Lexi, Baby

by Lynda LeeAnne

  I scanned down and noticed his shirt was also unbuttoned at the neck exposing his smooth throat, a smidgen of hair, and a hint of hard chest.

  Drool!

  “Is there any way I could talk you into having dinner with me, Lex?”

  Crap, crap, crap! He caught me checking out his chest! Well, what woman in their right mind wouldn’t ogle him? Or man for that matter!

  “Ummm…” I couldn’t even think straight. I’ve been hit on plenty of times before, but for some reason his yumminess had me tongue tied. At least my embarrassment earned me a smile. A smile, I might add, that included perfectly straight white teeth.

  Sweet baby Jesus, he had a dimple! Only one. Right cheek. Deep. I wanted to lick it. I wanted to lick him! Oh my goodness, what is wrong with me?

  “Look, it’s just dinner. If you’re not interested afterward, then I’ll think about letting you walk away.”

  Hold up! Stop the traffic! Say what now? He’ll think… Did I just hear that right?

  That sounded so much like something Landyn would say that I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. That was the last thing I needed in my life right now; another Landyn! Not that it really mattered. It wasn’t like I had a spare heart to crush. The original one was left in microscopic pieces in the upstairs hallway of John Sanders’s house. But still!

  I got my shit together real quick and narrowed my eyes at him, angrier than I probably should be. “Excuse me? You’ll think about letting me go? That’s your pickup line? Well, let me tell you something jackass, I don’t care how sexy your chest is or how much I want to lick your dimple. I’m a single mother.”

  I watched his smile fade away and knew I’d have him running like a little girl, but abruptly, his eyes dropped to my waist. As soon as I saw it I gasped and snapped my fingers in his face. “Eyes up buddy! I work out, not that it’s any of your business.” I refused to add the “on occasion” that would actually make that statement true.

  He quickly looked back up. “I have a baby; a daughter. I work full-time and go to school, and any extra time I have is devoted to the little person in my life. The last thing I need is some asshole telling me that ’he’ll think about letting me go’ if I’m not happy after our date, so fuck off!” Yes, I made air quotes to his face.

  I turned and stormed down to a customer at the opposite end of the bar.

  What a jerk!

  About an hour after our little confrontation, I was opening a beer bottle for a couple of newbies when one of them grabbed my hand and asked, “What’s your name, baby?”

  You have got to be kidding me!

  “Don’t have a name, baby.” I tried to pull my arm away, but his grip tightened enough to hurt.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I shrieked at him, when out of the corner of my eye I saw Mr. Lickable Dimple Jackass coming my way. Fan-freakin’-tastic! Was there a sign outside that said this was “All Fools Fuck With Lex Day?!”

  I just can’t win!

  Mr. Lickable Dimple leaned against the bar next to grabby guy and his expression was filled with anger. That was a total turn on. “Is there a reason your hands are on my wife?” he hissed through his teeth. I was completely stunned.

  Grabby guy let go of my hand with a mumbled, “Sorry, man.” His words were slurred. My new husband said, “Don’t let it happen again.” Then he threw some bills on the bar and looked at me with a “this is all your fault” expression, and said, “Call a cab, these two shouldn’t drive.”

  Then he turned and walked back to his table. I stared after him. A few of his buddies were looking at me, but all I could see was him. I realized just then that he wasn’t another Landyn. No, Landyn would have beaten the guy bloody and made a huge scene. On top of that, the guy just saved me from being harassed, even after I practically ripped him a new one.

  Now I felt guilty and really wanted to cry.

  I turned to Hannah, my fellow bartender, and asked her to call the grabby guy and his friend a cab as I handed over the money. She looked me in the eye and said quietly, “Go on back Hon; I’ll cover you for a few.” Obviously she noticed how upset I was.

  I walked to the back thinking, why me? Somebody please tell me, what did I ever do to have such bad luck?

