I lean back and put my arm around Alex. “Fine.”
“I brought a couple bags of chips and fresh cookies from the bakery.” Alester tosses the snacks next to the pizza then plops down in his spot on the opposite end of the couch. “Hey, Alex. Fancy seeing you here.”
“Super fancy,” she says before diving for a cookie. “So, this is what you guys do all the time? Couch surf with snacks?”
“Pretty much,” I respond before Ryder jumps in.
“Unfortunately. If I want to go out, I can usually drag Alester, but James is an old man already and hates the club.” He dodges the next pillow I throw, and it hits Alester.
“Dammit. Ryder, quit being annoying or we are going to make you watch the race by yourself.” Alester reprimands before taking a slice of pizza.
Ryder and Alester start taking bets on who’s going to win tonight’s race while teaching Alex the ins and outs of motocross racing. Through it all, Alex can’t stop laughing and I love the sound. Even if Ryder being obnoxious is most of the cause.
I like having them all together. It feels right.
When the races end, it’s late and Alex is asleep on my chest. “Alright,” I whisper. “No game night. I’m taking her to bed. You’ll have to play poker at your place.”Before Ryder and Alester can respond, I scoop Alex into my arms and walk to my bedroom.
As I lay her in the center of my bed, she stirs. “I can play poker. I’m awake.” Alex props herself up on her elbows.
“Shh. You can play another night. Tonight, you’re mine, and I’m going to enjoy cuddling you again.”
“Just cuddling?” She pulls her sweater over her head, so she’s just in a white lace bra.
“Alex,” I growl in warning.
She slowly slides her yoga pants down her legs. “James.”
I stand frozen at the side of the bed. “You need to rest. You’ve been through a lot.”
Alex crawls across the bed towards me in just her underwear. I clench my hands trying not to reach out to her. She slides her hands up my sweater and across my abs. I flex involuntarily, and my resolve is starting to crack. “I think I’ll rest after. I’m wide awake now.”
She waits. Batting her eyes up at me. “Fuck it.” I pull my sweater over my head with one swipe. The grin that takes over her face is electric.
I scoop my arm behind her legs and flip her onto her back. She squeals and giggles, but it quickly turns into a gasp when I drop to my knees and pull her to the edge of my bed. I run my tongue from her ankle to her thigh, nipping and sucking all the way up. I scrape my teeth next to her center, so close but not quite where she wants me. Her hands fly into my hair as a moan escapes her lips.It’s late and I’ve missed this, so I’m going to take my time. I drag her panties slowly down her body before I make my way back to her. She’s ready for me, but I want to devour her like she’s my favorite dessert. Slow and torturous. At the first swipe, my sweet Alex is wriggling under my tongue. Her endless moans make me never want to stop.
I can feel her muscles contracting around my fingers with each thrust, and when she finally crests the top I ensure to milk every last drop. I could taste only her for the rest of my life and die a happy man.
Her eyelids are heavy as she tries to reach for me, but I dodge her. “You’re exhausted. I’ll clean you up then we are going to sleep. End of discussion.” I go to my connected bathroom and get a warm washcloth before kneeling between her legs and gently wiping her clean.
“But what about you?” she whispers.
The nervousness flitting across her eyes about breaks me. I tip her chin up and get an inch away from her little nose. “Babe, I’m a grown man. I can wait forever for you if I have to. One night isn’t going to hurt me.” I kiss her slowly like we have all the time in the world before I lay next to her and pull her naked body flush against mine. I plant one last kiss on her head before I whisper, “Good night, beautiful.”
“Good night, James.” Her voice is soft, her breathing getting deeper. I think she’s asleep, but then I barely hear her mumble, “I think I love you.”
“Alex, baby?”
She doesn’t respond. She’s definitely asleep. This woman has me wrapped around her finger, and I don’t think she fully understands it. I slide my phone off the nightstand and type in an order to be delivered in the morning bright and early. Then I send a reminder to Thomas that we need to leave at six in the morning for the meetings to ensure my clients don’t go anywhere. I set my alarms, toss the phone back on the nightstand, and wrap my arm back around my girl.
Everything is going to be perfect. It has to be.
A few hours later, I silence my alarm that’s buzzing next to me. Alex is so exhausted she doesn’t even stir. I carefully untangle my limbs from hers as I slide from the bed. She’s mumbling in her sleep again, but I can’t make out what she’s saying. Her hair is splayed across the pillow. I could stand here all day and watch her sleep, but I have to prep things for when she wakes up later and gets dressed.
I take a speed shower. I have an hour before I told Thomas to be ready.
I make my way to the entry way of my apartment and open the door. On the other side, before the elevator, is everything I ordered. “Perfect.” I move it to the kitchen then get to work setting up my girl’s surprise.
My phone buzzes in my pocket as I’m closing the door to one of my spare rooms.
