LuckoftheDraw

by Jayne Kingston

  Chapter Ten

  “This really isn’t necessary,” Petra said, her protest halfhearted as Alex opened the hotel room door and swept her into his arms to carry her across the threshold.

  “Yes I know, but all of this wedding nonsense has me feeling kind of romantic.”

  He never took his eyes off hers as he maneuvered them both through the door without either of them touching the frame.

  She couldn’t deny the day had left her feeling pretty romantic as well.

  Ben and Rachel’s late-May elegant garden-party wedding had gone off without a hitch. It had been a small afternoon gathering held in the backyard of Ben’s parents’ house followed by a short afternoon tea reception.

  They’d gone to an intimate dinner that evening, just the bride and groom, the bridal party—Petra, Bree, Alex and Cooper—and Ben’s and Rachel’s parents. Their parents went home after dinner and the six of them had gone out in a chauffeur-driven limousine to different bars and nightclubs, drinking and dancing the rest of the night away.

  They’d finished the night at the hotel where Ben and Rachel planned to spend their first night as a married couple before leaving for their honeymoon the next day. Their wedding gifts to the bridal party were suites in the same hotel so they could all end the night in the same place, then wake up and have breakfast together in the morning.

  “So what do you say, Pete? With Ben and Rachel married and Bree and Cooper engaged, do you think we should jump on the bandwagon and talk about getting hitched?” Alex asked.

  He set her on her feet near the end of the enormous bed and took off his suit jacket.

  She turned her back to him and lifted her hair so he could access the zipper on the beautiful, summery blue dress she’d worn in the wedding.

  “Oh now, Lexi my love. I vote we rebel and continue to live in sin the rest of our lives,” she answered casually, shivering when he slid a hand around her waist through the open zipper and pulled her back against his chest.

  “That’s my girl,” he murmured with a chuckle, his mouth close to her ear.

  Petra wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back so her ass pressed against the growing bulge in the front of his pants. She sighed as she angled her head to better receive the kisses he was trailing down her neck.

  All kidding aside, if he asked her to marry him she would say yes. There was no question about it. And while having a family had never been on her radar, if he wanted children, she would give him as many as he asked for, as long as she was able.

  But there would be time to talk about marriage and a family later. For the moment all Petra wanted to think about was what his hands and his mouth were doing to her.

  He helped her out of her dress, holding her hand as she stepped out of the layers of tulle skirt, and carefully draped it over the back of a nearby chair. She turned to face him as she pulled the straps of her slip off her shoulders, letting that slide slowly down her body before she handed it to him. He tossed it in the general direction of the dress without looking. It missed and fell to the floor in a small pool of ivory silk.

  He exhaled sharply. “I knew you had something good going on under there,” he told her, his eyes slowly taking in every inch of her body.

  Petra had gone all out, wanting to make the night as special for the two of them as the day had been for Ben and Rachel. She’d purchased an ivory lace demi bra and the skimpiest matching panties she could find that were also wedding-tasteful, just for the occasion. The matching silk garter and stockings had been too delicious to pass up, and she could tell by the look in his eyes she’d hit the mark with the whole set.

  “Stay there,” he said quietly, holding up his hand to stop her when she took a step toward him. He toed off his shoes and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt.

  Petra took a step backward and laced her fingers together behind her back. If he was going to undress before he touched her, she was going to watch as every inch of his beautiful body came into view.

  Alex pulled his tie open, slid it out of his collar and laid it over her dress.

  “It never ceases to amaze me how beautiful you are,” he told her, his eyes holding hers steady as he opened the buttons on his shirt.

  She found it unbearably sexy that he was wearing an undershirt. It made the quick reveal of his tight stomach and strong chest that much hotter when he took it off.

  Her mouth had gone dry in anticipation or she might have been able to answer him.

  His belt came open. “And it never ceases to amaze me that you’re mine.”

  And then he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that were just barely containing that glorious erection of his. Her mouth watered and she found she was able to use her tongue again. Couldn’t wait to use it—on him more than for speaking.

  “Why would you be amazed?” she asked, dragging her gaze up from his cock to his eyes. “You and I were inevitable, you know.”

  One, two long strides and he was right in front of her. Her breath caught as his hands slid around her back and held her close to his body.

  “There was a very long time there when I didn’t think we would happen.”

  Even after all the months they’d been together, she could still see the uncertainty that came into his eyes once in a while. She would do whatever it took, for as long as it took, to permanently erase that look and the fears still lurking behind it.

  “Let me show you again, Lex,” she said, sliding her hands across the broad expanse of his chest, running them over his shoulders and up his neck, walking backward and coaxing him into following. “Let me show you how you belong with me, how you and I are meant to be together.”

