On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Chapter 22

Dexter

Harry had his arms around Sasha. What the fuck was going on? A shot of raging jealousy singed my

chest, but I tried to ignore it. I hadn’t seen her since she got that fucking phone call. Fuck, even now

she looked sexy as hell, wearing skimpy black shorts that exposed these well-defined thighs.

I was frustrated sexually and mentally. In the past few days I had been trying to figure out why I got so

pissed off the other day. I’d always known that she was going to move out, but we weren’t done playing

yet.

“Hey, Dex, how are you?” Harry asked.

“Fine.”

That’s all I said, then I opened the door into my apartment and slid inside. I couldn’t be bothered talking

to him, not right in front of her. We were close and we had stuff in common, but the situation with

Victoria hadn’t really sunk in yet and I had a lot to think about. I kept insisting to myself that me and

Sasha, we were done—this whole thing had gone too far—but I still wanted to have her in my bed. I

regretted that I had thrown her out of my apartment right after telling her that I didn’t care.

In the past twenty-four hours, I had been fighting with myself, wondering if I should just go to her and

apologise. Fuck, Dexter Tyndall didn’t show any signs of weakness.

Several minutes later there was a knock to my door. I wondered who it was this time.

“Hiding in our bunker, are we?” Harry asked, standing at the door. I should have known that he would

show up here, but why did he go see Sasha? He had no business with her.

“Not in the fucking mood. What do you want?” I asked and started walking away. I heard him closing

the door behind us.

“What’s with you and Barbie?”

I ignored him and picked up some Jack Daniels from the cupboard. My head was racing again, and I

hadn’t fucked anyone else since Sasha. This was getting out of control.

“Nothing. We fucked, fought, made up, fucked some more. It was fun,” I said, laughing it out, but I

sounded like a total asshole. My body was craving her for more than just sex.

Harry didn’t look happy with me and yes, I got it. I hated myself right then. I’d fucked up. And then there

was Victoria and her emotional blackmail. I had no idea what to do.

“All right, so if you’re done with her then can I have a go?”

I lost my shit then. I got up so quickly that the chair fell back onto the floor, and I grabbed Harry by the

collar. I was ready to beat the shit out of him, but Harry was taller than me, and he reacted faster than I

expected. He wrestled with me for a bit and then slapped me like I was a girl.

“For fuck’s sake! Calm the fuck down, Dexter. I’m your friend. Do you really think that I would tap that

while you can’t even get it together enough to admit that you want to keep her for yourself?” he shouted

and let go of my shirt.

I didn’t say anything. He was partly right; I went into a rage even thinking about her and another guy.

But then she had just made a decision and fucking accepted that offer.

“It’s complicated,” I muttered.

“Funny, because when I asked her about you, she said the same thing,” Harry replied. He seemed

angry and my own head was wrecked. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. “She said that you aren’t

the boyfriend type, so she isn’t holding much hope.”

Barbie was right. What did Harry want from me anyway? To go to her and declare my love? That wasn’t

happening—this wasn’t a fucking Mills and bastard Boon book.

“She’s right and there won’t be any happily-ever-after. I like her, but that’s about it. I don’t work well in a

relationship.”

Harry sighed and sat on the sofa. I was hoping that he would leave, but he stayed and began asking

me about the business and the complex. I was sensing that he wanted to know what went on between

Sasha and me, but I wasn’t ready to talk about what was really niggling at me. This whole thing was

complicated enough between us.

An hour later he was gone and the buzzing in my ears started, so I took a bath. A few hours later, I was

still hearing the buzzing noises and I couldn’t pinpoint them, so I stayed busy rearranging the

paperwork in my office, looking through properties and my finances. That didn’t help, and I started

going through my apartment, trying to find the insects that must have been making that noise that I had

been hearing all day. My pulse was speeding up and I couldn’t sit in one place, so I put running shoes

on and went out. A few miles would do the job. The imaginary voices should eventually go away.

I passed through the entrance to the complex and ran through the grounds. The gate to the beach was

unlocked. I kept looking behind me, feeling like someone was following me, but each time I stopped

there was no one there.

I ran for miles, longer than I should have, stopping from time to time and glancing behind me. My

breath was coming in short ragged pants; I was pushing myself hard with no real purpose. At some

point I turned around and then walked back. The buzzing noises followed.

This time the physicality of hard exercise didn’t seem to be doing me any good. Sex and women were

the best solution to all my problems, but I didn’t want just any pussy; I needed Sasha’s.

I wasn’t so much anxious as agitated and tired. There were still many hours of the day left. The thought

of coming back to the empty apartment plunged me into consuming despair, but this was what I had

always wanted. Pap died because he couldn’t handle life. I’d rather stay alone than be

dead.

“Dexter?”

I lifted my head and stopped, seeing Sasha in her tight running shorts and sports vest. She was

walking towards me from the other side of the beach. Now I had no choice; I had to come up with some

sort of apology, because I wanted to get lost with her, shade the windows in my bedroom and bury my

cock in her slick wetness. “What are you doing here?”

It was a lame question, but I didn’t know how to act around her anymore. She made me uneasy. I was

normally very confident and aggressive, even with clients. I knew what I needed from them, but being

with woman I cared about—that was an entirely different thing.

“Right now, nothing. I’m going home,” she replied and walked past me. Okay, so she was still pissed

and she didn’t want to talk to me. That was understandable after the way I had treated her.

