Sweet Alibi

by Adriane Leigh

  I rested a hand on her lower back. “You sure everything's okay?” I dipped my head to catch her eyes with mine.

  “Mhmm,” she hummed without meeting my eyes. I heaved a sigh and grabbed both of our bags before escorting her into the house.

  * * *

  The next morning, Georgia’s alarm went off much earlier than any sane person should ever get up and she hauled my ass out of bed to start the turkey. We were sharing a bed at my dad’s house, but that’s all we were doing. My dad had told embarrassing stories the night before—he was always chatty when company was over; too chatty for my liking. He regaled Georgia with stories of when I was eight and fell out of a tree and had to get my arm casted. And when I goosed the babysitter when I was eleven and was forced to apologize. She’d laughed hysterically at that and I’d only shrugged. The sexual prowess that had rolled off me from a young age couldn’t be contained. She’d socked me in the shoulder for that one and before she could lean away, I’d pressed her lips to mine in a kiss. She froze and then shoved me away with an indulgent smile.

  So here I was at four in the morning, basting a turkey while Georgia fluttered around me. How could she be so fucking awake at this hour? I was dragging ass all over the place. Finally, she leaned down and slid the bird into the oven. On her way back up, I wrapped my arms around her waist and skimmed my nose along the line of her neck.

  “Back to bed,” I murmured.

  “We have to be up in a few hours to baste again.” She wrapped her arms around my own, which were locked at her waist.

  “I just want you to myself today.”

  “Can’t leave people hungry on Thanksgiving.” I heard the smile in her voice.

  “I won’t go hungry.” I thrust my hips into her ass and nipped at the flesh of her neck.

  “You are relentless,” she murmured as she turned in my arms and pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her and ran my hands up her back, pressing her body into mine, feeling every curve and dip.

  “I wish you were naked right now,” I murmured against her lips.

  “You're a hornball,” she mumbled between kisses.

  “Your fault for making me wait. It’s torture not being inside you,” I muttered.

  I heard her breath hitch at my words. “You wouldn’t in your dad’s kitchen.”

  “I definitely would in my dad’s kitchen.” I eased her back against the counter and captured her lips with mine. She wove her fingers in my hair as our tongues tangled together.

  “Bedroom.” She finally pulled away. I lifted her into my arms and she wrapped her legs around my hips without a word. I carried her down the hall and laid her out on the bed beneath me before pressing her lips to my own and thrusting my hips against hers. So fucking soft and smooth, her scent surrounding me, her hair fanned out on the white sheets—I wanted her so fucking bad, I couldn’t see straight.

  “Can I have a minute?” She pulled away.

  “Okay.” I watched her as she gave me one last peck and crawled out from beneath me. She trotted to the bathroom and I lay back on the bed to wait for her. I was so keyed up, my bloodstream hummed with need for her. I didn’t know how much longer I could take things slow. I was just hoping she would break soon because if she didn’t, I would. There was only so much a man could take, and I knew what it felt like to be buried inside her.

  I fucking needed it.

  I needed her.

  I groaned and tossed my arm over my eyes as I waited. If she didn’t hurry up, I would need to take things into my own hands, which probably wouldn’t be a bad idea, considering I would probably be a two-pump chump when I finally was deep inside her again. I settled back into the pillow and waited.

  * * *

  “You should have woken me up.” I smacked her on the ass as she was setting the table later that day. Dad was plopped in front of the TV watching football, and Georgia and I were getting together the last few things for dinner.

  “You looked so peaceful, and I figured if you’d fallen asleep . . .” she murmured and pecked me on the lips chastely. I groaned. I’d fallen a-fucking-sleep waiting for her to come out of the bathroom in the wee hours of the morning after she’d woken me up to baste the turkey and given me a raging hard-on.

  “Baby, next time . . . Wake. Me. Up.” I glared at her. She only giggled before spinning around and grabbing a few more dishes to set at the table. The doorbell rang and I shot a look to my dad from the kitchen. His eyes still were trained on the game; apparently, he hadn’t heard or he was ignoring it.