  She was already shaking with hot, insistent need.

  “It’s in the way our bodies fit,” she added just before his mouth closed over hers and he groaned and pulled her against him even tighter. “It’s in the way you make me feel like there is nothing in the world but you,” she whispered into his ear when he dipped his head to kiss her neck.

  He lifted her and she wrapped around him as he crawled onto the bed.

  “It’s in the way you make me feel all this love,” she added, full of emotion as they lay across the top of the thick comforter together. “Alex, there’s so much I feel like I’m going to come apart with it some days.”

  His breath hitched and held the way he was holding her gaze, suspended in time.

  He nodded, stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

  “Go ahead and come apart, sweetheart,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll catch you and put you back together. Every time.”

  He kissed her then, right when she needed him to, slowly and deeply. He pulled down the soft cups of her bra just enough to expose her nipples, kissing one and then the other, taking turns licking, sucking and pinching until she thought she was going to lose her ever-loving mind.

  He made his way down her body, removing each piece of lingerie carefully before treating her newly exposed skin to the same thorough attention. She was begging pitifully by the time he removed the last of her stockings and stretched his body over hers, his cock and his tongue filling her up at the same time.

  She let him drive into her slowly for a few minutes before she dug a heel into the mattress and rolled them so he was on his back. She rode him hard, fingers laced with his and head thrown back as he thrust up slightly to meet her, bringing her to orgasm with lightning speed.

  He gave her no time to recover before he flipped her onto her hands and knees and brought her close to the edge of the bed, where he fucked her from behind while standing. She came a second time, moaning his name with his cock hitting all the right places inside of her and his fingers on her clit.

  When she collapsed he moved her so they were lying with their heads on the pillows and took her from behind. He made love to her slowly, one hand cradling her head as he kissed her and the fingers of the other stroking the inside of the leg she had thrown back over his. He came professing his
love for her and for the way she made him feel, his words so tender they made her heart expand with their warmth and light.

  Eventually they made their way under the covers, her on her back and him with his head on her chest, his arm and leg wrapped around her, heavy and welcome.

  “Have you thought about how you’re to occupy your spare time now that you’ve played Cupid with all your friends?” he asked long after she thought he’d fallen asleep.

  She ran her fingers through his wiry-soft hair and said nothing.

  Alex’s head came up. “You are finished matchmaking, right?”

  She chewed on the inside of her cheek.

  He went up on one elbow. “Petra? Who’s left?”

  She hesitated long enough he narrowed his eyes at her before she answered, “Jude.”

  His eyebrows went up.

  She stroked the arm he still had around her. “I couldn’t help myself.”

  Alex knew she and Jude had been in touch since he went back to Haiti. They’d all been exchanging emails, and they’d had dinner as a group with Rachel, Ben, Bree and Cooper when he came to Chicago for a brief stay a few weeks earlier.

  “Who did you set him up with?”

  She bit her bottom lip. “Michel.”

  He laughed, shaking the whole bed with it.

  “I had to do it,” she started, half defensive, half laughing. “Once Michel found out Jude and I were in touch and that we really weren’t going to get back together, he started asking me about him all the time. It got annoying, so I set something up.”

  Alex looked incredulous. “Jude specifically said he didn’t want you to set him up with anyone. I heard him with my own two ears. How did you manage to pull it off?”

  She grimaced. “I don’t know if I did. It’s happening tomorrow night.”

  He tsked at her and shook his head.

  “What are we going to do about this crazy habit of yours?” he asked, shifting so his hips were between her legs. “Does everyone you know need to be paired up with someone?” he asked, his weight on his arms and his big hands smoothing back her hair. “Is it so wrong to have happily single people in the world?”

  She had yet to tell him she’d recently set her sights on fixing up his dad with the colorful, classy owner of the coffee shop that had just opened in their neighborhood.

  That bit of news could wait, she decided, much more interested in his hardening cock as it settled against the inside of her thigh.

  “You don’t think everyone deserves a chance at what we have?” she asked, her body starting to tingle with anticipation.

  “You mean happiness with the person they love more than anyone in the world?”

  In one very smooth move their bodies came together. The light in his eyes made her heart beat with a joy she could not have imagined feeling less than a year earlier.

  “Yes,” he whispered against her lips. “I believe everyone should be this lucky.”

  About Jayne Kingston

  Jayne Kingston is a multi-published erotic romance author. When she was growing up she spent many hours daydreaming about a time when she could flee the too-small town in Ohio where she grew up and run laughing for the sunny West Coast. Of course she stuck around and raised her family there instead, and doesn’t regret it for a moment. Now she spends her days dreaming about the delicious fun two people can have while falling in love.

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