On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Chapter 38

Sasha

I wasn’t feeling well on the plane, my head was spinning and I started getting cold sweats halfway

through our journey. It was a short flight and I was already missing Barcelona. I loved the sun, the

parties and wild fun and no moody Dexter that could make me crazy. We hadn’t been on many holidays

because of his demanding work schedule. He knew how to spoil me, but he didn’t have to work that

hard. We both earned enough to enjoy ourselves.

He woke me up with breakfast in bed very early this morning. Last night I had drunk at least four

glasses of sangria and then I danced, until Dexter insisted on going back to the room. My head was

banging, and on top of that, I had a dodgy tummy. I didn’t say anything to Dexter; he was already in

one of his moods. The holiday was over. Now it was the time to get back to reality.

Once we landed, it took ages to get us through passport control. There was a long queue ahead.

Dexter was already scrolling through his phone, checking his emails. It was late October and the

weather in Edinburgh was terrible. The rain was pouring from the sky. All I wanted was to get back

home and sink into our comfortable bed. After standing in line for about half an hour, Dexter’s phone

started ringing.

“It’s Rob. I need to take this,” he said. I just waved my hand. I wasn’t feeling well. I didn’t want to be

sick in front of him and all these people in the queue. We had way too much fun in Barcelona, or

maybe it was the food that I ate on the plane.

“Tyndall,” he answered, a bit more aggressively than usual. It turned out that Robert needed Dexter’s

help with one of the projects that they had been working on for the last several months. I was used to

this by now. His business took up a lot of his time. It took another half an hour to get outside.

“I shouldn’t have told him that I was back today. There is a problem with one of the clients and he

wants me in,” he explained, pushing the trolley with the luggage.

“Just go. I’ll take the next taxi and make us dinner for later. We still have a whole weekend together.”

“Leave the suitcases at the concierge. I’ll pick them up when I come back,” he ordered. “I want you to

be in bed, naked and ready for me when I step through the door.”

He kissed me, pressing his mouth over mine greedily, caressing my tongue with his. The kiss curled my

toes and sped up my heartbeat.

“Don’t be too late; otherwise I might be asleep already,” I teased him.

“Whatever. You can’t get enough of my cock, Sasha.”

He picked up his bag and strolled back towards the door. Ten minutes later I was in the taxi, driving

back to the Grange. The nausea came back as we were arriving at the complex, and I felt a little dizzy.

My parents were visiting us next week and I was looking forward to catching up with them. Since Dex

gave me the apartment next door, I used it as crash pad for my family and new friends that I had made

in the hospital.

Duncan from concierge helped me with the smaller carry-on luggage, and by the time I walked through

the door I felt exhausted. My stomach revolted. I ran to the bathroom and threw up the food I’d eaten

on the plane. I blamed the alcohol last night and the hectic holiday. We should have gone to Maldives

and lay on the beach for two weeks. That way I would have felt more rested.

I ran the tap and washed my face, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. My tan looked

awesome, but I felt like crap. This sickness should pass by tomorrow, and once I had a good night of

sleep I would probably feel like myself again.

I started looking in the cupboards, searching for something for my stomach, when I spotted my tampon

box that I bought a couple of weeks ago. In my head I started calculating weeks. All of a sudden, my

heart stopped because I realised that I’d missed my period last month.

I placed my palm over my stomach, shocked like someone had poured freezing cold water over me.

“No, I can’t be … No, we didn’t …”

I couldn’t finish the sentence as sweat gathered on my forehead. Dexter hated condoms and we

ditched using them last year. I had been having a hormonal shot since then, but when I checked my

diary a few moments later, I realised that I missed it last month. Mum had been in the hospital and she

had to have surgery on her knee, so I spent quite a lot of time in Glasgow. I remembered rescheduling

my visit at least twice that month.

Now everything was coming back to me. I put some clothes on and drove to the nearest chemist with

my heart in my throat. This wasn’t the end of the world; I was still convinced that it could still be food

poisoning. Maybe I wasn’t pregnant, although since my last miscarriage, I secretly hoped that maybe in

the future God would bless me with another child.

Me and Dex, we never talked about our future and kids, but judging from yesterday’s conversation

about marriage, he wasn’t up for such a dramatic change in our lives. I was dreading knowing, and I

was already imagining how Dexter would react.

I bought three tests and arrived back to the complex half an hour later. There, I headed straight to the

apartment next door. Dexter didn’t like going there anyway, so it was a good place for me to escape

sometimes. I couldn’t catch my breath when I waited for the results. My whole body shook when the

test came out positive. I did two more to be certain, and it was official. Dexter had knocked me up. I

was pregnant.

Suddenly an anxiety attack shot through my bones, as I tried to steady my heartbeat. There was no

way I was telling him anything until I’d confirmed it with the doctor. Dexter never said that he wanted a

dog, let alone kids. We loved each other, but a baby could complicate everything. Seven years ago I’d

had a miscarriage. At the time I was with Kirk, a man who was now rotting in prison. Now I was in the

perfect relationship with a man that loved me dearly, but I felt overwhelmed.

I sat down in the bathroom, staring at the test and wondering how I would break this news to him.

The voice of reason told me to wait for the right time, until we settled back into our daily routine. We

just came back from Spain. Maybe I should sleep on it for the next couple of days. I had no doubt that

Dexter loved me and he wouldn’t do anything stupid, but for the first time in my life, I was terrified at the

prospect of being a mother

Dexter

Rob needed to get a life. He was much too obsessed with this new project, and by the time I finally

managed to get away, it was seven o’clock in the evening. I had a woman waiting for me at the

apartment that hadn’t seen my cock since yesterday, which was long enough.

