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It was around ten o’clock at the lakehouse. Talia sat on the bed as Alex packed his bag, The two were silent, Talia feared if she spoke her voice would shake while Alex feared he would hurt the blonde’s feelings more.
“So this is it?” Talia mutters her voice shaky like she thought it’d be as she pulls her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around herself.
Alex stops packing and looks up at the gorgeous blonde he has come to be attached to. “No goodbye is forever,” Alex replies as he sits next to her.
“Don’t lie to me,” Talia tells him her eyes burning into his. Too many times she had been told goodbye, and too many times it had been the last word.
“I really wish I didn’t have to go,” He murmurs to her, tucking a piece of her golden hair behind her ear.
“It’s fine, really, I mean, a Higgins and a Feder, they don’t go together right?” Talia mutters, she hated herself more than she hated Alex for leaving. She had gotten attached, and now she would be the one to pay the price.
“Maybe the idea isn’t too crazy,” Alex shrugs, Talia unwraps her arms from herself and instead wraps them around the brunette, Alex pulls her onto his lap and holds her in a tight, protective embrace.
A quiet tear rolls down Talia’s face that she quickly wipes away, she had no reason to cry, she had barely met the man two days ago.
Small footsteps and a child’s cry pull the two away from each other as Becky Feder comes into the room tears rolling down her rosy cheeks.
“Beck?” Alex questions worried for his youngest sibling.
“What’s wrong, lovebug?” Talia asks opening her arms. The small child runs to her and wraps her little arms around Talia’s waist Alex rubs her back not knowing what else to do.
“There’s no Tooth Fairy, it was always Mommy,” she cries, the two adults glance at each other.
“No, there is a Tooth Fairy,” Alex assures the small girl as Talia pulls her onto her lap, wiping her tears.
“But Mommy said she was gonna put the dollar under the pillow, not the Tooth Fairy,” Becky sniffles.
“That’s because the Tooth Fairy told her to,” Talia answers “Sometimes the Tooth Fairy is really busy and can’t make it to every kid so she gives the parents the dollar and tells them to put it under the pillow for her,”
Becky looks up at the blonde “Really?” She mumbles.
Talia nods “Yeah, really,” she smiles softly “Go put your tooth under your pillow, have fun,”
Becky wipes her tears and nods before hopping off the blonde’s lap and running out of the room. Alex looks at the woman amazed she was able to calm Becky down so easily. “You’re really good with kids,” Alex compliments.
Talia shrugs “I was four when my mom told me the Tooth Fairy wasn’t real, then five when she told me Santa was just a myth for rich people to get richer.” Talia explains getting to her feet “Kids deserve to have childhoods and to believe in things,” the blonde says as she makes her way to the bathroom, she wants a nice hot shower to clear her head.
Alex stayed glued to the spot on the bed as he processed what Talia had told him. He wondered what kind of mother would tell such a young child that purposely.
His mind drifts back to Milan and Fashion Week. He and his mother had been planning for the event for months, and now he debated if he truly wanted to go.
If he went he could have the chance of meeting some of his mother’s bosses and potential clients for more modeling which would be a big help for him. But then he would have to leave the lakehouse, more importantly, he would have to leave Talia. He wasn’t so sure he was okay with waking up in Italy without a certain blonde snuggled up to him.
Before he knew it, Alex made his way to his parents’ room, he was going to tell his mother he was to stay. He knocked quietly on the door and heard a faint “come in” to which he opened the door.
His mother sat on the bed with a pained look on her face “Hey, mijo,” Roxanne greets her son, forcing a small smile.
“Becky is fine mom, Talia talked to her, and he still believes in the Tooth Fairy,” Alex tells his mother sitting beside her.
Roxanne lets out a breath as she looks down at her hands that sat neatly in her lap “You should have seen her little face, she was heartbroken,” she tells him “I can’t believe I just did that,” the brunette shakes her head, her daughter’s sad expression imprinted into her mind.
“Everyone makes mistakes, you’re still a great mom,” Alex tells her, Roxanne looks up at her eldest and puts her hand on his cheek.
“How did I get so lucky with you?” She smiles softly.
