Facing Off with Alexi (Witch Field Prowlers Book 2) Page 7

  Alexi rolled his eyes. “Talk all you want, but you’re damn lucky you landed Ava here or I would’ve had to step in.” He was only kidding but knew it would ruffle Brice’s feathers.

  “Not on your life, bro. She was always mine.” Brice gave him a huge grin only to let out a soft, “Omph.”

  “Not always. Don’t get a big head, and I mean the one on your shoulders. Anyway, I’ll go say hi. You behave and don’t eat all the potato chips.” A warning glinted in Ava’s eyes.

  Both men nodded. “Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison.

  Ava laughed. “Dorks, both of you.” She wandered away to join Tianna.

  “So, how are you?” Brice nudged. Something flashed in his eyes.

  Alexi sighed. They knew each other so well. “She’s driving me nuts, and we have this crazy bet going. I don’t know how long I can go on without giving in. There are scout cookies on the line.”

  Brice whistled. “Where the hell did you get those?”

  “A hookup in town. Anyway, so I’m hoping to get through this without losing my mind.” Alexi knew he would give in to Ti’s sexiness before long.

  Brice clapped him on the shoulder and shook his head before answering. “Just let her win, man. That’s what I learned. Convince her to just go with it. It helps get some things out of the way, and then you can deal with the other shit. Oh look, there’s Blue. Let’s go say hi.” An evil spark lit up Brice’s green eyes.

  “You are such an ass. Yes, let’s go say hi.” They made their way over to the newbie teammate, and they weren’t the only ones. Jokes, handshakes, teasing, and personal questions ensued until they knew enough about their new friend to pull several pranks throughout the year. Alexi didn’t get so lost in the bonding that he didn’t keep tabs on Tianna throughout their time there. Seeing his opportunity, he rushed over to help her with the coach’s birthday cake. All through the celebratory song, he stood hip to hip with her. He reached out and twined his fingers with hers, stroking over the back of her hand with his thumb. She didn’t pull away, only tightened her hold on him. Electricity rushed up and down his arm at the simple touch. She returned the favor by mimicking his actions on him.

  A fever slithered into his blood. The barn became too hot and confining, the crowd of his teammates too close and claustrophobia inducing. The sound of the distant incoming storm added to the tension tightening between them. Each breath he took was weighted with unsaid words and noises. In his head he heard her moans, her pleas for him to fuck her hard, faster. His heartbeat raced in time with her demands. He could feel the ghost of her nails scratching up his back, marking his flesh as hers. The heavy thud of his pulse in his shaft reminded him of how tight his boxers and jeans had become, adding to the pressure to escape with her and find a place where they could forget the bet, their possible problems with distance, and focus on what truly mattered: being together. He squeezed her hand and glanced down at her.

  She gazed up at him and nodded before she mouthed, Let’s go.

  He grinned. A crack of lightening electrified the atmosphere, and Coach whistled again. “Okay, folks. Time to pack this up. Go now. Don’t stay behind. We want you to be safe. We’ll do this again sometime later this month before training camp, promise. Now, git!”

  In that moment Alexi could’ve kissed his coach. Instead, like the rest of his teammates and extended family, they all fled to their cars, he and Tianna laughing all the way. By the time they got there, they were breathless, and the sky had opened up, but the downfall wasn’t heavy. They scrambled into the truck and slammed the doors, shutting out the others and the rest of the world. Warmth brushed against his bare arms and traced patterns on his hands. She reached over and caressed his flesh, setting off a ripple of electricity.

  He sucked in a breath as her touch moved up his limb, down his side, and over his thigh to give it a squeeze. A rush of arousal slipped up his cock, causing it to press against the fabric. The discomfort drove him to turn on the SUV, put it gear, and peal out of the space and down the driveway, mindful of the other vehicles trying to get out too. He slowed down; the rain-slickened streets caused caution.

  Tianna’s hand inched its way toward his crotch. She leaned over the console and kissed his neck.

  He sucked in a breath. “Honey…you should… Oh God.” A shiver raced down his spine when her teeth scraped against the lobe of his ear. “Ti, maybe…shit!”

