Page 32 of Diamonds (Aces Underground #2)

Laurie was super chill when we got there. She introduced us to her husband, Jonathan, and took us up the stairs of her home to her guest room. She and Alissa chatted a little. We’re not too far from Alissa’s alma mater, Northwestern, so that was an easy conversation starter.

They’re getting along well, considering the awkward circumstances. It definitely helps that Laurie is married.

We finally say good night to Laurie and Jonathan and close the door to the guest room.

“I guess we’ll have to sleep in our underwear tonight,” Alissa says.

“Yeah. Figured it would be too much to ask Laurie to borrow a pair of pajamas.”

“I’d swim in anything she wears anyway,” Alissa says. “She has fantastic boobs. Much bigger than mine.”

I widen my eyes. “You were looking?”

She smirks. “Hard not to. Though it was valiant of you to maintain eye contact with her at all times.”

I wrap my arms around her. “I only have eyes for you.”

She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me. “Thank you.” She slips her arms out of her pink gown and turns around. “Can you unzip me?”

“Of course.”

She pulls the dress down the rest of the way and steps out of it. She eyes the closet in the corner. “Can you see if Laurie has a spare hanger in the closet? I don’t want this to wrinkle.”

“Sure.” I hate to rip my eyes off Alissa in her underwear, but I’m nothing if not accommodating. I open the closet door, grab a wire hanger, and hand it to Alissa.

She looks back at me. “In the meantime, you should be getting undressed, too.”

I exhale sharply. “Of course.”

I take off my jacket first, lay it flat on the bed.

Then I remove my pants, folding them along the pleats and hanging them over another hanger from Laurie’s closet.

I remove my cufflinks and studs, my bow tie, and place them on the nightstand where I won’t forget them in the morning. I hang my shirt on a third hanger.

Alissa raises an eyebrow. “You’re not wearing an undershirt.”

I shrug. “I never do. It adds unnecessary bulk.” I yawn. “Let’s get some sleep.”

She runs her fingers up and down my bicep. “Who said anything about sleeping?”

I drop my jaw. “You’re kidding. There’s no way you’re in the mood after what we’ve been through tonight.”

She wraps her arms around me. “It’s precisely because of tonight that I’m in the mood. I want to be with you, Maddox. I want you to protect me, yes, but I also want you to love me. We saw death tonight. I want to remember that we’re alive.”

Her words make my dick hard.

But here? In my ex-girlfriend’s guest room?

Right after watching a man bleed out?

Aren’t there rules against that?

Then again… Rules were made to be broken.

I brush a finger over her cheek. “I love you, Alissa.”

“And I love you, Maddox.”

I crush my mouth to hers.

The kiss is warm, full of love. It’s not as rough as it’s been in the past, not nearly as much tongue and teeth. That’s not what Alissa needs right now. She needs to feel loved, comforted.

And there’s nothing more comforting than pressing her nearly naked body to mine.

We hold each other as we continue to kiss.

And then Alissa is pulling at the waistband of my boxer briefs. She slips a hand under, squeezes my ass for a second. Then she navigates back to the front and grabs my rock-hard cock.

“Fuck, Alissa,” I whisper.

She jerks me off a bit with one hand while working my underwear off me with the other. Pretty soon I’m completely naked.

She sits on the edge of the bed, still jerking me. Another few strokes and she replaces her hand with her soft mouth.

My first instinct is to face-fuck her, but again, that’s not the vibe for tonight.

So I stand there, allow myself to feel every soft lick, every gentle brush of her lips as she continues to suck me.

It feels fucking glorious.

I run my hands through her beautiful blond hair as she sucks, sucks, sucks…

Pretty soon, I’m ready. So ready.

“On the bed,” I tell her.

She lies down on her back.

I slide on top of her, take in her beauty.

Laurie is a great beauty. And it’s true, her boobs are a little bigger than Alissa’s.

But Alissa is perfect exactly as she is. I wouldn’t add or take away a single thing. Not a single freckle on her porcelain shoulders, not a single sparkle in her eyes. Nothing.

I kiss her again while I work the back of her bra.

I free her breasts and let them fall over her chest. I take her right nipple into my mouth, trailing my tongue over the areola before sucking on the hard bud.

Her breath hitches.

I trail my left hand down to her panties, reach under them, and glide a finger inside her.

She squeals, but I cover her mouth with my right hand.

“We’re in my ex’s house, remember?”

She nods, her gaze fiery.

I finger her while I suck at her perfect nipples, and soon she’s squirming and building up to a climax.

I let go of her nipples and take my mouth down south. I whip her panties down her legs and lick her pussy. First I tease the outside, and then I dive in face first.

She’s covering her own mouth now, but I can tell after a few minutes that I’m making her come.

Good.

“Maddox, please,” she whispers. “Get inside me. I want to feel you.”

I spread her legs, give my dick a few jerks, and then I’m inside her.

Again, I’m not pumping ferociously this time, but gliding in and out of her with gentle precision.

Somehow, it’s even hotter than the fucking we’ve experienced before, when we threw all caution to the wind.

This is making love.

And it’s so much fucking better.

I grit my teeth. “I’m getting close, baby.”

“Me too, my love. Me too…”

I close my eyes. Three more thrusts and I’m spilling into her. She’s arching her back and biting into a pillow.

I stay embedded in her for a minute, feeling her muscles spasm around me as she unwinds from the orgasm, before I pull out and lie next to her.

She brings me in for one more kiss.

“I love you, Maddox. No matter what happens, I want you to know that.”

“I love you too, Alissa. And I told you, nothing will happen to you as long as I’m around.”

And it won’t.

I’ll die for this woman if I have to.

I just wish I could do it more than once.