far from practice, but the traffic makes it take twice as long as it should. It’s nearing lunchtime, so I say fuck it and stop off at a restaurant and pick up food for Thea and myself. 

When I finally walk through the office doors, Thea sighs in relief. “Thank God you’re here—answering phones is
so
not my forte. I’m pretty sure I accidentally told your dad to go fuck himself because I got so flustered. He kept asking for these papers and I don’t know where they are and he kept asking for you so I told him you had explosive diarrhea.”

I look at her in disbelief as I set the to-go boxes on my desk. “You’re kidding, right?”

She frowns and mumbles, “No.”

I sigh and shake my head. Then I laugh, because it’s pretty fucking funny. “I can’t believe you told my dad to go fuck himself.”

She shrugs. “Might not have been him. He hasn’t stormed in here to fire me yet.”

“My dad would never fire you,” I tell her. “And explosive diarrhea? Really, Thea?”

She shrugs her shoulders innocently. “I was under pressure and I blurted the first thing that came to mind. Nobody questions diarrhea.”

I shake my head. “You’re probably right about that.” I reach for one of the to-go boxes and hand it to her. “Lunch.”

“You da best,” she chirps, opening the box. “Oh,” she moans, “that smells good.” She stares lovingly at the seared salmon and vegetables. She grabs the plastic fork and digs in. “Tastes even better. All the blowjobs for you, lover boy.”

I snort and am about to retort when Cade pokes his head in. “Something smells good.”

Thea squeaks and falls out of her chair, smack dab on her ass.

“Thea?” I ask worriedly. “Are you okay?” I dart over and offer her my hand.

Cade cackles from the doorway. “Didn’t mean to scare you, sis.”

Thea rolls her eyes and looks at me, shaking her head in disbelief. She places her hand in mine and I help her up. She promptly sits back down and digs into her food. 

“Don’t even think about trying to steal a bite after that,” she tells Cade, pointing her fork at him. 

He raises his hands innocently. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I was just swinging by to ask you guys if you wanted lunch, but it looks like you beat me to it.”

I shrug. “Sorry, man.”

He waves away my words. “S’okay. I’m going to head out on my own then. See you later.”

With that, he disappears from the office doorway.

“Thank God he didn’t hear my blowjob remark,” Thea says, her cheeks tinged pink. “I mean, I’m a pretty good liar but I don’t think I could bullshit my way out of that one.”

I chuckle and shake my head. “Do you remember which file it is that my dad wanted? I’ll take it over to him before I eat.”

“He was asking about the Ferguson account. I searched all the files on your desk and I couldn’t find it on your computer.”