I love you too

I love you too
I threw my head back and tried not to scream again as he stretched me so fucking good. He was careful not to be too rough, but I knew he was fighting to urge to fuck me like he used to. It was rare when he didn't grab me tightly around the throat and hip while he fucked me senseless, but he couldn't do that now.




He leaned forward, taking my nipple back into his mouth as his hips continued to fuck me with the perfect rhythm.




Opening my eyes, I looked down at Alexander sucking and flicking his tongue over my nipple as he thrust deep and hard. His dark hair was a mess from my hands, and his strong, tattooed back flexed with each thrust.




"Alexander," I cried out, wanting him to look at me. I wanted to see him. I needed to see him.




He finally looked up at me with his aqua-blue eyes filled with such love, such passion that I wanted to cry from the overjoyed feeling bursting at the seams inside of me. We held eye contact as he pushed his cock in deeper, biting his bottom lip.




"Alexander........" i had so much to say to him, but at this moment, I could only think of one thing. "I love you."




His thrust faltered for a split second as he stared into her eyes with confusion, guilt, and knowledge as he pumped harder and faster, making my world go fuzzy again.




"Mine," he growled as he leaned in and buried his face into my neck, pumping until his entire body tensed his orgasm.

I threw my head back and enjoyed the ride as her own orgasm exploded across my entire body, my skin sensitive, my vision going blurry, and my breath catching in my throat as I allowed my orgasm to run its course.




We stayed in this position as we tried to catch our breath. Alexander's face was still in the crook of my neck, his body resting on top of mine as his cock was still deliciously hard inside of me.




Then he stepped back, pulling himself out of me as the sensation of emptiness consumed me. I watched him pull his jeans back up around his hips and zip them back up as I slid from the dresser. Pulling my tank back up over my breasts and shoulders, I hated that he wouldn't look at me. We had just shared a third beautiful moment together and he wouldn't even look at me.




"I'm going for a smoke. You can join if you want to." He grabbed a fresh pack from the bag he brought in earlier and walked toward my door, turning to look at me.




"No, I'm just going to lay down, I think." I kept my voice quiet, but as strong as I could.

What the hell was that all about? Did telling him that I loved him scare him? Hell, we shared a beautiful night together before I left, both of us finally confessing our love for one another, yet he stood there being all weird and awkward about it. Did he not love me anymore? It made sense that he wouldn't. After all, I left him without a single word the very night he told me he loved me. That would hurt anyone's ego, but especially big and bad Dusty Parker's ego.




I slid into bed and waited for Dusty to come back to bed, but he never came back before I closed my lids and fell into a deep sleep.




ALEXANDER'S POV




I took the final drag of my cigarette before stomping it out under my foot, slumping down in the patio chair behind me. I was feeling completely sated and relaxed, but I was on the edge all at the same time. Melissa Dunkens could do that to me, and I didn't know what that meant for us.




She had told me that she loved me. She still loved me. But I didn't understand why that bothered me so much, or why I freaked out and had to get away from her. Wasn't that what I wanted? But then again, she was the one who ran away. What would stop her from leaving again?




No, I wasn't going to be stupid again. I was going to guard his heart this time until I knew what Melissa Dunkens truly wanted. Obviously, it would hurt if it wasn't me that she wanted, but if I guarded my heart, it wouldn't be such a loss this time, would it?




I threw my head back and looked up at the stars in the sky. I was surprised to see this many in the heart of the city. There was nothing like sitting outside in the night looking up at the stars. My mind drifted back to Melissa and I desperately wanted to know what she wanted. What were her dreams? Where did she see herself? Was it with me? With someone else? Living somewhere else? I still didn't have any answers and I wasn't going to get any unless I picked my ass up off this chair and went inside to her.




But when I got back to her bedroom and shut the door quietly, I noticed she was in bed lightly snoring. She was out like a light. I slid my cut off and set it on the end of the bed on the little bench, kicked off my boots, and undressed to my briefs before I slid into bed next to her. She smelled so fucking good and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her and pulled her close, but I didn't want to wake her, and I definitely didn't want to hurt her.




So, I just laid there and looked down at her sleeping like a baby as my eyes roamed over the cuts and bruises, putting a nasty feeling in my gut. I was going to kill the son of a bitch who laid his hands on her, even if it was the last thing I ever did. I had no idea what I was getting myself into out here, but I knew it would be worth putting myself in unknown danger for the woman I loved.




Yes, I still love her. I would never stop loving her.