Page 105 of Under Ground

After sliding on a condom, I spoon her, sliding my cock into her in one slick movement that leaves her gasping.

“Alex.” She cries out my name, and not for the first time, I am relieved that the soundproofing in these rooms seems solid.

We move as one, joined together. I grasp her breast, teasing her nipple with my thumb until it’s pebbled and ready for my tongue. She rolls slightly back to give me access, running her fingers through my hair as I suckle at her breast.

And when I come, I pull her so hard against me that she lets out a squeal and we laugh between kisses. How I love this woman.

After we both visit the bathroom, she snuggles back beside me and I hold her tight.

“What’s this surprise?” she asks.

“We’re going to look at a house. I called an agent last week as I saw something I liked online and wanted to follow it up.”

Her eyes widen. “A house?”

“We can’t stay here forever. And it’ll get us more settled.” I sweep my tongue across my lower lip. “There’s even enough room to set up a studio there for you.”

“Oh, Alex.” She pulls my face towards hers and kisses me.

“And then when you cry out my name, there’s no risk of our friends hearing it.”

For the first time in a while, her cheeks pink up. “No. Do you think …?”

“If they do, they don’t say anything. But yeah, a bit more privacy would be nice.”

She laughs against my skin. “Sounds wonderful.”

“We’ll take Casey to look at it too. I want both opinions.”

Her smile warms me in a way I haven’t felt in what seems like forever. “Making decisions as a family. I love it.”

“It’s the only way we’re going to do things from here on in.”

* * *

After breakfast, we take a drive to the house. It’s about twenty minutes away from where we’re staying, so close enough that we can visit our friends, but also in an area we can afford.

If I can land the kind of roles I want, then one day we can move closer, but for now, this works.

Lana’s mouth falls open as I pull up outside the house.

It’s nothing like Josh’s place—it’s a one-level, four-bedroom house with an office and a sleepout. But it has a lawn front and back, with plenty of room for Casey to play, and high fencing to keep people from observing us from the street.

“Is this it?” she asks.

“This is it.” I grin. “Looks like the agent is here.”

A tall, dark-haired man steps out of a late-model BMW in the driveway and walks toward us as we get out of the car. “Alex Stone? I’m Gregory Ross.”

I shake his extended hand. “Great to meet you. This is Lana and Casey.”

“Hi, ladies.”

Lana smiles. Casey disappears behind Lana’s leg, suddenly shy.

“Let’s go take a look,” Gregory says.

My head spins when we step in the front door. This is real.