  “Expecting company?” I said as I sauntered by him toward the door.

  “Nope,” he answered. I opened the door and a female barreled into my arms and wrapped herself around me, head to toe.

  "Sasha,” I muttered as I breathed in her familiar scent. Lavender. Her mom grew lavender and always had it hanging in the house.

  Sasha and I had grown up together; she’d moved in next door when I was a kid and we’d been inseparable. Her mom sort of took my dad and me under her wing. Sasha’s dad had left her, and her sister and mom, when she was little. I think her mom secretly had a crush on my dad, the way she doted over him and made his favorite meals, but he seemed blind to any attention she'd paid to him.

  “How are you?” she squealed and pulled away, her hands resting on my shoulders.

  “I’m great.” A wide smile spread across my face. “It’s good to see you. Been a long time.”

  “I saw your Jeep in the driveway and had to pop over to say hi. Am I interrupting?” She ducked her head around me. “Hey, Mr. Howell.”

  “Sasha! Come in. Tristan, invite her in for Christ’s sake.” He ambled over and shoved me aside before wrapping her in his arms. “Where’s your mom?” He glanced over her shoulder. Maybe hadn’t been so unaware of her attention after all.

  “Her and my stepdad went on a cruise, so it’s just me.”

  My dad’s face fell a little. “Right. Join us for dinner then. It’s just about done.”

  “No, it’s all right. I just wanted to say hi.” Her eyes searched out mine again. She looked great. Bronze skin and dark, nearly black hair that lent her face an exotic look.

  “No, join us; we have plenty of food.”

  “You sure? I’ve been in Korea, teaching for the last year. I missed every holiday, and then Mom and Bob went away . . .” she trailed off.

  “We’d love to have you.” Dad slung an arm over her shoulder and pulled her into the house. The three of us walked into the dining room to find Georgia just setting the turkey down at the table.

  “Hi.” Georgia's eyes flickered with confusion. Fuck, was this going to be complicated?

  “I’m Sasha. Tristan and I grew up together.” She knocked me in the shoulder with a playful smile.

  “I’m Georgia. Tristan’s . . . friend.” Georgia averted her eyes from mine. Fuck, I should have introduced them. I could feel the tension racketing around the room, Georgia’s unanswered questions clear in her eyes.

  “Georgia is my neighbor in North Carolina.” Jesus, I think I’d just inserted my foot in my mouth. She was more than my neighbor. But what were we? Georgia had left that purposefully undefined.

  A tight smile lit Georgia’s lips. “Dinner's ready. Sit.” She nodded as my dad and Sasha took a seat at the round table. I worried my bottom lip between my teeth. Georgia caught my eyes for an instant before turning and heading back into the kitchen. I followed her.

  “Need any help?” I snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her hip-to-hip with me.

  “No, just grabbing gravy,” she murmured before ducking out of my grip. I narrowed my eyes. Fuck, she had no reason to be like this. But I knew how women get. Two beautiful women in a room was always a potentially awkward situation.

  When I wanted in the pants of one of those women and the other had embraced me in an intimate hug, it was just asking for trouble.

  I sighed and followed Georgia back into the dining room. She settled herself in the chair next to my dad, which le
ft me the chair between her and Sasha.

  Complicated.

  “Sasha seems nice,” Georgia murmured as she readied herself for bed later that night. She pulled her jeans down her legs before slipping sleep shorts up the smooth flesh an instant later. But not so fast that I didn’t catch a glimpse of the lacy black fabric of her panties. I watched from my bed, arms cocked behind my head, enjoying the view.

  “Mhmm,” I murmured, my eyes taking her in with a small smile on my face.

  “Have you ever fucked her?”

  My eyes bulged and I choked on a swallow. “What the fuck?” I narrowed my eyes at her. She’d taken me completely by surprise. Of course it would cross her mind, and Sasha had been a little touchy feely at dinner, but that’s how she always was with everyone.

