“It can’t be!” Noah’s shouting voice pierces through, making me jump and accidentally hit Alex in the nose.
“Shit, Noah!” I exclaim, looking at him. He stares at us, stunned, and judging by his appearance, he’s already drunk.
“I can’t believe it!” he squeals excitedly and starts jumping. I roll my eyes and laugh. “You son of a bitch, I thought you were lying to me!” he exclaims, shaking my shoulders. In the next second, Alex pushes him away, almost causing Noah to fall.
“Don’t you ever lay a fucking finger on her again,” Alex growls, his voice low and menacing. Noah’s eyes widen.
I grab Alex’s arm and pull him toward me. “Daddy, calm down,” I murmur, noticing how tense his jaw and muscles have become. “Alex, this is Noah, a friend from school. He’s gay, and he likes you… He likes you,” I laugh, and Alex’s reaction is priceless.
Noah grins from ear to ear and winks at Alex, who gulps and tightens his grip on my waist.
“Pansexual,” Noah corrects me, and I roll my eyes. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Gray,” he says, extending his hand toward Alex, who awkwardly shakes it. “But don’t feel special because I like you-I like everyone, actually.” He shrugs. “Everyone is sexy in their own way. I consider myself quite open-minded, which is great because I can have sex with anyone-any race, color, religion, sex, whoever. I don’t have a ‘type’; everyone is my type,” he says with a wink, laughing.
“You have some pretty weird friends,” Alex whispers to me, nudging my shoulder and glancing at Noah.
“Well, I’m leaving. If you want to have a threesome, let me know. It’s been so long since I’ve had one, and it would be really exciting,” Noah says enthusiastically. My eyes widen.
“See you later!” he shouts and leaves.
I glance at Alex, who is staring at the ground, wide-eyed and surprised.
“Your ice is melting,” I say, bringing him out of his thoughts as I notice the whiskey glass he ordered earlier sitting on the bar.
Alex shakes his head, grabs the glass, and downs it in one gulp. He orders another drink and pulls me closer by the waist. I look up at him.
His hair has grown out, and he’s a bit fuller now. When I first met him, Alex was almost all muscle. Now, he’s gained a little weight, but I love him just the same. I can tell his facial hair is starting to grow back, and I wonder how he’ll look with a beard.
“You should grow your beard,” I murmur, stroking his face. He drinks his whiskey and looks at me, confused.
“Just as an experiment,” I suggest. “You never let it grow even two millimeters, and that’s unfair. You should give it a chance,” I insist, and Alex shakes his head.
He stares at me for a few seconds, and I feel like I might faint because of how sexy he looks. My mind drifts to imagining him naked, on top of me, inside me, fucking me hard. I can almost feel the pleasure he gives me every time-his hands exploring my body, his lips kissing me…
“Are you okay?” Alex asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nod quickly.
Heat spreads through my body, and a chill causes me to squirm slightly.
“Even with this lighting, I can tell you’re blushing. What’s wrong?” he teases, a smirk playing on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I bite my bottom lip and cross my legs, feeling my inner self beg for release. I gasp softly when Alex’s hand brushes against my bare waist. He leans in, his lips trailing kisses from my collarbone to my neck and jaw.
Every kiss, every touch sends waves of emotion through me.
“Did the mice eat your tongue?” he asks playfully. I shake my head and look at him.
“Sex,” I whisper. He frowns. “I want sex,” I say, more boldly this time.
For a moment, Alex looks confused, but then a sly smile spreads across his face.
“We’re leaving,” he says.
Grinning from ear to ear, I grab my drink and finish it in one go. I notice the pink glass has some words on it, and as I squint, the letters seem to blur and shift.
“Candyflip,” I exclaim.
Alex looks at me, confused, and I show him the glass. “I want another candyflip,” I tell him, pointing at the letters.
Alex cups my face in his hands, and I gasp at the warmth of his touch. His skin against mine feels like magic.
“Shit,” he growls, and I close my eyes.
Alex intertwines his hand with mine, and it feels like we’re two universes colliding. His hand is cold, mine is warm-together, we achieve a perfect balance.
“Have you realized that we complement each other?” I ask dreamily, but Alex ignores me, focused on walking. “You’re cold, and I’m hot. You’re anger, and I’m calm. You’re black, and I’m white. You’re yin, and I’m yang,” I murmur. Alex stops walking, and I take the opportunity to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. “Our hearts beat at the same time,” I whisper. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “If we were part of the universe, we’d be an eclipse-a total eclipse of love,” I say.
I hear Alex chuckle softly. “Because we’ll never go wrong as long as we’re together.”
He caresses my cheek, and I close my eyes, letting out a soft moan.
“Are you singing *Total Eclipse of the Heart* while having an orgasm because I touched your cheek?” he teases, and I gasp.
“Please, fuck me. Fuck me here,” I beg.
I cross my legs and bite my bottom lip. Alex sighs, running a hand through his caramel-colored hair-the hair I love to pull when he pounds into me.
“Shit, I’m pretty hot,” I mutter.
“We’re going home,” Alex says, grabbing my wrist. For a moment, I feel a twinge of disappointment that it’s his hand leading me to the car and not handcuffs typing me to the bed.