“Talk to me.” Alex grabbed my hand.
“Just promise me you won’t do anything permanent in case you change your mind later.” I let her keep hold of my hand, but now I couldn’t look at her.
“Jace, I’m young. Too young to be a mother.”
“Well, crisis averted then,” I spat out bitterly.
“Wait, so did you want it to be positive?” Alex looked at me incredulously.
“Well, I didn’t not want it to be positive.”
“So, it is a deal breaker!” She pointed at me.
“Alex, all I meant was that if the test was positive, I’d absolutely want our kid.” My anger was rising with each minute, and trying to hold it in was proving very, very difficult.
It was all I could do to stop myself from blowing up.
“Oh Jace,” Alex moved over to the couch and slumped into the cushions.
Looking at Alex crumpled against the pillows, knees pulled up to her chin, her face agonized over the pregnancy scare, I realized at that moment that it was over.
She was young. She hadn’t figured out her life yet.
And neither had I.
I crossed the room and sat next to her on the couch, put my arm around her and tucked her into my side. She buried her face in my neck, and I kissed the top of her head about a thousand times in a row.
“When are you going back to Europe?”
“Day after tomorrow,” she muttered into my shirt, her hand absentmindedly traced my tattoo on my shoulder and arm.
“Okay.” I was resigned, I just needed to soak in whatever I could in the time we had left. So, I hugged her tightly.
“Did you hurt yourself?” She had discovered the outline of my new bandage.
“No. I had a surprise for you.”
“What is it?” She sat up and pulled the sleeve of my T-shirt up over my biceps revealing the clear protective layer over my new art.
“I’ll just show you.” I peeled off the bandage revealing the addition to my Viking compass and dragon. An intricate, abstract, vibrant red poppy woven into the knotted design, with slashes of black and white.
“Oh, Jace.” Alex’s delicate, slender finger hovered over the design. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”
She turned her face to mine, her blue eyes shone with tears again. A single drop rolled down her face into her flowing hair. She climbed into my lap and flung her arms around my neck. Knowing that we would soon say our goodbyes, probably for good this time, I choked back a sob.
It escaped anyway.
Clutching her to me tightly, I cried into her blond tresses while she raked her fingers through mine. The wetness of her tears spilled down my neck.
I took her face in my hands to look at her in the eyes. “Let’s not be Ty and Zoey. Stay with me tonight, but don’t fucking ghost me tomorrow.”
Alex let out a guffaw and smiled. “Never.”
“I need to be inside you.” I touched my forehead to hers.
Alex cupped my face and stroked my cheeks with her thumbs, wiping away my tears. I’d never cried in front of a woman, no one had ever had the power over me to make me feel this devastated.
I was pretty sure that no other woman ever would.
Our lips met tentatively with barely any pressure, just softness. Intimacy. My arms snaked around Alex’s back so I could cup her head and increase the intensity of our kiss. When my erection grew stiff against her thigh, Alex straddled me, and I could feel the penetrating heat of her core against me. Gripping her ass, I stood and pulled her flush against me. She wrapped her legs and arms around me while I strode across the room and carried her to my bedroom.
In quick succession, I plopped her down on my bed, divested her of her boots, jeans, and T-shirt, and tore her tiny blue bikini panties off her. She scooted up the bed to rest her head back against the pillow while I shed my clothes and tossed them in a heap on top of hers on the floor.
Taking a moment to appreciate the perfection of her beautiful, sleek body, I devoured the sight of her honey-gold hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and smooth, silky complexion down to her pointed brown nipples and glistening pink, hairless pussy. The white outline of her bikini against her tanned bare skin was from our time in Italy. My already granite-hard dick lengthened at the memory.
I crawled up the bed and hovered over her. Moving my weight to one arm, I placed her hand on my thick cock, intertwining our fingers so we could stroke it together. My eyes rolled back into my head at the pleasure. When I placed both hands back on the mattress and lowered my head and captured her mouth with mine, she kept up the pace on her own.
“Ohh—Mmm,” Alex breathed, her hand tightening on my cock when I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, swiped my tongue into her mouth, and devoured her. My hips thrust into her as we kissed, my dick driving into her fist, which held me tight like a glove. When she spread her legs and shifted, her pelvis tilted so that she could slide her wet pussy along my thigh.
Knowing that this could very well be our last time together, I really wanted to take things slow. To make the moment last forever. I wanted to savor her. What I wanted was in direct opposition to what I needed. I was a dude in a barrel going over the waterfall.
A sexy whimper escaped her lips when she ground against my leg. I kissed and suckled all along her jaw and down her neck and feasted on her perky breasts, laving her nipples with my tongue as I lined my cock up against her opening.
With my arms taut on either side of her head, I slid into her inch by inch, until my entire cock was buried inside her. Alex pressed her palms onto my chest and dug her heels into the
