“I’m doing this for me,” I reply.
Hayden is quiet for a moment as he stares at me. Like he’s searching for the truth in my answer. “You’re going to smash your audition. You’ll get so famous you won’t remember us little people.” He smiles.
Sliding off the stool, I position myself between Hayden’s legs and hook my arms over his shoulders. “Well, you better make tonight a night I’ll never forget.” Leaning forward, I bring my lips to his ear and whisper, “I bought two boxes of condoms.”
He turns his head to whisper in my ear, “I bought three boxes.”
Chapter Twenty-One
HAYDEN
Itake Alyssa’s hand and guide her from the kitchen, up the stairs and into my bedroom. “Let me check on Lily. I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be waiting,” she says with the sexiest smile. Making it hard for me to leave her, even if it’s only for a few minutes.
I make my way to Lily’s room and peek inside. She’s snuggled up with her blue stuffed penguin and breathing heavily. She’s out cold. Turning off her nightlight, I give her a kiss on the forehead. Her little, soft, sleeping face makes my heart melt.
I could never imagine treating her the way Alyssa’s parents treat her. Comparing her to another person. Telling her she isn’t good enough. Not being proud of her achievements. What kind of people are they? Ones Alyssa hasn’t taken after, because the way she treats her kids in class, the way she treats Lily, there’s no way she’s not proud of everything they achieve ortryto achieve. There’s no judgment. No comparison.
This is the woman I want to bring into Lily’s life. Someone I know will love Lily like she’s her own. But is it too soon? With Alyssa chasing her Broadway dreams, and with her talent, she can go anywhere in the world. My life is here with Lily. Can we make it work? I’d hate for Lily to get too attached to Alyssa only for her to leave our lives.
Maybe I’m thinking too far into the future. This relationship is new. I should enjoy it. Not end it before it’s began.
Leaving Lily’s room, I close the door behind me and walk back into my bedroom. I stop short in my tracks at the threshold, my tongue rolling out of my mouth. Alyssa is leaning against the headboard, her unbound hair falling like chocolate waves down her shoulders. She’s removed her pants, t-shirt, and boots and is lying on my bed in a red, lacy bra and matching panties. Her fingers are working her pussy behind the lace.
With heavy-lidded eyes, she says, “I’m warming myself up for you.”
Holy fuck. I’m living in my wildest fantasy.
Kicking off my shoes, I yank my t-shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor. Next, I make quick work of taking off my jeans and underwear.
As I stand by the bed, I look at the mattress and chuckle. Condoms are spread all over the bedspread. I lift an eyebrow. “You are ambitious if you think we’re going to use them all.” Although, I’ll certainly try my damndest.
“I want them within easy reach. I’ve waited for this moment for two days. I want nothing slowing us down.” She smirks.
What isn’t slowing down are her fingers. It should be me doing the work, but damn it’s hot watching her pleasure herself.
“Are you going to stand there all night and watch, or are you going to take part?” She removes her hand from her panties and crooks her index finger. “I want you inside of me.”
Taking her by the ankles, I tug her legs. She squeals as she slides onto her back. Before she can take her next breath, I hover over the top of her on my elbows. “Sshh,” I whisper. “I know how much you like to scream, but you’ll have to keep it down. We wouldn’t want to wake Lily.”
She gives me a sultry look. “Well, you’ll have to put something in my mouth to stop me.”
My arms grow weak. “I’ll be happy to put my cock in your mouth.”
She giggles. “I was thinking more like your tongue. Although, your cock will work too.”
My head drops. “Fuck me.” My body is burning for her. I need to touch every inch of her. Make her as hot as I am.
Leaning onto one elbow, I place my hand on her throat. Our eyes connect, our breathing heavy. Her chest is rising and falling, bringing my attention to her breasts. I smooth my palm down her chest to capture a breast in my hand, her nipples pressing against the lacy fabric of her bra. There’s a clasp at the front of the bra, and I unhook it with one finger, breaking her gorgeous tits free.
“For someone who hasn’t done this for a while, you’re good at unhooking a bra.” She grins.
“It’s like riding a bike. You never forget,” I say. I twirl my fingers around one nipple and move over to the other one, giving it equal attention. “I love your tits.”
“They’re small,” she gasps as I pinch and flick.
“They fit perfectly in my hands.” I take a breast in my hand, showing her how well they fit, and giving it a light squeeze. Her back arches off the bed. I replace my hand with my mouth and lave my tongue over the nipple. Her fingers tunnel into my hair. I pull away. “And they fit perfectly into my mouth.”