Lead Player - Alex Grayson Page 0,40
evening. By the time I pull into my driveway, my palms are sweaty from gripping the steering wheel so tight to keep my hands to myself.
Alaina is quiet as I lead her up the sidewalk to the front door of my modern two-story brick house. I haven’t had time to do much with the inside besides unpack the basics. The living room houses a flat screen hanging from the wall with a small shelf beneath it where the cable box and stereo sit. I have a small sectional, a coffee table, and a couple of end tables with lamps. The only personal items I’ve unpacked are a couple of picture frames that hang on either side of the TV.
Mom and Allison have both threatened to come over and unpack for me if I don’t do it myself soon. I’d let them have at it, but there’s no telling what my place would look like once they are done.
Tossing my keys on one of the end tables, I gesture to the kitchen. “Would you like something to drink? Water, wine? I think I have some beer left in the fridge.”
After looking around a moment longer, Alaina turns and her eyes sear into me. I leisurely rake mine up and down her body as she sashays herself closer. My abs tighten when her hands settle over the firm muscles.
“Take me to your room,” she purrs quietly, dancing her fingers over my pecs.
She doesn’t need to ask twice. Bending slightly, I scoop her up behind her knees and shoulders. Her mouth forms an “o” as her arms quickly band around my neck. My strides are purposeful as I stalk to the stairs.
When she buries her face in my neck and starts sucking on the skin, I’m forced to stop and lean against the railing before I lose my footing.
A growl rumbles up my chest. “You keep that up, baby, and I’ll be fucking you right here on the stairs.”
She moans, but luckily releases her lips, instead trailing them up to my ear.
“Isn’t a groom supposed to carry his bride up the stairs this way, not the best man carrying the maid of honor?”
“Since I’m fresh out of brides and I’m certainly no groom, the best man and maid of honor will have to do.”
She giggles, her breath against my neck leaving goosebumps behind. I stumble a bit and fall back into the doorway when I turn sideways to make sure I don’t hit her head or feet, which makes her giggles turn into laughter.
I don’t stop until I’m at the end of my bed. Letting her legs go, she twists her body so her breasts slide down my chest, eliciting a groan from me. Her hands immediately move to the buttons on my shirt. I smirk when she fumbles with the first couple.
“You could help, you know,” she complains, her brows dipping as she concentrates.
“But I like seeing you all flustered.”
Her eyes roll before moving back to the buttons. “I’m not flustered.”
“No?” Sliding my hands up her arms, I wedge my pointer fingers beneath the skinny straps over her shoulders and slowly pull them down. The dress is too tight to remove without unzipping it, so only the tops of her breasts are exposed. “How about now?”
Before she can answer, I dip my head and press my lips against the deep v of her cleavage, swirling my tongue in the valley of plump flesh. My shirt forgotten, she fists my hair and lets out a high-pitched moan.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her closer, arching her back so her chest juts out. She has to be yanking hair from their follicles with the way she’s gripping me so tight, but damn if that doesn’t add to the pleasure.
Loosening my hold on her waist, it takes me a minute to locate the zipper on the back of her dress. Her arms fall to her sides as I slide it down. With the straps hanging down her arms, the bodice begins to fall without any help. Her gorgeous tits come into view and my mouth waters. The dress pools at her feet, leaving her standing before me in nothing but a light blue thong.
“Jesus, you are so fucking beautiful,” I mutter, transfixed by the woman in front of me.
“Thank you.” Her voice is breathy. “But I feel way underdressed compared to you. You mind rectifying that?”
Fuck no, I don’t mind. The sooner I get naked, the sooner I can slide into her warm,