Facing Off with Alexi (Witch Field Prowlers Book 2) Page 5

  “Unless you want me to blow my top right here and now?” He waited for the words to sink in.

  She released him, without treating the situation like she’d touched a hot stove, and backed off until she stood before him. She ran a hand through her hair. “I don’t know what to do or where to go.”

  He reached out and grabbed her hands, holding them until she lifted her gaze to stare into his eyes. “You think this is easy for me? You felt my hard-on? I want more than anything to take you to bed right now, but if I did that, this could become awkward and you would back off and we’d return to where we were before, with tension between us. I know you. So with that, I think movie night is over, okay?”

  A stubborn glint came into her eyes, and she pressed her lips together.

  He tugged on her hands. “Okay?”

  “No, I’m not ready for this to be over. Pick another movie.” She lifted her chin, daring him to nix the idea.

  “You sure? You don’t need time to decompress?” He wanted to make sure she wasn’t pushing herself to spend time with him just because she didn’t want things to be awkward.

  “I want this. I can’t keep running away from you. So pick a movie.”

  He released her hands, stood up, and made his way to the TV, happy that she wasn’t going to hide from him. But later would be another matter. As surreptitiously as he could, he adjusted his erection, but he doubted anything but a quick jerk-off session would alleviate his state of being. This would be one of many times, he was sure of that.

  Chapter Six

  Tianna lay in bed. Tingles raced along her thighs and her sex. Her nipples pulsed, demanding attention. Cold air from the AC system permeated the thin material of her tank top, doing nothing to stave off the need flooding her body. Ugh, Alexi. She couldn’t go to him to finish what they’d started in the living room. Despite the flirtation and bet, she had mixed feelings about just giving in and going with the flow. It was nice to know how he felt, but there was no way she was sacrificing their friendship to give in to lust, so she was on her own.

  She got off the bed and padded across the room, taking care to tread as lightly as she could. Alexi may be a heavy sleeper, but he’d not be asleep yet. She pulled open a drawer and extracted her bag of sex toys. There had been no expectation for the week except to hang out with her best friend. This had always been their yearly no-lovers-or-significant-others week for them. No drama or forced interaction, just a chance to catch up and bond. Now sexual tension had come between them. Damn New Year’s Eve and giving in to desire and the awkward eight months of not discussing that night or confronting what had been happened.

  She needed something to get the job done quickly. She brought her bag over to the bed and dumped out its contents, wincing at the clattering sound before turning on the little nightstand lamp.

  She tiptoed over and checked out in the hall, pausing to listen for any movement or any indication that he was awake. Nothing. She shut the door and went back to her bed. After sorting through her options, she chose her favorite vibrator: purple with a detachable clit stimulator with thrusting and gyrating capabilities. She restored everything to her bag excerpt for the dildo and a bottle of lube.

  Anticipation lit up her nerve endings. The tingles that raced along her inner thighs increased. Her cream dampened her pussy, soaking her panties. She climbed onto the bed, more than ready to sate some of the heated desire coasting through her body. After settling against her pillows, she grabbed a few tissues, put them next to her before she picked up the sex toy and placed it on her lap. She grabbed the lube, flicked up the top, and squeezed out a dollop before shutting the lid and putting the bottle on the nightstand. The cool gel was a soothing contrast to her warm skin. She grasped the dildo’s handle. The weight and rattle reminded her that it wasn’t real. A ping of sadness bounced around her chest. She wished that she could smell the woodsy, spicy cologne he used, the simple fresh soap, his sweat-dampened skin. Unable to put the dildo down, she scooted off the bed and padded over to the dresser once more, pulled open a drawer, and tugged out one of his old jerseys. She always kept one along with a bottle of his cologne for the moments when loneliness overwhelmed her and she needed to be near him in any way she could.

