April (Calendar Girl #4) (11 page)

His eyes narrowed and he looked positively affronted. “Why not? Everyone needs to release tensions, connect physically, and making love is the best way to do that.”

Of course, my Frenchie would see it that way. “Well, the client after you was gay.” I shrugged.

“So then you could have made love to both of them.” He pulled me completely on top of him, slid his hands down to my ass and separated my legs so I was straddling him. He was hardening under me. Alec was, by far, the most virile man I’d ever met. When he said he would make love to me all night, I had no doubt that I’d pass out from needing sleep before he stopped loving me.

Licking a trail from one nipple to the next, I sucked on the neglected flat disc until it hardened. “That would have been an experience, but it wasn’t like that.”

“I’ll never understand that. Continue.”

Tilting my head to the side, I used one finger and traced his mustache and beard. His long russet locks had dried and were wavy and sexy in a way that was intensely masculine. “This guy I’m with now, the baseball player. At first, I thought I might want to share a bed with him, but he’s in love with someone else.”

“Ah, and the other woman does not share. Then why did he need you?” He asked thoughtfully, but it was hard to pay attention because at that moment he decided to press a finger deep into my sex from behind. He leisurely fucked me with one finger until I was wet enough that he could fit another. “You were saying,” Alec said with a grin, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. Sexy bastard.

“Uh, yeah. Well, he was kind of an ass when we met and then I helped, oh God, fuck…”I dropped my head and pushed back letting his fingers hit just the right spot. “Uh, get the girl he wanted.”

He clucked his tongue. “Pity. More for me,” he uttered then pushed high into me with those two thick fingers. I pressed back against them moaning and gasping, the sensation splintering all around me. Then I put my mouth on his chest and licked and nipped while he got me off with his fingers. When I was crying out, he rolled me over and kissed a path down my body. “Want your crème on my tongue,
ma jolie
. Need to remember your taste. Going to eat you now. Are you done telling stories?”

Telling him stories. He thought talking was telling stories. Damn, the man was cute and fucking talented. Then I pressed into my heels and pushed up into his face. He growled and stuck his tongue as far inside me as it would go. His hands held my lower lips apart and he rubbed his lips, mustache, and beard all over my sex. “Want your scent all over me while I sleep. Then I’ll have beautiful dreams of my sweet tasting, beautiful, Mia.
Oui, ma jolie
?”

“Fuck yes,” I groaned and cried out when he sucked extra hard on my o-trigger, sending me to the very top of the crest.

Alec took his time between my legs. He sucked, fucked me with his finger, nipped at me with his teeth, and even gave me a rosy quarter sized hickey on my inner thigh. Over and over he brought me to the very pinnacle of release, then backed off until I was so exhausted and out of my mind with need I begged and pleaded for him to finish me off. My sex was so wet I could feel the slippery juices sliding between the crack of my ass. Alec didn’t let it fly. He swooped down with the flat of his tongue and teased the tiny rosette I knew he loved, laid his mouth wide over my opening and drank. His cheeks hollowed out, my back arched, and then he grated his teeth along my clit and I shot into the stratosphere bucking like a wild woman. While I was coming, he slipped on a condom and speared his thick cock deep into me and rode me hard, harder than he ever had before. We were wild, out of control, and fucking like we would never get another chance. At one point, he pulled my legs up high, cutting my body in half and powered into me.

“Love your body.”

“Love your sex.”

“Love your heart.”

“Love your soul.”

“Love you, Mia.”

Except Alec said all of those things in French.

What we did that evening was scalding hot, it was devoted, and it was one of the most passionate sexual experiences of my life. He brought us both to release again, and when the last vestiges of his essence poured into me, he collapsed against my body. Together, we passed out, still connected physically, emotionally, and mentally.

Chapter 8

I woke in the middle of an orgasm. My legs were clamped around Alec’s head as he took me there. Then without even a word, a good morning, he rolled on a condom. I’d lost count of how many we used the night before. He inched his way into overused swollen tissue. Still, it felt divine. My poor hoo-hah tensed and pulsed like it had been through a battle and won. This time he made slow, careful love to me. We both knew it would be the last time, but I wouldn’t say forever. I’d learned not to think that way. Between seeing Wes again and now Alec, never was not a word I’d keep in my vocabulary when it came to the men I cared for.

