Page 53 of The Rival (Looking to Score 2)
Alex’s hand slides from my throat down to my chest. He pushes my tank top out of the way and fills his palm with my breast, teasing me.
“This okay?” he asks, dropping his mouth to my neck where he leaves hot, sucking kisses.
“Yeah,” I murmur.
His hand moves between my legs, where he caresses me with soft touches. I arch against him and part my knees.
Oh . . . wow. I thought I was going to be the one pleasuring him, but Alex’s skillful fingers are working me right toward the edge.
“Love touching you,” he says, whispering the words against my parted lips.
I push my hand inside his boxers while he flips open the cap to the bottle and drizzles some lube into his palm. Then he closes his fist around his swollen shaft and begins slowly stroking himself.
It’s hot as hell watching his hand move over himself . . . his muscled forearm bunching with the effort. The halted breath that shudders in his chest. As he strokes himself with one hand and me with the other, I can do little more than writhe beneath his touch.
I bring my hand to his groin and push his boxers out of the way, then trail my fingertips down until I can cup his balls in my palm.
Alex groans quietly. “That’s a girl.”
With a moan, I come apart, clutching his forearm between my legs and riding out the waves of pleasure. When I open my eyes, Alex is gazing down at me.
I press my mouth to his. “This was supposed to be about you.”
He kisses me quickly. “Believe me, it is. It’s hot as hell watching you get off.”
I curl my fist around his, needing to touch him. His chest rises with a quick breath, and I can tell he’s getting close.
“Ahh. Fuck,” he mutters, his abs tightening as my hand moves along him in a quickening pace.
A few more strokes and Alex lets go, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. When his mouth finds mine, I feel the warmth of his release on my skin.
“Don’t move,” he says, a little breathless.
Then he moves through the bedroom, naked but completely comfortable. He returns with a soft expression and a box of tissues, which he uses to wipe the sticky globs from my stomach.
I gaze up at him adoringly while he concentrates on his task of cleaning me. But I’d give anything to know what he’s thinking.
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ASPEN
Sitting on the deck, I scroll absentmindedly through the apartment listings on my phone. Believe me, I’ve tried, but I can’t ignore this task forever. I’m going to be back in the real world soon, and it’s time I started acting like it.
A cool breeze rustles the treetops, yet another reminder that summer is on its last legs. Which means I can only enjoy the perks of freeloading at Saint’s cabin for a few more days.
The apartment search was something I’ve been dreading ever since I packed up my old place and moved in with Eden and Holt. But there’s no avoiding it now. With the extra cash I’ve earned from this summer gig, I might be able to afford a nice little studio after all. Or at least one that’s not in the shady part of town.
Although, it’ll never be as nice as the cabin I’ve been calling home. The truth is, I don’t love this place for the amenities, although those are absolutely a perk. I don’t even love it for the views, which are unforgettable, of course. I love this place for the memories I’ve created here with Alex.
But now’s not the time for fantasy. It’s time to be practical.
You can do this.
I sigh, making a mental note to compare the places that have utilities included in the rent. I’ve sent out a few inquiries and scheduled some tours for when I’m back in Boston. Luckily, there’s no shortage of units available this fall, and the agents seem eager to get rid of the dead weight left from the summer. Turns out, I’m not nearly as nervous about finding a place as I am about leaving this one.
Almost as if he knows I’m thinking about him, Alex steps out onto the deck in a navy-blue hoodie, gray sweatshorts, and bare feet. His hair is still wet from his morning shower.
God, he’s gorgeous. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how handsome he is. He takes my breath away.
“You’re up early,” he says. He’s carrying two cups of coffee and offers me one. Black, because he knows that’s how I like it. “Thanks for getting the coffee going.”
“No problem,” I say with a smile. I already feel a thousand times more at ease with Alex near. “I woke up before my alarm and couldn’t fall back asleep.” Truth is, I barely slept at all last night.
