LuckoftheDraw (5 page)

What an exquisitely beautiful man he was, her Alex. So tall,
so strong, so brightly colored with his long red hair and vivid blue eyes. The
sadness in those eyes was just about going to kill her.

“I don’t want you to leave,” she told him.

He regarded her for a moment. “I shouldn’t stay.”

“I love you too and you know it.” She took a step and picked
up his shirt. “It’s not the way you want me to, I know, but it’s the best I can
do right now.”

He propped his hands on his hips and hung his head when she
slipped her arms into the sleeves and buttoned one button over her breasts.
God, it smelled like him.

She wanted him to stay. He was going to have to walk out of
her house and catch a cab shirtless on a chilly October night if he insisted on
going home.

“Pete,” he started, then just shook his head.

“I don’t know what else to say to you right now.”

And that was the truth. Most things in life were black or
white for her. She had a gift for assessing any given situation and making a
quick decision, but this was different. This wasn’t about some guy whose
feelings had grown beyond hers, someone she could decide to love or discard.
This was Alex, and Alex was just as big a piece of her heart as Rachel and Bree
and Momma and her Busha.

She moved close enough to reach up and tuck his hair behind
his ears.

“Alex, we can’t go back to being just friends after this,
and losing you simply isn’t an option. I won’t promise you that things will
change for me, but that crazy thing that just about happened? I still want it
to happen.”

She held his face in her hands and went up on her toes to
get closer. She could see the conflict of stay or go warring inside him, but he
didn’t move away.

“Please don’t leave.” She tilted her chin up, putting her
mouth close to his.

He let her wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him, and
he let her help him back out of those awful pants and lead him to the bed. They
got under the covers and lay there kissing for a long time, but nothing more
happened.

Eventually he turned his back to her and she curled up
behind him, spooning him for a change, one arm around his waist and her
forehead touching his back.

“Oh, Lex,” she whispered, wishing there was something she
could say to make them both feel better, but she had nothing.

He didn’t respond.

Alex couldn’t imagine having to suffer through anything more
humiliating in his life. He’d been denying how much he wanted Petra for years
for the sake of their friendship. After Jude left he’d allowed himself a small
sliver of hope he might have a chance to be something more to her once she
recovered. When she’d pulled his keys, he’d told himself to go easy, to keep
those feelings reigned in a little longer, then ended up coughing up his heart
like a lovesick schoolboy the moment he’d opened his mouth.

He’d had her. She’d been naked and willing and in his arms,
and he hadn’t been able to rise to the occasion. For the first time in his
life.

Alex was not intimidated by women. He loved them. Worshiped
them, really.

Short, tall, reed thin or big and beautiful—it didn’t
matter. Each one he’d been lucky enough to take to bed was a new mystery to be
solved. He lived for figuring out what got them off, what made them giggle and
sigh and moan, and he’d failed the one he wanted to figure out more than any
other. The one he loved with his heart first.

And not only had he behaved like a complete jackass when his
cock decided to take the night off, but he’d woken up just a couple of hours
later with the hardest erection of his life. The damn thing was so stiff it was
practically looking straight up at him, and apparently immune to the icy-cold
shower spray currently running over his body.

He looked at it and muttered, “You really are stupid, you
know that?”

“Lexi?”

The sound of his name in her voice made it jump as if to
say, “Yay! She’s here!”

Alex groaned, braced his hands on the shower wall and let
his head hang directly in the frigid water.

“Honey, why does it feel like Antarctica in here?”

He could hear her voice coming closer as she spoke but
couldn’t open his mouth to tell her to go away. He flinched at the
metal-on-metal sound of the shower-curtain hooks scraping over the rod.

And then she breathed, “Oh wow.”

Alex straightened and pushed his hair out of his face.

“Petra, this is embarrassing enough without the commentary.”

She was staring at his cock, and damn if he didn’t love it.

She looked up and reached for the faucet at the same time.
“I’m going to move real slow so as not to frighten it away, all right?”

He started to shiver from the inside out the moment the
water turned off.

“There’s really no reason to patronize me.” He swiped a hand
over his face and ran his fingers through his hair to squeeze out more water.

“Patronize you?” She unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to
the floor. Goose bumps rippled over her skin and her nipples tightened in the
cold air. “I drew your keys fair and square, Alexander Mackenzie Morrison. You
owe me a ride on that bad boy.”

Even through the humiliation burning fresh through him, he
was caught off guard by how stunningly beautiful she was—black hair, exotic
eyes, ruby lips and all that pale skin that practically begged to be marred by
a lovebite or twenty.

