Page 85 of Hard to Love
“Oh, God,” she breathed, pressing against him.
He shifted and pressed her thighs up so she was braced flatfooted against the mattress and spread wide open. Such a vulnerable position for a woman—under her lover, giving him access to everything without the means to defend herself, physically or emotionally.
And when Alex pushed two fingers inside her, sending all those nerve endings into overload, Greer would’ve given him anything. She couldn’t control her hips. Didn’t really try. She rode his hand with jerky thrusts while he continued to tongue her clit.
The pressure built between her legs, under her closed eyelids, around her heart. When it all became too much, she clamped her thighs around him and let the orgasm take her. Waves of red and green and violet and indigo streamed through her body. A technicolor orgasm. That was one for the art history books.
As the wave slowly receded, Greer relaxed into the mattress, letting her boneless legs drop and her arms splay to either side.
Alex pressed a kiss first to one inner thigh and then the other. “You okay?”
The sound that came from Greer’s mouth wasn’t so much a word as it was a grunt, and Alex laughed. “I’m not sure how to take that.”
“I…I just orgasmed a rainbow.” She cracked her eyelids open to watch Alex lift up and brace his hands on either side of her head.
He smiled down at her. “Is that a good thing?”
“It was a rainbow, Alex. Rainbows are inherently good.”
“Was it just, you know, red and yellow or—”
“A complete ROYGBIV.”
“Damn—” his smile cranked up on one side, makinghim look smug and boyish at the same time, “—I’m an artist.”
He was an artist on so many levels. Greer wrapped her arms behind his neck, pulling him down into a deep, slow kiss. She sank into it—the power, the softness, the sweetness. When they finally broke apart, all her limp parts were ready to get back in the game, and Alex was breathing heavily.
She cupped his ass and lifted her hips. “You have to know I wasn’t one of those kids who was ever satisfied with an eight-pack of crayons.”
With a stretch that rubbed his hard parts against her soft parts, Alex yanked open a bedside drawer and grabbed a condom. “Oh,” he said, kneeling to roll on protection, “the first time I heard your voice, I knew you were a sixty-four-count kind of woman.”
“Sixty-four?” She urged him back down and wrapped her legs around his waist, aligning them perfectly. “Surely you’ve heard they make boxes of ninety-six.”
She lifted and he lowered, sliding sweet and hot into the heart of her. They both stilled, adjusting to the feel, the perfect shock of two bodies becoming one. Then, Alex began to rock, a slow, hypnotizing roll of his hips. He whispered in her ear, “Mi cielo,this is nothing less than a hundred count.”
A hundred meant perfect. And in that moment, with their bodies and hearts pressed together, they were perfect.
The build was slower this time, a full-body experience that had Greer trembling from head to toe.
How could this man—this talented, antisocial, strangely patient man—be anything less than her soul mate? If her boots wanted to tell her something else, she’d throw the damn things in Honeywell Creek and let them float all theway to the Gulf.
As he continued to rock against her in a perfect rhythm, Alex framed her face in his hands. “No matter what happens, I want you to remember this night. This is how I feel about you, Greer.”
Her heart stuttered. Something about that sounded ominous even though it should’ve been sweet. Before she could ask what he meant, Alex covered her mouth with his and reached between their bodies to do a figure eight around her clitoris.
That was it. Her brain and body simply separated when the orgasm overtook her this time. He let her ride it out—aftershocks and all—before he picked up the pace and let go. He went deep, his body went rigid, and he groaned as he came.
“Holy Mary, Mother of God,” he breathed as he relaxed on her. He dropped down and rolled, pulling her to his side. “That…that was…”
“Crimson,” she said. But as soon as she said it, she regretted it, because that lush shade was too close to black.
With Greer lying therewith her head on his shoulder, absently stroking his nipple ring, peace tried its damnedest to settle over Alex, to allow him to pretend that he’d found his way back into a family. One that challenged him at times, but one he came to appreciate more and more each day.
Even the PTO picnic earlier had only been half as painful as he’d bitched it was.
And Greer’s brother? Well, Alex could respect his feelings for his sister. His need to protect her and look out for her even though she was a grown woman. Because, honestly, did your siblings ever grow up in your eyes?
They stayed perpetually children, just as Nicolás had in Alex’s eyes. Now Alex needed to face the reality that Nicolás wasn’t a child, although he was making decisions that could destroy the rest of his life.
