Anything but Minor (19 page)

“Alice?”

Her car wasn’t in the driveway when I got home, and I’d almost jumped in my Jeep to get to her place when I noticed my bedroom light on.

“In here,” she said as she called from my bedroom. My heart hammered as I threw my bag down and quickly made my way to her. I stopped at the door, expecting to see something over the top: candles, lingerie, and soft music playing. Instead, I burst out laughing.

Alice was laid out on my bed, her hair a soft mess splayed around her shoulders. Her hands caressed her bloated stomach, and she had empty snack pack wrappers all around her.

“I ate it all,” she groaned as I stared at the empty jar of Nutella. “And you’re late.”

I made my way across the room as she lifted to kneel on the bed. I quickly scanned her version of lingerie: boy shorts and a t-shirt that read “BIG BANG.”

“Cute,” I pointed to her shirt as I pulled her to me and ravaged her mouth. She fell quickly into rhythm with me and then pulled away. I was seconds away from being where I wanted to be most. “God, my stomach,” she moaned.

“Really?” I said as my dick twitched in disappointment.

“Give me an hour,” she said just as disheartened. “I got to Googling, and I just ate...a lot. I’m sorry.”

“I have something,” I said as I went to my bathroom and threw two antacids in a cup of water. I handed it to her, and she drank greedily. Suddenly, her hand was over her mouth as her eyes grew wide.

“Do it,” I said with a chuckle. Alice quickly turned her head and ran toward the bathroom, but I blocked her.

She dodged my hungry hands and dashed out of the room with a burp slipping out the size of one of Booger’s from that movie
Revenge of The Nerds
she’d made me watch with her. I laughed, following after her as she ranted. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my GOD!” She stood in the living room, her hand on her stomach, as I stood entertained in the corner. “Don’t look at me, Rafe!” Another loud burp and she clenched her thighs with hysterical laughter.

“Don’t you dare pee on my floor!”

“Leave this room!”

“This is my house,” I said with a chuckle.

Another burp had her shaking her head, her face beet red with embarrassment. “You knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it!”

“Feel better?”

She nodded as I approached her. “I’m so disgusting.”

“You’re fucking hilarious, and
I
find that sexy.”

She looked at me,
really
looked at me for the first time since I walked into the house, and smiled. I closed the gap between us. “I missed you,” she said with a hiccup, her brown eyes sincere.

“The feeling is mutual,” I whispered before I tugged her bottom lip in my mouth and sucked gently. She hiccupped again, and I stepped away.

“What were you Googling?”

She gave me wary eyes as she pulled away slightly. “Please don’t ever look at my browsing history. You wouldn’t understand,” she said with wide eyes. “It’s a sickness.”

I grabbed her hand and led her back to my bedroom and stared at the catastrophe on my bed. “Well, you’re a slob. Looks like I don’t have to feed you tonight.” She gathered the wrappers from my bed and threw them in the trash and then wiped my bed free of crumbs. I studied the Nutella jar and shook my head in disappointment. “Not even a teaspoon?”

“I, uh...” She hiccupped again. “I’ll make it up to you.” I pulled my shirt over my head with my fist as I saw her eyes rake my body, and then rid myself of my shoes and shorts. Her gaze drifted from between my thighs to meet my eyes.

“How?” I said with a quirked eyebrow. I saw her pause as her wheels turned. God, I loved that she was so sexually innocent and yet so damned eager to please me. In my head, all I heard were the words on repeat.

Be mine. Be mine. Be mine. Be mine. Be mine, Alice.

“Get into bed, Alice.”

Her eyes bulged. “Rafe, I really do feel sick.”

“Come here,” I said as I looked at the clock. We’d had a last minute meeting that ran long, and I had rushed home instead of texting her. She’d probably been waiting for hours in my room for me.

I pulled and tucked her into me as I turned off the bedside light. She sighed in my arms and ground her ass into my throbbing cock.

“Alice,” I hissed as she giggled.

“Sorry,” she said, amused.

“No, you aren’t. Go to sleep.”

“Did you know that a movie theater manager in Seoul Korea cut out all the songs from the Sound Of Music because he thought the movie was too long?”

Alice chuckled hysterically as I held her tighter to me and joined in.

“Tell me more,” I whispered as I moved her t-shirt and placed a slow kiss on her shoulder.

“Judy Garland received thirty-five dollars a week for her role in The Wizard of Oz, but Toto got one hundred and twenty-five a week.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“Right? And Ariel—” she yawned “—from the movie Little Mermaid was originally supposed to be a blonde.”

“Interesting.”

“Do you like blondes?” Her breathing picked up. “I mean, what’s your preference?”

“Alice.”

“No, I mean, really, what
is
your preference? I can handle it.”

“My preference is...Alice.”

“God, that’s sooooo lame.”

“Fine...brunettes.”

“Great,” I heard her huff.

“You asked.” I turned her over on her back and rubbed her belly gently with my hand.

“Better?”

She nodded as I kissed her deep before I grinned down at her in the dark. “I’m an ass man, too,” I said as I cupped her chest and heard her breath intake. “But when I think of touching you, all I want to do is run my fingers over these.” I feathered her nipples through her t-shirt as she met my slow kiss. I delved into every surface of her mouth, her moan evidence of a job well done. I pulled her to my chest and waited for her breathing to even out before I let sleep take me.