In places only she would be able to see later, of course.

She stepped onto the side of the tub.

“Owe you?” he asked, pretending to be offended as he put his
cold hands on her waist to steady her.

She gasped. “Fucking hell. You’re the biggest Popsicle
ever.”

“I won’t be for long,” he said and pulled her warm body
against his.

She gasped again as though she couldn’t catch her breath,
but she wrapped herself around him anyway, her arms gripping his shoulders and
one leg coming up around his waist. Alex shivered harder as their lips came
together, his jaw trembling so much he was afraid he might accidentally bite
her.

His cock was trapped between their bellies. He got his arms
under her ass and she brought her other leg up to squeeze his waist tight. She
shifted so his cock fell free, the ultrasensitive head sliding along her slick
heat as it did.

Holding her close so she wouldn’t slip out of his wet arms,
he turned and pinned her to the shower wall so hard they both sounded a quiet
“oof”. God bless Busha and her obsession with non-slip bathtub decals, he
thought absently, feet braced solidly on the bottom of the tub. He could hardly
breathe when she maneuvered her hand between their bodies and guided the head
of his cock to her hot, wet little cunt.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. He went completely
calm and the trembling in his body subsided. She ran her hands over his face,
smoothed them over his wet hair, while they simply looked at each other for a
long moment.

She bit his bottom lip as he pushed inside of her a little.
The sharp edge of pain mixed with the heart-stopping feel of her squeezing him
tight, her pussy resisting him at first, brought out a moan that started deep
in his chest. He had her. She was his.

His.

He kissed her as roughly as he wanted to take her body. She
was tight but hot and wet and he could wait as long as she needed to get ready
for him. She dug her nails into his shoulders when he started rocking his hips,
stroking her with the head of his cock in short, tight movements that were
surely going to kill him.

He got a good hold on her ass to support her and brought one
hand up to cradle her breast in his palm. He brushed his fingers over her long,
hard nipple and then twisted gently, making her squirm against him, taking him
a little deeper.

A shudder racked his body and he lengthened his movements,
pushing farther into her each time, feeling her open up for him on every
thrust. Spurred on by the soft, desperate sounds she was making, he buried
himself balls deep in one long, persistent stroke and then had to hold very
still.

Every single one of his nerve endings began to tingle. There
was nothing, and he meant absolutely nothing, in the entire world that felt as
good as Petra—her tight cunt, her body wrapped around his, her heart beating
fast against his where their chests were pressed together.

“Oh, Pete,” he whispered, burying his face in her neck,
completely lost in her and afraid to move for fear he’d break the spell of the
moment by coming too soon.

She traced the wet tip of her tongue around the outside of
his ear, then bit down lightly on his earlobe, which did nothing to help his
self-control. When she whispered his name, her lips touching the side of his
face, he lifted his head and looked at her.

Her beautiful pale eyes were bright with arousal. Her cheeks
had gone pink and her slightly parted lips were swollen and blood red. She
spoke one word. “Hard.”

“This hard?” he asked, crushing her sweet mouth again and
for a long time.

She groaned so deeply he felt it all the way through his
body.

“Or hard like this?” He pinched her nipple and her hips bucked
as much as they could with him between them, pinning her to the wall. “Or do
you mean hard like this?” He pulled half out of her and thrust back in so fast
their bodies slapped together.

“All of it,” she panted. “Please.”

Teeth ground together and eyes locked on hers, he fucked
her. He fucked her hard, using long, relentless strokes to plunge into her body
over and over, making her gasp and then cry out, the pressure building quickly
for both of them.

They were surely waking up the whole house, slamming into
the shower wall, both of them moaning and carrying on the way they were. He
couldn’t care. He had one mission in life, and that mission was to make Petra
Romanov come.

Preferably screaming his name loud enough for the entire
city of Chicago to hear.

It happened fast, but she didn’t scream.

She pulled his hair to the point of pain. “Come,” she
demanded.

He was so incredibly close he could feel it in his back
teeth.

“No,” he said and fucked her harder.

Her eyes closed and her head dropped back against the wall.
She whimpered his name, then repeated it in a deep moan, and that undid the
last of his self-control. He came with a growl so deep he felt it all the way
down to his toes.

Alex rested his head against the wall behind her and fought
to catch his breath as his body came down from the high of his life. She
smoothed his hair back and kissed his neck gently, sending an aftershock
through him.

“We broke the condom rule,” he muttered stupidly.

