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CHAPTER 5
Alexsei
I love sleeping in Cam's bed.
I tell myself it's because he's kind of a diva and has enough money to buy a really amazing mattress and sheets.
The truth is, I have enough money to buy the same mattress and sheets, and I still don't sleep as well in my bed as I do in his, though.
So I like these sleepovers we have every once in a while.
Of course, it might also have to do with the fact that when I'm in his bed, there's always a woman in my arms. A soft, warm, sweet-smelling woman. There’s just nothing like them.
The truth is, I don’t really like sleeping alone. I love skin-on-skin contact, cuddling, or even just knowing someone is near me. I don’t really like being alone at all. I’m a people person.
I roll over, feeling twinges in my body that are not from hockey. Some of those twinges came from someone who is not soft or sweet-smelling like a woman, and I have to admit, I like those touches just as much.
And Cam does smell pretty good, actually…at least compared to hockey players.
We don’t really talk much about what happens in the bedroom between us. After the first time we did, and we both agreed we wouldn’t be mad if it happened again, but that it wouldn’t affect our friendship or be anything serious. It’s about sex and what feels good in the moment. It's all about getting caught up in what we're doing. The woman gets us going, and it’s a natural progression that adds to everyone having a great fucking time.
It's lust. Everyone's a consenting adult. There's no reason to think it’s anything other than that, and Cam agreed with me way back when. Then when we dated Sara, we did talk about that it works because we trust each other and that we could share a woman without jealousy or it getting messy.
But last night… damn. That was fucking unreal.
I blink up into the darkness. Why am I awake? I played a hard hockey game and then had hard, hot sex. I should be sleeping like the dead.
And then I hear it. The shuffling of bare feet on Cam’s bedroom floor.
Someone’s up, and leaving the room. And it isn’t Cam. I can hear his slow, steady breathing on the other side of the bed.
That means it's Luna.
And she’s sneaking out.
I don’t fucking think so.
I wait until she leaves the bedroom to slip out of bed and follow her so we don’t wake Cam.
"You gotta give me another chance at a five-star."
Luna whirls around, her hand going to her chest. "You scared me!"
"Not used to men coming up behind you at four a.m.?" I prop a shoulder against the wall, crossing my arms, and watch as she tries to pull her second boot on without falling over.
“Not really,” she says.
"Satisfaction guaranteed,” I say. “If that wasn’t five-stars, I’m willing to keep trying until it is."
She straightens, boot on, and runs a hand through her hair. It cascades around her face, the pale strands falling just past her chin and catching the moonlight from the windows, almost glowing like a damned halo.
She’s so fucking beautiful, I ache when I look at her. And now that I've had a taste of her, I'm not getting over this crush.
She's got a mouth like heaven, a pussy that makes me willing to sin in any way necessary to have it again, and I’d do anything to have more of her smiles, her moans, the way she touches me, clings to me as she comes…
Yeah, I can't let this woman walk out the door. I am not done with her yet.
She laughs lightly. “You damned hockey players are so competitive. Always need to be the best at everything.”