  When I finally calmed down and straightened myself up, I walked out, and totally on a whim, walked straight up to my new husband. Standing behind his back I tapped his shoulder and said, “Excuse me.” As I waited for his head to turn I quickly glanced at his friends. Of course all eyes were on me, story of my life, but they were all hunks!

  Wait until I tell Trish, she’s going to freak!

  As soon as I felt Ryan’s eyes on me I looked back at him.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt, but since we’re married now, I suppose you aren’t really required to ask if you can take me to dinner. Just tell me when and where. And you’re picking me up because technically I’m not from around here.”

  His response was just what I needed. “Ummmm…”

  I’d shocked him alright. SCORE! I wanted to throw up my arms like when my favorite football team kicked a field goal. I know my grin gave away just how extremely happy that made me, because I heard his friends chuckle in the background.

  I didn’t let him mumble anything else. I pulled out a pen from my pocket and leaned over him to snatch up his napkin. I wrote down my number along with the following message:

  “I’m sorry! Still interested-call. If Not-thank you! Lex.”

  Then I sauntered away, went back to work and avoided his eyes the rest of the night.

  He called alright. Things between Ryan and me were great after our first, not so great introduction.

  On our first date, Ryan was an extreme gentleman and completely attentive. He was more than understanding when I asked him to wait outside because Layla was home. I wouldn’t let them meet yet.

  When I saw him, I couldn’t contain my smile. He was wearing one of his famous buttoned-down shirts. This one was turquoise and really made his blue eyes pop. He was so hot. He brought me a dozen beautiful pink roses and even held my hand throughout the majority of our date. He also complimented me every chance he got.

  Our conversations were easy and I learned he was nicer, and more sophisticated than I expected. However, I was a little shocked at just how polite he was. I think he had a hard time dropping the businessman act, but nevertheless, it was a fantastic date that led to a second date… then a third… then a fourth, and on and on.

  He was five years older than me, extremely sexy inside and out, at least the parts I could see, and could be funny as hell. He was an accountant working his way up the ladder to make partner.

  I explained how hard it was trying to earn my business degree while raising a toddler and how I couldn’t take as many classes as I would like to.

  He told me he was an avid runner, which of course I already guessed.

  After about four dates, and to my own surprise, I explained to him how I’d been hurt by Landyn; all of it. I also explained my decision regarding keeping Layla secret. I wanted him to understand why I needed things to move slowly. I was honest with him because I had no reason not to be.

  I had trust issues and I wanted him to know why. I was cautious in all aspects of my life, and I wanted him to understand that. My life also revolved around Layla, and that, he truly needed to comprehend.

  If he had a problem with any of those things, then he could hit the road. I’d even give him gas money. Oh yeah, and if Trish didn’t like him, he might just disappear off the face of the planet so he should go ahead and warn his parents now if he doesn’t show up for Thanksgiving dinner. I told him this.

  But it all worked out. He accepted all things me. Ryan and I got along wonderfully and my feelings for him started to grow much faster than I would have liked. I’m pretty sure he had the same feelings for me too. He was so sweet and all of his actions seemed genuine. His friends liked me and we innocently flirted all the time. Ryan was a good sport about it; he rarely

got jealous. Trish loved him, a good thing for him. They were both smarty-pants so all conversation between them was a breeze. Deep down I knew she was just being overly nice in order to get herself introduced to his friends.

  The hardest decision for me to make about this relationship was: Have sex with Ryan before he meets my baby girl, or after? Layla was now just two years old. She wouldn’t remember meeting a man only a few times, but if Ryan stuck around, which I expected him to, and then left Layla would be hurt. I did not want my princess to get hurt if it was in my power to prevent it.

  But Ryan hadn’t even made a move other than to kiss me. They were great kisses though. They left me panting. His excuse was always “I don’t want to screw up our relationship by rushing you into something you’re not ready for.”

  Fine!

