Fifty-one: come to me with open arms

Alec

My eyes study the wood of my father's desk as I sit in the chair across from him, Instead of being in a room with my father I'm in a room with my boss. I guess you can say it's always been like that though. He's never been my father, just a man who relies on me to take the gang of all the fathers before him and make it great.

"So you have been dicking around while I've been gone instead of taking care of what I left you with?" My father's stern voice agitates my ears, I'm barely able to keep my eyes from rolling back.

I meet his piercing eyes for a split second before leaning forward, "I've done everything you asked."

I'm used to being the one getting the short end of the stick, it's been that way all my life. My brother's grades were perfect, he had excellent manners growing up. My parents constantly praised him. It's not much different for my sister, just add on being the youngest child and the only female.

There's a saying I heard from somewhere, "I bear it so they don't have to," That's how I feel when it comes to this gang. My brother didn't want to take on the role and neither did my sister, so it fell into my hands.

"One of our members is dead, there's a random girl using our resources, and Jared is still alive." My father spats back, his eyes looking over the mess of papers on his desk he had left for himself a few months ago before his trip.

"Emaline died from her ex-"

"It happened under your watch." He cuts me off.

There's a thickness that hangs over us, darkening the room.

"I was inside dealing with an order." Which is the truth, there was a big shipment I had to take care of that day, I couldn't have my eyes everywhere.

"Un-grit your teeth." My father demands.

Only with his words do I realize  I've been unconsciously gritting my teeth. I loosen my jaw before collecting words.

"I didn't fail with your time away, things go wrong, you of all people should know that." My eyes meet his again, this time I have the lead.

Things go wrong, referring to the time he had cheated on my mom ten years back with one of the escorts at our club. My mom found them in bed together, it was the cruelest time in their marriage, I still don't get why she stayed.

After a moment of silence, he demands me to get out, which I gladly do since it's midnight by now and my eyes are heavy.

I walk down the silent hall, my mind immediately realizes that most people are asleep right now, which probably includes Temperance. I'm halfway tempted to turn into my room before I realize that Temperance doesn't want to see me at this moment.

She has the audacity to kick a gang leader out of his room, how mockingly funny that is since she knows I'll never inflict harm upon her.

I walk down the hall, counting the doors until I get to the room I'm staying in. As I place my hand around the doorknob my ears twitch as I head a knob turn. I stay in place, letting my hand rest on the knob as a familiar creak greets my ears. 

I turn my head back to where my room is, looking at Temperance who seems almost embarrassed to be standing in front of me in pajamas. 

"Cupcakes?" I point out her flowy shorts that are covered in purple cupcake designs.

She stays silent for a moment, "I... couldn't sleep." 

My hand turns my knob, opening the door as my eyes stay on Temperance, relieved she's speaking to me after two days of not answering her door.

"Do you want to come in?" I ask her, stepping away from the door as she shifts her weight. Without words she nods her head, I wait patiently, watching every step she takes toward me, it's obvious she's nervous.

I look away from her body as she turns into my room, not daring to disrespect her by sizing her body up. At any other moment, I wouldn't have hesitated to take a look, but unfortunately, we are on bad terms right now.

I wait a few moments for her to get settled on the edge of the bed before I step into the room. Her eyes meet mine before she looks away, and the door closes behind me.

"I... I don't know if this is too late but... I didn't mean what I said to you." She starts.

"You didn't mean what?" There's no doubt in my mind that she's talking about hating me, I only want her to tell me in a sentence that she doesn't hate me.

"I... I don't hate you, Alec." Something falls over the room as I walk towards her, my eyes looking at her glossed lips.

Her eyes glance towards mine before switching her view to my lips, "I like you." She states. 

I sit beside her on the bed, glancing at the wooden door in front of us, trying to get rid of the lust that's in this room.

I don't want to scare her off, but I do want her.

"Can you look at me?" Her small voice pleases my ears and I turn my head toward her. She looks at me for a second before leaning forward, closing her eyes as her lips touch mine. 

Out of shock, I stay still before I respond with the kiss, my hand hesitantly touching the back of her neck, deepening a kiss that she had started.

One question rings in my mind, 'does she want this'?

I pull away, a string of saliva breaking between us, my eyes scan her pink cheeks, listening to her deep breaths.

"Is this what you want?" I ask, my finger moving her hair behind her ears.

She looks away for a moment, like she's thinking, "Yes."

She wants this but should I do this?

She scans me, her face twisting as she reads my mind, "My memories of... sex... they are bad. I want to replace those... with you." As she says the words she looks away from me, her cheeks continue to redden.

I feel a sense of relief as my heart begins to flutter, I lean towards her as she lays back, her arms wrapping around me, pulling me over her.

Her fingers run through my hair, making my scalp tingle as my tongue explores her mouth. She tastes like she just drank some sort of herbal tea.

My hands touch along her sides, slightly finding an opening under her clothes to place my hand on her bare skin. My mouth parts from hers and I go down to her neck, gently kissing her warm skin as her scent entangles me.

I press my lower body against hers as I get harder. I hear her breathing hitch as worry starts to fall over me, wonder if I scared her. I almost pull away before her hands pull my hair, keeping my mouth on her neck.

I take that as a sign to keep going as I gently pull down her pajama shorts down to her thighs. I pull away from her neck, sitting up and pulling the thin cloth off her legs. 

"I...I'm embarrassed of how it looks." She tells me as I pull off her thongs. I look into her eyes, feeling her fear of me thinking that her area is ugly. I haven't spared it a second glance yet.

"Can I... look?" I ask her. If she says no I would understand and continue with whatever she wants me to do, as long as she is happy.

She slowly nods and I look down at her sex, completely shaved. She's an innie but I can still see some pink flesh poking out.

"Can you use your dick instead of your fingers?" Her request almost shocks me, who doesn't like foreplay?

"Are you sure?" 

She nods again, sitting up and messing with the seam of my sweatpants before pulling my shaft out. Her eyes linger on it for a moment before she collects the spit in her mouth, spitting on the head. 

I pull off my shirt as her saliva drips down my shaft and onto my balls. 

"Can I take yours off?" I ask her as she looks at my bare chest.

As soon as the word yes leaves her mouth her shirt is thrown across the room, revealing her clean skin. Her boobs are perfectly rounded with the best color of pink for her hard nipples.

She doesn't let me stare any longer as she drags me back down to her, whispering into my ear for me to make her feel the pleasure she craves.

With my lips going back to her neck, I slide myself inside of her.