A quick glance at the clock on the nightstand displayed that a few hours passed. The day had been exhausting and long, so I decided to call it in early.
There was no sign of Nate returning, nor did I expect him to. I admired that he put his girls first before himself. There was a good chance he would settle in his daughter’s bed until she fell asleep, most likely falling asleep himself.
Turning off the television, I hunkered down under the sheets and comforter until just my face was free of the confines. I thought sleep would come quickly, but I constantly checked the alarm, groaning at every hour that slipped by.
My frustration grew by the minute. I’d been about to fall asleep where I sat just after Nate left, but now I couldn’t even count my way into slumber. I made it to two hundred and seventy-five sheep before I gave up. I chalked it up to my body reverting to my sleep schedule when I worked.
Since there was no hope of slumber anytime soon, I thought I could head down to the kitchen and get started meal prepping for the week.
But just as I stepped out into the hallway, another idea came to mind. I wanted to finish what I started.
Chapter Fourteen – Nate
Molly had taken longer to go down than I expected. By the time I got her back to sleep after getting her a cup of water, it was almost midnight. As much as I wanted to return to Alex’s room, I didn’t want to chance waking her.
The day started off as one of my worst but ended with something wonderful I’d never forget. Alex had given me a gift tonight, and I planned on repaying her for it.
After getting Molly to bed, I tried to practice some of the tricks my therapist gave me to help with sleep. When the girls were left on my parents’ doorstep, my anxiety constantly kept me awake at night. She offered multiple tools to see if they would help ease my mind. A few worked on occasion, but tonight was the exception. My mind kept darting back to Alex. The relief of hearing her voice on the phone this morning, the thrill of sharing the house plans, the seduction of our dance in the kitchen, and the lust I felt as she touched herself for me.
I was falling for this woman with each second that passed. And I needed to remind myself what happened with Sasha. Alex and I needed to keep whatever we had going on strictly to the bedroom. I was sure she’d understand I wasn’t in the market for a relationship. Not now, not ever.
At some point during my mental talking to, I must’ve finally dozed off. The sound of my door clicking shut broke me from my slumber, and I jolted awake.
It wasn’t uncommon for one of the twins to come into my room if they had a nightmare, but that was back in California. Since moving to Tennessee, there haven't been any incidents.
Searching for the lamp on the nightstand, I almost knocked it over in my haste to turn it on. My eyebrows climbed to new heights when I noticed it was Alex who entered my room.
“Alexandra, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?” I was ready to launch off the bed and wrap her in my arms, but she quickly told me to stay put.
“I want to finish what I started earlier. I want my turn.”
It took my foggy brain a moment to realize what she was referring to, and my cock immediately jumped in my boxers.
“Lie back,” she directed as she walked toward me. She’d covered up her body with a pair of flimsy shorts and a white tank with incredibly small straps I was pretty confident I could break with a single tug.
As she stepped into the light, my eyes flickered to her chest. Two bumps poked through the material. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her nipples again.
“Do you think you can keep your hands to yourself?”
Tucking my hands behind my head, I nodded.
“Good. I’m pretty sure I remember what you liked last time.”
Ah, fuck. She’d had her mouth on my cock before? It was a travesty I couldn’t remember. My memory was a fucking disappointment.
Her small hands pulled down the top of the sheets and yanked them over to the opposite side of the bed. Before my daughters lived with me, I slept nude. But I made sure to cover up now in case there were any surprise visits.
Alex quickly made work of removing my boxers with a small assist from me lifting my hips. My cock throbbed with joy at her greedy smile. I was fucking thankful she didn’t request that I turn off the light. I didn’t want to miss a second of witnessing her lips around my dick.
Tentatively, she reached out and stroked a finger across the head. I shivered at the contact. I knew there was a wildness within Alex. I’d witnessed it just a few hours prior, but the innocent act completely entranced my body.
“If I remember correctly, you liked when I just barely touched you.”
“Yep.”
“And you really liked when I stroked the underside of your cock with my fingertips.” She gave an example of the movement, and my hips jerked.
I held in my growl as I replied, “Yes.”
