Lead Player: An Everyday Heroes World Novel (The Everyday Heroes World)

by Alex Grayson

  I cock a brow. “Should I be jealous of her?”

  “Fuck no.” He shudders as if the thought of Heidi in that way gives him the heebie jeebies. “Doesn’t matter if she has the hots for me, there’s no way I’d go there.”

  “Is it just because she’s your sister’s best friend? Would you go for her if she wasn’t?”

  His frown is back in place. “No. First, she’s a little young for me. And second,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “I’ve got my eye on someone way more pleasing.”

  Releasing a light laugh, I roll to my toes. “Good answers,” I say before pressing a kiss against his lips.

  It was meant to be a simple peck, but of course, Enzo has other ideas. His arms tighten around me, lifting me off the floor. His groan is deep and rumbly as he gives me a kiss that rivals all kisses, right here in front of everyone.

  I couldn’t give two shits at the moment. He tastes too good for me to care who sees.

  A moment later, I’m back on my feet and staring up at him dazedly. He makes my mind go haywire.

  “Forget about Heidi and what you think she feels. I want to enjoy the rest of the night with you in my arms before I take you home and slowly peel that amazing dress from your body.”

  I do the only thing a girl in my position could do.

  “Okay,” I say breathlessly.

  Chapter Ten

  ENZO

  A couple of hours later, I leave Alaina with Juliet and Nikki to say goodbye while I go on the hunt for James and Hudson. I ignore the people who try to get my attention as I walk the outskirts of the dance floor. The faster I say goodbye to my friends, the sooner I can get Alaina alone.

  Finding James and Hudson standing with Grant, Gray, and Grady, I beeline for them. Hudson’s jaw is clenched while the other four wear smiles.

  I come to a stop between James and Grant. “What the hell are you fuckers doing?”

  “Ribbing Hudson,” James answers. “He’s oh-for-three with Nikki tonight.”

  Brow raised, I look from Hudson, back over my shoulder to Nikki, who’s shooting daggers at Hudson’s back.

  “From the look in her eyes, I’d say he’s more than oh-for-three. I’d say he’s royally fucked.” I glance at Hudson. “You two got something going on?”

  “We have history,” he grunts vaguely. I’m surprised the beer bottle in his hand is still intact from the way he’s white knuckling it.

  “You might want to lay off her,” Grady advises. “She looks about two seconds away from planting the heel of her shoe up your ass.”

  Another grunt.

  “Big news that you left Phenix,” Grady comments, taking a pull from the beer in his hand. “James said you’ll still be writing the songs for them.”

  I nod. “That’s right. I may not want to perform with the band, but I can’t imagine never writing songs again.”

  “You ever want to step away from the label they’re with, you should talk with my wife, Dylan. She’s a songwriter. Has a pretty sweet deal with the company she’s with.”

  “She used to write for Jett Kroger, right?”

  At the mention of the singer’s name, Grady’s jaw clenches. I heard that Dylan and Jett used to be a thing a couple of years back, before she finally wised up and left his sorry ass. The guy was a hot-head and caused a lot of problems for the label he was with. I haven’t heard anything through the grapevine lately, so there’s no telling what he’s been up to.

  Apparently, he’s a sore subject for Grady, which makes me wonder what all went down between the three.

  “Yes,” Grady growls then shakes his head at whatever thoughts are on his mind.

  “She’s good,” I comment, meaning the compliment.

  The pissed off vibe coming from him a moment ago fades with his grin. “Yeah, she is. So damn proud of her. I can’t imagine the music you two would make if you worked together.”

  “I’m good where I am at the moment, but I’ll keep it in mind for the future.”

  I turn to James. “I’m headed out. Today was great. I’m happy for you and Juliet.”

  “I’m lucky to have found her.” His grin is full of pride as he looks over at his wife.

  “Looks like James isn’t the only one getting lucky tonight.” I follow Gray’s line of sight to the three women and lock gazes with Alaina. There’s no mistaking the unashamed lust in her eyes, or what the look does to me.

  I turn back to the guys. “No comment.” I hold out my hand to the three brothers. “It was damn good seeing you guys. If you’re ever over this way again, give me a call.”