  “You heard me.” She tugged her blouse over her head and my dick twitched when she stood before me in a matching lace plunge bra. Usually, she turned around when she changed, but tonight she stood in front of me, unashamed and sexy as hell. But I could see the anger rolling off her. She was pissed. And it made her all the hotter.

  “No,” I answered as I stared at her tits.

  “Really?” Her head shot up in surprise.

  “Don’t act so surprised.”

  “She’s beautiful, and since you’re a manwhore—”

  “Was,” I corrected her.

  “Was a manwhore . . .” she trailed off as her cheeks pinked up with embarrassment.

  “Don’t be embarrassed.” I crawled to the edge of the bed and wrapped her face in my hands, thumbs caressing her cheekbones. “I’m glad you asked. It was a legitimate question.”

  “She had her hands all over you.” She pouted.

  “She’s a tactile person.” I shrugged.

  “I hated every minute,” she whispered and pressed her body closer to mine.

  “You know what I hate?”

  “Hmm?” she hummed as she worked her lips against mine.

  “Every fucking minute I have to wait before being inside you again.”

  She gasped before crawling up into my lap, her legs wrapped around me, her center radiating heat through the fabric of my jeans. So fucking hot.

  “I can’t stand not being inside you,” I repeated between kisses. She moaned in response and I flipped her over on my bed, situated her beneath me, and ran my denim-covered dick between her legs.

  “Nothing's stopping you,” she murmured against my lips. My dick hardened further.

  “Don’t say that,” I groaned while my hips rocked into hers of their own will.

  “Why?” she breathed, her sweet breath tickling my neck.

  I fisted my hands in her hair, tugging a little too hard, but I think she liked it because her body arched up into mine in the most delicious and tantalizing fucking way as a soft groan swept past her lips. I did it again and she repeated the action.

  “I can’t say no.” I slid a bra strap down her arm and kissed the sweet flesh that was exposed.

  “I don’t want you to.”

  “Fuck, Georgia.” I rocked harder into her, trying desperately to relieve the pressure of my aching cock against her hot core.

  “I’m sick of waiting. Fuck me.” She moaned and it was all done for me. I slid an arm around her body and released the clasp of her bra in a quick flick. She popped the button on my jeans before I lifted off her and pulled my shirt over my head with one hand. I crashed back into her and sucked in a quick breath when our bodies made hot contact again. I kissed her possessively as I pulled the bra from her arms. I dipped my head and took one puckered nipple into my mouth and sucked, laving my tongue along the peak, taking in her taste, drawing the flesh out further. She moaned and fisted her fingers in my hair, pulling and murmuring my name in my ear. It was like angels singing. The words I’d fucking dreamed about for months now.

  “I finally got you in a bed,” I teased, thinking back to all the other times we’d been together—on the beach, in the ocean, in the outdoor shower. I’d slept with her wrapped in my arms, but I’d never taken her in a bed.

  I slid a palm down her torso. I wanted to draw this out; I wanted to fuck her as hard as I’d ever fucked anyone, but I also wanted to please her, show her pleasure she’d never felt before. I wanted to tantalize her before taking her and claiming her. My fingertips reached the end of her lace underwear and I tugged them slowly down her hips. Her hands tugged at my boxer briefs and my cock sprang from the fabric.

  “Fuck please,” she whimpered.

  “Please what, baby?” I ordered as I kneaded her breast in my palm and sucked her nipple. Her breathing came out in sharp pants. I knew I was being rough, but I couldn’t restrain myself. I’d waited so goddamn long for her.

  “Make me yours.” She took my dick in her hand and angled it against her soaking wet flesh. My breath ratcheted up as she slid the head of my cock between her lips, up to the hardened bud and back down again.

  “You were always mine.” I ground my teeth as I arched my dick up the sensitive flesh, making sure to spend extra time at her clit. The magic spot that had her draw in a sharp breath and bite her bottom lip on a moan. “This summer,” I said through gritted teeth, “you were mine.” I ran up her length. “When you were with him, you were mine.” I teased my head at her entrance.

  “Yes,” she moaned and fisted her hands in her hair. I was driving her insane, turning her into a ball of hot need beneath me.

