Chapter Eight

Alexei

I slap Ryleigh lightly on the butt to wake her, unable to keep my hands off those curvy ass cheeks of hers. Though I know I should demonstrate control, it’s the last thing I want to do.

“Hmm?” she murmurs, blinking open hazy eyes.

“Time to get up, baby.” I smile. I fucking love the sight of her in my bed; I can’t help it.

“Why?” She groans.

It’s only seven, so I get it, but I rouse her again. “I’ve got practice.”

“Mmm.” She makes a noise, but I’m not sure what it means. It could mean fuck you. Or go make me coffee. It could also mean okay, sounds great.

I chuckle and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I head to the shower only because it helps wake me up, and not because I actually want to leave this woman in my bed.

Twenty minutes later, Ryleigh is still in bed, and trust me, I get it. She insisted on getting up with Ella both times last night, even though I told her I’d take care of the baby.

I head to the kitchen, intent on making her a strong cup of coffee, and possibly making myself a plate of eggs. Last night was incredible, and I’m more than a little proud that I’ve rendered Ryleigh so useless this morning. The caveman in me is beating his chest proudly.

I smirk as I flip on my coffee machine and watch the drip brewer begin to work. I already have a bottle ready for Ella on the counter, knowing she’ll be awake in the next twenty minutes.

When I return to the bedroom five minutes later with a mug of steaming coffee for Ryleigh, she sits up in bed and smiles at me.

“You’re my hero.”

There’s something about that smile and the way she says that—it hits me right in the chest and I want to hit replay on this moment.

“You’re very welcome.” I press a soft kiss to her lips. “Last night was incredible. You are incredible.”

Ryleigh blushes and looks down.

She can’t be shy now. Not after last night.

I lift her chin. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

She meets my eyes at last. “I loved every minute of it.”

I can’t help but feel proud of how I pleased her. I skim my hands along her upper arms up to her neck, her face, and then tilt her mouth to mine. I steal a long kiss, which Ryleigh gives me freely.

My cock twitches to life, stirring between us.

“Do you have time for this?” she asks between kisses.

“I’ll make time,” I say, and she swats at my upper arm. “I mean it. I want you so bad, baby.”

Without a word, Ryleigh draws her boxer shorts down over her hips and takes them off, leaving her bare from the waist down, and I remove her shirt.

God, she’s sexy. Her tits are full and round, and I want them in my mouth right now.

I lean closer and pull her nipple between my lips. Ryleigh makes a need-filled sound unlike any I’ve heard before, and my cock bucks in my shorts. I rise from the bed and strip in about three seconds, and then I rejoin her, lifting her calf around my hip.

“Need to be inside you,” I groan when my bare cock makes contact with her hot, wet pussy.

“I’m clean. On birth control,” she murmurs.

Fuck.

“Me too.”

She raises her eyebrows with a hint of amusement at my response, because it sounded like I was saying I’m on birth control too.

“The clean part,” I say, clarifying. “I’ve been tested.”

She smiles.

“I don’t think male birth control has been cleared by the Food and Drug Administration yet,” I add brilliantly.

God, shut up, Alexei.

Ryleigh only grins. “Less talking. More fucking.”

Or more specifically, bare-back fucking.

I press forward and groan at how incredible she feels. Warm. Wet. Snug.

And gripping me like her life depends on it. Heaven.

“Yes,” she says on a groan. “Oh God.”

“Hold on, baby,” I tell her, placing her arms around my neck.

Ryleigh’s smile fades away as I fuck her in long, deep thrusts. Pleasure-filled cries pierce the air as I move within her. She’s perfect.

I’m so close. But I can’t come before she does.

Correction: I can come just from looking at this woman, but I won’t come until she’s screaming my name.

I hike her leg higher around my waist, and the new angle does something for Ryleigh, not to mention that it puts me even closer to finishing myself off.

“Fuck. Alexei!” she cries, contracting around me in a mind-altering orgasm that is more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt from any woman . . . in my entire life.

I can’t help but follow her over the edge, my own release powerful and unending.

Holy shit.

Finally spent, I collapse on top of Ryleigh. As she begins laughing, Ella whimpers from the other room. Perfect. Fucking. Timing.

A single thought flashes through my brain—

This is the most perfect way to wake up.