Chapter 39

THIRTY-NINE

W e arrive at Alek's house in record time—I'm pretty sure he even dusted a cop that was chasing us—and he's out of the car within seconds, racing toward the door. I'm hot on his heels, both of us bursting in to find a trembling Alice sitting on the couch, pointing at some flowers on the coffee table in front of her. My brows furrow, adrenaline pumping through my heart.

"What is it?" Alek asks, covering the distance and gripping her face. His love and worry for his sister pour from him. "Alice, talk to me. What happened?" He practically shakes her, his voice demanding and high-pitched.

"The flowers," she whispers. "They were on the doorstep when I got back."

"Flowers . . . You're okay?" he asks. "Alice."

"I'm okay, just read the note." She seems to gather herself together. "I read it and freaked. I just wanted you home. I didn't feel safe."

Frowning, I stride over and take the note. "There's no delivery address, which means someone dropped them off," I observe as I flip the card open, my eyes widening as I scan the words. "Shit."

"What? What does it say? I swear if some freaky boy has some ideas—" He heads my way, looking over my shoulder, going silent as soon as he reads it.

This isn't some guy wanting to get in her pants.

This is a fucking stalker.

Alice, you looked so pretty today in the white dress. It's my favorite thing you have worn. I don't want others looking though. Don't make me jealous or upset. Look what I had to do to those boys who tried to take you from me.

Yours always.

"Oh, this is some freaking stalker shit," I hiss, and I hand the note to a furious Alek and head her way, wrapping my arms around her. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. We are here, and you're safe. We'll report it to the police right away. Don't let it get to you."

"He's watching me, whoever it is. He knew what I was wearing. And it sounds like he hurt those two boys on campus?" she asks.

I share a worried look with Alek. "It could just be a bluff, someone playing a prank and trying to scare you." I cup her face, wanting to reassure her. "But don't worry, you won't be alone. Whoever this is, Alek will hunt them down and kick their ass. You trust your brother to keep you safe, right?"

She nods, tears glistening in her eyes, so I brush them away and place a gentle kiss on her forehead. I like Alice, she's like a little sister to me, and I hate seeing her upset. "We both will. Don't worry."

I meet Alek's eyes over her head. He's furious, fisting the card, but he mouths, "Thank you."

I wink and hold her closer as he walks away to call the police. Whoever this is, joke or not, we have to report it. If what they said is true, then the person who murdered those two guys has set his sights on Alice.

The police were here for hours. They took the note and flowers away and left Alice with a contact number. I'm glad they are taking it seriously. I don't think they would have if it hadn't mentioned the two dead boys. Luckily, different officers than the ones who arrested me responded to the call, but I have no doubt they will find out and think I'm the one behind it again.

I'm exhausted, but we stay up with Alice since she doesn't want to sleep. She's curled up between us, a film playing on the TV. Alek's arm is behind her on the sofa, mine too, and our hands are linked behind her head, his thumb stroking along mine.

An hour later, she finally falls asleep, and Alek slowly stands, scooping her into his arms like she's a child before he heads upstairs. I follow and pull her comforter back as he lowers her into bed. We both tuck her in carefully, and I tap on her lamp in case she wakes up scared. We share a look over her head, a soft one, and then he offers me his hand.

"Come on, baby, time for bed."

Nodding, I take his hand, and at the door, we both look back. "She'll be okay," I say, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "She has you. Nobody would dare fuck with Alek Anders."

"Nobody but you." He smirks as he shuts her door.

Laughing quietly, I hold his hand as I walk backwards to his room, remembering the last time I was here. His eyes track me. "Very true, but I have a feeling you like it when I fuck with you."

"You have no idea, pretty boy," he growls as I open the door and step into his room. He kicks it shut behind him, his gaze predatory and dark.

Stepping closer, I lean up and nip his chin. "Then show me."

I go to step back, but his hand slides around my waist and presses against my spine, drawing me closer as he tips my head back and his lips slant over mine. "Shirt off, pretty boy. Let me see what's mine." He releases me as I pant.

Eyes narrowing, I step away. "This?" I tease, playing with the edge. "Ask nicely. "

His jaw grinds, and he practically vibrates as he resists throwing me down and having his wicked way with me.

"No?" I sigh, dropping it. "I guess I'll go to sleep then?—"

"Please, Evan."

"Good boy." I wink as I reach down and pull my shirt off, letting him get his fill of my muscular chest. His eyes narrow and his lips part as I drag my hand down my chest to my jeans and open the button. "These too?"

He nods silently, and I wait, my eyebrow arched. "Yes, please."

