Chapter 12 Alex
TWELVE
ALEX
“Someone get that!” Theo shouts from the living room when there’s a knock at our door on Friday.
“I’ve got it,” I answer on my way down the steps to the front hall.
Another knock sounds, more timid this time. I open it, finding a gorgeous sight that makes the corners of my mouth pull into a broad grin.
Lainey stands there with her hand raised to knock again. She leaves it hovering for a moment, then adjusts her glasses. My gaze sweeps over her, drinking in the oversized caramel colored sweater that highlights her eyes and her long legs accentuated by black leggings.
The warmth that expands my chest whenever I’m with her is becoming familiar.
Last time I saw her was earlier in the week when I had her spread out on her bed looking fucking perfect before I had to leave for practice.
Her doing, not mine. If it were up to me, I would’ve prioritized time to see her every day since then.
Even with a strenuous practice schedule and our home game yesterday, I’ve tried to make plans to spend time with her.
She keeps shooting me down, swearing she’s been way too busy with the final details of her dance preparations for tomorrow night’s benefit.
The memory of how I left her—and the insanely hot voice clip she sent of her pleasuring herself while I was playing hockey—ignites the urge to kiss her until she’s as off-kilter as I am because of my obsession with her.
Slow, I remind myself. She needs slow.
“Hey, you’re a little early. The party won’t get going for another hour at least.”
“I know.” She bites her lip. “It was either show up early or drive myself crazy waiting around. There’s nothing else I can do to get ready for tomorrow night’s benefit, either. And I couldn’t start the next chapter of my current book, because then I wouldn’t be at a good stopping point anymore.”
An amused hum leaves me. I clasp her wrist and draw her through the door until she steps into me. My head dips to brush my lips against her hair.
“Didn’t say I was complaining, sweetheart,” I murmur.
“Oh,” she breathes unevenly.
“Come on. We can hang out upstairs for a while.”
My hand engulfs hers. I tangle our fingers together and lead her to my room.
She hesitates on the threshold with a glance at me, then she steps inside and releases my hand. “So this is the promised land. Alex Keller’s bedroom.”
I smirk. “It’s not anything special.”
She peers over her shoulder with a soft, beautiful smile. “I wouldn’t say that. It feels like you.”
I brace my shoulder against the wall, watching her explore my space.
She pauses to look at the Hockey East Rookie of the Year trophy I was honored to receive from last season, then smiles at a photo of Theo and me at training camp from years ago.
I scan the room, wondering how she sees it through her eyes.
She points at one of my first hockey trophies from all the way back in youth league. “It’s good to see you’re proud of all your accomplishments.”
“My mom sent that,” I explain. “It’s, uh. One of my good luck charms.”
Her expression falters for a moment, growing distant before she seems to come back to herself. “That’s really sweet.”
She moves on to the shelf above my desk where I keep my prized collection of signed pucks. My tongue swipes across my lower lip and I rub at the glowing sensation expanding in my chest.
I really want to kiss her again. Fuck, I want to do so much more than that, too. But I told her we’d take this slow. Otherwise, I’ll have trouble controlling myself when it comes to her.
I already stripped her naked and buried my face between her legs after one addictive kiss. If I hadn’t stopped myself when she reached for my cock, I would’ve fucked her, no question.
This isn’t a hookup. I’m going to do this differently with her.
She deserves to be treated right. I want to go slow at her pace so she’s comfortable.
“You look good in this picture.” Her shy, warm tone does things to me.
I can’t resist any longer. Pressing off the wall, I close the distance between us, wrapping my arms around her from behind. Lifting her chin, I capture her mouth in a languid kiss.
After a moment, I maneuver us to the bed. I drop down to sit on the edge, pulling her with me so she lands with a knee on either side of my lap.
She breaks away to slip off her glasses, reaching for the nightstand. I help since I have a longer reach, setting them safely out of the way.
“That’s better,” she says.
“No, this is better.” I pull her back in and slant my lips over hers, mumbling against her mouth. “Much better.”
She hums, winding her arms around my shoulders. My hands roam down her sides, then beneath her sweater to grasp her waist. I love the way each touch makes her kiss me more urgently. She’s so responsive, straining against me while soft noises of pleasure escape her.
If she keeps grinding on me like that, I’m going to flip her over, pin her to the bed, and make her scream my name again with my cock filling her up.
