Lex (Unexpected, #5)

by Cora Rose

“Lex, you’re much too bossy. I have seventy years on you. You can’t tell me what to do. We’ve been over this.” “Well, I boss you around anyways, and you always listen to me. Plus, you told me you love me. Too bad, so sad, you’re stuck with me. I was love deprived as a child.”

These ladies better stop talking about dying. I can’t fucking stand it…makes me anxious. Vikki eyes me and winks, reading my mind. “We have years, Lexy. Years.” And god, I fucking hope so. I don’t want to have finally found my people, only for them to be ripped from this earth. My heart couldn’t handle it.

If I ever had a mother, a real mother who cared for me the way she should have, she’d have been just like Brenda. She’s everything I’d want in a parent—kind, loving, accepting, and just an overall wonderful person.

Lexington Cavanaugh only cries when absolutely necessary. I have Teflon skin. I am a motherfucking lizard person.

God, it’s been a while since sex has made me pant and whine. I want to feel like an animal begging for it. Feral and raw. Is that too much to ask?

Nope, not at all.

I don’t trust a person who can’t handle the responsibility of watering a real plant once a week.

I wrench my mouth away from his and meet his wide-eyed stare. “Why are you so bad at this?” I ask. It really is an anomaly. This man exudes sex, he’s clearly hard, and yet, he kisses like a dead fish. His eyes widen even more, his cheeks flaming. “I’ve never…I’m…” “Oh, my fuck,” I mutter, realization dawning. “Do not tell me…” I gasp as he eyes the ground and gnaws at his lip nervously. I use my finger to gently lift his chin and force his gaze to mine. “Was that your first kiss?”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I whisper, reaching up and straightening his crumpled tie. “I think you could be fabulous at it with a little practice.”

I’d prefer not to use lye, Diablo. Thank you very much. Federal prison would not be a good look on me. Orange is not my color. But death certificates? Now, those I can do. Oh, yes, this bitch is going to be very, very dead…on paper.