Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulls me in to kiss me harder. I part my lips and feel his warm soft tongue enter my mouth, exploring every inch of it. I slide mine into his and savor his delicious taste. Running my tongue around his mouth, I graze his lower teeth. I moan and his hold on me tightens in response. I feel his fingers move into my hair. Swiftly breaking our kiss, he pulls my hair gently so that my head falls back and to the side. I feel his soft lips on my neck and behind my ear. His kisses trail across my neck as he guides my head to the other side.
I want more. I can’t seem to get close enough. I pull him tighter with my legs. He removes his hand from my hair and once again wraps an arm around my waist. Pulling me greedily off the counter, he holds me tightly and carries me out of the kitchen, across the living room towards the bedroom. His mouth is on mine the entire time. I suck his bottom lip as he opens the door and when he lets out a sexy groan, I almost come undone. I force his head back as I nip and lick his neck.
Finally reaching the bed, he gently lowers me down. I release my arms from around him and let my head fall to the pillow below. He pauses, letting his eyes wander up and down my body. He brings his hand to my face and strokes my cheek with his thumb. He flattens his hand and runs it down the side of my neck, moving it slowly to the front of my body. With his palm flat, he lays his hand on the top of my chest and moves his eyes to meet mine. Our rapid breathing is the only sound in the room.
“Alex, you have no idea how long I have waited for this moment.”
I reach up and touch his cheek with my fingers. I place my hand on the back of his neck, and pull him down so that his lips once again meet mine.
And in that moment, with absolutely no hesitation, I give myself completely to Blake Morgan.
After three years of not being intimate with a man, I find that I’m pretty insatiable. I give myself completely to Blake Morgan...three times. Three times! Not too shabby. But as much as I would love to spend all day being so giving, I cannot. We have a party to get ready for!
With goofy grins plastered on our faces, Blake and I take care of everything together. We blow up all of the balloons, laughing at each other when we can’t tie them, making them shoot all over the room. Then, we make out on the couch for a while.
We finish wrapping the remainder of Rylie’s gifts…the whole time I poke fun at him for how well he wraps. Then, we make out on the living room floor.
I finally finish making her cake, slapping Blake’s hand every time he tries to stick his hand in the batter. Then, we make out, leaning against the kitchen counter. Which, by the way, has officially graduated to being my favorite spot in the house.
Now we find ourselves rushing to set up her party in the backyard. We hang the banner on the porch and set up her presents on the table. Her theme this year is Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, and Raphael are everywhere. Even Splinter makes a guest appearance or two. Stepping back to look at our hard work, I clasp my hands together. “Blake! It’s perfect! She’s going to love it!” I pat the four little stuffed turtles on the head. They’re positioned all around her double layer yellow cake with chocolate frosting. The frosting actually earned Blake the most slaps on the hand. “Seriously, we did a great job!”
Blake walks up behind me, putting his arms around my waist. Moving my hair aside, he sets his chin down on my shoulder. “We make a great team, Alex. I’m glad you’ve finally figured that out.” I turn around to smack him on the arm, but his handsome face distracts me. I run my fingers through his hair and stand up on my tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips. “Better late than never.” He grins against my mouth. “True.”
I hear the girls yelling in the front yard and grab Blake’s hand. “Hurry! They’re here!” Making a mad dash into the house, we close the blinds as quickly as humanly possible. Both on the windows and the back door. Both of us jump onto the couch and position ourselves as though we’ve been sitting there all day. Which makes absolutely no sense, because once Rylie rings the doorbell twenty times in a row, I remember that I locked the door earlier. Blake and I grin at each other when we both come to this realization at the same time and get up off the couch.
I open the door and the girls completely bypass me and bum rush Blake. I lean against the wall and watch their interaction. Looking back at me with a content smile on his face, Blake gives me a quick wink as he embraces the girls.
“Hello! A little help here!” I turn around to see Harlow hauling two backpacks, two lunch boxes, and a huge Hello Kitty pillow, about to drop them all. I giggle while watching her struggle for her balance and grab the backpacks and pillows. “I gotcha girl!”
She shoots me a relieved smile and exhales a breath of air blowing the hair out of her face. Shutting the door, I hear the girls squeal loudly. “It smells like cake in here! Yay!” Damn it. Another reason why I meant to make the cake first. I roll my eyes at myself. Dumb.
The girls run into the living room and immediately peek through the blinds. “Girls! Get away from there! Go to your rooms for a second, please.” Rylie hasn’t caught onto this yet and I intend to keep it that way as long as possible. Nycole and Kyndall giggle loudly and run out of the room. Rylie follows them for absolutely no reason, giggling just as loudly.
Blake takes a seat on the couch and I move to sit by him. I look into his beautiful green eyes. I lean forward to give him a quick kiss because I just can’t help myself. But I’m stopped abruptly by someone clearing their throat.
“Is there something I need to know?” The look on Harlow’s face is not what I expected. She looks…pissed. That is actually the last look I would have expected to see on her face. Wasn’t it just a month ago that she was practically forcing me to interact with this man?
My defenses go up immediately. Clearing my own throat, I bite back at her, “No, there isn’t anything you need to know. When there is, I’ll be sure to tell you.” I snap my body up off the couch. We stare each other down for a minute, until the tension in the room builds enough to where Blake decides to clear his own throat. “Um, I’m going to go grab something to drink. Harlow? Alex?” Neither one of us answers him as we continue eying each other. Taking the hint, Blake wisely exits the room.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask her, my voice just above a whisper. “Were you or were you not in favor of Blake just a week ago? What the hell has happened since then? I thought you’d be happy. This is the last reaction I would’ve expected from you.”
She watches me closely as she walks across the room. When she’s directly in front of me, she puts her face right in front of mine and narrows her eyes, like she is trying to figure something out. “Well, aren’t you defensive all of a sudden? Interesting.” She turns and walks out of the room making her way to the girls’ rooms.
What? I’m getting really tired of her and these freakin’ obscure messages. What the hell does that even mean? I make my move to follow her when I hear a gentle knock at the door. Knowing who it is, I put a fake smile on my face before I answer the door.
Hello fake smile. I wasn’t planning on using you ever again…