Authors: Aliyah Burke
him as much as he wanted her, before unfolding his muscled body to
follow her.
He bypassed the room he’d slept in the night before and paused
at a second. It was wall-to-wall with books: medical textbooks, medical
thrillers, Shakespeare, and more. There was a laptop computer on the
desk that had a caduceus screensaver floating back and forth on it,
changing colors as it went.
There were a few pictures of her naval career on the spaces of
the wall not covered by bookshelves. He noticed only one of her family,
which was on the top of a bookshelf not in the main line of sight. She
had an overstuffed chair beside the window with a stuffed unicorn
propped up against the pillow. Leaving the room as silently as he
entered, he was left with one other doorway.
Her bedroom
. He knocked with one knuckle. “Alexis,” he called
to her through the door.
Her naturally husky voice reached him. “Come in, Command-
er…Scott. I am just getting some things together.”
Pushing open the door, he stopped and took in Alexis’s sanctu-
ary. She had a medium-sized room with two large windows that
allowed in the light. A queen-sized bed was against one wall. Every-
thing was neat and orderly.
The colors were subtle and warm of pale purples and soft golds,
although her bed was accented by a rainbow of multihued pillows. Her
furniture was all dark wood but the somber tone didn’t detract from the
serenity of the room.
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“What did you need, Commander? I can drop you back off at
your hotel since I am on my way out. I have to get some more things for
tonight’s dinner.” She was standing in front of the mirror and examin-
ing how her shirt looked, totally oblivious to the reaction of the man in
the room with her.
Coming closer, Scott looked at her in the mirror. “I’m not a
dream, Alexis. I won’t disappear if you touch me.”
With a swallow she said, “I know you aren’t a dream. But I have
things to do and I am sure you do as well.”
“I want to spend time with you. Get to know you.
All of you.
” He
moved even closer to her until his large body stood directly behind her,
allowing her to see them together.
She opened her mouth but he reached around her and placed his
fingers over her lips. “Don’t give me that same speech. I want to spend
time with you. Come away with me.” His eyes held hers prisoner in the
mirror and were full of promise.
“Okay,” she said as if a daze. “I can’t leave until tomorrow, since
I have the dinner tonight.” But then panic and shock came across her
face.
Oh, no. I’m not letting you out of my sight and giving you the chance
to change your mind. I have you now, Alexis. You are mine!
“I’ll hold you to
that,” he vowed. The back of his hand ran down the side of her face and
she instinctively pressed into it.
“Lex! Lex? Where are you, girl?” The screech reached them all
the way back in the bedroom. Immediately, Alexis slipped out of the
room, glad for a reprieve from Scott’s intensity.
In the middle of the living room stood her neighbor from a few
houses up, Shirley Allen, a very happy, very loud, very beautiful black
woman. “Hey, Shirl. What’s up?” Alexis asked as she approached.
Stay
back there, Commander. Please stay back there until she is gone.
“Well, two things. First off, I hear we are making ribs tonight. Is
it going to be a block party?” She waggled her eyebrows at her friend.
“You know it’s gonna end up as one, so it’ll be smart to plan for it from
the jump.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Sure, why not? Spread the word, tell people
we eat at six-thirty and the fun begins whenever they arrive.” Alexis
shook her head as she imagined her night. No quiet evening at home for
her!
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“Now, Lex, tell me what’s this I’m hearin’ about some fly-
lookin’ white Navy officer being here in your house?” Shirley asked in
her sly tone.
Alexis felt her whole body blush. “Who told you that?” she
hedged.
Shirley ignored that question and pushed for her own answer.
“Come on, now, you know damn well I know just about everything that
goes on here on this street. Now give!” Arms crossed and one finely
plucked eyebrow rose as Shirley waited for the answer.
“There is a guy here I know from the ship. I’ve seen him around
a few times. That’s all.” She held up her hands and crossed her heart.
“
Umm-hmmm
. And since when you let white men you’ve seen
just a few times stay here? I ain’t never seen you let any man stay here.
Hell, I ain’t ever seen a white man visit you!” Her foot began to tap.
“What’s going on with you two?”
“Nothing!” she spit out. As Shirley tilted her head, Alexis re-
peated it in a calmer voice, “Nothing.”
That “nothing” went right out the window as her body trem-
bled, telling her that against her most fervent prayers, Scott had re-
turned to the living room. Alexis watched as Shirley’s eyes grew wide
and moved slowly up and down the large man who stood behind her.
Raw appreciation turned to lust and Alexis found herself not really
liking the predatory gaze Shirley suddenly wore.
“Alexis.” His deep voice moved over her. “I’m ready when you
are. Oh, excuse me.” His voice turned almost professional. “I don’t
believe I’ve had the pleasure.” Stunning blue eyes settled on the woman
who stood across from him, moving her eyes over him as if he were a
tall glass of water and she were in the desert hankering for a long sip of
him.
Alexis took over. “Shirley, this is Scott Leighton. Scott Leighton,
meet my friend, Shirley Allen.”
A low whistle left Shirley’s full, dusky lips. “Damn, you are one
fine man. And a whole lotta one. Look at all them muscles you got.
What do you do?”
His large body moved up beside Alexis, almost touching her but
leaving enough space between them so not to cause suspicion. Yet it
was still less than the amount he would leave between them on the
ship. “It’s nice to meet you, Shirley. I do a little bit of everything.” He
nodded his short-cropped head at her before putting those beautiful
eyes back on Alexis.
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“What does that mean?” Shirley moved closer with a noticeable
sway to her hips.
“I do things all over,” his rich voice said, even as his eyes briefly
met Shirley’s before migrating back to Alexis.
