Speakeasy (True North #5)(43)

“Sure,” I gasp. It’s an easy decision. My IUD is 99.95 percent effective. Or something. “Do it now. Hurry up, though.”

Alec lets out a happy, horny groan. His tongue finds mine, and then he pushes inside on a moan. “Oh, fuck,” he breathes. “Jesus Christ.” Alec moves his hips. As he retreats, my body clenches around him. It’s so, so good.

“Ungh,” he mumbles into my neck. “You feel amazing. So very…” The rest of the sentence is lost to another hot kiss.

His pace starts off slow. As if he’s acclimating. But just like every other time we come together, I ache for release. And tonight, Alec is aching, too. Soon he’s panting into my mouth, begging me. “Come, honey.” He’s fucking me in short, eager thrusts. “Didn’t know it could feel so good. You’re so wet. I’m not gonna last.”

I am barely listening. I’m lost in the pleasure of our joining. A month ago my breakup seemed like a disaster. But every time Alec climbs on top of me, I’m less sure. What if I had gone my whole life without anyone making me feel as sexy and carefree as I do right now? That sounds like a disaster, too.

“Fuck, May. God.” The bed is shaking and I’m clinging to him with both hands. He lets out a hot gasp and then shudders above me.

And that’s all she wrote. Hallelujah, my body sings as waves of pleasure take me under. I grip his shoulders and whimper through it.

“Yes!” he encourages me.

Alec tucks his smile against my hair as he comes down, his body sagging against mine. “Jesus. I’m jelly. You feel so good.”

“The no-condom thing works for you, huh?”

He kisses my ear. “Amazing. Been waking up hard every morning, dreaming of you.”

That is very flattering. It’s quite the hot little fling we’ve been having. “No complaints here.”

Alec is still kissing me. My neck. My jaw. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“I’m so fucking sleepy.” I say this even though I don’t really want him to stop. I cherish these moments even if I don’t like admitting it out loud.

“Are you staying over?” he asks, nuzzling me.

“If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind one bit. Just don’t fall asleep yet,” he whispers. “I brought you a strange little treat.”

“Better than the treat I just got?”

He laughs. “No. Just hang on and I’ll show you.”





Chapter Sixteen





Alec


Feeling wrecked in the best possible way, I get out of bed and shuffle toward the kitchen. May ruins me every time we’re together. And between her visits, I dream of her.

I don’t even know myself right now. It’s not like me to be obsessed.

Now she’s going to spend the night in my bed, which is something I usually try to avoid with hookups. We’ll sleep tangled up together and then make sleepy love when her alarm goes off at eight. My sheets will smell like her, and I’ll bask in it.

This girl has gotten under my skin.

The refrigerator’s bright light makes me squint, but I find what I’m looking for—three different non-alcoholic beers. I grab the bottles and a bottle opener and carry everything back to the bed.

“What’s that?” she asks with a yawn.

“A treat. I…” The cat snakes between my feet with a loud meow, and I almost jump out of my skin. The bottles I’m carrying are briefly in peril as I sidestep the creature and then curse.

May cackles. “What’s with the cat, anyway?”

“You know my neighbor, Hamish?”

“Sure. Everybody knows Hamish.” She sits up against the headboard, pulling the quilt up to cover her fabulous chest.

“He’s still in the hospital, and his son didn’t want to take the cat.” And now I know why. That cat is the devil.

“What do you have there?” May asks.

“I had these shipped to me so you could try them. There’s a non-alcoholic porter, a lager, and a stout. Three different breweries in three different states. This shit is hard to find.”

“Wow.” Her eyes widen. “You didn’t have to go to all that trouble.”

I shrug that off. “Hey, I run a bar. I should know who makes the best hooch.” It’s a dodge, though. Of course I ordered these for her. Making her happy makes me happy. But my gut says she doesn’t want me to go out of my way for her. She’s a little sick of being fussed over. “Check this out.” I hand her a bottle.

While I’m popping the top off the porter, she reads another label. “This one’s from Washington State.”

“That one is supposed to be great. Let’s have a taste test. Ladies first.” I hand her the open porter.

She sniffs the top. “Good aroma.” Then she lifts it to her kiss-bitten lips and takes a sip. “Hey!” May smiles. “That mops up the floor with Corker’s.”

“Yeah?” Her smile lights me up as much as the sex did. Okay, that’s a lie. Nothing could top the sex we just had. But still. It’s a really nice smile.

May smacks her lips and takes another sip. “It’s smooth. Nice beer flavor. The mouthfeel isn’t as harsh as the grocery store stuff.”