I don’t fuckin’ think so. That shit’s not about to happen. Faith is gonna stay with me and I’m not going to let her out of my sight. Not a–fuckin’–gain.
I open my mouth to inform Faith of this; however, Lyrica beats me. “Fine, but just so you know I’m doing this under protest. I’ll be back first thing in the morning.”
Great.
“Okay, Ly,” Faith murmurs as she moves to the back seat to help Alec out of his car seat. With it being late he was zonked out, the portable DVD player I’d gotten him from the store before we hit the road on the seat next to him along with his activity table. I wanted him to not be bored the entire trip, so I made sure he had several cartoon movies I let him pick out along with some other things.
“Here, baby, let me get him,” I say stepping forward and guiding her out of the way to pick Alec up into my arms.
“Come on, Lyrica, I’m tired and want to get in my bed. Lucky you I have a spare room with a bed in it so you don’t have to sleep in mine,” Fuse declares but something in the way he states this confuses the hell out of me.
“Whatever,” Lyrica snaps as she moves to my brother. I don’t bother waiting for them to leave, instead I grab hold of Faith’s hand and pull her along with me while carrying Alec in my arms.
I only let go of her hand when we get to the porch. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my keys, find the one I’m looking for and open the door. I step into the house and wait for Faith to follow. My eyes go to her as I turn holding the doorknob in my hand. She seems apprehensive about stepping over the threshold.
“Baby, the house isn’t gonna bite you,” I mutter.
“Right,” she whispers and quickly steps inside.
Closing the door, I lock the door and move toward the stairs. “I’m gonna go put Alec in his bed.”
“His bed?” she asks.
Glancing back at Faith, I find her still standing by the door. “Yeah, ma fée, his bed,” I state and turn my attention back to taking my son to his room. A room he should have been in all this time. If not for my stupidity he would have been.
I make it to Alec’s room to find Tiny outdid herself in getting his room set up. A single size mattress on one side of the room with a motorcycle comforter on top of it with a teddy bear in a cut laying against a pillow. There was even a guard type thing on the side of the bed to keep Alec from rolling out. On the other side of the room sat a battery powered kid’s motorcycle. Two dressers took up the other walls and a nightstand sat directly next to the bed with a lamp, again with a motorcycle designed into it.
I’m going to owe that woman big for doing all this for Alec.
I walk across the room, pull the covers back, and gently lay him in the middle of the bed. I sense Faith before I see her as she steps next to me, leans down to cover Alec up as she kisses his forehead. Yeah, my woman is definitely one fuckin’ great mom.
Taking her hand, I pull her from the room and take her directly to ours.
“Alex,” she murmurs in protest as I close the door.
Pulling her into my arms, I don’t waste another minute in doing something I’ve been dying to since I did it this morning.
Claim my woman’s mouth.
Chapter Nine
Faith
With Alex’s lips against mine, I close my eyes and let all thoughts, of what Lyrica and I discussed on the way down, go. I decided to allow myself this one moment in time to just feel.
Wanting more of him, I slide my hands under his shirt and press them against Alex’s torso feeling the contours. Needing this moment, I let myself have it. Alex has always been the one for me, even if he broke me. I need him more than ever right now as my body calls to him.
A moan fills the room when Alex deepens the kiss, slides his hands down to cup my ass. Lifting me up off the floor, I have no choice but to pull my hands from between us to cup each side of his face as our tongues continue to dance.
Alex moves us to the bed, climbs up, lays me down, all without releasing his hold on my body. Things from there become frantic as I tear at his clothes as he does the same with mine, our mouths only break from each other’s when our shirts are removed.
My leggings are the next thing to go along with the button on Alex’s jeans being undone and the zipper pulled down. I slide my hand inside them in order to grab hold of his thick cock. Pulsing and leaking ready to take me. Moaning, I stroke his length, only to protest when he grabs my hand and drags off his jeans while lifting his mouth from mine, leaving me panting for more.
“Fuck, ma fée, please be ready for me cause I can’t wait any longer to sink into that tight pussy of yours,” Alex growls, running a hand down my chest, further down my stomach, to cup me where I crave his touch most.
“Alex, please,” I mewl, needing more than him barely touching my entrance.
“Fuckin’ soaked, baby,” he groans, removing his hand and my back arches as the tip of Alex’s cock slips into my entrance. A tinge of pain grips me when he pushes further. “Shit, Faith, you’re tight.”
I moan as Alex continues to fill me with slow movements until our pelvises are touching. “Alex, I love you but
