Chapter 11
Recker glanced at Alex. Her jaw was set in that stubborn-ass way that told him she was done being ordered around. He smirked, but it disappeared quickly when her stomach rumbled. He could scent hunger on her, and it was so intense that it was bordering on pain now. He didn’t know what pissed him off more, the fact that she wasn’t taking very good care of herself or the fact that he felt compelled to do so.
In town, he pulled his truck to a stop outside one of his favorite Italian restaurants. When he stopped and shut off the engine, Alex slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head off the headrest. She looked out the window then frowned at him. “What are we doing?”
“Eating,” he answered simply before climbing from the truck and circling around to pull her door open. Alex didn’t budge though.
“Didn’t bring my purse.”
Recker reached into the truck and lifted her out even as she squirmed in his arms. “I got you. My idea, my treat.”
He set Alex on the curb, and immediately she jutted out her chin and opened her mouth. He clamped a hand over her mouth and hissed, “Jesus, woman! Do you have to fight every damn thing? It’s dinner and talking. Period. Don’t go making it into a war.” When her eyes narrowed suspiciously, he lied, “I’m starving. Haven’t eaten all day, so can we please just grab some dinner together so I can interview you?”
When her expression relaxed he lowered his hand. “Thank you.” Motioning toward the restaurant, he said, “After you.”
Inside the restaurant, they were taken to a booth. When the waiter arrived, Sam tried to order a cup of soup, but Recker wasn’t having it. He nixed her order, much to her displeasure, and ordered them both a ravioli platter with a side salad for Alex because he knew chicks dug that shit.
The waiter brought their Cokes and a basket of warm breadsticks, and without asking, Recker dished two onto Alex’s plate and pretended not to notice how quickly she devoured them before he dished her out two more.
Over the mountains of their cheese and spinach ravioli in marinara, they talked. It was nice, it was easy, and the more Alex ate, the more her scent changed from one of painful hungry to one of contentment. It made Recker proud that he’d done that. He’d taken care of her. It was one of the reasons he didn’t push her anymore to talk about her family right now. He was enjoying Alex’s light mood.
Across the table from him, Alex leaned back against the cushioned seat and moaned contentedly, rubbing her belly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this full in my life.”
Recker’s eyes dipped to her plate. She hadn’t even eaten a third of her food, which meant her stomach must be damn small to be full so fast.
Waving down the waiter, he requested a go-box for Alex. She smiled at him appreciatively.
“This was nice. It was a first for me,” he blurted out and then wished he hadn’t when Alex stilled in her task of scraping her food into the styrofoam box.
“What is?”
He looked out the window. “Having dinner like this.”
Alex set her plate down and blinked at him. “You mean…with a woman?”
He felt his cheeks singe.
“Recker Rhodes, are you telling me you’ve never taken a woman on a date?”
He frowned at Alex. “Why are you being so loud?” He glanced at a nearby table.
“Oh. My. God! Recker Rhodes, I popped your dating cherry.” Alex clapped her hands excitedly. “I’m so excited. Was I gentle? Did I go slow enough?”
Recker rolled his eyes and dropped some money on the table before standing. “Come on, woman.”
Alex shoved her arms into her coat and snatched up her go-box chasing after him. “Recker Rhodes you never dated any of those she-wrestlers? Not even once?”
He snorted a laugh. “There were no she-wrestlers.”
Outside, he opened the passenger side door for Alex. She didn’t get in though. Instead, she turned to stare up at him all gape-mouthed.
He rolled his eyes again, “What?”
“Recker Rhodes!” Alex swallowed hard. “Are you a virgin?”
Recker let his head fall back and shook it slowly with a muttered, “Why me?” When he lowered his head, he growled, “Woman, get your ass in this truck before I make you do it.”
Alex scrambled into the truck, shoving her go-box on the dash. She didn’t even flinch when Recker slammed the door on her shouted, “It’s okay to be a virgin” tirade.
In the driver’s seat, he started the truck and tried to block out how all the way back to her apartment, Alex was giving him sex advice and telling him how to “do it”.
When he finally put his truck in park outside of her apartment, Alex was belly rolling with laughter. It pissed him off. Honestly, did he give off a virgin vibe? Glancing at Alex, he moved before he could stop himself. One second she was sinking in her seat in a fit of laughter and the next he had her up over the console and straddling his lap before he gripped the back of her neck and sealed his mouth over hers. Alex gasped, and he took advantage, plunging his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her hard and in mere seconds, Alex was melting against him, her own tongue tangling with his.
It took all of a minute for Recker to realize what dumb idea it had been. His dick was hard in a blink, and when Alex ground her pussy against him, he had to inhale sharply and clench his stomach muscles to keep from coming in his own jeans.
He broke the kiss with a little smack and panted against Alex’s lips before declaring, “Alex, you better get your ass outta this truck before…” He couldn’t even finish it. Just making the threat of fucking her in his truck had his balls drawing up tight in anticipation.
Alex got it though because she drew in a breath and scrambled back over the console, snagging her go-box on the way out of the truck before offering a hasty, “Th-thank you for dinner.”
Recker watched her hustle up her stairs and tried not to stare at her ass. He failed completely and let a growl rattle his chest as his inner beasts demanded he follow her up and fuck her raw.
Damn. Little Alex was turning out to be more trouble than he could handle.