  With her hip, she shut the drawer and padded back to her bed, climbed up, and settled down once more. Just having the jersey near her gave her some comfort. She spread her legs, letting the jersey brush against her skin once. Her mind painted a picture of the last time he’d worn it. Just after he’d been traded to the Prowlers. The silver, purple, and black symbol of the hammer on the front had become chipped and faded. He’d smiled at her, that grin that turned her knees to jelly. Even now a slight weakening drifted down her legs. A flush filled her face, slipped along her throat, and cascaded across her chest. Her nipples tightened, setting off sparks. She squirmed, unable to keep still. Her vaginal walls rippled, and more of her cream leaked onto her inner thighs.

  With her free hand, she reached up and cupped her breast. She imagined it was Alexi’s hand on her globe. His roughened palm pressed against the silken warmth of her flesh. A ripple of electricity shot from her nipple straight to her clit. She bucked her hips off the bed, suspended in sensation for a moment before sitting back down and parting her legs wide. Electricity danced along her limbs. She knew if Alexi had been with her, he would take his time, plumping the full mound, admiring the way it overflowed his hands, teasing the thick peak with pinches, rolls, and tugs. She moaned, arching her back, giving herself up to the pleasure and pain. Needing more stimulation, she flicked on the vibrator to the lowest setting and touched it to her nipple. She hissed as the vibrations increased her desire.

  “Alexi,” she moaned. She ran her fingernails across her chest in a soft rake that would leave no marks to the other globe. The slight burn only enhanced the feelings buzzing through her. She repeated her actions on her other breast until both tips were too tender to touch. The cold breeze drifted across her chest, setting off a shower of sparks. She moved her touch from the center of her cleavage, over her abdomen to circle her belly button before drifting across her stomach, scratching the skin, imagining it to be Alexi’s stubble or the velvety rasp of his tongue.

  She viewed the world through a narrow slit of dark lashes, painting the room in shadow with spots where the moonlight silvered the room. Sweat slipped down her brow, coated her chest and stomach. Her body temperature increased with each swipe of her nails. She followed the path of her free hand with the vibrator, allowing the gentle pulses to increase her fervor. Her breathing hitched as her the smooth head passed over her mound. She licked her lips as her need reached a new level. In her desire-soaked mind, one damning thought nudged some of her need away. Damn Alexi. Why couldn’t he have just given in to me?

  She shook her head and ignored the rebuke and concentrated on what would come next. Her hand shook as she parted her thickened labia, the slick flesh fever hot. Her clit throbbed for attention. The needy bundle of nerves jumped as her fingertips passed over the head. With sure touches, she stroked and traced along her slit and around her entrance, sinking her fingers as far as the first ring of muscle before pulling back. Just a tease for now. She continued to trace and torment her pussy until she reached the edge. She shut her eyes and lay back, getting comfortable before she touched the flared head of her dildo to her nether lips. The gentle quivering stimulated the nerve endings, sending a shock wave from her clit through her body. Her toes curled. Her breath stalled. She gritted her teeth to stave off the rising tide.

  In her mind’s eye, it wasn’t the warm plastic that touched her pussy but the head of Alexi’s penis. The thick crown dragged along the seam. White-hot desire rose, threatening to engulf her. Don’t want to climax just yet. In her fantasy, Alexi had come to her, explored her body, bet forgotten in the heat of passion. Now he hovered above her, ready to fuck her senseless. She tilted her hips up and pressed the tip of the vibrator to her opening and pushed it in slowly, taking her time. N
o rush. She kept her vulva parted with her index and ring finger, using her middle finger to stimulate her clit with brief taps and rubs. The deeper the toy was pushed, the more pulses she felt radiating through her.

  She sucked in air through clenched teeth as she worked the vibrator in and out with shallow thrusts at first. Her hand became slippery with sweat. Pearls of water glided over her body, making it feel as if thousands of fingers slid along her skin with each shift. Her vaginal muscles bore down on the device, relaxing and pulling it deeper with each retreat and return. In her mind, it was Alexi pushing and withdrawing within her. His name became a chant on her lips, begging her absent lover to fuck her harder.