  Her hand wrapped around his erection and gave it a squeeze. Everything stopped for a second before his brain reminded him that he was driving. Fire tickled his ear with every flick of her tongue tracing the sensitive shell. “Ti, please.”

  Her hand flexed again before rubbing up and down his shaft. He gulped, not sure whether to cry or groan. Pleasure and pain mixed and parted, only to come together again with each swipe. He heard the pop of the button going through the hole and stilled all over again, every nerve in his body, his entire focus on that one sound. Fire lit up his face. He moved his free hand over hers, stalling her actions. “Tianna, no. Slow the fuck down. Not here. I’m driving, for fuck’s sake.”

  As much as he wanted to fuck her right now, he wasn’t going to pull the car over or speed up, not when it was now a deluge. The wipers were working overtime as the downpour blurred his vision. She pulled back and moved her hand down his thigh.

  “And buckle up,” he growled, counting down the minutes until the opening for the driveway came in view. He didn’t relax until he heard the click of the seat belt setting in place.

  “Sorry,” she mumbled.

  “I know; I’m horny too.” He patted her hand and gave it a squeeze as he maneuvered the truck onto the driveway.

  He came to a stop in front of the cabin. After setting the parking brake, he got out. Tianna beat him out of the truck without his help and darted to the door with a squeal. She got the entryway open, and he followed her in after hitting the toggle lock. Once he had the door shut, she was on him in a matter of seconds, all lips, arms, and hands.

  With a groan, he leaned against the thick slab of wood for support. He grabbed her hips, holding her in place while his mouth and tongue explored hers with gusto until they both lost breath and had to pull back, huffing out puffs of air. His heart hammered against his rib cage in a rushed staccato beat that made his head swim. His blood sang with desire, and his cock ached to be freed from its denim cage.

  She moved a step back, hands tugging on the knots in the tied straps on her top. Taking a cue from her, he removed his shirt and let it drop to the floor but didn’t unzip his fly, not yet. That could wait. Once the straps were undone, she pulled down the elastic top, shoved it over her hips and down until it pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of the fabric, leaving her in only her strapless bra, jeans, and flats. He took her in, picturing her in nothing at all. She gazed back at him with a dark heat in her eyes.

  They came together once more. He ran his hands over her back, her ass, her sides. The fabric halted his movement, causing frustration. Hard metal eyelet clasps pressed into his fingers. With practiced ease he got the closures open and pulled it aside. Her breasts came free, sliding against his chest. He pressed kisses all over her face, down her neck, across her chest and the tops of both mounds. The bra dropped to their feet. She threaded her fingers in his hair, urging him toward her nipple. He didn’t fight her direction, going where she sent him. He lapped at the thick nub with slow licks, circling the peak before taking it between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth.

  Her moans and breathy whispers egged him on. He tugged, scraped the tip with his teeth in a gentle brush before laving any pain away. Over and over again, she tried to push him away. He moved to the other nipple, showing it the same attention before planting kisses over her abdomen.

  “Alexi, lower, go lower.”

  “So beautiful and soft and warm.” He gripped her hips, holding her in place. Once he had her still, he released one curve to reach around and give her ass a slap. She jumped, and her hips bucked against hi
m. “More,” she urged.

  He did it again while he traced the waistband of her jeans with his tongue. She tasted of salt, sweetness, and ozone. With quick fingers, he undid her fly and parted the panels to reveal a triangle of purple lace. Her musk floated up to him. Needing more, he yanked on the pants, following their progress down with slow kisses.

  “Let me kick off my flats,” she murmured above him.

  He released her jeans and lifted one foot, slipping off the shoe, pausing to kiss the top of her foot, then the instep, followed by the ankle, then moved on to the other one, giving it the same attention before he pulled off her pants completely and threw them to the side. He placed her feet on the ground and urged her legs apart before he went back and forth with kisses and nips on the inner skin, climbing higher, moving closer to the source of the sweet perfume that emanated from heaven.

  “Alexi, more,” she breathed.

