On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)
Chapter 15

Dexter

Sasha was a woman of needs and like other women, she made assumptions about me in that sassy little head of hers. Fuck, an explanation wasn't on the cards, but she was behaving like a child, splashing me with water and shouting. Nothing was going my way today and this fucking drama was stressing me out. Ever since that night, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I'd managed to oversleep today, waking up at seven, forgetting about my usual six a.m. workout altogether. I kept seeing her with that asshole in the corridor. I was still pretty fucked off that she had balls to ditch me for someone else straight after we had

sex.

"Bullshit, Dexter. I heard her; she said that you two were engaged," she said quietly, finally stopping her struggling, so I loosened up my grip. I noticed her blue bikini and her hardened nipples. Her magnificent tits were a throbbing reminder of that night in my apartment. When I was sucking on them I felt like I was conquering the world, her whole body. Hell, I wanted to have her again, hear her loud cries. What the fuck was wrong with me? I did enjoy repeat sex with the same woman, but no other had ever affected me this much.

"Barbie, you obviously didn't pay attention to anything I said. Dexter Tyndall does not do relationships! The bitch is blackmailing me. We aren't fucking engaged, so get over it!" I yelled, bringing her face closer to mine. We were only inches from each other. This wasn't a game any longer. Sasha was at my mercy and I had this huge urge to violate her mouth again.

I let her go, knowing that I couldn't force her to do anything. I was done with her if she wouldn't believe me.

"Why is she blackmailing-about what?" she asked, swimming away from me. She was going to make me work for it.

"Oh, so now you're fucking interested? It finally got into your head that I'm not a man that likes to be tied down?"

She looked lost and I was ready to dive underwater and give her a quick orgasm. I bet she would love it. Underwater sex sounded exciting. It was one the things that I hadn't yet tried-at least not yet. "You wouldn't trust anyone either if you found your girlfriend cheating with another man, not once but twice, right?" she asked, looking uneasy. This wasn't an answer that I was expecting.

I've fucked lots of women, but I'd never hidden anything from any of them. That wasn't my style. They all knew that I liked sex.

Her huge tantrum that morning and pouring fucking freezing water all over me-okay, so it all made sense now. More than just one fucker had betrayed her.

I swam to her again and brought my arms around her waist. She was reluctant, fought with me for a little bit before I made her look at me.

"You were the one that found a replacement fast enough. Who the fuck was that guy the other night?"

"Alistair, my co-worker, he had been asking me out for ages," she explained. My blood started to boil. She didn't need to know that I was raging inside, even thinking about another guy touching her sexy body. "So you thought that you could catch two birds with one stone right? Had a fuck buddy on the side and do the dating thing with someone else?" I challenged. She rolled her eyes. "We had sex Dexter, that's all. You didn't tell me that I wasn't allowed to date anyone else."

"Dating and sex that's two different things. We both know that no one will come close to making you come the way I have, so you might as well forget about dating other people. Our "session" was pretty hot and I wouldn't mind doing it again. I don't have a fucking fiancée, Sasha. Victoria is just some pissed-off woman that I had obviously been fucking for too long. We went to a party, but I don't remember what went on there. I woke up in the morning and she was lying naked next to me. My head was fucking blank."

She frowned, probably analysing what I said, taking short breaths, pretending like she wasn't affected by how close we were. I smiled wolfishly, wanting to stick my face between her tits. We didn't need to discuss why I behaved the way I did that night when she was going out with that asshole. My feelings weren't relevant at that moment.

"No fiancée or a jealous girlfriend of any kind?" she repeated.

"Told you, I don't do the girlfriend thing."

"I did enjoy that night in your bed, but then in the morning you were so angry when I tried to sneak out. I agreed to go out with Alistair that night because I was pissed off," she explained. "It pains me to admit, but you were right. You are great in the sack."

Something in my stomach turned and a shot of heat began travelling down to my fucking bones, spreading faster than a flash of light. I was getting turned on just by speaking to her and yet I'd already fucked her? I hated playing nice Dexter, but I liked that she wasn't afraid to say how much I'd pleased her the other night. Still, when she was angry she made me want her even more.

"See, I told ya, Barbie; women never complain and you talking about us fucking is a big turn on. Let's get out of this pool before I lose the rest of my control and violate you in here," I growled, reaching out underwater and brushing my finger over her sex. She flinched and looked at me with heated eyes. I was hard again and being in the water didn't help at all.

My finger slipped further under her swimming suit, but she quickly shoved my hand away and started moving through the water.

"I came here to do a few laps, Dex, so hands off!" she warned me, swimming away. We could play hide and seek all day long if she wanted to. I had all the time in the world.

I was lucky, meeting Sasha in her tight little bikini. I could simply pull on it and her rack would pop out. My lips would be sucking those pink nipples in no time at all.

"Shut up, you love being teased and fucked by me. I might be an asshole, Sasha, but I'm not stupid," I laughed, swimming next to her. She rolled her eyes at me, then put her goggles back on and started doing laps under water.

My cock was still a problem; anyone could walk in here. I was the fucking landowner and parading about with a hard dick amongst pensioners wasn't going to help me in any way. I started thinking about two dudes without clothes on and continued to swim. I pretended that she wasn't there, that I was alone. I told myself that if I behaved, she would let me fuck her later in my apartment. That was pretty much enough, because now I had something to look forward to.

Half an hour later I suggested a quick fifteen minutes in the sauna.

It was hot and steamy, but the best part was that I had Sasha there with me. I couldn't fucking stop staring at her beautiful tits, which made me throb with need like no time had passed.