Alex smiles, he had always been a mama’s boy his entire life, he would kill for his mother. She was the most important person in his life to him. “I was raised right,” Alex replies causing Roxanne to laugh lightly as she nods removing her hand.
“That you were,” she agrees “Did you need something?”
Alex had almost forgotten what he came in here for as he nodded “It’s about Milan…I don’t think I want to go,” Alex worded his sentence carefully waiting for his mother to try and talk him into going.
But she didn’t, she instead nodded “It’s Talia isn’t it?” She questions watching her son’s face carefully.
Alex clears his throat and jumps from the bed “You know what, nevermind I think I’m gonna go to Milan, I mean it is Fashion Week and we’ve been planning this for-“
“Alex,” At his name the brunette fell silent and looked at his mother who had a soft smile on her face. “I called Dominic, he’s taking your spot in Fashion Week,” she tells him.
Alex’s face twists in confusion “Why?” He questions, his mother lays her hands over his one and squeezes it.
“Because I can’t stand what you’ve become,” she replies, Alex’s brows twist in confusion, what did she mean by what he had become? He wasn’t an alcoholic or unreliable, he was dependable and a good worker, what he had been raised to be.
“I don’t understand,” He tells her.
“It’s been years since I’ve seen you this relaxed and calm. You overwork yourself and forget to live like you are twenty-one, being here, you’ve acted more like yourself. I haven’t seen you make a business call once these past two days, and it makes me happy.” Roxanne tells her son.
Alex listens to his mother and realizes she was right, he had barely even thought about Fashion Week or making sure everything was perfect since he’d gotten here, since he met Talia. “Are you sure you won’t need me in Milan?” He questions.
Roxanne smiles and nods and moves her hands off of his “We’ll be fine,” she promises.
Alex nods and stays still before getting up and kissing his mother’s cheek “Thank you,” he tells her before making his way back to the bedroom. He could still hear the shower running he glanced over at Owen’s cot to see both the pillow and blanket gone, he must be sleeping somewhere else tonight.
With that in mind, Alex got an idea, he stripped his shirt off his body as he made his way to the bathroom. The brunette was surprised, yet pleased, to find the door unlocked. He quietly opens the floor and locks it behind himself, his body being encased in the steamy, hot, air. The mirrors were fogged along with the shower door where he could see the blurred outline of Talia cleaning herself.
A rush of excitement rushes to his groin, he felt like a teenager after seeing their first pair of tits. Quietly, he dropped his shorts and boxers throwing them in the hamper before opening the shower door and stepping inside.
Talia bit back a grin as she felt a pair of strong, soft hands grip her bare hips as she continued massaging her shampoo into her scalp. She had purposely left the bathroom door unlocked, hoping Alex would come, almost expecting him.
Alex’s hungry gaze falls down her back to her perfectly round ass. The soap from her hair was falling down her back and her ass. The sight was perfect to Alex. He moves his hands up, purposely running his fingers over Talia’s breasts causing a soft gasp to leave her and her nipples to harden under his light touch.
The brunette takes his hands and wraps them around the blonde’s wrists, moving them down to sit by her sides before tangling his fingers into her hair and massaging the shampoo into her scalp. “I can do that,” Talia tells him, her voice breathy.
“I want to do it,” he replies his voice raspy, Talia squeezes her thighs together, biting her lower lip as she lets him wash her hair.
Alex helps Talia rinse the soap out of her hair and grabs a rag, lathering it in her soap that gives her the fresh cinnamon scent that he loved so much.
He comes up behind her, his erection pressed against her lower back. Talia gasped lightly, she’d never felt someone so big. That scared her as much as it excited her. Alex drags the rag to each breast paying extra attention to the hardened buds. He then moves it down to her right hip washing her outer thigh. Talia’s breathing was uneven as her mouth hung open.
She felt embarrassed that his washing her turned her on so much. That was something Alex seemed to bring her when they were being intimate. She went from being bold and wild to embarrassed and submissive, and that’s what she loved about him.
He took what he wanted from her without asking, calling her such degrading things, and made her do things -like riding his face- that she’d never even dreamed of doing with another man. Yet after he was done doing all this he held her and cuddled her.
