Speakeasy (True North #5)(75)

“Like Cheetos and milk.”

I crane my head and peer at him. “Now you’re just fucking with me.”

“No, I like it. Three snaps in the shape of a boob.” He snaps his fingers three times while circling his hand around my breast.

“If you keep being so amazing, I’m going to fall for you a little harder.”

“That’s a risk I can live with.” He yawns suddenly, and I realize he’s just worked for eight hours and then driven over here.

“I’ll let you sleep now,” I say. “Do you have enough room?” I wiggle further toward the wall.

“Sure,” he says, pressing against me again. “Goodnight, babydoll. Love sleeping with you. Makes my long week worth it.”

I crane my neck around to kiss him, just once. He smiles at me, and my heart flips over.

Alec gets quiet, but I can’t sleep. Every point of contact between us distracts me. I can feel his strong thighs against my legs, and his hand on my ribcage. I can’t believe he’s right here, and it feels as though he’s crawled into my heart as well as my bed.

I like him here.

After a while I realize that there’s a nice hard erection pressing against my ass. So I arch my back a little just to check.

“Mmm. Don’t do that again unless you’re serious.”

I reach back and stroke a hand over the straining fly of his boxers.

“Aw,” he whispers. “I don’t know that I can fuck you with your mother in the next room.”

“It’s my sister who would hear us,” I whisper. “Mom is at the front of the house.”

“Does your sister like to embarrass you?”

“Unfortunately,” I say.

“Then we’d better behave.”

“Okay.” I sigh.

Neither of us says anything for a couple of long moments. But then Alec drops his hand to the elastic of my sleep shorts. He slips his palm down my belly until his fingertips tickle the juncture of my legs.

“You’re a tease,” I whisper.

“Am not. Just stay quiet.”

He kisses the back of my neck as his fingers slide slowly between my legs. I relax for him, making it easier for him to touch me. Hot kisses massage my sensitive skin, while long fingers slide luxuriously over my sex.

It’s not long before I’m clenching my thighs around his hand, asking for more.

“Lift up your hips,” he whispers right into my ear. When I comply, he yanks my shorts down in one smooth pull. “Now hold still,” he says.

There’s some movement behind me as he takes off his clothes. When Alec settles in behind me again, he’s lifting my knee and sliding his cock between my legs until I can finger the tip of him.

“Mmm,” he breathes. “I want all of this. I want the whispered late-night conversations. And the holidays where we have to touch each other quietly in a bed that’s too small so we don’t become one of your grandfather’s jokes at the table.”

My heart flutters even as I grin at the wall in front of my nose. But he’s not done.

“I want to wake you up in the middle of the night to talk. And I want to wake up and see your bedhead and drink coffee together when we’re too tired to talk. It won’t always be a party, but it will always be us,” he says.

My eyes get wet. Of course they do. “You’re making me cry, you know.”

“That will happen sometimes, too,” he whispers. “I already know you’re not always fun, May. Because nobody is. And I still want to be with you. I can’t promise that it will be all sunshine and rainbows. But you have to trust me enough to know I’ll try.”

“I do trust you,” I say slowly. “The hard part is trusting me.”

“Will you please trust you, too?” He kisses my hair. “Take it easy on my girl, will you? She’s had some problems lately, but it’s nothing we can’t handle.”

A tear runs down the bridge of my nose and plops onto the pillow. “Okay,” I say shakily. “If you are, then I’m all in, too.”

Alec’s thumb gently swipes a tear from my face. He wraps his arm around me and just holds me. I take several deep breaths and relax.

It works. Mostly. But because I’m me and he’s him, neither of us can quite forget that we’re mostly naked with some of the important bits touching. So after a while, he begins to move his hips in tiny thrusts. His cock is hard between my legs. I can’t resist squeezing my thighs together and grinding against him.

Eventually we give up the charade as Alec lifts my knee and fills me. He goes slow, trying to stay quiet. But we’re too hungry for each other, and everyone else is probably sleeping.

Hopefully.

But love is messy, unpredictable, and occasionally loud. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.





Chapter Twenty-Nine





Alec


I wake up alone in May’s bed. Bright light is streaming in through the windows. When I sit up and locate my phone, I find that it’s already nine thirty.

The scent of coffee is wafting up the staircase, so sneaking out is probably out of the question. Ah, well. I’d better prepare for my grand entrance.

I dress and then locate the bathroom to try to make myself at least baseline presentable. I tuck in my shirt, as if that’s going to convince the Shipley clan that I’m not the slutty bartender everyone expects me to be.