“I bet you do,” she replied as her tongue snaked out and over
her lower lip. “Are you staying for the party tonight?”
“Yes, and I am looking forward to it.” Again his eyes moved to
Alexis.
“So am I, now.” Shirley blinked and looked back at Alexis.
“Okay, Lex, I will spread the word. I am going to go home and find
something to wear that will make the rest of you women look…well,
look like men. See you later, Navy man.” With a brief wave to Alexis
she turned around and sashayed her shapely behind right out the door.
“Well, now, she was right friendly.” His voice was right beside
her ear.
She was acting like a damn ho!
“Yes, that’s Shirley for you,” she
ground out.
Moving behind her so their bodies were touching, Scott slid his
hands down her arms, over her hips, and back up to lace his fingers by
the button on her pants. “Come now, Alexis,” he purred. “Don’t be
jealous. Ever since I met you two years ago there hasn’t been another
woman who could pull my attention from your beauty.”
His touch totally turning her to mush, Alexis found her body
leaning back and settling comfortably into his hard one. Closing her
eyes and allowing herself to enjoy the moment, she asked skeptically,
“And you expect me to believe that for the past two years no woman—
not a single long-legged, busty blonde, brunette, or redhead—charmed
her way into garnering your attentions?”
He chuckled. “Two years. Two long years with
nothing
but
dreams and visions of you. You aren’t the only one who has explicit
sexual dreams.” His tongue swiped along the back of her ear. “If you
tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine,” he offered in a voice that would make
the devil give up his kingdom.
“I…I…I don’t know what you are talking about,” she stuttered.
“You weren’t having a dream when you so delightfully told me
all about your dreams. At least I am the man you are dreaming about!”
He sucked on the sensitive spot behind her ear. “All you have to do is
say the word and we both can turn our dreams into reality. Just say my
name,” he coaxed.
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Alexis swallowed, her knees shaking so badly that she was sur-
prised her butt wasn’t on the floor. Her mouth was dry from images of
her being able to act out her fantasies with the man behind her, who
was nibbling on her neck as if it were a sumptuous pastry. “I…I have to
get to the store.”
One of his hands splayed across her flat abdomen while his oth-
er moved to her mouth. His thick index finger slid over the velvet feel
of her lips before he separated those lips to slip his digit into her warm,
wet mouth.
Instinctively, Alexis drew it in farther, her tongue moving along
it as she sucked on it harder. She could feel his erection twitching
against her back, telling her insistently what he wanted.
He moaned softly into her ear as another finger slipped into her
mouth. The hand across her belly moved down to cup her between the
legs. He stimulated her nether region with his constant rubbing motion.
“God, I want you, Alexis,” he panted into her ear as his own hips flexed
against hers.
She didn’t respond. Her tongue slid between the two fingers in
her mouth before running around the both of them. Lick, suck, lick,
suck. Over and over she worked his fingers like they were something
much bigger, much firmer in her mouth. Something she wanted to taste
so badly.
His hand moved faster between her legs and her hips began to
buck, her legs tightening around his wrist, allowing her to ride him
firmly. Her tiny moans became audible as she sucked on his fingers
harder. Her strong fingers dug into his thighs as she tried not to crum-
ble to the floor.
“Alexis,” he groaned. Her body moved faster, telling him she
didn’t want to stop. He nipped her quickly on the neck before trying
again. “Alexis, we have to stop. Someone is walking towards the door.”
He pulled his hand away from her legs and her mouth, twisting his
head to kiss her hard and fast on the lips before moving away from her
to sit on the couch.
Flushed, hot, and extremely aroused, Alexis fought for breath as
she saw another neighbor walk up to the door and begin to knock.
Swallowing hard and pulling on her shirt, she automatically patted her
hair into place and walked over to the door, swinging it open.
“Hey, Richie,” she said as she licked her lips. “What’s up?”
“Lex,” he returned. “Wanted to double-check with you about
tonight. Make sure Shirley wasn’t lying.”
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She grinned and waved in the handsome black man. “Come on
in. Want some tea or something?” Shirley was known to herald a party
when there hadn’t been one previously.
“Sure that would be—” His words died and she knew what he
had seen. Or rather whom.
“Oh, sorry, this is Scott Leighton. Scott, my friend, Richie
Grant.”
Six plus feet of mouthwatering masculine physique rose
smoothly and walked over to them. Scott stuck out his hand and shook
Richie’s when it was finally offered. “Nice to meet you.” His eyes still
burned with a passion that only Alexis would be able to extinguish.
“Sure man.” Richie looked back at Alexis. “Well, Shirley wasn’t
lying about there being a white man in your place.”
Alexis just headed for the kitchen and poured three glasses of
sweet tea. The men walked in the room in silence. Richie thanked her
for the drink and all Scott did was wink at her, causing her body to
grow damp again.
Propping a hip against the countertop, Alexis looked at the two
men in her kitchen. One was about six foot with dark-chocolaty skin, a
winning smile, and kind eyes. He kept his head shaven and had no
facial hair. His muscular build showed underneath his light-gray
muscle shirt and tight pants. Dating a man like him would make it
easier on her life; he was a hard worker and one of the
gentlest
men
she’d ever met. But she’d never been attracted to him in that way,
unlike the other man in her house.
That one was six-five with golden blond hair that he kept in a
crew cut. He had almost no body fat on him at all, nothing but rippling
muscles. He, too, was clean shaven, and she wasn’t sure how that
happened since he didn’t have access to a razor this morning. His eyes
could make her heart skip a beat with their gentian violet-blue color.
Scott was poetry in motion when he moved. His chest didn’t