Heat

Jason Morgan and Alexis Davis, canon

Chapter Three

December 2ndh, 2009

Wednesday

Sanity reigned.

Alexis was still thanking God that she had not been foolish and followed her first instinct the night before- which would have had her at Jason's door just as fast as her Mercedes could get her to Harborview Towers so she could find out if he fucked as good in real life as he did in her mind.

Since that was just asking for her life to get completely messy- and at Christmas time too, when she should focus on her kids- she did not do that. Well, she almost did that, is more honest.

She drove to his building. Looked at it. And then drove to Jake's and had a half of bottle of wine, played pool with Coleman and told herself that was a wild enough night for her. Yeah, right.

But it was the smart choice.

She could have really played it safe- and boring- and went home, got in a bath, and just let her fingers go to the places she wanted Jason to go. Or she could have went to the Metro Court and took some lawyer, doctor, stockbroker or somebody else respectable from the bar up to a suite. Yawn. Been there and done that. And she would rather forget it.

Just like she needed to forget her brief dalliance with the thought of asking Jason to enter into a secret, just sex, affair with her.

Because if they did then nights like this-when she had to be a party with him- would be totally uncomfortable. She'd keep thinking they would be found out. Their secret revealed in front of everyone.

And she didn't need that in her life. Right? Of course not.

Of course she did need orgasms again that were brought on by someone other than herself. But....she couldn't have everything, now could she?

Can I? she asked herself, as she stood, sipping wine in Sonny's living room at an early holiday party.

Olivia had really wanted to throw this. She said they all needed it after the depression of Claudia dying while giving birth less than a month back. It seemed Olivia was all about family. Especially since she had managed to bring about the a peace treaty between Sonny and his firstborn son. They didn't start off out on the right foot but they were getting a little bit closer to there now.

And Olivia and Sonny were getting back the love they lost twenty five years before.

Alexis rolled her eyes at the idea of them believing in happy ever after and destiny. Sonny sure racked up a lot of destined- to- be lovers in his life.

That was just mean. Be happy for them, she told herself.

If she wasn't so damn horny, thanks to that damn hit man kissing her, maybe she could be a little more pleasant about Olivia's heart and flowers attitude lately.

But, unfortunately, she was extremely horny. Even standing here in a room filled with kids around, mob soldiers, her ex- lover, her ex-husband, her best friend, Carly, Spinelli, Maxie and other people who should all be sufficient deterrents to her getting turned on, Alexis' head was still filled with images of Jason naked.

That's it, she thought angrily. I'm going to tell him off for kissing me and make sure he never does that again because I do not need this kind of extra stress in my life. I'm a busy working woman and a single mother!

She walked across the room- not taking in the Christmas tree, music or buffet of gourmet foods anymore- with her eyes locked on Jason, who was talking to Milo.

She touched his arm. His head jerked to the side. Their eyes met. Her breath hitched in her throat.

"Hey," he said.

"Alone. Now."

Milo startled. "Excuse me. Good to see you, Ms. Davis. Happy holidays."

"You too," she said, staring into Jason's eyes.

She didn't even think that maybe someone she didn't want to be watching was watching them at that very moment. Because she was too determined to get this all straightened out with Jason.

Alone.

They needed to be alone. And she needed to tell him how it would be from now on. Right now. Alone. Right this second.

With a nod, Jason walked out of the room. Alexis waited two minutes, finishing her wine and setting the glass down before following him into the foyer, pulling the door closed as she did. He had already sent the gaurd away.

He stood there looking handsome in black pants and a blue shirt. His hair had been cut that day. The look in his eye was eager, almost boyish.

Fantastic! she ranted. He goes from hot to cute. Like I need this. Lord, You are not funny!

"Hey," he said, rubbing his hands together.

Seeing that made her think of him rubbing those hands over her ass. She licked her lips.

His eyes searched hers.

She blinked several times, trying to clear her head, "Hello."

"You wanted to talk?"

There it was again. Eager. Good God. How could any woman resist an eager Jason Morgan?

Her stomach was doing flip flops. She ran her tongue over her lips another time. She was wearing a curve flattering green dress. Brand new. Bought with him in mind. But that was just because now that she knew he found her hot in business suits she didn't want him disappointed at how she looked in evening wear. He hadn't noticed in years past. Now he was more than noticing.

And her womanly pride made her want him to enjoy what he was noticing. But that was all. She didn't want to encourage.