Shit. As much as I want to tear her clothes off and explore every inch of her, I have to take this at a steady pace.
What counts as slow? The concept has been lost to me.
I speak against her plush lips. “Do you know how badly I want to spread you out on this bed?” Her breath hitches. I trail my mouth to find her ear. “All I can think about is how much I want to taste you again. I want to spend hours with my tongue inside your pussy.”
Lainey shudders, hips bucking. My fingers dig into her hips and a rumble builds in my chest.
“Please,” she whimpers, seeking me out for another heady kiss.
I give her what she needs for a moment, then pull back. “We’re not alone and the walls are thinner in this old house than they are in the dorms. Can you be quiet?”
She nods. “I don’t care. Please touch me. Do anything to me, Alex.”
I rake my teeth across my lower lip and release a ragged breath. “God, baby. You’re driving me crazy with all those pretty sounds you make.”
Sliding my hand from her hip to her ass, I tease my fingers between her legs. She arches back, giving me better access. I smirk at the damp spot on her leggings from just grinding on my erection. Each graze of my fingertips causes her to shiver.
She tips her head back, baring her throat to me. I lean forward and pepper it with open-mouthed kisses.
I stretch out against the mattress on my back, encouraging her to come with me while she straddles me. She braces her hands on my shoulders.
Finding the waistband of her leggings, I push them down to expose her ass. She bites her lip, eyelashes fluttering from the cool air hitting her flushed skin. I trace patterns across her ass with my fingertips, then pet her through her panties until she presses back in a silent plea for more.
With a deft move, I tug her underwear aside and glide two fingers through her slick folds. She trembles, tiny cries and moans catching in her throat the longer I tease her.
“So wet for me. Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
My fingers circle her hole a few times to get her ready before I sink one inside. She’s tight, but her pussy is dripping so much that it helps ease the way. The reactions flickering across her features are beautiful. I want more of them, working my finger deeper and curling it.
“Oh!” Her hands scrabble at my shirt.
I give her hip a squeeze with my other hand. “Keep rocking your hips, baby. Use me to make your clit feel good while I fuck you with my fingers.”
Blonde hair swings down to create a curtain around her face. I tuck it behind her ear to have an unobstructed view of her face. She begins to move her hips, using the bulging erection in my jeans for friction. I allow her to set the pace, matching it with my finger.
It’s not long before her flush deepens and her chest heaves with each breath. I add a second finger, savoring the feeling of her stretched around both of them. She finds a rhythm of rocking her hips to give her clit pressure and meet each thrust of my fingers inside her.
“Are you going to rub against me until you come all over my fingers?” I rasp.
“Oh my god.” She moans. “Yes. It feels so—”
She breaks off and the corners of my mouth lift in satisfaction. “That’s it. Don’t stop, Lainey.”
When her hips falter and she clenches on my fingers, a loud moan tears from her. I cover her mouth with my free hand to keep anyone else from hearing her come undone for me. I keep playing with her while she rides out her orgasm, murmuring praise to her.
I could spend the rest of the night watching her face while I make her come over and over.
But her brother is right downstairs. And probably half of Heston’s campus by now for the party.
Pulling my fingers free, I sit up and fix her leggings. She keeps her hands to herself in her lap, plucking at the hem of her sweater. Her eyes are dazed and her lips pull into a soft smile to match mine.
I curl an arm around her and show off my glistening fingers. “This will have to tide me over until the next time I can enjoy my new favorite meal.”
With a smirk at her surprise, I lick them clean, groaning when lust flares in her gaze. She tugs at my wrist, then cups my jaw before leaning in to kiss me.
Reluctantly, I stop her long before I’m ready to end it. My erection shows no signs of flagging, even though I need it to calm down. Shit, maybe I’ll have to rub one out really quick to take the edge off.
“Do you need anything or want to freshen up?” I sigh. “The bathroom’s a shared one, though. Really wishing I had the captain’s room so I had my own private one.”
She shakes her head, granting me a sly look that I like on her. “I’ll be okay. I’m pretty sure you took care of all that clean up.”
Chuckling, I grab her beneath her thighs and shoot to my feet, enjoying the way she holds on tight with a little yelp. After a quick peck, I set her down.
“Where are you going?”
She hovers by the bed. Her playfulness disappears, becoming uncertain.