Page 6 of On the Line
In fact, after their romp in the sheets the night before, when he got her off not once but twice, wildly jerking himself while he licked her through the second orgasm, Lexie was ready and willing to return the favor.
So she tossed the covers back enough to roll her naked body toward him and pressed her chest and stomach along his warm side, slinging her leg over his thigh. His arm, still draped over her, tightened, and a deep sigh emanated from his chest.
She leaned forward to press open-mouthed kisses across his chest, flicking her tongue over a nipple, and his hand floated down her back to cup her ass.
“Good morning,” he mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes as Lexie sat up to straddle him and slid down his body until she was eye-to-eye with her favorite appendage.
Instead of responding with her own greeting, she traced the head of his cock with her tongue and giggled when his whole body twitched.
“Lexie,” he hissed. “Don’t play with me.”
“You love it when I play with you.”.
He looked down at her, brown eyes glowing in the morning sun, and said, “You’re always so sassy. I should spank you.”
“Later,” Lexie said and wrapped her mouth around him.
Afterward, they made their way downstairs, where her best friend Berkley and Berkley’s fiancé Brent were already in the kitchen, the latter at the stove, frying up a mountain of scrambled eggs, and the former at the counter, cutting up strawberries.
“Morning Lexie, morning Chris.”
Lexie’s companion mumbled a response as he sank onto a bar stool.
Chris Murphy. What could Lexie say about Chris Murphy?
For starters, he was no Mitch Frambough, which was a point in his favor most days. Truthfully, Chris was Mitch’s opposite in many ways. Where Mitch was tall, fair-haired, and green-eyed, Chris was average height—which was actually the same height as her—with curly chocolate brown hair and eyes that turned molten in the sun, like hot cocoa with a splash of cream. He didn’t have a professional athlete’s physique but took excellent care of himself. In casual conversation, he was quiet and thoughtful, but behind closed doors…well, Lexie was pleasantly surprised the first time she got him into bed, and what she expected to be a quickie turned into a two-day sexual bender.
The boy did incredible things with his tongue.
They had been at the Jean family cabin in upstate New York for a week, enjoying some downtime with Brent and Berkley before training camp started, and Berkley went back to school. Seven days together, and Chris still could barely look Brent in the eyes. Lexie had failed to clue Chris in on exactly who Brent was on purpose, wanting to see what kind of reaction he would have when he discovered she was friends with a professional athlete.
It didn’t go well, as was evidenced by the fact that even now, a week later, Chris was still starstruck.
Lexie didn’t feel anything in particular for Chris one way or the other outside of the fact that he was easy to spend time with, and the sex was incredible.
But there was a new tension between them, and Lexie knew the moment was coming when he’d ask her for something more serious.
Something she couldn’t give him.
Not after Mitch.
It was wild to compare her life from twelve months ago to her life now. A year ago, she had spent this very week, the week of Brent’s then-thirtieth birthday, in this exact same cabin. She had shared the same guest room with Mitch, woken up next to him, and done all the things with him that she’d done with Chris this morning.
Berkley held a mug of coffee out, and Lexie took it gratefully, allowing the too-hot sip to chase away those memories of last summer and all the ones before and after that involved Mitch Frambough.
Lexie padded back across the kitchen, with its white-washed everything and giant windows that overlooked the lake, to set up camp on the bar stool next to Chris while Brent and Berkley finished making breakfast.
The foursome chatted about nothing, the conversation stilted, lopsided, mainly Lexie, Berk, and Brent carrying it while Chris sat awkwardly, sipping his coffee.
Chris wasn’t Mitch, and Lexie hated herself for constantly comparing the two. Sometimes, she couldn’t help it. Mitch had, up until four months ago, been a huge part of her life. She couldn’t just erase that from her memory, as badly as she wanted to.
Once breakfast was finished, Lexie and Chris followed Brent and Berkley out to the patio to eat, where Brent, bless him, tried desperately to get Chris to open up about his life in Detroit, how he and Lexie met, and what his hobbies were outside of work. Unfortunately, Chris wasn’t interested in making small talk with the star hockey player, and would rather stare at him in awestruck silence.
Lexie struggled not to roll her eyes.
By the time they finished their meal, Lexie’s shoulders were burning from tension, and she loosed a large sigh of relief when Chris, surprisingly, trailed inside after Brent to clean up.
“You’re going to end things with him, aren’t you?” Berkley asked the moment they were alone.