“Barbie, wait. I need you to hear me out, so stop running,” I barked.

She glared at me. “I’m not running away Dexter, I’m going home.”

“Listen, I’m fucking sorry, all right? I shouldn’t have thrown you out of my apartment,” I said, massaging

the nape of my neck.

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her to leave, that I liked having her around? Stupid fuck!

“Just don’t say something that you don’t mean, Dexter.”

“Shut up, Barbie. I mean every fucking word. I was pissed that you were going to leave, so please let

me make it up to you,” I said.

She raised her eyebrows, looking apprehensive. “How?”

“Let’s go down to the beach. Walk with me.”

“Dex, I’ll be moving to Edinburgh soon. This won’t last forever,” she said, reminding me about that

fucking sale.

“I know.”

It wasn’t that bad; Edinburgh, I could live with that. All I wanted was to keep her with me for a bit longer.

I insisted on going closer to the shore. The tide was out tonight, revealing muddy rocks and seaweed.

We were still a distance away from the apartment, but all I could think of was her body in those tight

athletic clothes. I found a nice private space between the rocks. It was a fucking heaven and I knew

that no one could spot us here, unless a boat passed by. I didn’t care. I wanted listen to her panting,

moaning my name again.

“Dexter, this isn’t a good idea,” she said, her voice strained.

“Shut your sassy mouth and let me fuck you. Consider this my way of saying fucking sorry.”

Sasha

Alarm bells started going off in my head when he brought me into his arms and kissed me, his tongue

instantly connecting with mine. This was so wrong, but it felt so good. His touch and calming words

shocked me. The savage desire I felt reminded me how much I had missed him over the past few days.

He took off his t-shirt, exposing his wide gleaming chest. He must have been out for a run around the

same time as me. It was funny that we had gone in opposite directions. I was angry when I saw him,

but still pretty worried.

“Sexy, you’re so fucking sexy,” he said, turning me around and running his tongue over my spine, then

my bum cheeks. I gasped, feeling his fingers stroking me. I was wet for him, and angry, and turned on

all at once.

“Dexter, maybe we should talk about—”

“No, no talking, Sasha. I need to be inside you and you will love every second of this sweet torture,” he

said, cutting me off, and I shut my eyes feeling his fingers working their way into my wet knickers. His

mouth was kissing my shoulder, biting at my neck. Tingles of heat lashed down the base of my spine.

He had so much control over me. I tried to glance around to make sure that we were alone, but I was

shaking with anticipation and need.

Dexter sank his finger into me and I thought that I was going to explode. Normally it took him a bit

longer to make me come, but I was already crying out, wanting him to carry on, feeling like my heart

was going to pound right out of my chest.

“Oh, now please, I need you inside me,” I croaked, losing touch with reality.

“So wet for me—fuck, I missed this.”

His erection was pressed against me, then suddenly he was inside me. My breath hitched and Dexter

pulled my hips closer to his.

“Shit, don’t stop, just don’t,” I said and he laughed.

“You ordering me around, Barbie? Bad, bad girl,” he rasped and thrust himself into me fast and deep.

He pulled out, then pushed his hard erection back into me. My eyes were screwed shut as he pounded

into me.

I couldn’t tell what was different this time, but I exploded straight away as his hand moulded against my

breast, hearing his heavy panting. I felt dizzy from the sudden orgasm. He didn’t stop, but only fucked

me harder. He was saying something, but I was too lost to listen.

When he turned me around I was on the verge of losing my mind. His teeth claimed my hard nipple and

he sucked it, groaning, then continued to fuck me as I bent over the rock.

I knew that I was going to have bruises, but right then I didn’t care. Dexter came quickly while I was

shaking, gasping for air. I collapsed on top of his chest, panting.

I felt him pulling my leggings and underwear back on. When I opened my eyes, he was smirking.

“Maybe we should go out more often,” he said.

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe.”

We went back to the complex together and I offered to make him dinner. It was obvious that he didn’t

like staying anywhere else than in his own apartment, but I wanted him to break the routine. This was

nice and different.

We ate talking about Joey again, not touching the subject of the sale or us at all. I was shocked when

Dexter wanted to sleep in my bed that night, since he had work in the morning.

I thought that he was going to run away, but he stayed and then went down on me, giving me another

mind-blowing orgasm. We fell asleep tucked in each other’s arms. I didn’t want to think about the future

and what was going to happen when it was time for me to move out. I knew now that Dexter did care,

but he had to think about how to deal with Victoria. Fear began creeping its way into my head, but I

pushed it away. It was better to believe that everything was going to be all right.

I was awakened by screams. For a brief second I thought that I was dreaming. Something wasn’t right

and the space next to me was empty. I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed.

“Ants and fucking cockroaches everywhere!”

“Dexter? Are you all right?” I called out. There was a light on in the bathroom and the shower was

running. I got out of bed and opened the door. The bathroom was steamed up and I heard Dexter

talking loudly.

“Crawling everywhere… Sasha, you see them? Little fuckers,” he kept saying.

I swallowed hard and slid the door to the shower open.

He was standing by the wall, his eyes wild and scary, darting everywhere. “There are bugs everywhere,

Joey. Can’t you see them? Crawling up and down, all over me,” he kept saying over and over again.

My heart stopped and I just stood there for a second, frozen. I was unable to move. The water was

surging over him, his skin was mottled red from the heat of the shower and his hard scrubbing, and for

the first time in my life I had no idea what to do.