Once we were done, he methodically put on his clothes. “I enjoyed this night with you,
ma jolie
. When you are town again, or are in need of a reminder that you are loved, you will call,
oui
?

I nodded, got up and threw on a silk robe I had hanging over the door while he pulled his hair into a messy man bun. God, I loved the man bun. I leaned up on my toes and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around my body and held me close while we kissed for long moments.

He pulled back and kissed my nose. “I have much work to do or I would feast on your flesh all day.” He cupped my cheeks and focused his yellow gaze all over my face. “Sadness does not become you. This reason you are sad, is it a man?”

I pinched my lips together and thought back to that phone call. God, how I wished I’d never made that call. I could have just texted him and then we’d both blissfully go on, knowing that the other still felt it deep. And here I was now, doing the same thing he was doing. Losing myself in another man’s body, in sex. Really good sex, toe curling, mind-blowing sex, but it still wasn’t with the one I wanted it to be with.

“Yeah, it was a man, but you know, having you here, helping Mason get his girl, I realize that it’s all part of the process. My journey this year is long and if at the end, I’m meant to be with a certain man then I will.” Alec nodded and I smiled, the thought taking wings.

Alec pushed back my unruly hair and caressed the side of my face. “
Ma jolie
, you are very young. Give yourself time to enjoy life and all its offerings.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Including the pleasures of the flesh,
oui
?” I knew what he was saying and it reinstated my belief that this year was about me. Not about me and someone else. It was about me saving my dad and finding myself. Wherever that took me is wherever it took me. He was right. I was young and not in a committed relationship and neither was Wes. I couldn’t fault the man for wanting to find a connection to someone, to not be alone even for a short time he shared his body with someone else. I’d done that, too. And you know what, it felt amazing. I felt amazing. Refreshed, ready to take on whatever life was going to throw my way.

“You know, you’re pretty amazing, Frenchie.” Alec grinned that drop dead sexy smile and I swear I felt it in my clit.

“This I know,
chérie
.” He leaned forward and kissed me softly. “Only you, you need to remember you too are a gift to this world.”

Alec always had a way with words. Words that could soothe, entice, and always worked their magic on my psyche.

I led him by the hand into the living room portion of the suite. It was far too much to hope that Mason and Rachel would already be out for the day. Then again, I should have just looked out the window. Rain. Heaps of rain smattered against the sliding door. That meant practice would be delayed or canceled.

Rachel and Mason were both completely dressed and sitting at the dining area having what looked to be lunch, not breakfast. Fuck, what time was it?

Mason’s eyes caught sight of Alec and then me in my robe, hair a mess, cheeks probably rosy from the recent orgasm, basically my entire look screaming I-was-just-fucked. Mason grinned. “Hey sweetness, sleep well?”

That’s when Alec jumped in. “I wouldn’t call what we did sleep,” he waggled his brows seductively. My Frenchman was incorrigible. Rachel didn’t say a word. Her mouth was wide open, her fork held mid-air close to her face with a strawberry sitting on the tines waiting to be eaten.

“Uh, this is Alec, that’s Mason and his girlfriend Rachel.”

Rachel’s hand came down and the fork clattered against the plate. “Uh, hi?” she said. That was definitely the first time I’d seen the professional put together woman totally at a loss for words that didn’t involve a large, sexy as sin baseball player.

Mason gave a chin lift. I turned Alec around and led him to the door. We weren’t completely out of sight but he never cared about what people thought. Instead of walking out the door, he pulled me against his body, placed one hand on my ass and one at my nape, crushing me to his lengthy form before he devoured my mouth. Tongue, lips and teeth parried and danced the most delectable of goodbye kisses.

Finally when we both couldn’t breathe he let me go. “
Je t’aime
, Mia.” Alec said, his tone filled with the love I knew he had for me. I held a place in his heart and I always would. That was enough for me.

“I love you too, Alec.”

I watched him until he entered the elevator. “Until next time,
ma jolie
,” he said as the doors closed behind him. Then I turned and went back to the table. When I got there, Mason handed me half of his club sandwich. I sat down and took a bite, suddenly ravenous.

