Chapter 129 Caught Red-Handed
Alex: POV
I stared at Daniel through the car window, my heart hammering against my ribs. Busted.
Completely fucking busted. His expression was a mix of triumph and curiosity as he leaned down, hands braced against the door frame of my car.
"Alex," he said, his voice deceptively casual. "What are you doing here?"
My mind raced for a plausible explanation. "I, uh... I think I accidentally hit your car." I gestured vaguely toward his bumper. "Sorry about that. I can call someone about getting it fixed."
Daniel's eyebrows shot up. "Really? That's what you're going with?" He glanced back at the minimal damage, then returned his gaze to me, eyes narrowing. "You were following me."
"No, I wasn't." The lie sounded pathetic even to my own ears. "I was just... driving in the same direction. Pure coincidence."
"Your place is in the opposite direction, Alex." Daniel's voice dropped lower, more dangerous. “You're a terrible liar, Alex."
I gripped the steering wheel tighter, searching desperately for a way out of this humiliation. "Look, I'll pay for any damage. I'll call a repair service right now."
"Stop bullshitting me." Daniel's patience was clearly wearing thin. "Why were you following me?"
I stared straight ahead through the windshield, unable to meet his eyes.
The truth was too embarrassing to admit. I had followed him because I needed to know if he was taking that drunk guy home for... intimate reasons.
When I saw him deliver the guy to another man's apartment, I'd felt an overwhelming sense of relief, followed immediately by confusion about why I cared so much.
And then, like an idiot, I'd continued following him anyway.
"Your driving was erratic," I said finally. "You were all over the road. I was concerned."
Daniel let out a short, bitter laugh. "My driving was perfectly fine until I deliberately tried to shake you off my tail." He straightened up, crossing his arms. "Why don't you try again? Why were you following me, Alex?"
The silence stretched between us, heavy and uncomfortable. I could feel sweat beading at my temples despite the cool night air.
Daniel leaned down again, his face closer to mine. "You know what I think? I think you can't let go."
"That's ridiculous," I snapped, finally looking at him. "You're the one who showed up at my apartment uninvited."
"And you're the one stalking me after claiming you want nothing to do with me." His eyes glinted in the streetlight. "Face it, Alex. You can't stop thinking about that night in the desert. About how it felt when you were inside me."
My face burned hot. "That's not—I didn't—"
Before I could stammer out a coherent denial, Daniel grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me forward, his mouth crashing against mine.
For a moment, I was too shocked to react. Then, to my horror, I found myself responding eagerly.
My lips parted, my body remembering the taste of him, the feel of him.
When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with desire, his breathing slightly ragged. "Your body remembers," he whispered. "Even if you won't admit it."
I stared at him, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst through my chest. 'Fuck. What an absurd reality.’
The unmistakable hardness in my pants confirmed what my brain was desperately trying to deny—I wanted him. My body had made the decision for me.
"Get in the car," I said, my voice barely recognizable.
Daniel's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What?"
"Get in the passenger seat." I was already reaching across to open the door for him. "Now."
He hesitated for just a moment before sliding into the seat beside me. "Alex, what are you—"
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into another kiss, this one deeper, more deliberate. When I finally broke away, we were both breathing hard.
"I don't know what the fuck is happening to me," I admitted, my forehead pressed against his. "But right now, all I know is that I want you."
Daniel's eyes searched mine, a mixture of hope and wariness in them. "Are you serious? Because if this is some kind of game—"
"I'm serious," I cut him off, holding his gaze. My heart was racing, but for the first time in weeks, my mind felt clear. Whatever this was—attraction, confusion, temporary insanity—I needed to see it through.
I put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb, looking for somewhere more private. The tension in the small space was electric, Daniel's presence beside me both comforting and terrifying.
"There's a lookout point about five minutes from here," Daniel said quietly. "Turn right at the next light."
I followed his directions, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. Neither of us spoke as I navigated through the quiet streets, finally pulling into a secluded area overlooking the city lights.
The moment I put the car in park, Daniel's hand was on my thigh, his touch sending sparks through my body.
I turned to him, and our mouths found each other again, hungry and demanding.
His hands slid under my shirt, exploring my chest, my stomach. I gasped against his lips when his fingers brushed my nipples. Everything felt heightened, electric—so different from my failed attempt with Mia.
"Backseat," Daniel murmured against my lips. "More room."
We awkwardly maneuvered ourselves into the back, bumping heads and laughing nervously before settling with Daniel straddling my lap. The position brought our bodies flush together, and I could feel his hardness pressing against mine.
"Fuck," I breathed, grinding up instinctively.
Daniel groaned, his hands gripping my shoulders. "Alex, are you sure about this? We can stop—"
I silenced him with another kiss, my hands working at the buttons of his shirt. "Don't stop," I whispered. "Please."
His shirt fell open, revealing his toned chest. I ran my hands over his skin, marveling at how different it felt from a woman's body—harder, more defined, but no less exciting.
Daniel pulled my shirt over my head, his eyes drinking in the sight of me. "You're beautiful," he said softly, his hands tracing patterns on my skin.
I felt desired in a way I never had before. When his mouth found my neck, kissing and sucking gently, I tilted my head back with a moan.
"I've wanted this for so long," Daniel murmured against my skin. "Wanted you."
His confession sent a thrill through me. I reached between us, palming him through his jeans. The hardness I felt there, the heat—it should have repulsed me. Instead, I was desperate to feel more, to taste more.
We fumbled with zippers and buttons, laughing when Daniel almost kneed me trying to get his jeans off in the confined space. But then we were both down to our underwear, our bodies pressing together with only thin fabric between us.
"Wait," Daniel said, reaching for his wallet. He pulled out a condom and a small packet of lube. At my raised eyebrow, he shrugged. "always be prepared."
I laughed, the sound breaking some of the tension. "So you just carry those around hoping to get lucky?"
"No," he said, his expression suddenly serious. "I started carrying them the day after the desert. Just in case you ever changed your mind."
The admission hit me hard. While I'd been running from what happened, he'd been hoping for a second chance.
Daniel's eyes darkened with intent as he held the condom, his voice a pleasing husky rasp that sent shivers down my spine.
"Let me do this for you," he said, leaning in closer like a sly little fox.
His beautiful fingers—long, elegant, and so damn flexible—deftly tore open the wrapper, and without hesitation, he shoved my underwear down, freeing my aching cock, which was straining desperately for his touch.
Wrapping those skilled fingers around the base, he began stroking me slowly, his grip firm yet teasing, making me throb harder under his expert ministrations.
"God, you feel amazing," he murmured in that pleasing husky rasp, his flexible digits working up and down my length with smooth, practiced motions that had me groaning already.
Watching him handle me like that, his beautiful fingers flexing and curling as they slid the latex over every sensitive inch, I couldn't help but think: ‘Does he still want me to fuck him? Doesn't he want to fuck me instead?’