“It’s all right.” She kissed a path to his shoulder. “You
know that.”

Right. He did know that. He’d had a condom break during a
questionable, drunken one-night stand once. As a show of support, Petra had
been going with him to get regular tests for STDs since then. They were both
disease free, and he knew she took birth control. Some part of his lust-addled
brain must have remembered it was all right or he never would have taken her
without protecting her.

He turned his head until their mouths met. She tightened the
hold she had on his waist and levered herself up so his spent cock slipped out
of her. He held her steady as he set her on her feet but never lost the deep
connection he had with her mouth.

She put her hands on either side of his face and gently
broke free. “Come to bed.”

God yes.

He was ready for her again by the time they got there.

She pushed him and he dropped like a felled tree onto his
back across the bed.

“There’s so much of you,” she said, standing between his
knees, looking him over as though she’d never seen him before.

He wanted to tell her every inch of him was hers, hers, all
hers forever and ever, amen, but thought it might be too much after his
confession the night before.

He folded his arms behind his head. “Help yourself.”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Stuff myself silly?”

The unbearable tickle of her fingernails as she raked them
gently up the insides of his thighs made him grit his teeth and then laugh the
higher she got.

“It’s an all-you-can-eat…
gah
…” Words failed him when
she cradled his balls in her hand, kneaded then tugged on them gently.

“That’s a dangerous offer considering you know how much I
can eat.” She tugged again and he could feel a fine sheen of sweat break out on
his forehead.

He gave her as steady a look as he could manage with his
eyes crossing the way they were. “I am not afraid,” he challenged, then threw
his arms up over his head when she bent and licked his cock in one long motion,
bottom to top.

It wasn’t exactly a blowjob, but she worked him with her
mouth until he was gritting his teeth and holding on for dear life to the side
of the mattress above his head. She explored her way up his body, licking,
kissing, biting him everywhere.

Her hand worked his cock the whole time, stroking him from
root to tip, gripping the head and giving it a maddening squeeze every time she
reached it. He was close to coming by the time she circled one of his nipples
with her tongue and then bit down, making his hips come off the bed as he
thrust into her hand, needing more.

But not yet.

“My turn,” he managed to say, carefully removing her hand
from his dick, knowing if she so much as bumped him the right way he was going
to go off.

“I’m not finished,” she protested, twisting her hand out of
his.

He sat up and maneuvered so his back was facing the top of
the bed, took her hand again and tugged. “Come here.”

He caught her mouth in a kiss, as she crawled toward him on
hands and knees. She kept moving forward, straddling his hips as he lay on his
back.

“Higher,” he prompted, hands on her hips, showing her the
way until she had her knees on either side of his head, her sweet pussy right
above his face. “
Now
it’s my turn.” He held her hips and licked her.

She took over in an instant, bracing her hands on the
headboard and controlling where he sucked and kissed and how much pressure he
used. The way she’d reacted when he’d gone down on her the night before had
been one thing. Getting to watch her from his current perspective was entirely
another.

This was the true meaning of the word awestruck, witnessing
the way her body undulated as she rode him, her nipples tight with arousal and
her mouth slightly open the way it was. He hummed to show his approval and she
ground down on him hard. His cock jerked in response. It wanted some too.

She must have had the same idea because she started to shift
down his body. He held tight, stopping her before she got too far. She
whispered something, but the only word he made out with any clarity was his
name as he covered her clit with his mouth and flicked her hard and fast with
his tongue.

She grabbed his hair and ground down once more with a sharp
cry and he could feel the first pulse of her orgasm in that swollen nub. He
sucked on it gently and her entire body jerked. Her head fell back and her hips
rocked. He stayed with her, holding her to him until her body started to relax.

Alex got an arm behind one of her legs and tipped her so she
landed on her stomach next to him, her feet toward his head. He went up on his
knees and turned, lifted her hips and slid a pillow beneath them, then
straddled her legs from behind.

“Oh fuck yes,” he heard her whisper as he stretched his body
over hers, weight on his arms and knees, his cock nestled in the furrow made by
her thighs.

He brushed her hair out of her face and she turned to kiss
him, long and deep.

“Are you ready for me?” But he was already reaching down,
guiding the head of his cock into the slick space at the top of her thighs,
seeking and finding her cunt.

Petra nodded eagerly, grabbed a fistful of his hair and
brought him down for another kiss. She was still tight but so incredibly wet he
was able to thrust all the way inside her in one move, making them both groan.
She arched her back, raising her ass up high, letting him go deeper.