Page 5 of With Love, Alex

“Good morning.”An unfamiliar voice rasped against the back of my neck at the same time a hand wrapped around my hip and pulled me against a very hard appendage poking me in the ass.

My eyes flew open as last night came back to me in spectacular technicolor as did the headache from hell.

I was never drinking again.

The night before, we went back to Colton’s house in a gated community I’d only driven by a few times. It popped up several years ago, but no one knew anyone who lived there. Now I knew that Colton Decker had bought an enormous piece of land on the Southeast side of Fairlane and had houses built for his family and a few friends. From what I could tell in the dark, they were all the nicest homes in Fairlane. They sat up on a hill overlooking a manmade lake and most of town. The entire area was gorgeous even late at night. I knew it would be even more so during the light of day.

Once we got inside his house, Colton took off for his room and locked the door so that he could call his wife, stating that Matt could show us around. Matt took us for a limited tour since he’d only been there the one time and didn’t really care about the decor or layout. Dawn, Shelli, and I ate up our surroundings, we’d never been in a movie star’s house before. It was naturally gorgeous, but I was surprised that it wasn’t flashy or in your face wealthy. I never would have guessed one of Hollywood’s heartthrobs lived in it if by some twist of fate, I walked through it. We ended up in the kitchen where Matt made us all drinks and shots. By that time, I had no idea how many drinks I’d had only that I’d never drank so much in my life. My inhibitions were as low as my dress rode high up my thighs which Matt had taken a liking to, if my memory served me right. As his hand trailed up the inside of my thigh close to reaching the promised land, Dawn and Shelli excused themselves and made themselves scarce. I had no idea where they went only that I didn’t see them for the rest of the night. In all truth, I didn’t see much else of anything as Matt led me to the room that he was staying in, each of us with yet another drink in hand. By the time my back hit the mattress my inhibitions were nonexistent, and so were my panties.

What had I done?

One night out and I slept with some guy I’d only just met. I was going to have to do the walk of shame and in front of Colton Decker, no less. Another first. I couldn’t believe I had sunken so far on my first night out in forever. I couldn’t make this a pattern with an impressionable six-year-old at home. Not that he was going to know about my night of debauchery. If it were up to me, no one would find out, but I didn’t think I would get my wish seeing as Dawn was very likely still here and Taylor was probably sitting by her phone waiting to hear from me about my disastrous night out.

Scrambling out of bed, I wrapped the sheet I had luckily snagged in the process around my body as I looked around the room for my clothes. I kept my eyes away from the man in bed as much as I could. Since I’d stolen the sheet, he was naked and not one bit ashamed of his body. It was hard not to notice his tanned, muscular physique that was on display or his hard on that was sticking straight up saluting me in all his average glory.

If I remembered last night correctly, Matt had jackrabbited me to his completion. I can’t say that’s how I imaged the first time I had sex in years to go. To say it was disappointing even from the fog of last night and my almost debilitating headache was an understatement.

“Could you please cover up?” I asked in desperation to find my clothes and get the hell out of there with as much dignity as I could. Which seemed to be next to impossible.

“You took the sheet, sweetheart.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

Where the hell had the comforter gone? It didn’t matter he could cover up if he wanted to with a pillow or one of his hands. He didn’t want to, and he was enjoying how uncomfortable he was making me.

“Why don’t you come back to bed. When we’re done, I’ll make you some breakfast?” My eyes darted toward him only to see he was stroking himself.

Heaven help me.

Look away! Look away!

It took all my self-restraint to pull my eyes away. Finding Matt stroking himself was enticing to watch.

“I can’t. I have to get home. I’m sure my friends are waiting for me,” I sucked in a deep breath and peeked over at him. “I don’t do this. As in never.” I let out a sigh of relief when I found my underwear underneath a chair and shimmied my way into them from under the sheet.

Arms wrapped around my waist as he tried to tug the sheet loose, but I held firm. Taking a few steps away, I turned to look at him. Matt let out what sounded to be a frustrated sigh. “Hey, relax. I didn’t think you were the type of girl who…”

“Who what? Has sex with anyone she meets? Sleeps with a guy the night she meets him?” I whispered-yelled so no one else could hear me.

“No,” his eyes went wide. “I didn’t thinkanyof those things. My only thought was that I met a beautiful girl last night and had the privilege of having a nice night with her. The rest was just a bonus.”

Bonus.That was a nice way of putting what we’d done last night. It was my turn to sigh as I said his name. “I don’t know what you want from me. At this point in my life, I don’t know how to do anything except be a mom.”

“I’d like to get to know you better. From what I do know about you, I really like you, and I don’t know,” Ryan replied with a shrug. “We can see what happens if you want. I’m leaving. Later today actually. If you give me your phone number, we can keep in contact.”

“So, you want to be friends?” I asked uncertain what he wanted or the entirety of the male population, for that matter. I’d been out of the game for too long and was feeling hopeless in the man department. Maybe what little time I spent with Matt could teach me a little something about the dating world or maybe I was just fooling myself.

“I’d like to be more than friends, but if you’re not feeling it, then I guess we can just be friends.” His shrug was nonchalant, and I had to remember he was an actor. Did he really not care if we were only friends?

Was I being naïve to think he wouldn’t play me or had my time with Decker jaded me into thinking the worst about all men in any romantic sense? One of my best friends was male. Ryan had shown me that men could be good, great even, but I hadn’t seen him with any woman in a romantic sense since high school. Hopefully, he was better with the ladies now than he was then.

“What do you want?” he asked pulling me out of my musings.

What did I want?

I wanted to get on with my life. I had a strange feeling that the man in front me giving me his sad puppy dog eyes was the answer. Matt was still naked, and I was trying not to look at his erection that was still very happy to see me as I took him in with the morning light. In the light of day, I could see that his hair was brown with blond ends, short and curly even though it was cut short all around except for the top which was a little longer. Matt was cute. Very cute, in fact. I wouldn’t say he was handsome, but he knew how to use his looks to get the ladies. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be one in the long lists of women that had been in his life. I didn’t read gossip magazines, but I did love to look at People magazine in the checkout line. From what I had seen, Matt had not let his divorce bring him down. He was taking advantage of being a single man out on the town. The question was would Matt take advantage of me or would I never see or hear from him again after he left today.

“I’ll give you my number,” I finally answered. His satisfying smile told me he liked what I’d said. Never mind the still present erection that was pressed against my hip. Dipping his head, Matt placed a soft kiss on my lips before he started to grind into me. “But I really do need to leave and find my friends.”

Matt gave me a look of disappointment and nodded his head. “Let me get dressed. I’ll walk you out.”

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