  “Same goes for you,” Grant says.

  Leaving them behind, I head toward my woman.

  My woman.

  Fuck yes, she’s my woman. Or she will be before the night’s over. I don’t know what Alaina expects to happen between us, but I for damn sure don’t want tonight to be the only one I have with her.

  The Malone wives, Emerson, Dylan, and Sidney, along with their children, are now standing with Alaina, Juliet, and Nikki. Something strange hits me in the chest at seeing Alaina holding Grant and Emerson’s toddler. I may not know much about Alaina, but the way she’s holding the child and cooing softly to her, I have no doubt she would make a great mother.

  Unbidden, that strange feeling in my chest, turns into painful knots. If things work out between us, a baby is something I might not be able to give her.

  I shake away the thought as I approach the pair, getting way ahead of myself. Alaina and I are just getting to know each other. Who’s to say we will work past a week, let alone be together long enough to think about kids.

  The little girl, Gwen, has her hand wrapped around one of Alaina’s fingers as she gazes up at her, her mouth open with a line of drool dribbling down her chin.

  “Isn’t she just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” she asks without looking away from the baby.

  “That she is.”

  At my voice, the little girl lifts her beautiful eyes to me. The pain comes back tenfold when her tiny cheeks poof out with her gummy smile. In the face of such innocent happiness, I do the only thing a sane person could. I smile back at her.

  With her little legs kicking excitedly, she reaches out faster than a baby should and latches her fingers in my beard. To keep from losing half of the hair on my face, I let the baby drag me closer.

  “Whoa there,” I say gently with a wink. “You sure do have a nice strong grip.”

  Alaina giggles. “I think she likes you.”

  “Maybe she can like me a little less.” I wince when Gwen gives an almighty tug, surely plucking out a few dozen whiskers.

  “Oh, shi… oot!” Emerson says, rushing over to detach her daughter from my face. “I am so sorry! We’ve been trying to teach her to not pull hair. Apparently, we need to add facial hair to the list as well.”

  I chuckle as Gwen chatters baby talk in my face, paying no attention to her mother, who’s carefully uncurling her fingers from my beard.

  “No need to apologize. I have a cousin who has twin girls a couple of years older than Gwen. This is nothing compared to what they can do.”

  Once I’m finally free, Emerson offers me another apologetic smile before ushering her daughter away, her tone quiet as she explains to Gwen why pulling hair is a no-no. My heart melts at the crestfallen look that crosses the toddler’s face.

  Once they’re out of sight, I turn back to Alaina, and find her looking at me, a soft smile playing on her lips.

  “What’s that look for?” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

  Her smile gets bigger and she rests her palm on my chest. “It was sweet how you handled her. A lot of men would have been irritated.”

  I shrug. “She’s a baby. She doesn’t know any better.”

  “True. But some people don’t think of it like that.”

  Uncaring of who sees or hears, I wrap my arm around her waist and haul her against my chest. “You ready to get out of here?”

  The heated look she g
ives me goes straight to my dick.

  “More than ready.”

  After a quick goodbye to her friends, I grab her hand and practically drag her across the room and out the door. Her quiet giggle has me looking at her over my shoulder.

  “Is someone impatient?”

  “Damn straight,” I mutter.

  Thank fuck I decided against valet parking this afternoon, because there’s no damn way I’d be able to wait for my car to be brought around.

  I’m sure I break every speed limit between the hotel and my place, and I praise the heavens that traffic is light this time in the 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, luscious body.

  While I work on the buttons of my shirt, her hands move to my belt. I’m whipping the material off my shoulders when she begins working the zipper down over my rock-hard shaft. I hiss out a breath when her knuckles graze over me. I gently grip her wrist and stop her hand.

  “I’m on the very edge here,” I warn. Turning her toward the bed, I push her down until she’s on her back. “You lie there and let me take care of the rest.”

  She lies back, her arms thrown over her head as she lazily watches while I finish getting undressed. My dick jolts when her tongue peeks out and runs across her bottom lip, her eyes intent on my swollen shaft, like she’s imagining licking it.

