Curvy Fake Wife for the Player

27. Alex

Chapter 27

Alex

“ G otta get home to the old ball and chain?” Greg was the other starting winger on the Highlanders and my closest friend on the team. He loved to give me shit any day of the week, more so now that I was engaged and would very soon be married. “And so it begins.”

I looked around the table at my other teammates. These were the men who’d made up my social circle for years, they were young, and most of all, they were single. Soon I wouldn’t be either of those things. I laughed off Greg’s words and shrugged.

“If you had a woman at home as beautiful as mine, you wouldn’t want to spend time with these ugly schmucks either.”

“She’s smokin’ hot,” one of the rookies added a little on the loud side. “All those curves too? Witter’s a very lucky man.”

I narrowed my gaze at the rookie. “Thanks. But watch it.”

“Whoa,” Greg joked and held up both of his hands defensively. “The papers and the photos are right, you’re totally in love with this chick.”

“Duh, we’re getting married.”

Greg nodded. “When do we get to meet her?”

“At the wedding. I don’t want you all scaring her off before it’s official.”

The truth was my own behavior, or rather my cowardice, was the thing that might have scared her off. I’d come back from practice with the intention of laying all my cards on the table and telling her how I felt, but I was interrupted by Jack. Okay, I let Jack interrupt us. It turns out that the suits at St. Bay Lager were ready to sign a very lucrative endorsement deal and I’d rushed off to sign it. It was business, I told myself because that was easier than the prospect of telling Sasha my feelings and having her reject me.

Later that night, I thought I would try and talk to her again. I took the buttercream to her room as a joke, I way to ease my way into the conversation I awkwardly ran from before. But, as usual with Sasha, one thing let to another, and before I knew it, we were fucking. And hell if I was going to stop that to talk.

“More puck bunnies for me,” Greg interrupted my thoughts with a satisfied smile. “Send the missus my love.”

“Yeah, I won’t be doing that. See you in the morning,” I said to the table at large before I turned to leave the bar. I wasn’t in the mood to drink and yuck it up with the team, but I hadn’t been out with them all season and that kind of bonding was important. I couldn’t let it slide even though I missed Dixie and Sasha, and I couldn’t wait to get home to see them.

The penthouse was quiet and mostly dark except for one light that Sasha kept on, joking that we couldn’t risk me hurting my money makers in a freak accident with a coffee table. My shoulders slumped in disappointment when I realized it was late, too late to spend any time with Dixie. That didn’t stop me from peeking in for a quick look at her sweet sleeping form. Her red hair, growing thicker by the day, stood up all around her head like a halo.

“Sleep well, baby girl.”

I hesitated outside of Sasha’s room. I wanted to knock and go inside, to tell her how I felt and taste her sweet lips, yet I stood on the other side of the door and contemplated.

For five fucking minutes.

The door swung open and Sasha ran right into me. Instinctively my arms flew out to catch her and hold her close.

“Alex. What are you doing?” She stepped back and looked up at me, sexy and rumpled in her tiny cotton pajamas. “Alex?”

I smiled. “I was debating on whether or not to bother you.”

“It’s no bother, what’s up?” She stepped around me and nodded for me to follow her. “Is everything all right?”

“Not really, no.” What in the hell was I saying?

She stopped just inside the living room and turned to me with a question in her blue eyes. “Want to talk about it?”

“Yes,” I nodded and raked a hand through my hair. “No,” I then said with a smile. “It’s complicated.”

“Well that’s about as clear as mud,” she laughed that sexy, throaty laugh that invited the listener to join in.

“I missed you,” I blurted out and then flashed a nervous smile. My eyes roamed over her beautiful face, free of make up, her lush pink lips drew my gaze first, and then those big blue eyes. But dammit, the sight of her in hot pink shorts and a matching camisole had my cock waking up and taking notice.

Her eyes widened as if my words surprised her. “I’ve been right here, Alex.”

“I know, but I just wanted to tell you.”

“Well we’ll be married soon and I’m sure you’ll be sick of seeing my face day in and day out.” Despite her words, heat flared in her gaze and her nipples hardened to stiff peaks before my eyes.

“Doubtful,” I growled and took a step closer.

Sasha took a step back. “Alex.”

“Sasha,” I growled and closed the gap between us, holding her close enough that her quick breaths fanned over my face. “I’ve missed you. The taste of you and the feel of you under me.”

She sucked in a sharp breath and tilted her head back, giving me an excellent view not just of her cleavage but the pulse fluttering in her throat. “Alex.” She licked her lips and the last bit of my control snapped.

My mouth crashed down on hers and instantly all the doubts and anxiety faded until Sasha was the only thing I could see or hear or feel. Her familiar curves under my hands settled my racing mind but ramped up the beat of my heart.