Alex dropped his mouth to the blonde’s neck and nibbled at the sensitive skin, Talia stood on her toes, using her hand to push his head closer to her neck. A soft moan falls from Talia’s mouth as Alex drops the rag in his hand and cups her most intimate part.
“You left the door unlocked, was that on purpose?” Alex hums his mouth now on the spot below her ear. Talia nods not able to verbally respond, Alex smirks against her skin “Dirty girl,” he rasps in her ear “Did you hope I would come? Do you want to be fucked?” He questions his voice teasing.
Talia nods and Alex’s other hand falls on her ass gripping the doughy skin roughly causing her to jerk. “I want to hear you say it,” he demands biting down on her neck hard enough there would definitely be marks tomorrow.
“Yes, I wanted you to fuck me,” Talia breathes out quickly, Alex grins at her response and slips a finger past her slippery folds, shoving it into her. Talia’s moan is swallowed by the sound of the water running as she lets herself fall back against Alex’s chest.
He fingered her roughly, adding another digit causing the blonde’s eyes to roll to the back of her head. Her head fell against his shoulder as her hand reached back and tangled into his brown locks.
Alex couldn’t take his eyes off of her, her chest heaving as the water ran down her breasts, her mouth gapped open as her eyes were closed the look on her face pure bliss. He felt a twang of jealousy twist in his stomach as he realized he probably wasn’t the first man to do this to her, to see her like this.
His fingers still inside her causing a whiny moan to leave her lips. “Do you remember your safe word?” He questions her.
“Cherry,” she whispers back, a surprised yelp leaves her as she’s picked up and carried out of the shower. Alex set her down on her feet and pressed her against the bathroom counter so she was bent over it before slamming his full length into her drenched core.
A scream leaves Talia’s pink lips as she squirms underneath him, she wasn’t used to a man his size so she felt pain, but she didn’t want him to stop. The pain mixed with her pleasure made her higher than any amount of weed could. She was high off of Alex.
Alex pounded into the blonde fast and harshly. He wanted to wash out any man that had gotten Talia before him, since he knew this was physically impossible he resorted to fucking her better than any other man had. He enjoyed it, feeling her tight cunt squeeze around him as cries of pain and pleasure left her mouth.
“You’re such a good whore,” he praises her gripping her hair tightly, Talia moaned in response squeezing around him as she put her hands against the mirror for support.
“A-Alex,” his name came out as a quiet moan. She was close, Alex knew this.
A harsh slap comes to her left cheek causing her to gasp as Alex yanks on her hair harshly. “We both know you can be louder than that, Lia,” he tells her slipping his hand between her legs and applying pressure to her clit with his middle finger.
“Fucking hell,” Talia groans her head falling against the counter as she moves her hips to match his thrust and so her clit moved on his finger.
Alex hums in her ear “Is this what you want?” He rubs his middle finger in rough circles on her clit causing her to let out a desperate whine as she nods.
The brunette shakes his head and tsks at her as he picks up his finger’s pace, “Nasty whore,” he growls as she reaches her high, her arms and head fall limp against the counter as Alex pulls out of her, his warm seed painting her back.
Talia pants for air as Alex uses one of his hands to make sure she won’t fall while the other grabs a rag from a drawer. He wets it and uses it to clean her back gently. When he’s done he throws it into the hamper and picks her up bridal style looking at her red and exhausted face.
“Was I too rough?” He questions, concern lacing his tone as he turns the shower off.
Talia shakes her head that wouldn’t move off his chest “I’m your nasty whore,” she slurs with a wink and smirk before closing her eyes.
“And my pretty girl,” Alex hums lightly, kissing her temple and he carries her to the bed, he lays her down and grabs a pair of his boxers and one of his T-shirts, carefully dressing her. He then throws a pair of his boxers on and climbs into the bed. He lays down beside her and pulls her body to his, kissing her forehead. She smiles in her sleep and his heart flutters as he tangles one of his hands in her blonde hair. “Sleep well, sweetheart,” he mumbles his eyes feeling heavy. He falls asleep to the sound of Talia’s gentle breath.
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