Lexi Cocker - Faleena Hopkins Page 0,13
drinking in her naked body. “Installed it myself.”
She reacts, pointing and walking closer for inspection. “You did this?”
“Yep.”
“All that stone work?”
“All me.”
“It’s gorgeous!” Bending and craning to see better she whispers, “No flaws!”
I point to the bottom right corner. “That one was the bitch of the bunch. Had to cut it just right. The final piece.”
“Wow, Gage, this is really impressive.”
As hot water makes the long climb upstairs from my basement, I pull Lexi to me outside of the shower, press our naked flesh together and search her bright green eyes. “You know what’s impressive?”
She smiles, “Your home?”
“Nope.”
“Your cock?”
“Yes, but nope.”
“Four times in three hours?”
“Yes, definitely, but nah. Not that either. Any more guesses?”
“No,” she whispers, kissing me. “Tell me what’s impressive.”
“So far, everything about you.”
Lexi pulls back, blinks at me, head tilting a little. I give her a quick kiss, reaching out to feel the stream, find it perfect since I’ve turned those faucet knobs hundreds of times and know exactly where to rest them.
Taking her hand, I lead Lexi in, shut the glass door behind us. Pretty soon we’re soaked, her hair darker and longer, plastered to her skin. With dripping eyelashes, she smiles at me. “Your muscles are so…” Trailing off she traces them with her fingers in quiet fascination, fingertips lightly sliding over my pecs, down my ribcage, each bump of my hard-earned six pack and finally along the ‘V’ until she holds my growing cock.
I back her slowly against the wall where she slides slippery arms around my head, kisses my neck as I pull up her leg and start to position myself, not thinking.
Suddenly, I stop, frowning at how close I was.
“What’s wrong, Gage?”
“No condom in here.”
“Oh! Wow… thank you… I forgot.”
“Yeah, I almost did, too.”
With a sensual nibble of my earlobe, she whispers, “It’s okay. I’m really sore.”
I turn my head, and claim her mouth as steam engulfs us. The last time I showered with a woman we’d gotten into a fight and that was over two years ago.
It sure wasn’t this.
Lexi and I take turns with my bar of soap, washing ourselves, washing each other. We don’t talk anymore, but it’s comfortable.
Easy.
I like it.
A little too much.
I’m zipping up my jeans while watching the soft rise and fall of her breath. Lexi’s asleep on her stomach in my bed, curly red hair splayed on the fitted sheet, pillows on the floor.
Walking to my closet I snatch a work shirt, hanger swinging as I slip my arms into it. Snapping buttons, I go back to watching the beauty in my bed dreaming about God knows what.
She’s in love with that guy.
I’m a one night rebound.
I won’t be two.
Shoving my right foot into a scratched, black work boot, I bend over, free a loose shoestring from under my sock and shove my heel down, wiggling the foot in until it’s comfortable. Do the same with the left, and tie them before rising up and adjusting myself. The memory of how good she felt has me growing.
Crossing to the window-side of my king size, I squat next to her. “Hey Cherry, hate to wake you, but…”
Like a comfy cat Lexi stretches, and suddenly realizes she’s not home. Or at Brad’s. She sits up with a start, sheet tugged for modesty, green eyes blinking with images of our hot sex zipping past. A man can tell.
“What time is it?”
“Almost nine.” I lift a lock of wild red hair, running my fingers down to enjoy the softness before tucking it behind her ear. She frowns as I tell her the bad news. “I’ve gotta go to work.”
“Oh!” Her naked shoulders relax but the frown remains. “Of course. Right.” She glances around my bedroom, sees the blanket in one corner, pillows on either side of my bed, and her panties on the closet’s knob. I went downstairs for some water in the middle of the night, brought them up and hung them in plain sight. Thought it would win a smile.
It worked.
She covers her laugh, “What are those doing there?!”
“Great question.” I rise up, work-shirt falling into position.
“You’re too funny.” Blinking away sleep, Lexi tugs the sheet higher.
Snatching a pillow from the floor I chuckle, “You don’t have to cover up. I’ve seen it. In fact, I’ve sucked it. All of it.”
She plucks at her hair, laughing, “I know that! Don’t you think I know that? It just feels a little weird being naked when you’re fully dressed.”
Bending to nuzzle her neck while peeling the sheet back, I