Sasha wrapped her arms around me and held on tight, pulling me closer like she was as desperate and as hungry for me as I was for her. That eagerness sent fire rushing through my veins and intensified my need for her. Her hands spread wide as they slid up and down my back, as if she were trying to touch as much of me as possible. A groan escaped and I swallowed it down, so damn hungry for her that I could hardly think straight.

She moaned again and I knew there wasn’t one damn thing in the world I wouldn’t do to get inside her, so I dropped down on the sofa with Sasha on top of me, the weight of her, the softness of her hands and her curves more than I could bear without losing control even further.

“Ah,” she groaned and sucked in a breath when she ripped her mouth from mine with a wild-eyed smile. “Alex,” she moaned and rolled her hips against my cock, straining beneath my zipper. “Fuck.”

My hands gripped her tighter as the expletive fell from her mouth and she continued to grind on me, to take her pleasure from me. It wasn’t enough, not at the moment. “Sasha,” I growled breathlessly. One hand left the curtain of silk that hung around her shoulders and slid down her back and over her hip, finding silky smooth thighs that grew hotter and hotter as I neared her apex. Two fingers slipped underneath the shorts and then the waistband of her panties. “You’re so fucking wet already.”

She smiled and let her head fall back with a moan, thrusting her hips towards my touch. “That was the point, wasn’t it?”

My cock strained again and I attacked her mouth once more, plunging two fingers in long, deep strokes that drew the most delicious sounds from her, which I was happy to swallow. She was so fucking responsive and all I wanted was to replace my fingers with my cock.

She pulled back with a devilish grin. “Alex,” she whispered against my lips. “I need you.”

Those were the three words I wanted to hear. “Keep your eyes on me,” I commanded, still thrusting deep until I felt the telltale clench of her pussy around my fingers. “On me,” I grunted as her blue eyes fluttered shut.

Her eyes opened wide and stayed fixed on me as she rode my hand to her first orgasm. Instead of fluttering shut, they went wide as pleasure swamped her and shook her body. “Oh!” A low growl of satisfaction escaped as she continued to study my face. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered.

“Hey, that’s my line, gorgeous.” My fingers slipped out of her body and went straight to my mouth. “So fucking sweet,” I murmured around my fingers, smiling at the way her eyes rounded in shock and then her cheeks turned a stunning shade of red.

“Alex,” she moaned.

“Put me inside of you, Sash.”

Skin still flaming red, she pushed back and dropped to her knees, unfastening my belt and jeans before she freed my cock, stroking it in long, slightly rough up and down movements guaranteed to keep my attention. “Somebody is ready to play.” Before I could say a word she flicked her tongue over the slit, swiping away the bead of pearly liquid at the tip. “Mmm,” she moaned and wrapped her lips around my cock.

“Sash, babe. I’m on edge here.”

She smiled up at me, cock still in her mouth and winked. She fucking winked and took me deeper, leaving me powerless to do anything other than watch my cock disappear between those lush pink lips. Over and over she took me deeper and my eyes started to close but I opened them wider, refusing to look away from one erotic moment of her pleasing me with her mouth.

“Sasha,” I warned her because I was dangerously close to losing my shit.

Her answer was to take me deeper until I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I grunted and thrust up, going even deeper.

She swallowed, and then smiled.

Stars burst behind my eyes and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

I didn’t have to worry, she teased me until beads of sweat popped up along my hairline and dripped down my spine, and just when I was ready to pop, the minx stood and shimmied out of her pajama bottoms before she straddled me with a smile.

“Next time, I’m finishing in that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Promises, promises,” she smiled as she gripped my cock in one hand and my hair in the other, blue eyes boring into me as she impaled herself on my erection. “Oh, my fuck!”

Exactly how I felt as I gripped her hips and helped her set a punishing pace. Her legs trembled with the pleasure of my cock filling her up, her skin reddened at the exertion but in all of that, Sasha’s gaze never left mine. She was so damn gorgeous she took my breath away as she fucked my cock, using me for her pleasure. Bringing us both to the brink of madness. “Babe,” I growled when my balls tightened and electricity buzzed through my spine.

She smiled and put her mouth to mine, taking me in short, shallow thrusts that quickly pushed her right into the middle of orgasm two. Sasha moaned her pleasure against my mouth and my only regret was that I couldn’t see her face twisted in orgasmic agony.

But then she slammed down against me, her sweet pussy pulsing rapidly, tearing my orgasm from my body with the force of a hurricane. She tumbled into a third orgasm, body quivering and convulsing all around me, her teeth nibbled my bottom lip as if she needed something, anything to tether her to earth.

“Sweet Jesus, that was incredible,” she said when she finally released me. “You should miss me more often.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her words. Masculine pride swelled inside my chest and I held her tight against me, letting her feel every drop of me invading her body. “I don’t have to miss you at all, not anymore.”

She laughed. “Oh yeah, why is that?”

I gripped her hips and thrust up one final time before I gripped her chin between my thumb and forefinger, letting her eyes focus on mine so she could see that I was serious when I spoke. “Because you’re mine, Sasha. All mine.”