Page 155 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
Apparently carbs hit different after being fucked because when Alex returned to our tent after gathering lunch for the both of us, I was ravenous. I finished my sandwich quicker than he finished his, and his shock was made evident as he watched me dabbing my mouth with a napkin, blue eyes dancing.
“Worked up an appetite, did you?”
“Shut up.” I was losing track of how many times I’d said that to him over the last three days. His lips curled into a pleased smile.
“You normally eat like a bitty little bird. It’s good to know that that was all an act.”
“It wasn’t an act.” I threw my balled up napkin at him, and he caught it with a leer. Demon. He was a demon. Apparently fucking me made him even cockier than usual. Which was as infuriating as it was adorable.
Christ, I…I was having a hard time unpacking just how good sex with Alex was. Sometimes it really felt like he could read my mind. He knewexactlywhat to do andhowto do it for maximum effect. The double penetration? Holy fuck, I had not expected that. But I was certain to think about it for…the next millennia, let’s be honest.
Normally my skin was too tight for my body, my head like a brittle rubber band ready to snap. But right now…after such an intense scene and the frankly perfect aftercare, I actually felt…good?
Like breathing came easy.
Like my thoughts weren’t treacherous.
Loosey fucking goosey.
I’d never realized how much goddamn fun sex could be. That communication itself could make it better. That there were so many options—and ideas, and possibilities. Alex made me feel unafraid to try the things I’d never known I wanted. He was the perfect partner to explore with, all endless enthusiasm and sharp wit.
The fact it’d taken him less than a day to figure out how to take me apart?
He was amazing.
Truly fucking amazing.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had this much fun. Withanything, honestly.
“Sure, sure,” Alex teased. He finished his sandwich with two massive, disgusting bites, then used my somewhat dirty napkin to clean his mouth. I made a face and he snickered. “You touched it,” he shrugged. “It’s better than mine.”
“You’re so gross,” I replied, glancing at his clean napkin pointedly. “Do you want me to touch that one too so you’ll actually clean your face?” There was a smudge of mustard on Alex’s bottom lip that he’d missed.
“Sure.” He eyed me curiously, like he couldn’t wait to see what I was about to do. Which was so fucking weird andnerdyand cute—all at once. After some internal debate, I reached over to grab Alex’s unused napkin.This is so weird,why are you entertaining it?That thought didn’t stop me from pressing a quick kiss to the corner. My cheeks flamed, but Alex looked so pleased I managed to fight through my embarrassment to shove the napkin against his chest.
“There’s mustard on your—” I mimed the corner of my mouth.
“Here?” He grinned as he dabbed his face where I’d indicated on mine.
“Lower.”
“Here?” He tried again.
“Got it.”
“Thanks.” Alex folded the napkin up, then stared at it—like now that I’d kissed it he was debating the merit of keeping it versus throwing it away.
Now who was the raccoon?
“Don’t even think about it.” I laughed, kicking a leg out to connect with his thigh. “It’s trash, Alex, not a memento.” The motion made my ass twinge pleasantly, and I sighed, leaning into the movement so I could feel it longer. Normally, the sensation dulled by now—and I had no doubt its lingering had everything to do with how fucking full I’d been stuffed.
“I’ll let it go if you offer to kiss something else for me,” Alex waggled his dark brows playfully, dimples showing he was smiling so wide. My guard still hadn’t gone up, even though the fuzz from my orgasm had faded. Another miracle.
“Fine. What?”
“I haven’t decided yet, but I promise you’ll know as soon as I figure it out.”
“I’m not kissing your hockey skates,” I grunted. I attempted to extricate my foot from Alex’s leg but he latched onto it, fingers digging into the sole like it was second nature. He didn’t even seem to notice he was doing it, his hands moving on their own.
