Max
I WOULD’VE LIKED to have said the scene that unfolded with Brischoff and Paulson imitated that of a crime thriller, but it was nothing of the sort, at least not the part I witnessed. I purchased a burner phone for Alina’s father, he got ahold of the loan shark’s number from his investigator and placed the call anonymously. Then I went to the meeting place at dusk, which was underneath the Springbanks Arch in Central Park.
I wanted so badly to tell that prick to enjoy the sun setting because it would be his last, but of course, I stayed out of sight. I only wanted to make sure the plan we’d concocted came to fruition. And it did. As soon as I saw Lenny Brischoff and two of his men walk up to Paulson, I smiled, knowing full well the man would never harm Alina again.
Although I was close enough to get a good look at the balding, tall, and slender man, someone I couldn’t picture Alina with, I wasn’t able to see his expression. Surely he’d been blindsided by who’d come to meet him. When they ushered him away, I walked in the opposite direction, pulling out my phone to call Alina.
“Oh, thank God!” Alina exclaimed, rushing into my arms the moment she opened her door. She’d clearly been worried. The crease between her eyes seemed deeper, and the downturn of her mouth made my heart skip a beat. Causing her any sort of anxiety killed me, but I’d had no choice. Rather, I had a choice, but it was to make sure she’d be safe from there on out. It had been a no-brainer.
“I told you I’d be fine.” I hugged her tightly, my chin gently resting on the top of her head while she continued to cling to me. “Maybe I should engage in dangerous activity more often,” I joked, which only served to earn me a slap on the chest.
“That’s not funny.” Unshed tears filled her eyes. “I was so worried about you.”
“What did you think would happen? Even if either one of them saw me, they have no idea who I am. I would’ve been just another guy strolling through the park.” I’d been able to pick them out easily enough because I knew where they were meeting, and because I’d seen a picture of Paulson.
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t ever want you putting yourself in danger again.” She wiped away a single tear as she looked into my eyes.
“I love you, Alina. I’ll continue to do whatever I can to make sure you’re safe, reputation and all.” I hadn’t planned on telling her I loved her in quite that way. Call me sentimental or a romantic or what have you, but I wanted to say those three words to her in more of an idealistic setting. Besides, we hadn’t known each other long, although it felt like I’d known her my entire life.
Silence ensued as we continue to gaze at each other, and as each moment ticked by, I became nervous. Did she not feel the same way? Did I utter those words too soon? Did she still have some residual doubts about my past and everything her father had shown her? Before I verbalized any of my insecurities, she spoke.
“You love me?” She seemed surprised by my confession.
“Of course I do. Do you not know that?” I placed a lingering kiss on her lips, indulging in the sweet taste of her mouth. “Do you not know I’d do anything for you? That I’d sacrifice my own happiness to ensure yours?”
Lifting to meet me, she snaked her arms around my neck and raked her fingers through my hair. Then she covered my mouth with hers, the softest flick of her tongue against my bottom lip, and already, I was as hard as stone.
“I love you, too. I’ve known it since the beginning but was afraid of saying anything for fear you’d think it was too soon.” Little did she know we shared the same fear. “So I’ve tried to keep my feelings hidden, but knowing you feel the same way has set my heart free.”
After she finished speaking, we became a tangled mess of limbs, one’s passion vying for dominance over the other.
After two hours of frantically trying to prove who loved who the most, we lay sated in each other’s arms, her head resting on my chest with my arm wrapped around her and holding her tightly. I always felt as if I couldn’t get close enough to her, as if she would disappear if I wasn’t touching her, and if I felt that way now, so early into the relationship, how would I feel in a year? Two?
With the pads of her fingertips, Alina traced the lines of my chest, her touch borderline ticklish. I even twitched every now and again, which only caused her to continue torturing me.
“You have such an amazing body,” she praised, kissing my neck before moving on top of me. “And I love that it’s all mine.”
“It is, is it?” I closed my eyes as she kissed along my jaw, nipping at my chin before continuing on to the other side, sucking on my earlobe before dragging it through her teeth. Goddamn, this woman drives me wild!
“Yup.” Her lips then moved down my body. She circled my nipple with her tongue before going lower, biting my stomach before moving even lower. She spread my legs, positioning herself between them, and took me into her mouth. She gently cupped my balls as she took me to the back of her throat, her tongue running up and down my shaft, switching up the pace just as I was about to tip over the edge.
“Fuck!” I shouted, gripping her hair to hold her in place while I thrust into her mouth.
“I’m in charge,” she chastised, a lazy smile telling me she was having fun.
“You can’t keep torturing me, woman.”
“Yes, I can. I’m getting you back for all the times you tormented me.”
I was going to ask for specifics, but she closed her lips around me again, flicking her tongue just below the head of my cock. I swore I could come from the sensation alone. She looked up at me as she brought me to the brink, winking when I popped free from her mouth.
“Do you wanna come?” she asked, all wide-eyed and innocent looking. She’s going to be the death of me for sure.
Without answering, I grabbed her arms and pulled her up my body, latching on to her mouth with a ferocity I’d never felt before. I needed to fuck her, not because I was teetering but because I didn’t want to waste another second of not being inside her.
My need was baser.
It was primal.
“What are you doing? I wasn’t done yet,” she pouted, frowning when I flipped her over.
“I can’t wait anymore,” I admitted, roughly spreading her legs. “Besides, you know I don’t like to come in your mouth.”
“You don’t?” She was being coy.
“No.” Leaning back on my haunches, I ran my fingers over her pussy. “So wet.” She shifted her hips before arching her back. “Tell me where I like to come.”
No response.
I circled her clit with my thumb while pushing two fingers inside her. “Tell me,” I demanded, curving my fingers until she practically shot off the bed.
“Oh my God! Yes . . . right . . . right there,” she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut while she rode my hand.
“Tell me right now or I’ll stop.” She knew damn well I wasn’t kidding. I’d done it before when she hadn’t given me what I wanted, refusing to let her come for hours. “Do you want a repeat of last time?”
“No . . . please . . . no.” Her breathing became ragged, her skin turning a gorgeous pink.
“I won’t ask you again.” My ministrations slowed.
“Pussy,” she finally responded, opening her eyes to stare directly into mine. “You love to come in my pussy.”
“Very good.” I withdrew my hand only to push inside her with one swift motion. It was as if the air had been sucked from the room, the feeling of being inside her like nothing else in the world. So tight. Warm. Wet. “I love you,” I confessed once more, setting a rhythm to both tease and treasure.
We explored each other until the sun came up, and it was only because I hadn’t eaten in over twelve hours that I reluctantly left the bed in search of something to eat, only so I could get back to ravaging my woman as soon as possible.