Working On Love (The Griffin Brothers Book 6) (13 page)

“Because of your
father?” I look down at my hands and nod. “He did those things,
Miles. To hurt both of us. Does it suck? Yeah, big time. But you
brought the sunshine back to my life.”

“You sang in public.”

“For you.”

“What if he comes
after you again? I wouldn’t survive seeing you hurt again.”

“Your grandmother has
made sure that he can’t come after either of us. Even if he could,
would you rather us be alone?”

“I couldn’t protect
you.”

“With Nick? You
weren’t my boyfriend then. We weren’t even friends at that time.
And if you mean when those guys surprised us in my apartment, well I
may have to punch you myself. There were
three
of them, plus Nick.”

“That guy touched
you. And kissed you.”

“Yeah and I won’t
lie, it was disgusting. But I could survive anything if I knew you
were there on the other side.”

“I don’t want to be
weak.”

“You’re not. You
were betrayed and hurt by someone who should’ve been protecting
you. No one expects you to get past that overnight. We all want to
help you. Let me be there for you.”

“I-I want to kiss
you.”

She smiles as she gets
up and walks to me. “Please do, King.”

I pull her close and
brush my lips across hers softly. We kiss like that for several
minutes, just little brushes of our lips. I really want to carry her
down the hall to our bed and do things to make her scream my name,
but I know it’s too soon. And there’s a party going on
downstairs.

I groan. “I don’t
want to stop, but we should get back to the party.”

“We should. After?”

“I’ll stay here,
but I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“You don’t want
me?”

“You know better than
that. You’ve just been pressed against me. But I need to earn my
way back into our bed. I’ve been an ass.”

“I couldn’t sleep
in there while you were gone. And when I was an ass, you still made
love to me.”

“I could tell that
you weren’t sleeping in there. I have to admit I like the fact that
you aren’t in there without me, but I meant what I said. What you
did was miniscule compared to how I’ve been acting. Let’s go down
to the party. But don’t worry; I’ll make you come before sleeping
on the couch.”

“If you’re playing
that way, I’m making you come, too. And don’t even try to argue.
I miss the taste of you.”

* * *

Alex

The party went really
well. The kids were all happy to hang out in the game room, while the
parents said they were having fun getting dressed up. Miles didn’t
leave my side, except for when he was playing air hockey or in our
indoor batting cage. His jacket and tie came off hours ago. With his
top two buttons open and sleeves rolled up, it’s been hard not to
jump all over him.

“I’m the last one,”
Faith winks at me. “You can finally be alone with your man.”

“Thank you so much
for overseeing the food. It was amazing.”

“Anytime, Alex.”

I close the door behind
her and start to turn around. Miles comes out of nowhere and presses
me back into the wood. He runs a finger along the cutout of my dress
above the swell of my breasts.

“This has been making
me crazy all night. I wanted to lick inside this opening so bad.”

“So do it now.”

“That’s not where
you want me to lick you, baby.”

“You know the deal. I
told you, I’m not coming alone.”

He removes his fingers
and steps back. It takes everything in me not to whimper at the loss.
“You sure about that?”

No. “Yes.”

“We should probably
go to bed, then. Extra blankets and stuff are in the upstairs hall
closet?”

“Yes. But we have
guest bedrooms. One of which is pink. You shouldn’t be sleeping on
the couch.”

“I’m hoping to do
very dirty things to you in the pink room. Just not tonight.”

I’m going to have to
pull the card I didn’t want to. It’s for his own good, though.
“You’ve only been out of the hospital for a few weeks. Please
don’t twist yourself up on the couch.”

“Fine,” he tells me
through a clenched jaw. I knew I’d piss him off, but having him
comfortable is more important right now. “I’ll see you in the
morning.”

I watch him walk
upstairs without giving me even a small goodnight kiss. I was close
to having him completely. There’s one last thing. I’ve saved the
best for last, and I hope it’s enough. We’ll see in the morning.

