Speakeasy (True North #5)(37)

“Do you like lube?”

“Yes,” I say, even though I don’t really have a strong opinion on lube. But I do have a strong opinion on how much fun I’m having right now. It’s like I woke up from a month of eating the same peanut butter sandwich every day to discover that life is more like a steak house with a big menu.

And I want to try everything.

“A lot?” he asks as I hear the snick of a bottle opening.

“What? Sure.” Just hurry.

Alec is kneeling above me, completely naked, his long legs straddling my thighs. He has a beautiful body—long and lean and rippled with muscle. He drizzles lube out of the bottle onto his cock, and I feel like I’m starring in a porn flick.

Except then he tips the bottle over my belly, and I yelp when the cool liquid splashes on my skin. “Hey!” I squeak.

He laughs, clicks it shut, and tosses it off the bed. “Just fucking with you.”

I don’t even have time for a comeback because he leans down to kiss me. His body is hot and hard, and I wrap my arms around him and dive in.

Alec moans against my lips as he thrusts his body against mine. The tip of his cock finds my clit, and the lube he squirted on me as a joke makes our skin slide smoothly together. “Aw, fuck,” he gasps. “Wow.”

My thoughts exactly. But I can’t speak because I’m busy writhing against him and spreading my legs in wanton invitation. If he doesn’t do me soon I’m going to burst.

He props himself up on an elbow and reaches down. Yes! But instead of making his move, he circles his palm in the slickness of the lube and then spreads it upward, sliding it over my tits with a naughty gleam in his eye.

“Oh,” I gasp, because it feels shockingly good.

“You look like a wet dream right now,” he growls, pinching my nipple. “So slippery and begging for it.”

“Then get on with it,” I whisper.

But he doesn’t. Not immediately. First, he takes a long moment to stare down at his hand as it travels my body. His expression is sharp with desire.

And it’s aimed at me.

He makes a happy noise and then leans down to take my mouth in another eager kiss. Then that naughty hand slides back down over all my slick skin until it lands between my legs. Thick fingers tease and circle. I want him so badly it aches.

“You make me crazy, Shipley.”

I can’t even respond because he’s finally—finally—filling me. It’s a lovely invasion, and my muscles clamp down around him, as if to prevent any retreat.

He lets out a happy groan and then pauses to kiss me some more. I will my body to relax, but his tongue in my mouth stokes the fire inside me. I can’t be patient. I grab both his biceps and arch my body toward his.

“Pushy girl,” he whispers, grabbing both my forearms. He pins them over my head, and then rolls his hips.

I am made of pleasure. Everything is pressure and slickness and joy. We bump and grind together until neither of us can last another moment. And then, very loudly, we get exactly the release we both crave.





Chapter Twelve





Alec


By the time May and I are done with each other, I’m exhausted in the best possible way. Three snaps in the shape of a good time.

My brain is melting.

After round one, I coax a blissed-out May into my walk-in shower to get all the lube off her. But as we wash each other with soap-slicked fingers, I can’t resist kissing her again.

We end up on the bed for a second round, this time with May on her knees, bracing herself against the headboard while I take her from behind. My hands cup her soft tits, and I come listening to her moan my name, staring down at the incredible artwork on her back.

Good lord, I’m spent. As we collapse onto my pillows after one a.m., I feel like someone who’s just learned a secret. That secret is May Shipley. She keeps surprising me. And I’m sure there’s even more to learn.

“I should go,” May says, and then she yawns.

“It’s snowing,” I point out. “It might not be safe to drive.”

“I have steel-studded tires,” she says. “But I’ll peek at your terrace and see how much is out there.”

May disappears for a moment, then returns, hugging herself against the cold. “It’s only an inch. No problem.”

I’m weirdly disappointed as she tugs her clothes off my chair and steps into her panties. Usually I’m keen to show a woman the door so she doesn’t get the wrong idea. But right now seems like too soon.

I reach out and grab May’s hand and tug her down on top of me again. “You sure it’s safe?”

“Are you sure you’re not sexist? Would you ask a man the same thing?”

I think that over. “Sure. If I was hooking up with a dude, I’d want him to get home safely so he could come over and do me again another time. ”

She laughs and then kisses me, and I wrap my arms around her mostly naked body. I’m warm and sleepy and if she stayed, I know I wouldn’t feel any anxiety about sharing my bed. For some reason I feel more like I’m in the presence of a friend than a hookup.

“We’re totally doing this again,” I point out. “You know it’s inevitable. Give me your phone.”

She grabs it off the nightstand but then hesitates. “I already have your number.”