Neither of them spoke until Mason turned his entire body to me, elbow to the table. “So you love this guy?” He hooked a thumb behind him.

I nodded. “Yeah, but not in the way you’re thinking. I’m not
in love
with him. We just have something. When we’re together, we’re together. It’s just us. But most of the time, we’re not.”

Rachel closed her eyes and then pursed her lips. “I don’t get it. We heard him say he loved you. And in French. Oh my god, that was sexy.” She gasped when Mason’s burning gaze shot her way. “Sorry.” She shoved a piece of fruit into her mouth and looked down at her plate.

Pushing a piece of hair back, and pulling my leg onto the chair, I focused on my two new friends and decided I had nothing hide. I needed to be me warts and all. If they were my friends, they’d accept me for who I was, not who they thought I was. “Alec was a client. We went there.” I made a hand gesture that both of them understood. “Enjoyed the hell out of it. He taught me a lot about people, about loving myself and others. So yeah, I love him. Just not in the ‘I’m going to marry him, want to have his babies, or be his girlfriend’ type way. More like…” I thought about it for a moment while looking at the rain pelting the balcony. “More like ‘I really love it when he fucks me into next week and I care about him and love him like a friend’. Does that make sense?”

Both Mason and Rachel shook their heads and I groaned. “I can’t explain it. Just, don’t worry about it.”

“From the sound of it, the fuck you into next week part sure as hell happened. Damn girl, I rolled over and fucked Rach so many times last night I think my dick might have been sprained listening to you take it over and over again.” Mason joked boldly. Rachel and I both simultaneously socked him in the arm. “Ouch!” He rubbed his arms. “You enjoyed it,” he pointed at Rachel and her cheeks turned a mighty shade of red.

I polished off the sandwich and got up. “Need to shower.”

“Smell you later…sex fiend.” Mason said when I started walking away.

“Takes one to know one, fuck-face!” I hollered back. Maybe Mason would be my boy version of Ginelle back home. That could be nice.

“You both are like children,” was the last thing I heard Rachel say as I closed the door to my room.

***

Over the next couple days, Mason and the Red Sox won their games. Everyone was in the best of moods and it showed. When we got back to Boston, we stepped off the plane, into a cab, and over to the Black Rose pub where his brother Brayden worked the bar. It was time to celebrate and the team was ready. A truckload of guys poured out of cabs and town cars. The second we entered, Brayden whistled over the bar. A pretty waitress went over to something that looked like a stereo and hit a button.

“We are the champions” by Queen filled the bar. It was still early, and on top of that a weeknight, so the bar was practically dead at four in the afternoon, but that didn’t stop the team. They were ready to slug back some beers and let off some steam. They’d been playing like rock stars on the field and they had a few days break to enjoy. Today was time to celebrate. The WAGs found their place cuddling next to, or in the lap of their chosen player and the drinking started.

Several hours into the night and I was feeling mighty fine.

“Mace, I’m going to head home,” Rachel said, leaning close but not too close to cause suspicion. The team didn’t know that he was bangin’ Rachel and not me. All but Junior believed the sham.

“Baby no, meet me at my place?” Mason suggested with a pair of his best puppy dog eyes. I had to give it to a woman that could deny a man what he wanted with that look.

Rachel shook her head. “Got to work tomorrow, I need to do laundry and be fresh for the day. I’ll come by the house for an early lunch?”

Mason nodded and put his hand at her neck. Her eyes widened and so did mine glancing around to see if anyone was watching. They weren’t. Most the crew was already three sheets to the wind anyway.

“Mace,” I warned, nervous he was going to break character. Instead, he just squeezed her neck and then patted her on the shoulder.

“Miss you, baby. See you tomorrow.”

Rachel smiled sweetly at Mace then hugged me. “Take care of him, will ya?”

I looked at her with mock seriousness, put my hand at my brow and saluted her. “Yes, Ma’am!”

“Children. I swear being around you two is like hanging out with twenty-year-old children,” she shook her head and walked off. Mason watched her ass the entire time. Rachel had a nice ass. Small, but she worked it.