Page 50 of The Puck Charmer
“Fill me, Alek. I want all your cum inside me.”
His hands find my hips and his fingers bite into my skin as he holds on to me like I’m the center of his universe. Happy tears sting my eyes as he calls out my name and lets go deep inside me, finding the pleasure he’d been chasing. I quiver at his hot release of pressure, revel in the sensations as he pulses inside my ass, filling me with every last drop.
* * *
Disoriented after that powerful climax, I gasp and close my eyes, waiting for the world to right itself around me. His body presses against mine, and we stay in that position for a long time. After a while, he pulls out, drags a blanket up to cover me.
“Stay put,” he says, and if I had the energy to laugh, I would. I’m too weak, to sated to move. When he said he’d keep me here forever if he could, it could very well happen. I’m not sure I’ll be able to move for a week.
He comes back and puts a warm cloth between my legs, and tears once again fill my eyes. The gesture is sweet and thoughtful and tugs at my emotions.
“Feel okay?” he asks.
“Never better,” I manage to get out. He disappears again, and the next thing I know he’s snuggling in beside me. He pulls me to him and arranges my body until I’m flush against his side, my head on his chest. My mind drifts, taking pleasure in the way he touched me with passion, and ownership, a delicate tenderness in his fingers that went well beyond the physical.
Everything inside me squeezes tight at the gentle display of affection. I lift my head to see him, and his drowsy expression is filled with pure adoration when it meets mine. Could he be any sweeter?
“Hey,” he murmurs.
“H
ey yourself,” I say, trying for casual when my whole world is completely off balance.
He absently runs his fingers up and down my arm, leaving goosebumps.
“Do you want to have a nap while I get dinner ready?”
I yawn, completely drowsy, but I don’t want to sleep. I want to spend all my time with this man. “No, I want to help.”
“Tell you what. I’ll pour you a glass of wine by the pool. You can relax while I barbecue dinner.”
“You don’t want my help?
“You caught the fish for us, babe. I’ll do my part by cooking it for you.”
Us.
My God, I love the sound of that. He touches my chin, lifts it. He leans down, pressing his mouth possessively on top of mine. My heart misses a beat as I give consideration to our future. Everything in the way he touches me and worships me speaks of something deeper. Is it possible that he might want the same thing I do? That after I finish Tyler’s yard, we don’t go our separate ways? What if I ask and I’m wrong?
What if I ask and I’m right?
15
Alek
Warm contentment fills my soul as Alyssa sips her wine in the pool and tosses the ball for Jack. He dashes off and his tail wags madly as he retrieves the ball and races back to the edge of the pool.
I grin as they play. “I thought he was a Jack Russell Terrier, not a retriever.”
“He just has so much energy to burn off.” She takes the ball from his mouth. “You like that, boy, you like that, huh?” she asks, and gives his head a quick rub before tossing the ball again.
He barks as he rushes off and she takes a sip of wine, sets it down and pushes off the side of the pool, completely naked beneath my watchful eye and completely comfortable in her own skin. I exhale slowly, happiness shimmering through me as I take in the view, thinking this is something I could totally get used to. Yeah, I’m a bachelor, a known player, and the guys have been telling me once the right girl comes along that will change it all. I never saw anything like that coming.
Until now.
Oh, boy.
“How’s the trout?” she asks.