On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

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.

tell me that I wasn’t allowed to

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

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

or a jealous girlfriend of any kind?” she

I don’t do the girlfriend

tried to sneak out. I agreed to go out with Alistair that night because I was pissed off,” she

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

of my control and violate you in here,” I growled, reaching out underwater and brushing my finger over

swimming suit, but she quickly

swimming away. We could play hide and seek all day long if she wanted to. I

and her rack would pop out. My lips would be sucking those pink nipples in no time at

laughed, swimming next to her. She rolled her eyes at me, then put her goggles back on and started doing

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

I suggested a quick fifteen minutes in the

me. I couldn’t

my type, but my cock, as ever, had

Sasha

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 small distance between us, but my body was still going through turmoil. I glanced at his boxers and

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

winked at me. “It’s your fucking fault. Your bikini doesn’t leave

tiny or anything,”

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

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

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

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

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

close to. Maybe your mother is hiding something embarrassing. How about your father? Have you had a chance

been married to my father for over thirty years. Besides, Dad doesn’t know