  He didn’t stop, only gave her what she wanted until he reached the apex of her legs, holding her still with his hands on her hips. With openmouthed kisses, he dampened the fabric further, tasting a hint of her cream through the thin barrier of her panties. He found the distended bud of her clit and lapped at the small bump. She rocked her hips. Moans and distorted words rained down on his head. She grabbed hold of his hair, tugging the strands, bringing him to the edge of pain, but he refused to let go. His knees began to ache for each moment he remained on the hardwood floor. Meanwhile, she begged, pleaded, and urged him on, her hips moving faster and faster. He pulled back to take a breath, inhaling the scent of her arousal with each gulp of air.

  Alexi returned between her legs to nip and tease the hidden bud until she shook against him.

  “Fuck.” She moved her hips away from his mouth. “So close.”

  He shook his head. He took hold of her underwear and dragged it down until it became a puddle of lace on the floor before he buried his head between her legs, increasing his hold on her to keep her in place as he ate her out properly, lapping, sucking, circling, and teasing her pussy and clit until she broke apart above him with a soft cry. He slipped one finger into her dripping channel, prepping her for what was to come. Her vaginal walls tugged the digit in farther, clenching and rippling around it.

  “Alexi!”

  He inserted a second and then a third finger, fucking her slow, setting the pace as he worked her clit. Her body heat pressed against him; her musky perfume along with the scent of sweat increased. Her pussy tightened and held him as it milked his fingers like it would his dick later. He groaned, wishing he were inside her now. Instead, he lapped up her excess juices and withdrew his fingers while she recovered.

  “Round one to me.” He planted a kiss on her mound before standing up. Once he rose to his full height, he took in the pleasure in her relaxed features and the blissed-out look on her face. He scooped her up, carrying her through the house to his bedroom, where he deposited her on the bed. Now he removed his shoes, jeans, and boxers as quick as he could, strode over to the nightstand, and took out a box of condoms. Removing one of a line of packets, he ripped it open and sheathed himself, letting the tattered wrapper fall to the floor as he climbed onto the bed. This time he slowed down. Despite the ache in his balls, this was about her, as always.

  “How are you doing, honey?” He pressed kisses all over her face, balancing on his side while he waited for her answer.

  “Good to go, but my clit is sensitive.” The sound of her voice, soft and husky, rippled down his spine.

  He nodded. “I’ll be gentle.” To buy time, he covered her with his body, balancing on his elbows and toes to keep his weight off her. He lowered down but continued to lift his upper body. He took her lips, giving her slow kisses, gliding his mouth against hers, teasing the warmed flesh with quick licks and slides before dipping his tongue inside her mouth to twine and taste her all over again. Lemons and the sweet heat of barbecue sauce rolled over his taste buds once more, dulled by time but still there. Each moment that passed gave her a little more time to recover.

  He moved down, paying closer attention to her body, touching her with soft caresses.

  “God, I love your body,” he murmured. “So beautiful. I adore your curves and dips, every inch of you, Ti.” He kissed the tips of her breasts. “Gorgeous.” He traced the curve of each globe with his lips, adoring all the skin he could get to before moving down to her stomach. Each place he went, he continued to chant how much he adored her, murmuring words of praise and adoration until he returned to her sex. Rather than pause, he continued on down one leg and up the other.

  He paused to gauge where she was at. “How are you doing? Feeling good?”

  “Alexi, please, do something.”

  He chuckled. “I am.” To prove it, he planted openmouthed kisses over her mound, tracing the thin line that led to the top of her slit. With light sweeps, he outlined her outer labia using the tip of his tongue before parting the folds for a deeper taste. He tested how ready she was for him by slipping one finger in. Her wet heat squeezed his digit tight before releasing it. Good. He withdrew and kissed his way back up to her breasts to show them some love and attention with slow circles, quick flicks, and nips, sucking in the tightened buds one at a time. She bucked and cried out and wrapped her legs around him, grinding her slick pussy against his hardened cock.

  “Please, Alexi, please, fuck me,” she begged.

  “As you wish, honey.”

