Page 52 of Promise Me Ever After
I placed the glass on the table and covered his hand with mine, running the pad of my thumb over his knuckles. “It’s beautiful. How did you know what to get?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
An embarrassed smile overtook his features. “I may have had some help. I’m shit when it comes to buying presents.”
That he’d even thought to ask Darcy what I’d like spoke volumes. Russ would never have done something so thoughtful. Mentally, I punched myself. What the hell was I thinking about Russ for when a gorgeous, sexy, caring man sat right next to me?
“I know. Darcy told me. Thank you.” I moved my good hand to his face, placing it on his cheek, his stubble tickling my palm. My body twisted to face him and I leaned forward to meet his lips with mine. He laced his own hand into my hair, pulling me towards him. Our lips met in a sweet, teasing kiss which within seconds turned to something deeper, tongues tangled, hands running under clothes—his under mine, I was a little incapacitated right now. Pulling back, I straddled him, resting my left hand on the back of the sofa. I could feel his dick hard against me and my right hand went to the buttons on his chequered chef’s trousers, undoing them as quickly as I could. Slipping my hand beneath his boxers, I grasped his dick, palming it, my fingers alternately tickling his balls and crown.
“Shit, Georgie, that feels good,” he groaned.
Any hint of lingering pain I felt in my hand disappeared as Alex pulled down the low-scooped neck of my t-shirt and pushed the cups of my bra to one side to expose my tits. His mouth went to my left nipple, nipping and sucking, the right bud instantly hardening in response too. The tip of his forefinger and thumb pinched and rolled it, heat flooding to my core as he worked me. It was almost as if he knew exactly which buttons to press to get me off, despite only having one night of knowledge. My head fell backwards, getting my own pleasure overtaking the need to give Alex his.
I hovered on the edge of coming undone until Alex stopped.
“I want to be inside you.”
He flipped me onto my back, wrestling with the zip on my jeans and pulling them down along with my knickers, enough to give him access to what he wanted, but not enough to allow me to spread my legs wide. Kneeling back for a second, he dipped into his pocket and drew out his wallet, fumbling to get a condom from inside it. When he was ready, the tip of his cock nudged against my folds. A grunt escaped his lips as he slid easily inside me; I was so wet for him already.
“Alex,” I murmured. The position, combined with the restraint which came from the denim holding me in place, somehow made the friction stronger, harder, tighter. He thrust deeper, hitting spots I never knew could be so pleasurable.
“Look at me, Georgie.” Alex’s voice was strangled. I stared up at him, his blue pools were shrouded in darkness. He paused his movement for a second and I clenched around him, so, so close.
“Don’t stop…”
“As if I could, baby.” Slowly, deliberately, he picked up his rhythm again.
I clutched at his chef’s top, the buttons almost fully undone showing off his chest and abs. “Please, Alex, harder…” My muscles strained against my jeans, desperately wanting to widen my legs, wanting to wrap them around his waist and bury him deep inside me.
He paused again, then obeyed my wish, thrusting faster, deeper. When his thumb mashed against my clit, everything went white, and heat flooded through me. My hips bucked; breasts thrust high into the air. Alex’s mouth swooped down to my right nipple, repeating his earlier actions, keeping the orgasm rolling.
Fuck, I never wanted to get off this ride.
He thrust one final time, a grunt huffing from his lips, then his body relaxed against mine.
Alex rested his head in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily. “Didn’t expect that to happen when I came on shift tonight.”
I waved my injured hand. “I hear mind-blowing sex is a great healer for burns.”
He shifted his body to spoon against me, his back to the sofa cushions, placing an arm over me and pulling me in close. “I knew I’d read that somewhere,” he joked. He placed a kiss on my bare shoulder, rearranging my bra and t-shirt. “Do we need to get Sid to fuck up every time we’re on shift?”
24
Alex
“Amber,I need to borrow your car. Now.” I barrelled through the door of Blossom, oblivious to everyone else there.
She glanced up from what she was doing, her eyes shooting daggers at me. “Sorry, Belinda, please excuse my brother. He was clearly dropped on his head at birth and has no manners.” She patted the woman’s hand that she had just applied a bright pink nail polish to. “Pop that in the machine for me and I’ll be back in a second.”
Amber stood up and flashed her client a broad smile. When she turned to face me again, her expression was like thunder. She dragged me into the back, out of sight of the customers.
“What the fuck are you doing here? I’m working,” she hissed.
“I know that. It’s why I thought you wouldn’t need your car.” I spoke slowly, hoping to get her to understand. “Can I borrow it or not?”
“What do you need it for? Can’t you borrow Mum’s?”
I already regretted selling my car at the end of the summer. The amount I used it versus the amount it cost didn’t make sense. It was easier to borrow Mum’s or Amber’s.
“She’s gone shopping and I don’t know when she’ll be back. I’m helping Georgie with some decorating and we need to get supplies.”