I don’t know who moved first, or who kissed who, but in the late hours of morning, I found myself being ravaged by Rafe, and I’d never been hungrier. Come to think of it, I think it was me who pressed back into him repeatedly, asking for the hard length that remained underneath his boxers. I vaguely remembered cupping him in the middle of the night with his name on my lips in a soft moan. He may have reached for me then and groaned my name as he pushed his hips up to give me better access. And if I think really hard, I can remember dipping my hand into those boxers and rubbing my thumb over the tip of his silky head.

I was becoming a bold sex goddess. Well, one that burped like a man, but Rafe didn’t seem to mind.

He undressed me slowly, and his hands roamed my body with the same gentle way he always seemed to have with me. I succumbed to him without any protest as he turned me on my back, nipped and softly kissed every inch of exposed skin. My body arched as he sipped and sampled between my legs. His tongue was slow, exquisite torture, but welcomed by my fever-filled moans. I clutched him to me, pumping my hips as he gripped my butt and lifted it to slide his tongue back and forth over my audibly slick center. All of my nerves fired as he licked and sucked, and I detonated in a long, blissful orgasm before he slowly made his way back up.

I lay back as he opened his nightstand drawer, fit himself in a condom, my hands gliding over every hard surface of him. I could feel the ripple of his stomach, the strength in his arms, and the curve of muscle on the sides of his neck.

“Rafe,” I whispered as he cradled my face and kissed me with so much force, everything built between us burst the moment he fit inside me.

“Jesus, you were made for me,” he whispered as he pushed into me farther, my body tight around him. I could feel every slow grind of his hips, every movement mattered. It was a dream.

“It’s not a dream, Alice,” he pushed out as he hovered above me. I hadn’t realized I’d said it out loud. “This is us.”

Completely consumed but dying to express something...anything, I cupped his neck.

“Rafe?”

He slowed to a stop, my voice enough reason to alarm him. I withdrew my hips and reached between us, slowly pulled his condom off, and began stroking him in worship.

“What are you doing?” His whisper was needful and urgent.

“If I’m going to be yours, this is the way I trust you, right? And you can trust me. I’m covered.”

Everything inside me felt adored. I wanted to be closer,
feel
closer to him, and this was the only way I knew how. Rafe remained above me and stilled for several moments.

“You can trust me,” I whispered as I lifted up to place a soft kiss on his mouth. Rafe lined himself at my entrance and rubbed his swollen head between my lips. In the dark of the room, and without being able to fully read his expression, I began to backtrack.

“Never mind...I just thought—” I was cut off by his eager mouth as he buried himself so deep a tear escaped my eye. He held my face in his hands as he pushed into me, his thrust and kiss blew all my walls to hell. My lips remained parted with cries for him. I took his strokes, needing more as he continued to take all that I had. Wrapping my legs around him, he sank further, deeper, as soft words were murmured between us.

“So soft, so beautiful.”

“I missed you.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Please don’t stop.”

“Alice...God, baby, you feel so good.”

We worked together, fire and air in perfect sync until we both came, sweat covered and completely sated.

Hours later, in a sunlit room, both of us covered from the waist down in his red sheets, we ate Cocoa Puffs naked in his bed. He’d had me bare for hours, a happy hostage. It was the best kind of sex imaginable. I couldn’t get enough, and the growing evidence below his part of the sheet between us said he felt the same. He looked me over, my hair a matted mess, my nipples drawn tight, and bruised from hours of teeth and tongue. I was now a super fan of sex and was never going back. I briefly wondered if they had a giant foam finger for this sport.

“I’ve wanted this since I met you, stubborn woman.”

“Naked Cocoa Puff consumption? Aiming high, aren’t you, Bullet?”

He leaned over and deadpanned, “Smartass.”

“I am,” I conceded as I took a huge mouthful of cereal and grabbed the box between us to pour more in my bowl before I pulled the box away from his eager hands. “You can’t eat too much sugar.”

He reached for it again, and I threw it behind me, and it smacked his wall.

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“Also,” I said as I chomped another bite, “you have got to stop shaking off Andy’s signals.”

“What?”

“You’re doing that a lot—”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Don’t you trust him?”

“You’re
really
going to do this right now?” he asked, incredulous.

“This will help your issue,” I said confidently.

“My...issue.”

“You’re lacking in confidence and a little sportsmanship, Rafe.” I put the bowl down, and he stacked his onto mine with a loud thunk on his bedside table.

“You really are doing this.
You’re
giving
me
ball advice?”

“Rafe, I’m just trying to help!”

“Thanks,” he said as his eyes went cold.

“And your dugout manner with your teammate Rodriguez is appalling.”

“What the hell did you just say?” His eyes narrowed, and for the life of me, I could not shut up.

“Everyone else congratulates him when he pitches well, and you just stare him down.”

“This is professional baseball, Alice. We don’t have to high five each other for doing our job. Jesus, you’re really unbelievable.”

“You’re a very poor team player at times, and it’s noticeable.”

“I can’t tell if you’re serious right now, Alice.”

“Dead serious,” I said as I gathered the covers and held them to my chest in defense. Rafe swatted my hands away, and the curtain fell down.

“Then you’re a jerk.” He gripped the cotton between us and wadded the sheet up with his hands and threw it on the floor, leaving us bared to the other.

“What?”

“You’re a jerk, Alice,
and
a class-A nerd who never grew out of it.”

I blinked.