She wasn't even my type, but my cock, as ever, had a mind of its fucking own.

Sasha

I agreed to the sauna, but when I sat down, I realised that I was locked in a small, steamy space with Dexter Tyndall, a guy that I was strongly attracted to, and suddenly this wasn't such a good idea. My breathing was shallow, my heartbeat sped up, and I was ready to get out after only a minute or so. He was sitting next to me with only a distance between us, but my body was still going through glanced at his boxers and cleared my throat.

"You're hard again, Dex. I mean, I haven't even touched you yet," I said, trying to break the tension that hung between us. Since the moment he had cornered me in the pool, I'd had streams of inappropriate thoughts passing through my brain every few seconds. I blamed it on him; every time he looked at me, it was like we were back in his apartment.

He looked down at his impressive cock and winked at me. "It's your fucking fault. Your bikini doesn't leave much to imagination."

"What? It's not really tiny or anything," I complained.

"That's debatable," he muttered, closing his eyes. "Distract me, Barbie. Tell me something about you, so I don't have to think about how much I want to fuck you right now."

I sighed, looking away. My mind had gone blank and he wasn't helping by stretching out on the steps with his amazingly hard and sweaty chest. "Tell me about Joey. He was my uncle, after all, and so far I don't know anything about him."

"He bought the place couple of years ago. I don't know why, but we got on straight away. As you probably realise, I don't usually get on well with many people, but he was patient with me, tried to talk to me. He suggested golf. I fucking hated it, but he insisted that I stick with it. Within months he turned me around and we started playing together. I fucking liked him, but he had to go and die on me."

I was staring at him, shocked that he admitted to that. I had to tell him about the letter, but this wasn't the right time. I didn't want him to get angry again. It was a real shame that I never met Joey; it seemed he was Dexter's good friend. I had to get it out of Mum what happened all those years ago, why she had never mentioned him before.

"He liked travelling," I said. "I found so many pictures in the drawer in the bedroom and I don't know what to do with them all. It's so strange; apparently he was my mother's stepbrother but I'd never heard of him."

"Yeah, it's baffling. Joey always insisted that he had no family. As far I could tell, I was the only person that he was close to. Maybe your mother is hiding something embarrassing. How about your father? Have you had a chance to ask him?" As he spoke he moved closer to me, his moist skin brushing against mine. It was like an electric shock passing through me, burning my skin with scorching heat.

"I doubt it; Mum isn't like that. She's been married to my father for over thirty years. Besides, Dad doesn't know much about her family either."

Tense silence stretched on for about a minute until he finally asked, "When is the next viewing?"

I felt beads of sweat running in a trail down between my breasts, disappearing down my abdomen.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, forgetting his question. He'd said something about the viewing. His body was so close and it was all too much. It felt like I was being pulled to him by a strong magnetic force. When I glanced at him, his eyes were on me again, heavy and filled with lust. I had never thought that much about sex, not until I started living here. Not until Dex.

He reached out and ran his finger over the swell of my breast, and my voice hitched in my throat.

"You're shit, I can't fucking trust you to behave," he growled, leaning over and tracing his lips over my arm. My mind was getting clouded and my body was shaking with anticipation. "Excuse me?" I breathed out, lifting my eyes to him.

"The distraction—it's not fucking working. I want to thrust my cock into you now and let everyone hear your screams."

"Bring it on, Dex," I whispered.

Why the fuck did I just say that? Good little Sasha didn't do this kind of thing. Thinking about sex in the sauna where anyone could walk in on us. This was stupid.

He stopped and brought his face closer to mine. "You may regret this, Barbie," he growled and then covered his lips with mine so eagerly that I was on my back within moments and he was pressing himself over my trembling body. The kiss took everything out of me, consuming me like a spreading fire. His hands dived under the bikini, and when I felt his fingers inside me everything became blurry.

"Good fucking, Barbie? Ha, you like being a dirty little slut, don't you?" he whispered into my ear and for some reason his words didn't shock me, only turned me on more. I wasn't the same person from a year ago. I wanted him to slide his dick deep into me until I lost the feeling in my limbs.

"Ahhh Dexter, I want you to fuck me now," I ordered, losing whatever reserve I had. I ran my hand over his hard cock. His head was in my cleavage; his teeth were pulling material away, nibbling and sucking my nipples. He'd flipped a switch deep inside my core, turning me into a river of desire. I moaned, moving my hand up and down his thick hard shaft.

His fingers were inside me, pulsing and thrusting. Everything stopped when he pulled away suddenly. He jumped off his seat, looking like a madman. His eyes were on fire, taking my body in.

I was disorientated, staring at him with shock. "Why did you sto-"

"I want you in my apartment in two minutes. Otherwise, I'll fuck you on the stairs or in the lift, where everyone will hear us," he said cutting me off, and then left the sauna.

Trying to catch up with my own breathing, I started pulling my bikini back into place. His raspy voice rang in my head. I shot through to the changing room and started putting my clothes on. Stupid, stupid girl. Dexter was a man of his word and if I wasn't upstairs in two minutes he was going to have sex with me outside, right in front of the concierge's office.

I decided to wrap myself in a towel, not wasting time on clothes, and ran to the lift. Thirty seconds later the lift was taking too much time, so I decided to use the stairs, running all the way to the third floor. I was taking two steps at the time, my chest was burning and I was losing half of my clothing on the way.

"Time is up, Barbie," he said standing in the entrance to our floor.

"What? You can't-"

He brought me to his chest and dragged us down to the floor, slamming the door to the entrance. It took me a second to realise that he was still pretty much naked, already wearing a condom, and I thought, this was going to be fun.00000000