  About three months into dating… yes, three! Actually, three months, two days and eighteen hours. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I’d only been with one other guy and I was craving that connection to a man; my body craved it. This damn man was irresistible, too! Meeting Layla would just have to wait because I really needed to see what Ryan was hiding under those stupid buttoned-down shirts.

  It was a Friday. My parents were staying the weekend and offered to watch Layla for the night. This would be my first full night away from her and I was a little down about that. Ryan picked me up outside my apartment and we went to his townhouse for dinner and a movie. Well, that was Ryan’s plan. I had other ideas, I just couldn’t decide on the best way to seduce him.

  When we walked in the front door I asked, “Can we just order a pizza, Ry? I don’t really feel going out tonight.”

  “Of course,” he said. I started to walk away, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me to a stop “You’re forgetting something.” I glared at him. Ry had this ridiculous thing about always wanting me to be comfortable when he was around. “Sweetheart, take off your shoes and relax.”

  Sheesh! Relax? Why couldn’t the man read my mind? I just wanted to be naked and sweaty in his bed! Or on the couch! Or on the floor! I didn’t care where!

  I sighed.

  We walked to the kitchen where Ryan called in the order. I leaned against the counter staring down at DVDs pretending to look like I was deciding which to watch first. What a big faker I was of course. I quickly glanced at Ryan wearing his slacks and buttoned-down shirt walking around barefoot. A damn sexy sight if you asked me.

  But I don’t share, so nobody better ask.

  I was so lost in thoughts of Ryan tying me up that I didn’t even realize he had moved behind me until I felt is breath at my neck and his hands on my hips. About damn time!

  When I tilted my head to look at him, his mouth hit down on mine. He wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted the hem of my shirt to graze his fingers across my stomach. His other hand went to my face where he softly caressed my cheek with his thumb. I moaned in his mouth. I needed this! I deepened the kiss and reached up to grab the back of his head to pull him tighter to me, but that wasn’t enough. I needed so much more.

  I tore myself away from the kiss to turn in his arms. When I lifted back up, he stopped me. He placed his forehead to mine still breathing hard and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry Lex. I just want you so much. I… I got out of hand,” he whispered.

  Was he nuts? What was he sorry for? I quickly started unbuttoning his shirt with shaky hands. He lifted his head and grabbed my wrists to stop me.

  He was nuts!

  “You don’t have to do this Lex. I don’t want you to regret anything.” I leaned away from him slightly. “Ryan, let go of me and take off my shirt before I body slam you to the floor and rape you.”

  He smiled at me, but he didn’t let go right away. As soon as I gave my arm a little jerk he let me go and whipped my shirt over my head. He looked down at me; at all of me. He unhooked my bra and slid it off slowly, caressing my skin as it went. I really started to become self-conscious. I hadn’t really changed much after having Layla, but I did have a couple stretch marks that were slightly visible, and my hips were wider, but I did work out…occasionally. I’d wanted this so bad and for so long, that I completely forgot about him seeing me in my birthday suit.

  “I have never seen anything as beautiful in my life, Lex,” he whispered and bent down to devour my mouth while his hands caressed my breasts; thumbs grazing my nipples.

  Okay then. Let’s do the damn thing.

  What seemed like a millennium later, I finally finished unbuttoning the shirt that he had to pull off because of the pesky little buttons around the wrist. The shirt was like a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle of the desert! Who in the heck made it and why?

  I pulled back to explore his chest, but stopped dead. I whipped my head up to look him in the eyes. “You’d make partner so much faster if you walked around without a shirt.”

  Ryan laughed out loud at my comment. “Lex, considering most of the partners are men; I’m not sure how much they’d appreciate that.”

  He thought I was joking, but I was completely serious. “You’re right, they wouldn’t appreciate your chest, they’d worship it.”

  His laugh turned into a grin and as soon as I saw his dimple I remembered. I can’t believe I almost forgot! I leaned in and started out eye level with slow licks and kisses to his chest. I worked up his neck taking small bites here and there. He fueled the fire every time he groaned. It sounded so sexy in his velvety voice.