The idea that I had been thinking about over the past twenty-four hours had been burning my fucking

mind. Tomorrow I was planning to do something about it. First I needed to get a ring, but I couldn’t pick

up any ring. Sasha deserved something really special and unique. We hadn’t talked about our future.

The past three years we both lived day by day, never thinking ahead. Sasha hated when I left my

clothes around and when I didn’t clean up after myself. She hated the fact that all the girls that I used to

fuck kept calling me, demanding to see me. No one could believe that I had turned into a monogamist.

Eventually this had stopped. We argued a lot about stupid stuff, then made up. Hot sex was always a

winner.

I was falling more in love with her every day. Some day’s pressure got to me and I used alcohol to get

to sleep. Sasha didn’t mind me drinking, as long as I didn’t go overboard.

The idea of settling down and having kids was appealing, but I didn’t want to give up on Sasha’s pussy

just yet. We had plenty of time to make babies. Our whole lives were ahead of us.

I arrived back at the complex exhausted; Sasha was the only person that could make me feel better.

Thank God that I managed to get Sunday off. Robert ran all the projects when I wasn’t there, but he

wanted me to go in to the office tomorrow. He was a real pain in the ass, but he was very reliable.

Sometimes I panicked when I thought about our future, that Sasha was suffocating me, that I couldn’t

be committed to her for the rest of my life. Thoughts like that scared me. Bishop kept saying that I

needed to stick to my meds, that I was looking for faults in my happy relationship to punish myself for

my imaginary failings. I knew he was right. All I knew was that she belonged in my apartment.

I was ready to marry Barbie. For the first time in my life it was clearer to me than anything else.

When I shut the door, the living room was empty. Something smelled nice and I knew that she had

made dinner for both of us. When I walked into our bedroom, the shower was on. I stripped as quickly

as I could, stretched my arms above my head and slid inside the bathroom. Surging desire spread

down to my dick, and I was ready to push the exhaustion aside and enjoy a quick romp in the steamy Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

shower. She was standing in the cubicle with her eyes closed, not moving.

I slid the door open and stepped inside, bringing her ass closer to my stiff cock. She turned around

abruptly.

“How long have you been back?” she asked. Warm water began travelling down our bodies.

“A moment ago, right on time for a big O.” I smirked and brought her closer, staring at her green eyes.

There was some wariness and sadness there that was quickly replaced by desire. Maybe it was just

the fact that we were back, the relaxing break was over.

“Shall we move to the bedroom?” she asked, biting her lip playfully.

“How about we stay here, Sash? I would really like to fuck you in the shower for a bit,” I muttered and

trailed my mouth over her tits, taking her left nipple into my mouth.

Sasha leaned back against the shower wall, spreading her legs apart and allowing me to massage her

superb breasts at the same time.

“Can I ask you something, baby?”

I slipped my fingers in her tight pussy, discovering that she was already soaking for me, which only

turned me on more. I wanted to cut the foreplay and thrust myself deep inside her.

I lifted my head to meet her gaze.

“You wanna talk now?” I growled pushing my fingers in and out. She closed her eyes, arching her head

backwards, moaning.

The waters surged down over her boobs and my head. For a moment she was enjoying my tortures,

and then she opened her eyes and asked, “Do you think that our relationship is serious enough?”

I stopped inside her, snapping back to reality.

Fuck, where the hell had this question come from? Was she having doubts about us?

“Barbie, why are you asking this question right now?” I snapped, moving up, so my eyes were level

with her face.

“I don’t know, Dex. We live together and we love each other, but we have never talked about the future.

I just want to be sure that we are in the same boat,” she replied, but I had a feeling that this wasn’t it.

There was something that she wasn’t telling me, something important.

“I fucking love you, Sasha; that should be enough,” I said, thinking about my secret plan. I didn’t want

her to suspect anything and this wasn’t the right time for a serious talk. “And I’m going to prove that to

you in just a moment.”

I didn’t let her ask me any more questions, and when I started pleasuring her with my fingers again

she quickly forgot what we had talked about. I focused on her mouth, then went down on my knees and

began licking her slick sex, as the water surged down my back. Sasha moaned, and I knew that I could

keep fobbing her off as long as she was distracted.

Her clit was in my mouth and I sucked on it, nibbled it and licked it until she was panting. Blood shot

down my cock, as her hands moved in my hair. I could keep doing this all day long. She cried out when

I picked up the pace, fucking her with my tongue. With my free hand I stroked my hard cock, while

Sasha’s hips began to tremble.

I could stay in this position forever, feeling the muscles in her core, pulsing and gripping my fingers

tighter. She was such a turn-on, and I intensified the sensations and the movements of my mouth when

she was just about to come for me.

“Dex, oh God, just don’t stop now, don’t—”

She cursed when I pulled away all of a sudden. I stood, leaned over her and bit her neck. My skin was

numb to the water that flowed down our bodies. I abused her mouth and continued to stroke her until

she came hard, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Sweet, now it’s time to make it more fun. Are you ready to take my hard, stiff cock?”

“Ready, arrh, yes, yes,” she mumbled, so I had no choice then, but to thrust myself inside her and, oh

sweet Jesus, she felt amazing. Because of this gorgeous woman I was going to end up in an early

grave and I couldn’t wait to make her mine.

All those fuckers that were looking at her ass better be backing off. Once there was a wedding ring on

her finger, no one could touch her.

Her pussy was slick and wet. I kept going fast, gripping her hips tighter, until she was coming again.

The warm water was stinging our bodies, adding pleasure to unbelievably explosive sensations. Our

bodies melted together and I was kissing her and coming inside her at the same time, filling her with

my hot seed. Shower sex had its advantages. I needed to remember it for the future. I had to make a

habit to shower with her more often.