Page 31 of Finding Alexei
All of America calls him Alex. He’s known only as Alex Ivan. He doesn’t give me an explanation for why he introduced himself as Alexei, but I can only think it was perhaps because he wanted a more intimate connection with me. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself as he shoves my pajama pants down my legs, then lifts me and places me carefully in the center of his bed.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” he murmurs, palming my breasts as he lies down beside me. He’s definitely a boob man. Whenever my shirt comes off, he can’t seem to help caressing my breasts, palming their weight in his hands, or sucking my nipples into his talented mouth.
Our conversation is apparently over, but it doesn’t stop me from wondering about what all this means, even as Alexei’s mouth moves lower and my worries morph into pleasure.Chapter ElevenAlexeiNow that I know how perfect Ryleigh feels writhing beneath me, how deliciously tight she is, the sounds she makes during sex that drive me insane, I’m having a hard time keeping my hands to myself and my dick in my gym shorts.
It’s entirely inappropriate, yes. I know I promised myself I’d be a gentleman and that I’d help her because it’s the right thing to do, not because I want something from her. Expecting physical pleasure in exchange for being a nice guy, thinking she’d share her body with me just because I gave her a warm place to sleep? That would make me no better than the creepy pricks who hassle her at work.
“So, what are you in the mood for?” Ryleigh asks, opening the fridge and peering inside.
Her ass looks so sexy in the yoga pants she’s wearing, that it’s instinct when I step up behind her and take her hips in my hands, tugging her back toward me.
“This,” I murmur, kissing the back of her neck.
She chuckles and arches into me, bringing her curvy ass directly in line with my growing cock.
For once, food isn’t the only thing on my mind, and since Ella is enjoying one of her late-afternoon naps, I figure we can delay dinner for a little while longer.
I bring my lips to the back of Ryleigh’s neck and press a tender kiss there. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you at practice.”
“Mmm,” she murmurs, her soft curves teasing me.
“Have you ever tried running forty yards with an erection?” I whisper against her neck.
Ryleigh chuckles. “Can’t say I have.”
My hands move from her hips to her perky tits, and I groan when I fill my hands with them. When my thumbs run over the firm peaks of her nipples, Ryleigh lets out a soft moan.
“You hungry?” I ask as the fridge door closes on its own.
She rocks her ass against me again, finding the ridge in my pants and grinding against it. “Yes, but not for food.”
I smile. Perfect.
My palms slide from her breasts down over her stomach, and I dip a hand under the elastic band of her yoga pants. Pushing my fingers inside her panties, I apply light, teasing pressure as Ryleigh arches and moans into my touch. She’s already getting wet.
“You get me so hard, baby. You feel that?” I shift my hips and rub my steely erection against her ass.
After one more naughty thrust between her perfect ass cheeks, I spin her in my arms and take her mouth in a hot, searing kiss. Ryleigh matches my enthusiasm, her tongue moving with mine.
I’m about three seconds away from lifting her to the kitchen counter and taking her right here when my intercom system beeps at us.
Ryleigh pulls back, confusion painted all over her lust-filled features. “What’s that?”
Shit. It must be someone in my family. They’re the only people the security staff is instructed to let in.
I pull a deep breath into my lungs and cross the room to the screen mounted on the wall. I tap a button. “Yes?”
“Alexei. It’s Valerie.”
Fuck. I press the button to let her in, then turn to meet Ryleigh’s confused expression. “It’s my little sister.”
I have just enough time to adjust my cock in my boxers before the door bursts open to a crying seventeen-year-old.
“It’s official,” she chokes out between sobs. “I hate all men.”
I open my arms and Valerie charges me, coming in for a hug and then crying against my chest. Ryleigh’s eyes widen as she watches us.
When I clear my throat, Valerie steps back. “Oh. I didn’t know you had company.”
I nod. “This is my friend Ryleigh. She and Ella are hanging out for a bit. That okay with you?”
“Ella?” Valerie asks, her thin brows rising.
Ryleigh crosses the kitchen and offers Valerie her hand. My sister quickly wipes at her cheeks before shaking Ryleigh’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, and yeah, Ella is a baby I’m, um, babysitting for a little while.”