  I gave his chin a nip with my teeth then pulled back, lifted on my tippy toes and placed both hands on his shoulders. “Look at me Ryan,” I whispered against his lips.

  “God, I love the sound of your voice,” he replied.

  “Thank you, I love yours too, but I really need you to look at me.” I placed a light kiss to his lips. I didn’t say anything for a while as I stared into his baby blue eyes.

  Finally, he smiled and I smiled back. “Don’t stop smiling until I say so.” I quickly moved in and started placing kisses and nips to his chin, his jaw and finally to his dimple. I rubbed it with my thumb. “This is so damn sexy,” I whispered. When he groaned again, I went back to work.

  I knew when Ryan decided I’d had enough fun. He ran his hands down my ass to lift me off my feet and I barely had time to tighten my hold and wrap my legs around his waist before he started for the bedroom.

  We were consuming each other’s mouths when I unwrapped one arm and slid it down his chest, his abs and reached inside his pants. As soon as I touched him where he wanted it most he made a sharp turn and slammed my back against the wall. It hurt, but I couldn’t care less. I needed more this very instant.

  He let go of my bottom and I dropped my legs to the ground. I started to unbutton his pants while he fumbled with mine. “I need these off,” he said impatiently, but alas, I finished first and dropped to my knees in front of him taking his pants and briefs down with me.

  Da-yum!

  He was amazing all over. I grabbed his erection and started to massage the silky head. I looked up and saw that his eyes were glued to my every movement. I placed a quick lick to the tip. He looked like he was in a trance and I’d only just begun.

  He put a hand to the back of my head and ran his fingers lightly through my hair. I turned my head to the side and gave him a longer, slower lick underneath, lips wrapped around him, from base to tip, gently kneading him at the same time.

  I was just about to take him full in my mouth when in a flash he moved out of reach and dropped to his knees.

  “What are you…?” He cut me off by pushing me to my ass and pulling my legs out from underneath me. I had to throw my arms back to catch myself. I glared at him.

  “This is our first time Lex and it’s going to be special for you.” Oh. My. God! I was going to orgasm and I haven’t even gotten out of my jeans yet.

  Why didn’t I wear a dress? Stupid, Stupid Lex!

  “Hurry Ryan!”

  “We’re taking this slow Lex.”

  “Look, I’ve only been with one other guy and I need you inside me so bad my whole body burns!” I went to zip down my jeans, but he swatted at my hands away harshly. I jolted when he grabbed the waistline, jerked and ripped the zipper open. He yanked them, along with my panties, off my legs and threw them aside.

  A little too rough, but finally!

  He grabbed my legs, spread them wide and wrapped his arms under my thighs to slide me closer.

  When he bent and took my nipple in his mouth I lifted my hips and felt the tip of his erection graze where I longed for it. He felt it too so he continued to rub against me. It was sweet torture.

  “Please,” I whispered, begging him. He pulled back slightly and pressed the front of his thighs against the back of mine; lifting my legs higher. Staring into my eyes, he reached between us with his free hand and started rubbing me where it burned.

  “I want you,” he said roughly against my lips. When I moaned, he entered me with a finger.

  “Oh, God,” I whispered. “Yes.” His finger continued stroking in and out while I rubbed myself against his palm. “It feels so good Ryan,” my voice husky, our lips still grazing.

  I was close. I licked my lips and looked in his eyes, “Please don’t stop, Ry.” This so needed to happen right now.

  “Come for me, Lex.” I whimpered and dug my nails in his back. He groaned and pressed his hand harder against me. The man knew what he was doing! This was happening! I was right there… almost… almost… so close… I could feel it…

  Then the doorbell rang.

  My eyes flew open. Ryan looked at me, but he didn’t say a word or stop working his hand. “Keep going,” I demanded just as pounding started on the front door. It was my turn to groan. “Keep going,” I repeated, frustrated.

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