Page 42 of Finding Alexei
Andi is in her final days, and we bring Ella to the hospital often where Andi strokes her hair or holds her frail hand. I never imagined she’d have such a sense of peace, but seeing the way Ryleigh and I care for her, I know she’s comforted knowing her daughter will be in good hands after she’s gone. I even hired a photographer to come with us last time, photographing Andi and Ella together—a memento that Ella will hopefully treasure when she’s much older and able to understand the sacrifice her mother made for her.
“I love that you don’t have a game this weekend. It’s nice having you home,” Ryleigh says, taking a sip of her wine.
“It’s the best. Just wait until the off-season. You’ll be sick of me.”
She shakes her head. “I highly doubt that.”
Our food is delivered, and we waste no time digging in. I love how comfortable we are together. There are no awkward silences or need for pretense. I steal a bite of her pasta, and Ryleigh almost stabs me with her fork.
I chuckle and shake my head at her.
Ryleigh has been working at the preschool for a couple of weeks now, and it’s been the perfect fit. She loves it and does an amazing job. And she’s on track to finish her degree in about eighteen months, which will open up even more opportunities to her, if she wants.
“So, are you feeling ready for the playoffs?” Ryleigh asks, forking a bite of her pasta.
“Hell yes. With you by my side, baby, there’s nothing I can’t do.”
She laughs, rolling her eyes at my cheesy line. “Think your mom will keep Ella for another hour?” she asks, her voice going sultry.
I smirk. “Yeah. Why, what did you have in mind?” The flirty look she’s giving me makes me wonder if she’s thinking about a lot more than dessert.
“I was thinking I’d like some uninterrupted sex to top off our date.”
I raise my hand, signaling to the server. “Check, please!”
Ryleigh chuckles.
A little while later we’re back home, and we barely make it through the door before my lips are on Ryleigh’s neck and I’m pressing her body up against the wall.
She lets out a murmured groan of approval, and I lift her so she can wrap her legs around my waist. I’m already hard for her, and I know she feels it, because she begins working her hips over my cock in a way that makes my balls ache.
“Shit, baby. Want you so bad.”
“Yes, Alexei.”
I work my hands beneath her dress and push her panties aside, stroking her wet, silky flesh while she makes a pleasure-filled sound of need.
I know I should take Ryleigh to the bedroom and lay her down against the pillows, make sure she’s comfortable, and worship her like the goddess she is, but I’m far too impatient. And way too needy.
“Foreplay later? Need you now,” I grunt as she palms my cock through my jeans and rubs it with her hand.
She makes a noise of agreement, and I work open the front of my jeans and shove them down over my ass with one hand until my cock is free. And then I push into Ryleigh’s tight body, stroking her inner walls until she’s panting and moaning and clawing at my shoulders.
“It feels so good, Alexei.”
I kiss her mouth once and then meet her eyes. “Yeah, baby?”
I pump my hips in a lazy rhythm, loving that I’m driving her wild with desire. Her eyes are hooded, and her head is resting against the wall as she watches me. I’m in no rush to end this, and continue pushing into her in long, slow strokes as I watch her cheeks blush and her eyes go hazy with lust.
“Tell me. Let me hear you.”
“I love your big cock. Give it to me,” she says on a moan, gripping me tighter.
Her words do something to me, and heat blooms in my chest. But rather than respond to her dirty endearment, as amazing as it was, I’m hungry for more.
My hips are still moving, but only barely. I take a deep breath and meet her eyes. “I love you.”
Ryleigh’s eyes widen at my words. It’s the first time I’ve told her how I feel, but definitely not the first time I’ve wanted to. I’ve known how I feel about her for weeks now. Shit, if I’m being honest, I think I knew that first night.
Her grip around my shoulders tightens, and her eyes grow watery. She looks so beautiful like this—so full of love, so full of me.
“I love you too.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there’s so much emotion behind her words. I sense she’s been waiting for some time to say that to me.
Welcome to the club, sweetheart.
Her words release something in me, and I begin fucking her hard and fast against the wall. Ryleigh cries out, gripping me as I pummel into her, our bodies melding together perfectly. Soon, she climaxes, clenching wildly around me as she says my name over and over. I love the sound of it on her lips. I love everything about her. Her strength, her stubbornness, and best of all—the fact that she’s mine.