"Good boys get rewards," I say as I unzip them and shove them down, kicking them off. I'm in nothing but tight boxers. I fall back onto his bed, propping myself up on my elbows as I watch him.

"What rewards?" he asks gruffly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Me," I answer as I slide my hand into my boxers and stroke my length. He finally snaps, and I laugh as he storms across the room, but my laugh turns into a moan as he grips my hand through the material.

He holds my gaze as he leans over me. "Don't touch what's mine, pretty boy," he warns. "Hands up."

I do as I'm told, and he rips off his shirt and quickly ties my hands above my head, stretching me out as he leans back and devours me with his eyes like I'm a feast and he doesn't know where to start. My heart races with desire. Smirking like he knows what I'm thinking, he leans down and brushes his lips across my throat, leaving teasing kisses and licks before biting my Adam's apple as I moan.

Chuckling, he moves across my chest, his lips warm and teasing as they close around my nipple. I'm breathless as his tongue slides across my abs and stops at my waistband. His hand follows the trail his mouth took and then slides into my boxers, gripping my cock.

"There you are, pretty boy." His dark eyes watch me as I arch into his touch, thrusting into his hand. "I've missed this, missed you. Remind me whom you belong to." He squeezes my length to the point of pain, yet I love it. "Whose is this?"

"Mine."

"Wrong answer." He lets go and strips my boxers off, dragging his mouth up my leg until his breath blows over my cock. "Whose is this? "

I swallow hard, willing to say anything if it means I get him. "Yours, yours."

"Now who's a good boy?" he purrs as his mouth seals around the tip of my cock, and he sucks.

My back bows off the bed, eyes rolling back from the pressure. Desire courses through me, and I grip his shirt as I try to hold back.

Chuckling, he releases me and slides up my body, placing a kiss over my racing heart. "I wanted to take my time with you tonight, baby, but you're all wound up and needy, aren't you?" I nod, and he hums. "I guess I'll have to take the edge off first, and then I can play with you all night."

"Please, Alek," I beg, reaching for him, but he slams my hands back down.

"Keep them there. I'll make you feel better, pretty boy. I've got you. You know you only have to ask."

Leaning back, he quickly strips off his jeans, leaving him naked and oh so fucking beautiful. My eyes drag along every inch of exposed skin, but he doesn't give me nearly enough time to look as he climbs up on the bed. I jump when he quickly lubes his fingers and presses them inside me, working them in my ass as his mouth meets mine in a frenzied kiss. He fingers me as I groan into him, pushing into his hand for more, before he pulls them free, and then I feel him roll the condom on. His hands rove over my waist as I feel his cock against my ass.

Leaning back, he groans as he looks at me. "So fucking pretty, baby."

He presses against me, one hand lifting my thigh so it's up by his head as his other holds his cock and presses it against my ass. We are so close, our lips meeting as he leans down and pushes into me.

It's brutal and slow.

We are so close and connected. It's different this time.

This isn't just fucking. This is deeper.

He stretches every inch of me, filling me so deeply it's almost too much, and then he starts to move, slowly rolling his hips. I claw at my bindings, wanting to feel his skin as he presses my leg higher with each deep, hard thrust .

The bed creaks from the force, our breaths mingling. "You're mine, pretty boy," he states. "Alek's boy, you hear me?"

I nod jerkily. "Please."

"If anyone tries to take you away, I'll kill them," he promises against my lips. "You're going to be like this every morning and night—under me, over me, taking me."

Jesus fucking Christ.

He leans back, gripping my hips as he slams into me, forcing me to take him. My dick jerks in need, leaking all over.

"Goddamn, look at you. You're a fucking work of art, Evan Shaw," he praises, his dark eyes dragging along my body as he fucks me, tilting my hips until he rubs across that spot that nearly has me coming, and then he reaches up.

He rips off the bindings and his hands curl into mine above my head as we kiss once more, our rhythm speeding up as our bodies come together. His cock is so deep inside me, I know it will hurt with each step I take tomorrow, but it will be so worth it.

"My Evan," he says against my lips. "Mine, mine, all mine."

"Yours," I whimper, wrapping my legs around him, urging him to do more. His rolling thrusts have me rocking into him, desire shooting through me until I can't breathe.

My toes curl, my entire body locks up, and then with a yell muted against his skin, I come all over us. His cock jerks inside me, and then he hammers into me until his groans follow mine. His cum fills my ass as he presses me down to the bed, breathing heavily.

He opens his eyes, meeting mine, and then leans down, kissing me once more. "Mine, pretty boy."

"Yours," I murmur.