* * *

Miles

I can’t sleep. Not
with Alex in one of the other rooms. I almost gave in to her, but I
really want her to see that what we have is more than sex. One night
won’t kill me. At least I hope not.

I decide to go do some
work in the home office I’d set up here. Getting a jump on Monday
seems like a good idea. I make my feet keep walking as I pass the
guest room that Alex is sleeping in. I open my office door and
freeze. It’s not how I left it. Baseball memorabilia is all over
the walls, including my jersey and baseball card. I notice an album
on my desk and walk over to it.

I lift the cover and when I read the
inscription, I have to drop down into the chair since my legs won’t
hold me anymore.

Miles,

This is the last thing you’ll get from me if you still say you
don’t want me. I don’t know what else I can do to convince you
that I love you, or that you deserve to be loved, if this doesn’t
work. I know these were the most important things to you when you
were 17. Your father took them to hurt you, and now I’m giving them
back to show you that he can’t hurt either one of us ever again.

I love you,

Alex

My hand is shaky as I
turn the pages. They’re all here. All the baseball cards I
collected. The rare ones were gifts from my mom, but the others I
bought with the money I earned doing any odd job possible. My dad
took them the first time I stood up for my mom. The same day Alex saw
me with the black eye. And she remembered. I don’t know how she got
these, but I need her. Now.

I practically run to
the room she’s in, and again, I’m stopped in my tracks just by
opening a door. Alex kicked off her covers sometime in the night and
is stretched out on the bed. In one of my jerseys. From what I can
see, that’s all she has on, and I almost come right then and there.

Instead, I walk over to
the bed and pick her up. She stirs and whispers my name, clutching my
shoulders as I carry her into our bedroom and place her inside those
curtains we both love. She reaches for me, but I hold her arms down.
Not hurting her, but letting her know this is my show.

“I saw the album,
Xandy.”

“You did?”

“Yes. And while I
didn’t know you have a cat burglar for a friend, I’m beyond
grateful right now.”

“I can play, too?”

“Maybe.”

“But Miles, I told
you what I want.”

“I know. And my main
goal in life is to give you what you want. Most of the time. Right
now, I need to be in control.” I see her eyes widen, which is not
what I want at all. “I won’t hurt you in any way. I promise. But
I need you to listen to me, to let me dominate you this time. It’s
my nature, Alex. I’ve let you be in control before because I knew
you had to take that back for yourself. If we’re going to be
together, though, I need to be myself. ”

“Okay. I trust you.”

“You didn’t
hesitate.”

“Of course not. I
love you, Miles. If you need to boss me around, then do it.”

I kiss her sweetly and
then go into her closet for some scarves. I tie one to each of the
metal bedposts at the top of the bed. “I want you to hold onto
these for me. Okay?”

“Just hold them?”

“Yes, but don’t let
go unless I give you permission.”

She nods and gets
another sweet kiss from me as she grabs the ends of the scarves. I
have to reward her for being such a good girl.

Next, I unbutton the
bottom of the jersey. Just a couple buttons, so I can push the fabric
aside and see her pretty pussy. It’s glistening for me, already. I
smirk up at her as she bites her lip. “I like this.”

I run a finger across
her slit, which causes her to arch her back and moan. “You
love
it. Tell me.”

“I love having you
tell me what to do…in bed.”

I laugh, because I know
she means it. Outside of this bed, I’d be slapped for trying to
tell her what to do. I spread her legs wide and bend over for a quick
taste. Oh yeah, this is going to be fun.

“What do you want,
Xandy?”

“You. I want you.”

“Be more specific.
What do you want right now?” I ask as I give her another lick.

“Your mouth. Please,
your mouth. And tongue. Please.”

“Well, since you
asked so nicely…”

I situate myself
between her spread legs and get started. I lick into her opening,
putting my tongue in as far as it can go. She’s bucking off the
bed, and I haven’t even gotten to her clit yet. I play for a few
moments as she moans my name, and a few four letter words, before
moving to where she really wants me.

I circle the swollen
bud with my tongue, before sucking it into my mouth. I also move my
fingers to the front. I let them play with the opening, but don’t
put them in. Yet.

