Alexander“It seems you and Xander have been close a long time, Carter, since you both share almost the same brain cells.” Evangeline chirps.I knew she was going to comment on that identical statement me and Carter made: “To be liked by Evangeline.” It’s something we came up with years ago when someone who couldn’t stand either of us suddenly started treating us with a bit of kindness.I look up from my plate, my eyes meeting Carter’s uncertain ones. He raises a brow, I offer him an imperceptible nod.I don’t know why he’d need my permission to strike up a conversation with my wife.His throat moves with a swallow as he swallows the remaining bit of food in his mouth. “We’ve known each forever. Ever since we were teenagers.”I laugh at the memories.Angel wipes down the corners of her mouth before setting down the napkin and turning to Carter with a smile. “Really?”“Yes.” He answers, “Alexander was the weird rich kid. And I was the cool not so rich kid. He needed a backbone, I neede
AlexanderThe morning comes to me in bits and pieces.Soft light filters through the unclosed curtains. A moan sounds close to me, followed by steady shuffling.My core pulls tight, ripping a groan from my throat. Warmth wraps around my cock, a wet warmth that squeezes me in and stretches.“Fuck,” I grind out, tugging off the duvet to look down.Evangeline lies on her side, her ass pressed up against me, my dick shoved deep into her cunt as she rides out her orgasm.This woman has a stamina on her. Not that I’m complaining.My hand instinctively falls to her waist, guiding her pace. She throws her head against my chest, a loud cry escaping like I’ve helped her reach her pleasure point. Her body trembles violently as louder cries leaves her.Her wall squeezes me tighter, I bury my head into her hair and inhale her scent; maybe to muffle my moan.She curls her fingers into the sheets.I curl mine tighter against her waist.She jerks.I jerk.She moans.I grunt.We reach a pinnacle toge
Evangeline“I want you inside me, Xander.” “Say that again, baby.”“I want you,” I say breathlessly, “inside me…” I rub the tip of my nose against his cheek. “I can’t hold it anymore. I need you…”His breath shudders against my mouth. For a second, he remains unmoving as though soaking in my words. Like he’s trying to remember this moment for the rest of his life.“Are you sure?” he asks.“Very… very sure,” I tell him. “Just don’t stop telling me I’m beautiful.”“Never,” he whispers, immediately fusing his lips with mine and kissing me. Deep. Slow. His tongue slides against mine, his teeth nibble my bottom lip. He sucks it into his mouth, pulls away and then releases with a pop.“Turn around,” he whispers, voice barely hanging onto control.My heart skips. My body obeys.I turn slowly, my pulse ticking at the base of my throat, every nerve beneath my skin wound tight with anticipation.Alexander’s body is warm and solid behind me as he presses his chest into my back and curls an arm
EvangelineHis skin is warm against mine.His fingers are trembling against my skin.Every inch of my skin now burns red from Alexander’s mouth-ly worship. A moan rumbles in my throat, my fingers tightening on the mass of dark hair sprawled over my abdomen as Xander’s kiss lingers on my pelvis.Storm-grey eyes catch on mine like magnets.I shudder.The last time Alexander had me in this position, I was just Evangeline, a girl he took back to his hotel from some club.Today, four months later, I’m his woman, the mother of his child, and his wife.So much can change in a short time.He trails his lips down my thigh while he kneads the other hand.Our gazes meet.He smiles. “Do you know what I want to do to you, Angel?” his hand dips between my thighs, grazing my pussy as he kisses his way to my feet.“Xander…”“I want you toes in my mouth, baby,” his voice is pleading.He starts to plant soft kisses on my toes, one after the other until all ten of them. I moan, physically trying not to
Alexander“Morning!”My steps fall short by the bathroom’s door.When I woke up to an empty bed, I’d imagined Evangeline decided, between my breakdown last night and this morning, that she no longer wanted to be with me and left. But seeing her now, bright and happy with a breakfast tray in hand and her bump visible in that see-through night-dress she’s wearing, I can’t explain the relief that zaps through my body.This is my woman.My family.“You’re staring, Alexander.” She says on a playful tone.I give a small smile as I close the distance with a measured stride and take the tray from her, setting it down on the center table. “I thought you left,” I say as I straighten.Her brows shoot up, lips puckering to the side. “And why would I do that?”“Because—”“You snore in your sleep and it’s annoying?”“I do not,” an embarrassed smile splits my lips.“Yes, you do.” She says.“I do not… I just cried a lot last night and my airway blocked.” It feels equal parts weird and exhilarating t
Alexander“Lunch was intense.”Evangeline stirs in my arms, tilting her head to the side to get a better look of my face.We’re sitting at the balcony of her apartment, and watching the night sky, because I couldn’t bring myself to spend any time away from her.“I’m sorry you had to sit though that, Xander,” her voice is sincere.I drop my gaze to her face, giving her a slow smile. “It’s fine… I’m not upset.”“But?” she quirks a brow.I almost chuckle out of amusement. It seems this woman is starting to know me too well.“I’d like to know why.” I confess.With an exhale of a heavy breath, Evangeline looks away from me and back at the sky as she presses herself closer. “I wanted to see if you’d drop your head and cower… like you do when it’s your family scrutinizing you.”My fingers tremble. “And?”“You didn’t cower, Xander, which proves my point.” she responds, voice firm and sits up, fully turning to face me, tucking her feet between my thighs and wrapping her arms around her knees.