  She released her legs, and he took hold of his cock, giving it a slow pump, wishing there was no barrier there, before he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in. He sank into her channel with ease. Alexi withdrew and plunged in once more, not rushing to finish. He watched her face, all the myriad expressions that flitted across her beautiful features. Unable to resist, he dipped his head and took her lips for a soft kiss. She pulled her legs tight to his body as she moved with him in a slow dance. Her hands played over his back before sliding down and gripping his buttocks. Her short nails dug into the flesh. With a growl, he stopped, reached back, took hold of her wrist, and dragged it up over her head, followed by the next one. He held her wrists captive—a tight grip but not too much—as he drove into her over and over again, increasing his pace.

  She moaned his name, lifted her head to plant kisses on his skin. Her teeth scraped his shoulder as her vaginal walls rippled around his cock. She moved her arms and took hold of his hands, threading her fingers through his. He placed her hands to either side of her head. The wave built, a rush of heat and sensation, with each pump of his hips. Electricity swirled in his balls. He felt her orgasm; her pussy clutched him like a fist, rippling all around him. His own climax crested before it rushed into him like a tidal wave, dragging him under. He came on a cry. “Tianna, I love you.”

  Heart pounding in his ears, breath rasping in his lungs, he floated up to bliss where everything was beyond pain and pleasure, to form a middle ground where only he and Tianna existed. The cloud dissipated. He came to with the realization that he still held on to her hands. Alexi let go and rolled to his side, the strength to hold himself up gone. For a moment he lay there, taking it all in. Once the energy returned enough for him to move, he got up and went to the bathroom where he wet a towel, disposed of the condom, cleaned himself up, took care of his business, and returned to clean her up. She rose and headed to the bathroom herself. In the meantime he changed the bedsheets and climbed in, awaiting her return. It didn’t take long. She got into bed with him and curled up beside him. Once he lay down, she rested her head on his chest and let out a sigh.

  As the ardor cooled and he listened to the slow and steady rhythm of her breathing, he held her close. If only they could be like this forever and she was willing to take the chance on him. He hoped that by the end of this week, she would.

  Chapter Ten

  Tianna and Alexi moved around the kitchen in their usual no-words dance. It soothed her but left her uneasy, as if there was something to be said but whatever it was, neither would utter it.
Every time she opened her mouth, she shut it a second later. Last night had been beautiful. This had been a slow buildup unlike New Year’s Eve.

  A soft glow filled her as she remembered the scrape of his two-day beard on her skin and the whisper of his lips over her abdomen. She had loved the firm grip of his hands on her hips when he dived between her legs and didn’t come up for air until she’d come on his tongue. Her internal muscles clenched, readying, slickening for another round. She shook her head. Not yet. Now that they had made love their problems had become more apparent.

  A nervous flutter in her stomach reminded her of her true, deep-down fear—she couldn’t lose him if things went pear-shaped. Her biggest fear: people leaving. Her mother had left her and her father all alone, past boyfriends and lovers had traded her in for a more professional model during high school and college, but not Alexi. She wasn’t going to lose him, so play her part she did.

  “So French toast, but can we have sausages instead of bacon and some other side dish instead of eggs? Kind of getting tired of them.” She puttered over and opened the fridge to find something to include with breakfast.

  “Sure. What’s up? Why the tension?” Alexi’s voice sounded right behind her.

  She jumped and hit her head. A burst of pain rocked her, but she managed to stay on her feet. “What?”

  “Whoa, honey.” Alexi put his hands on her hips and guided her back with shuffled steps, helped her straighten up before tugging her over to a stool and settling her on it. “Stay right there.”

  She gritted her teeth and held herself as still as possible. A dull throbbing echoed from the spot that had been hurt. “Yeah, I’ll get that,” she muttered.

  Alexi returned with a bag of peas.

  She jerked back, only to start a fresh wave of pain. “How long has that been in the fridge?” She winced but sat upright, letting him place the substitute cold pack on her head.

  “Not sure. It was just there. Eat some grapes, and I’ll get some aspirin.” He left her side and returned with a bowl and a glass of orange juice.