  When she could no longer continue to hold onto the vibrator, the flip of a switch turned the sex toy into what she needed. The dildo fucked her with slow, deep thrusts, nudging her closer to climax, but left her hanging. She tapped another button, and the clit stimulator came to life, flicking and beating against the thickened nub. With her hands free, she massaged her breasts as she dug her heels into the mattress. She climbed higher and higher, so close to the peak, just a little more, and she would be there. Tianna pinched and held her nipples. Arcs of lightening shot straight to her clit, lighting up her body, shorting out her nerve endings. She came, crying out Alexi’s name as she became swept up in a maelstrom of fire, pleasure that bordered on tormenting. When she came back down, limp arms and legs lay on the bed, too heavy to move for a moment. Damn, Alexi. This bet better be worth it.

  Chapter Seven

  Alexi leaned against the door, biting his lip. He fisted his thick erection through his cotton boxers. A damp patch on the fabric showed him he shouldn’t have stayed once he realized what she’d been doing.

  “Alexi.” Her low, husky moan tugged at something inside him.

  Tianna was alone, using what he assumed to be a vibrator, fantasizing about him. His free hand shook as he reached for the handle, ready to burst in and help get her off, only to have his earlier words rise up like a wet blanket, coating him in shame and disappointment. He stifled a moan and stood still, caught between going in or taking a cold shower before binge watching TV shows that had nothing to do with porn. Maybe something in the vein of true crime; maybe that would scare the shit out of his needy cock.

  With a deep breath, he took one step back, followed by another until he was far enough away that he could give her doorway wide berth. Like a flash, he grabbed some cookies and water from the kitchen and headed back to his room. He took a quick ice-cold shower and dried off before he settled into bed.

  He put on his earphones and selected some program dealing with serial killers. As soon as the voice-over announced the killer had an obsession with brunettes, Alexi closed the window and tried something else. His rampant erection had died down, but he didn’t want to try his luck. He gorged on cookies, not caring that he was getting crumbs on the bedsheets and what would happen if ants got in. All he needed was a few more hours before he could take another shower and wash the sheets at a time that wouldn’t seem suspicious or make her think he’d lost his mind.

  He found himself checking his alarm clock every half hour. Nothing held his interest. Once in a while, he’d take off his earphones and listen for the telltale buzzing, even though two doors and a hallway separated them. How am I gonna get through breakfast without letting her know I heard her? The question popped up after he’d finished the first row of coconut and chocolate cookies. No answers came to mind after that. Rather than focus on the nonanswers, he decided to check out the latest news around the league. Nothing killed a boner like getting down to business. Except it didn’t. All his lust-draped brain could come up with was all the ways he could use ice to drive Tianna crazy.

  Shit.

  He got up, checked the time. Five o’clock. Close enough. He stripped his bed, grabbed his bag of dirty clothes—which wasn’t a lot—and headed into the little laundry room off the kitchen. After loading the machine, he got the vacuum out and hoovered up all the cookie crumbs and stray dust that the cleaners had missed, and in desperation, he cleaned off his laptop keyboard. He finished his task. A loud banging jostled him. He dropped the hose attachment and opened his door a crack. Tianna stood there, hair puffed up, sleep in her eyes, wearing one of his old jerseys—which stretched across her chest in interesting ways—the bottoms of the white cotton shorts she’d worn last night peeking out before showing off a long expanse of dark chocolate skin. His dick did a little jerk, and he cursed himself for not being able to keep the appendage under control.

  “Ti, what are you doing up?” As if he didn’t know.

  “Well, I was wondering why you’ve gone all cleaning psycho nanny on me at five in the fucking morning?”

  He blinked. “What the hell?”

  She stopped rubbing her eyes and glared at him. “You know, the nanny from that children’s series who forced those kids to clean using magic?”

  He frowned. “She wasn’t psychotic.”

  “Uh-huh. Tea parties on ceilings isn’t a bit dangerous? Anyway, what cleaning bug jumped up your ass and possessed you?” She moved closer, bringing the perfume of clean skin with a hint of his cologne.

