I Borrowed His Ring, He Borrowed My Heart

Chapter 5: Not Again!

Alexander McQueen's POV

I was trying to sleep on Bieber's couch, but it was proving difficult.

I was alone, without chocolate, although I did checked the area for any remnants.

I wore only my boxers and Bieber's robe. Bieber was nowhere to be found.

This was the situation I had created for myself: an eligible bachelor now engaged to a woman I desperately longed to touch and be with.

But look where I saw myself. Worst still, it was my own choice, my own decision. One made in a moment of misguided nobility as I deferred to her supposedly righteous and dashing fiancé.

While it may not have been entirely appropriate to make advances toward another man's woman while the man wasn't looking, I could’ve justified it at least once. I could've looked the other way just this once.

Thoughts of Bieber flooded my mind, particularly the memory of her licking chocolate off me……..

Frustrated, I punched the pillow, shifting around for comfort and reflecting on past times spent on her couch.

I recalled a moment when we had dozed off together while she helped me study for a Medieval History exam, but that had been my couch, and I hadn’t even realized we had fallen asleep until waking up next to her the following day.

I smiled as I remembered her horrified reaction when she woke up, blushing and eager to escape, making me promise not to tell anyone.

"But you know, Bie," I murmured into the dimly lit room, "if I had the chance, I might have tried harder to stay awake, and when you were all cozy, convinced you to linger a little longer."

To stay. To let me kiss her. To allow me to make love to her right on that old, worn-out couch in our shared basement.

However, dwelling on what could have been was too painful at the moment.

Sofas were challenging places to sleep, and as I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, I realized it would be a long night, especially with Bieber just down the hall, tucked warmly in bed.

Just as i started to drift off, I heard her voice calling for me. "Xander? Xander? Are you awake?"

"I am now," I replied, opening one eye to find the room was quite bright. "Is it morning already?"

"Yeah, but your clothes are still wet. I brought your pants out so you could feel—"

As she held the pants out in front of her and was giving them the once-over, she got her leg caught in one pant leg and stumbled, falling right onto me.

“Oof,” she said, lifting her head to meet my gaze, her body pressing against me in a way that was all too tempting. I held her tight, not wanting to let go.

"At this rate, we might as well start calling you Xander instead of me,” I joked.

"What a klutz," she murmured. "I’m usually not like this."

"I know," I replied, feeling her start to squirm as she attempted to get up, which only worsened the situation.

A strand of her hair brushed across my chest, and her small hand slid over my hip, sending an electric thrill through me.

“Uh, maybe you should.…” I stammered, initially wishing to cool things down.

However, as i adjusted to support her against the back of the couch, I inadvertently shifted our positions, and suddenly, I was on top.

"Xander, can we...?" She started to say, but I didn’t want to hear her question.

With her warm body pressed against mine, I could sense her rising desire, just as strong as my own.

The closeness made it hard to think or breathe. And I couldn't be someone who held back when the moment beckoned.

Not again.

I instinctively acted, without needing to think twice.

In just a few inches, i leaned down and kissed her—fierce and passionate.

All the frustration from the previous night surged as i kissed her more intensely than i intended to, exploring her mouth with utmost urgency.

But hell, she tasted heavenly….divine.

She wore a simple white cotton nightgown, far removed from the nasty black dress she had at the cabin in Lake District.

The cool fabric tangled between us, riding up her thighs and waist, while i felt the warmth of her bare skin as her leg wrapped around me.

I pushed the nightgown aside, kissing her shoulder, her collarbone, and the gentle curve of her breast, slipping his hand underneath her hip.

To my surprise, there was nothing underneath, nothing in my way—just soft skin. I stifled a moan.

I pressed my fingers against her soft, rounded backside, pulling her closer, trying to quell the sharp ache of my desire.

We were intimately connected, but it wasn’t enough, i wanted her completely. I need to have all of her.

Now.

“Bie?” I found her gaze.

She appeared dazed and bewildered, but she quickly nodded.

“Bieber?” I repeated.

Then we heard the front door to her apartment suddenly swing open.

We both froze.

“There you are, ma’am.” A male voice said politely.

“Thank you! What a lovely doorman you are. My son and daughter-in-law will be so grateful that you let me in,” another voice, a female cheerful one, answered from the hall. “Good morning! Is anyone home?”

I knew exactly what we must look like, tangled together on the couch, with Bieber mostly beneath me, her hair a wild mess on my pillow, and one bare leg around my waist.

Speak of compromising positions.

I quickly pulled away, yanked my robe shut, and jumped to the other side of the couch.

Bieber remained there, still dazed, so I grabbed her wrist and helped her sit up.

Then I reached back to adjust the strap of her nightgown, although I doubted that small fix of a little diversion would fool anyone.

One look at Bieber—disheveled, breathless, nearly hyperventilating, and it would be clear even to a fool that she had just had the ride of her life.

But she still looked stunning. Almost irresistible, good enough that i could easily pull her back onto the couch and never let go.

“Just dropped by to check on you,” Mrs Alexandra McQueen, the irrascible and most difficult mother of the universe….my mother poked her head into the living room, her golden curls and heavy cologne trailing after her.

Her bright eyes bounced between us as she came into full view and remarked. “And from the looks of you two, I'd say things are going just fine!”