Her mouth was so dry she could barely get out. "Yes."

He stepped closer to her. She backed against the door and held out a hand.

His face fell. He froze. His eyes narrowed.

"Jason......what happened yesterday, while being nice, was not something we should repeat."

"Nice?" he ground out.

The sound of that one frustrated word sent shivers down her spine. The word reverberated against the silk of her panties as if he pressed his lips right to her mound and said it.

"Yes, nice," she whispered. "But a one time nice event."

His eyes sparked with dueling desire and anger. "Fine."

One clipped word and he was moving past her for the door she was leaning on. He reached for the handle, his body brushed hers. Her breasts tingled at the contact. She bit her bottom lip. He looked down and into her eyes.

She looked up and into his. Stunning blue eyes sparking with lust and frustration. He wanted her desperately.

Irresistible.

Alexis grabbed a fistful of his shirt with one hand, and cupped the back of his head with the other, making him bend so that she could press her lips to his. The door rattled slightly as her back bumped against it. Jason pressed his body tight to hers, as she controlled the kiss. She wound her arms around his neck. Her tongue licked at his lips. He started to open his mouth.

She was really about to do this. Thrust her tongue into the warm recesses of Jason's mouth. Make her body crave him even worse than it did already. Mimic what she wanted him to do by thrusting his tongue right inside of her wet, slick folds.

The front door opened.

Alexis jumped back at the sound, wobbling on her heels. Jason's hand reached out and grabbed her arm to steady here.

In walked Sam and Max, laughing and joking, in their own world as newlyweds, with their eyes only on each other. It took a moment for them to see Jason and Alexis.

"Oh! Hi, Mom. Sorry we're late....We got," Sam giggled. "hung up."

Max blushed.

Alexis' eyes were wide as she turned away from Jason. "Happy holidays, you two. You should get inside and greet Olivia. She was getting worried you were going to be no-shows."

Max said "That's my fault, Mom."

Alexis sighed at him calling her that. But he was so dopey, happy in love with Sam that she didn't have the heart to tell him that she preferred all mob soldiers to address her as Ms. Davis.

"Sorry," Max added. "Lets go, honey."

Sam smiled bigger than Alexis had seen since the wedding reception as she looked at Max. Then she took his hand. Walking past Jason she said "Hi."

"Hey."

When they were gone, Jason closed the door again. This time he did not wait for Alexis to talk, he just said "Don't jerk me around."

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She was driving him nuts. Come closer. No, go away. It was turning into game playing and he did not like games at all.

Jason wanted Alexis.

But he didn't want to get on his hands and knees and beg her. And he didn't want her to say no when she meant yes. He wanted nothing less than her so crazy over him she pleaded for him to fuck her. He wanted to know what it felt like to see her doing a strip tease for him....ready, willing and able to make him come like he had not come in years.

Just seeing someone so uptight, at times, get wild like that would make him harder and more turned on then he had been in a long ass time. He could feel his dick twitching in his boxers already from their kiss a few minutes before. And that kiss was just the start of the heat they could spark together.

If she would stop playing like she didn't want this.

How could she not want it? Didn't her stomach clench with need every time she saw him, like his did for her? Didn't she feel overheated, in need of a cold shower or a good fucking, when he came into the room, like he felt when she swung those hips in his direction? Didn't her heart race at the sight of him, like his heart was beating like a drum over her?

What the fuck was the hold up here? Was he not good enough to be in her bed, according to her? Not good enough to be her man?

Or did she want a date first?

Jason stilled. Maybe that was it. Maybe his crazed, lust drenched, sex starved brain had been so foggy he was missing some signals. She was a lady. Not a whore.

He was fine with giving her a date. Fine. Okay. Sounded good. Just as long as somewhere in the next few weeks...if he didn't lose his mind before then or his life because he was so consumed with thinking about her that he drove his bike into a telephone pole...she ended up in front of him in lacy lingerie and then in nothing at all. Wearing a smile.

He wanted her into this just as much as he was. Into him. Crazed over him. It wouldn't be a turn on if she was pushing him away and then saying "Well, all right, I guess so," like she was doing him a big favor. Or acting like this was not what she wanted as bad as he wanted it.

Jason wanted to break her of her no, no, no, attitude. Make her a hot, hungry, withering, begging, soaking wet, rubbing her own thighs together for relief, grabbing at her own breasts, panting, telling him: Fuck me hard and fast, Jason.

And he would. Gladly.