  “Ti, why are you wearing that jersey, and why does it smell like my cologne?” Anything to distract her from trying to get into the room.

  Twin dark red patches appeared on her cheeks. “Um, never mind. Just keep it down, okay?” She turned on her heel and rushed away.

  He shook his head and shut the door. “When did she become so weird?” But at least she didn’t try to get into his room or press him about his early morning cleaning. I better make it up to her with bacon and hash browns. But first another cold shower.

  He stripped and got into the large cubicle. The icy spray woke him up and killed his erection in a matter of seconds. After a quick soap, he turned the waterfall to a warmer temp before rinsing off and then shutting down the spray. He dried and dressed in boxers, jeans, and a T-shirt and sneakers. They weren’t planning to leave the house, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t venture into town if the need struck. His first task was to get breakfast going to make it up to Tianna for all the racket he’d raised. Tianna. Just the thought of her looking so sexy and adorable with her hair mussed, in his jersey, gave his flaccid cock new life.

  When he got into the kitchen, he found Tianna puttering around, still in her earlier outfit. “Just so you know, if I threaten to stick noisy little children into an oven due to lack of sleep, that’s on you. Why is this coffee taking so damn long?” She bent over and rested her elbows on the countertop, giving him an excellent view of her rounded ass and her lower buttock cheeks. His already growing dick thickened and pressed against his pants. With her back turned to him, he took a risk and adjusted his erection, hoping that he could find some distraction in cooking. He got out the ingredients while she shifted her hips from side to side, staring at the coffeemaker.

  “Drip, drip, drip. This is going to drive me crazy. What are we having for breakfast?” She straightened up, opened a nearby drawer, and drew out forks, knives, and napkins. “I’m going to go set the table on the deck.”

  Before he could give her an answer to her first question, she ambled out of the room and onto the back deck. He got the pans going, cut the bacon in half, and placed it on racks before putting it in the oven. The smell of cooking meat, buttery potatoes, and eggs cooking filled the air. The coffeemaker dinged, and Tianna rushed back into the room. “I heard that!”

  He grabbed her coffee mug before she could reach for it and poured some java into it, then handed it to her.

  “Thanks.” She blew on the top and eyed him over the edges as she took a tentative sip.

  “For your information, hash browns, eggs—scrambled—and bacon. Anything else you want?” His stomach grumbled, and the buzzer on the washing machine cut through the pops and sizzles. He handed her the spatula, which she took, and headed to the small laundry room.

  From the kitchen he heard the fridge open a
nd thud shut. Despite his curiosity, he loaded up the dryer, turned it on, and rejoined her.

  “Needed cheese and I got some turkey sausage to make up for yesterday.”

  One more pan sat on a burner, and he noted that she’d managed to stir some cheese into the scrambled eggs without burning them. She handed him back the spatula. “I’m going to shower and change. I want to hit the fair and some of the fruit stands before we hit the butcher’s. We’re grilling tonight, right?”

  “Yeah, I didn’t get a chance to yesterday, too full.” He turned over the sausage before plating the eggs.

  She laughed. “That’s what you get for not working out before we’d left for the cabin,” she called out.

  He resisted the urge to remind her that she’d done it too. By the time she’d returned, he had finished cooking and had the table set.

  “Wow! That was fast.”

  He eyed her outfit: jeans, dark purple tank top with a V-shaped neckline, sandals, and the ruby earrings he’d given her. The matching necklace nestled over her cleavage, drawing his eye to it no matter how hard he tried to look away. He became both choked up and aroused, wanting to mark her as his and show her off to the world as well as get her to commit to him fully.

  “You look beautiful, Ti. Really beautiful.” The words came out before he could think about them. He didn’t regret saying it. “And sexy,” he added.

  She grinned and tossed her head. “Thanks. I know I look hot today, which is what I was going for.”

  “Trying to kill me before I win the bet, huh?” he teased.

  “Not kill, honey, bring you to your knees.” She cocked her hip out and crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and giving her more cleavage.