Jesus Christ. How the hell did I get to this point?

I watched Eileen step into my house, Angela in her arms. I should have let her go home, but witnessing her break down had broken down a part of me. So instead, she ended up at my house. I didn't ask anything afterwards, though the curiosity was killing me. I wanted to know the history and what she'd been through but I couldn't force her. The way she held onto me when I found her told me that she need an anchor to hold her down.

I was determined to be that anchor.

Addie was already asleep and Lucas was probably at a bar like he typically was. I, on the other hand, was exactly where I wanted to be.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked her after laying Angie down.

"No, thank you."

I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore. Before, the dullness in her eyes bothered me to no end. Now, however, I wished the desperation in them would leave. I pulled her to my chest while we sat on the sofa in silence. She didn't need any words being spoken, she needed comfort. Her head rested on my chest while her hand was firmly held in mine.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, squeezing my hand. "I know that you're probably not used to all this drama, all this shit. I'm sorry that you had to witness that, I didn't ever want you to see that."

"I'm glad I was there." I placed a kiss on her head, knowing good and well that she would counter what I had said.

"It hurts."

I shut my eyes at her statement. It wasn't necessary for her to speak the words, the pain in her voice was enough proof as to how she was feeling. I raged, wishing I could have done anything, everything to take her pain away. I had placed the blame on her father during a brief argument I had with him, but I soon realized that they were both just as fractured.

Whatever happened between them had ruined their relationship beyond repair.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Here; everywhere. It won't go away," she said, placing her shaking hand over her heart.

I cupped her face in my hands, kissing her lips. She didn't fight it, she leaned into me, clinging to me as if I was her lifeline. I wanted her, there was no doubt about that. I wanted her happiness, I wanted her brokenness. I wanted to heal her so I showed her the only way I could.

I kissed her until we were breathless, until she could feel just how much she meant to me. She had invaded every part of my soul and being, and I knew that even though she didn't say it, she needed me as much as I needed her.

It wasn't about fucking anymore, it wasn't just her body. In fact, it wasn't her body at all. For the first time in my life I wanted someone not just physically, but every part of her.

"Smile for me," I murmured.

She did.

"You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. Just remember I am here for you, regardless of what happened, I don't care. I will always be here, do you understand?"

"I understand, but it isn't pretty."

"It doesn't matter, Eileen. Just remember that I'm here."

Eileen nodded in understanding before leaning in for another kiss. It was timid, innocent, just like her. A soft blush covered her face, and I chuckled. She was different from anyone I'd ever been with. Even with her lack of experience no one could compare to her.

"I want to shower," she said after a moment. "I feel dirty."

I took her hand, guiding the way to the shower in my bedroom. I wanted her in my arms tonight so she'd feel safe. Perhaps it was selfish, to want her near me when she was the one hurting, but I felt no shame in that. I had never brought a woman to my bedroom. It was always a hotel room or their place. I wanted Eileen to be the first.

You know when you make a decision out of impulse? You know you shouldn't do something because you know it won't end up right, yet you do it anyways?

Well, I heard the water running and the temptation grew tenfold. I walked into the restroom, removing my clothes as I did. I knew that more than likely I'd ended up with my dick cut off by a razor blade, but nevertheless, I stepped into the shower.

Eileen turned around, her naked body staring back at me in all its glory. Every curve on her body was the definition of perfection. I'd seen many women but none as beautiful as her. I knew I wasn't hiding how badly I wanted her, there was no way that I could, but she didn't do anything other than stand there.

"I can leave if you want me to," I murmured.

Part of me hoped that she would tell me to leave. Things were already complicated between us and I didn't want them to get worse. If sex somehow got involved, things would get messy and I wasn't a fan of messy. I never did messy. It was always sex, one night and then it was over. The feeling in my gut told me that it wouldn't be the same with her.

So I wanted her to tell me to leave.

"Stay."

Closing the shower door behind me, now I stood directly in front of her. I saw her throat move as she swallowed. I pulled her into my arms, hugging her naked body to mine. We stood there, letting the water wash away the silent tears that I knew she was crying.

Trying to help her relax, I poured some shampoo in my hands and asked her to turn around. She did so as the water cascaded down her body, making me ache in a way I thought was impossible. I ran my hands through her hair, shampooing every part of her scalp. I didn't miss the shivers that, despite the hot water, formed on her skin.

Weeks without fucking, where my hand was doing thr job and now i had to hold back while she was naked in front of me.

Alex Jr. is not happy.

I rinsed her hair out, making sure it was free of soap before turning her around. Her perked nipples were evidence enough of what my touch had caused in her while my dick was hard, desperate for her.

I leaned down, taking her lips in mine, savoring her taste. She didn't hesitate and kissed me back as though her life depended on it. In that moment, I knew, I just fucking knew, there would be no turning back. Her breasts pressed against my chest, skin to skin, bone to bone. Her tongue searched for mine and they danced together, traveling to a world in which there was no one else but us two.

My hands roamed south, taking her ass in my hands, giving a firm squeeze that caused her to whimper softly. I was losing my control. My lips were now kissing her jaw, her neck that was so inviting. She was enjoying it. I could tell by the way her head fell back, leaving me more access and by the way her breathing had changed.

I didn't dare let my hands travel anywhere else. Not until she told me that this was what she wanted.

"Let me make you feel good, Eileen," I said, grazing her parted lips. "Let me show you how good this could be."

Her breathing hitched slightly as I traced her lips with my thumb. For a moment I was sure that she was going to tell me that this was a mistake. That moment never came. Instead, she nodded before answering.

"Yes, Alex."

It was then that I knew, the women in my past didn't matter. No one before her mattered. I was fucked. The woman I was noe carrying to my bed, she was everything.

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