“Miles, please.”

“What, baby?”

“Your fingers.
Please.”

“Do you want them in
you?”

“Yes.
Please.”

I push two in as I go
back to her clit. She lets go of the scarves to touch my hair. I
immediately still my movements. She understands and her hands are
gone within seconds. It only takes a few more strokes before she’s
coming hard. I don’t stop, letting her build back up into one more
orgasm before I withdraw my fingers and mouth. I sit up on my knees
and look her in the eye as I lick my fingers.

“You’re being such
a good girl, Alex.”

“I’m trying.”

“I know. That’s why
you were rewarded.”

I push my briefs down,
letting my cock spring free. I grip it in one hand and start slowly
stroking it. She looks down and licks her lips. “Miles.”

“You jealous of my
hand?”

“Yes.”

“You want to suck me
off?”

“Yes, please.”

“Let go of the
scarves and move to the side.”

She does, and I lie
back on the pillows in the middle of the bed next to her. She reaches
out for me, but I lightly push her hands away.

“Sorry.”

I stop what I’m doing
and look her in the eye. “Never apologize for anything in this bed.
Even if you’re saying ‘no’ to something. I’m not done being
in control yet, but I never want to hear you apologize. Especially if
it’s for wanting me.”

“Okay.
King.
”
She smiles at me, and I smile back.

“It’s yours. You
can use your hands right now. But only for this.”

She moves over me and
takes me in her mouth. There’s no sweet licking or sucking. I’m
going deep as she plays hard. It only takes her squeezing my balls
once to make me come. I almost black out, it’s so good.

I feel her let go of
me, but she doesn’t come lie next to me like I expected. I open my
eyes to see her still kneeling between my legs; her hands are behind
her back.

“Are you okay,
Xandy?”

“Yes. I’m just
waiting for my next instructions.”

I didn’t think I
could love her more, but she just proved me wrong. “Come here.”

I pull her into my arms
and hold her tight. She runs her nails over my chest as I kiss her,
over and over again. I whisper thank-you, along with some dirty
things, as she scratches me lightly.

“What else do you
need?”

“Just you. Thank you
for that.”

I’m hard again
already, of course. There’s no down time with her. I shift us, so
that I’m over her, and enter her slowly. We both moan as I fit
perfectly inside of her.

“We can be like that
any time you need it, but I’m not calling you ‘Sir.’ I mean
it.”

“Duly noted. ‘King’
is more than good enough.”

“Yes, you are.”

I see all the love I
feel for her reflected back at me in her eyes. I don’t know why I
ever tried to walk away. I’m not going to be that stupid again. I
move a little faster because I want us both to come again. Then we
can talk.

* * *

Alex

I want to stay in bed,
but Miles has other plans. “Let’s talk before I lose the little
bit of control I currently have and ravish you again.”

“I think I want
Option B.”

“Talk first. Then
ravaging.”

“Fine.”

I start to get off the
bed, but he stops me. “Where did you get the jersey? And the hat?”

I look away as I
answer. “I bought it all the day it went on sale. I have a bunch of
jerseys, t-shirts, hats, key chains. Anything with your name and
number on it, I have it.”

“Why?”

“I was so proud of
you. Even if you didn’t want to see me, to be my friend ever again,
I was going to support you. I-I was there when you played your one
game.”

“You were?”

“Yeah. I waited
outside to see you, but you were…umm…occupied.”

“Fuck. I’m so
sorry, Alex. If I’d seen you, I…well, I don’t know what I
would’ve done, but I know I would’ve been so happy. Even if I
didn’t show it.”

He turns me around to
face him. We’re both on our knees as he looks into my eyes. “I
love you, Miles.

“I love you, too. You
were wrong about something you wrote in the baseball card album.
Those cards weren’t the most important thing to me, then or now.
You are. I’m going to show you that for the rest of my life if
you’ll let me.”

“Are you asking me to
marry you?”

“Would you say yes?
Even after everything?”

“Yes. I would.”