  “Every fucking minute we were apart, you were mine,” I groaned and slid up her length one last time before sinking into her body. Shivers overtook me as I relished our connection. I pumped in and out of her slowly, letting her adjust to me as she moaned and arched seductively. “You’ll always be mine, Georgia.”

  “God, yes. Always. Always yours, Tristan. Don’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop.” she panted as I sped up and slammed into her.

  “Never.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to mark her, make our coupling unforgettable. Have her so strung out on me that she'd never leave me again because I couldn't survive without her. I slammed into her sweet body, our pelvic bones grinding, the sound of wet flesh and her soft moans echoing around the room. Her back arched, bringing her nipples to my lips. I sucked one into my mouth and tasted her. I twirled the elongated peak with my tongue as her body took me in. With one hand positioning me above her, one digging into the flesh of her hipbone, I dragged my teeth across her nipple as I released it and then sucked in the flesh high on her breast. Sucked and nipped, leaving an impression on her. I needed to have a piece of me on her, needed her to walk around with my mark on her body, and mostly, I needed her to see the reminder that I’d been here; that I’d been the one to give her pleasure like this, every morning that she looked in the mirror.

  She groaned when I released her soft flesh from my mouth as her nails dug into my back. She pulled and dragged her nails across my taut muscles as I pumped into her beautiful body. I sat back on my thighs and pulled her along with me, our bodies connected as I thrust up into her. Her legs straddling mine, she sat on my thighs and wrapped her arms around me, our skin connecting from hip to chest.

  She moaned and arched and pulled at my hair. She was so fucking wild, so uninhibited, not the sweet girl I’d been with this summer. She was a fucking animal for me as she arched her back and took all the pleasure I was giving her and I realized then that she was staking her claim as much as I was staking mine. Having Sasha here earlier had bothered her. I'd seen the spark of jealousy in her eyes when she'd thought I wasn't looking, and that's why she'd begged me to fuck her tonight. She needed me to show her I wanted her and only her. That I was hers. I never thought a woman getting possessive over me would be so hot, but fuck if it didn't drive me more insane for her.

  I glanced down at my cock pumping in and out of her sweet body. Fucking heaven. The only place I ever wanted to be. My life would be complete if I could wake up to her beautiful smile every morning and sink myself inside her beautiful body every night.

  “God,” she
stuttered as I felt her hot pussy clenching around my dick. I powered into her. Her moans grew erratic as she rode me. She whipped her head up and grabbed both of my shoulders. Her hair landed in a curtain around her face as she sank her teeth into my shoulder.

  “Fuck, Georgia,” I roared as she exploded in waves, milking my cock and making me come the hardest I could ever remembering. This fucking girl had me.

  “You own me,” I panted as my hips slowed their thrusting and I emptied into her. She draped her body over mine, limp like a wet rag, her breasts crushed into my chest, her body heaving and slick with sweat. I lay back on the bed as I slid out of her and held her near me. She threw an arm over her head and sighed deeply. I dipped my head into the crook of her neck and nipped at the salty flesh.

  “You fucking own me,” I murmured again.

  “You own me, too. Completely,” she breathed.

  “Good. Now that this body is mine, I want it; whenever and wherever.” A devilish grin turned my lips. “I’m not keeping my hands off you anymore.” My inner caveman reared his alpha head. I traced a fingertip around her breast and circled in, closer to the nipple, watching it pucker. I slid the pad of my thumb across the bruise I’d left on her flesh.

  “You left your mark on me.” She grinned cheekily.

  “Fuck, yeah, I did.” I smirked up at her.

  “I’d probably be pissed, but I think I left my mark too.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she traced the spot I assumed was bruising up on my shoulder.

  “Good. So it’s clear to everyone we own each other. No misunderstandings,” I murmured as I teased her nipple.

  “Caveman.”

  “From manwhore to caveman—you bring it out in me, baby.” I kissed her pretty pink nipple before laying my head back on the pillow and drifting off into a contented sleep.