  Once I’m fully naked, I step toward the bed. Her legs fall open, inviting me between them. I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her toward me until her ass sits on the edge, then I drop to my knees.

  “Enzo,” she pants, leaning up on her elbows to look at me, her lids hooded. “I need you inside me.”

  “Not until I’ve had my mouth on you.”

  Her lips part to say more, but the words die on a moan when I press my tongue against her and drag it up to her clit. Snaking my arms around her thighs, I use my thumbs to spread her wide before diving back in. Her heels dig into the mattress and her back bows.

  I growl against her clit, using the vibration to drive her even crazier.

  “Holy shit, Enzo. That feels so good!” She clutches my hair and presses my mouth firmer against her. I fucking love how she’s so responsive and unafraid to show me what she likes.

  I suck her clit into my mouth, keeping my gaze on her face. With her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open as she pants, little mewling sounds escape her lips.

  My dick’s about to explode, needing to be in the warm recesses of her body, but I ignore my need and focus on Alaina. I want the taste of her release on my tongue before I give into my own.

  “Oh, God,” she moans, thrashing her head from side to side. “I’m so close.”

  Releasing one thigh, I position a finger at her entrance, teasing the tip around the outer edges. “Give it to me, Alaina.” I slowly push my finger inside, her walls warm and wet. “Let me feel you come against my fingers. I want to drink every drop you have to give.”

  Her legs quiver against my shoulders, giving away her imminent release. I add a second finger and set back to licking and sucking her swollen clit.

  A moment later, her fingers tighten in my hair and her legs clamp around my head. Her inner walls spasm and she releases a loud moan, shoving her delicious pussy against my mouth.

  Fuck, her essence tastes good. I could survive on just eating her.

  I give her a couple more lazy licks, in which she shudders, before getting to my feet, grabbing a condom from my wallet as I go. Her expression is relaxed and sated, like a kitten waking after a nap.

  I run my hands up her thighs until they meet the apex of her legs. She gets up on her elbows, her gaze moving straight to my dick. She does that licking her lips thing again, and my dick jumps.

  “Later,” I grunt, already knowing where her mind is. As much as I want her lips wrapped around my shaft, I want her pussy wrapped around it more. “You begged to have my dick inside you, and now you get it.”

  She pouts, the expression more sexy than I’m sure she intended. She w
atches as I rip open the condom and slide it over my sensitive flesh. She reaches for me at the same time I fall on top of her. Her moan is husky when my lips touch hers.

  “You like tasting yourself on my lips, baby?” I murmur.

  She licks my bottom lip. “I never knew I could taste so good.”

  Her words have my dick pulsing. I push the tip against her folds and slide up until I bump her clit.

  Digging her nails into my ass cheeks, she growls, “Inside me now, Enzo, or I’ll take care of things myself.”

  Not one to deny my girl, I grip the base and position it at her entrance, then slowly slip the head inside.

  “More,” she pants, her eyes flashing with more need than I’ve seen from her before.

  “You want more?” I taunt, sliding the tip out then back in another inch.

  “Yes.”

  I remove one of her clawed hands from my ass and lace my fingers with hers, settling it by her head. Using my other hand, I wrap it under her arm and grip her shoulder from beneath. With a slow measured thrust, I bury my dick inside her to the hilt, giving her every last inch.

  I grit my teeth and hold my hips still, afraid to move and risk ending this way too early. She feels incredible. Too fucking incredible.

  Her heels dig into my back. “You gotta move.”

  “If I do,” I grate between clenched teeth, “this ends before it even starts. Give me a minute.”

  Once I’m sure I won’t go off the second I move, I straighten my arms so I can look down at her. Pulling my hips back until only the tip is left inside, I slide forward again. The slickness of her channel is damn near overwhelming, the heat of her scorching.

  I set a steady pace. Thrusting forward and drawing back. My balls draw up way too soon. If I had my way, I’d stay inside Alaina’s phenomenal body all night.

  I rotate my hips, making sure to press down against the tight bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy. Her walls lock around my shaft and she lets out a loud cry, her orgasm hitting her hard and fast.

  Slanting my lips over hers, I drink in her cries of pleasure.