Page 16 of Mistle-Ho

A slow smile works across my mouth. “I like how impatient you are, Al.”

“I’m not impatient.” She chews her lower lip, trying to hide a smile. “I’m just worried this is a time-sensitive opportunity.”

A sharp laugh slips out. “Was that a premature ejaculation joke?” I work my hands toward her hips. “At my expense?”

She nods, that full lip going back between her teeth. “It was.”

“Funny girl.” I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants, stretching the elastic a little as I work the soft knit over the curve of her hips. “Lift.”

She doesn’t hesitate to raise her ass off the couch, watching me with those pretty blue eyes as I reveal more and more of her body. The softness of her skin brushes my knuckles as I skim them down, my cock so hard it aches even before I get my first peek at the perfectly shaped triangle of light brown hair covering her pussy. I don’t know how much work it takes to get it to look like that, but I plan to show my appreciation for her effort.

It’s nearly impossible not to get distracted by what’s in front of me, but I’ve made an ass of myself once with her, and I won’t do it again. So, even though all I want is to bury my face between her soft thighs, I force myself to continue peeling away the layers hiding the rest of her beautiful body.

Since I showed complete disregard for her clothing the last time we were together, I carefully drape her pants over the chair next to me before moving on to her T-shirt. I gather the front of it in one hand and use it to bring her closer, lifting Alexis up so I can more easily drag it over her head. Like last time, her bra and panties match. As I work the back hooks open, I lift my eyes from the satiny, pale pink cups to her face. “Do you always wear matching sets?”

Seeing Al wearing coordinating red lace the night of the party had me reacting in an unexpected way, rearing the ugly head of an emotion I’ve spent my adult life avoiding. But tonight, seeing her again wearing what would normally indicate preplanning when she was clearly spending her evening alone, makes me kick myself a little bit. I should have known better. Should have known Alexis would consider every aspect of what she’s wearing—including the parts no one else would see—regardless of the situation.

ButIget to see them, and it makes me a little smug. A little less jealous than I was.

But only a little, because now I want to know—

“How many people have touched you besides me, Al?” I slide away her bra, stifling a groan as the weight of her tits brings them closer to me.

“That’s none of your business.” Her retort is almost indignant sounding.

She’s always been a temperamental little thing. If she felt it, she said it, and Al doesn’t pull any punches or mince any words. She’s a whole pile of attitude packed into a tiny package, and I love it. The attitude, and the package.

And I want to know who else has loved it.

Hooking my hands behind her knees, I lever them higher until she tips back against the sofa. “Tell me anyway.”

I turn my head as I wait for her answer, running my lips along the inside of her thigh. Last time I was lucky enough to get my hands on her, I wasn’t in any way prepared for how good it would feel. Hopefully, having some time to wrap my head around what it’s like to touch her has given me the edge I need. The ability to make sure the tables stay turned in my favor.

I’ve almost reached the apex of her thighs when Alexis whispers a single word. A word I wasn’t expecting to hear.

“One.”

I lift my eyes to her face, sure I didn’t hear her right. “Did you say,one?”

The tip of her tongue slides across her lower lip, teasing me with a peek at a part of her I’ve thought about way more than I should have this past week. She gives me a slow nod.

One.

Fuckingone?

“You’ve only been with one person?” There’s no hiding the strain in my voice as a pressure unlike any I’ve ever known sinks into my skin.

Her eyes narrow, her brows lowering as she gives me a glare. “Not all of us have groupies ready to drop their pants at any moment.”

That stops me for a second. “Do you wish you did?” The thought of men whipping their dicks out right and left for Al has my fingers tightening where they grip the soft flesh of her thighs. And that possessive jealousy I hate so much is rearing its ugly head yet again.

“Women have needs too, ass.” She practically spits the words at me. Like she can’t believe I have the audacity to judge her for something I’ve done.

I honestly can’t believe I have it either. I’ve never given a single shit about who else a woman has been with. It wasn’t my business.

But Alexis? I want to hunt down that dick she dated in college—since he has to be the one—and rip his hands off. Maybe his lips too.

My eyes drop to the gleaming pussy begging for my attention. “And did Huge-nose satisfy those needs?”

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