“You’d treat her better.”
There’s no doubt about that, but it’s never going to happen. “Are you telling me that I should move to New York?”
“What the bloody hell are you going on about? Yvie needs to move here, and you’re the one that could make it happen.”
My gaze falls onto Yvie, who happens to look in my direction. Her smile is infectious, and I find myself returning one.
“JD, even I don’t have the power to make a woman change her mind. Yvie has a career in New York, a life. Beaumont doesn’t have anything to offer her.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Take a look around you. We’re her family. If she knows you can give her all this as well as a happy life, what more could she want?”
I down the rest of my eggnog and turn toward him. “Women like Yvie are just like you. You crave the bright lights, the fans and the stardom that comes with doing something you love. Unlike you though, where you can set up a studio anywhere, she can’t. Broadway holds all her dreams so unless I gave up my business and followed her, I’m strictly in the friend zone.”
I have to walk away from Jimmy for two reasons: one, he makes everything seem so simple and two, because he’s right. She does belong here, but she’ll never be here as long as her dream is there. Sadly, there isn’t anything we can do about our dreams.
Headlights shine into my window, illuminating my dark living room. I bailed on Harrison’s the first chance I could get. After my conversation with JD, I just couldn’t be there anymore. I never thought I would fall so fast for someone, but I have. When I think about my future, I see Yvie standing next to me. I know it’s all a part of my imagination, and I just need to get over it. Everything will be fine once she goes back home. I’ll be able to move on with my life, and she’ll fulfill her dreams. It’s a win-win for the both of us.
I’m opening the door before she finishes knocking. Yvie steps in, and I slide my arm around her waist, pulling her to me with a little force. She smiles, biting her lower lip, teasing me. I shut the door and push her coat off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I should stop now, but I can’t. I want this with her even if my heart breaks in the morning.
“You left me,” she whispers in the darkness. My fingers trail along her cheekbone.
“I didn’t think you’d notice.” I place a tiny kiss on each side of her mouth.
“How could I not?” she whispers, as my teeth tug on her earlobe. Her hands slide under my shirt and move until she’s tracing my pecs with her fingernails. I step back and pull my shirt over my head because I like the way she’s exploring my chest and don’t want her hands restricted.
“I see you were expecting me?” she says, pulling on my already loose belt.
“I was getting comfortable.” I crouch down and run my hands over her legs. She’s wearing a red sweater dress with black boots that go to her knees. All night I thought about what lies beneath. I trail my hands up her legs, pushing up her dress as I go. I stand and pull her dress over her head.
“Oh fuck,” I blurt out when I’m rewarded with her perfect breasts covered in black lace. I suck one into my mouth and her nails dig into my back. My heart is yelling at me to stop while both my brains are telling me to go faster.
I pick her up and her legs squeeze around my hips as I carry her up to my room. Each step I take is done so blindly since my lips haven’t left her breasts. I pay equal attention to both until we reach my room.
Setting her down on my bed gently, I slip off her boots and she slides down her tights. Her beautiful porcelain skin looks alabaster against my dark comforter with the moonlight shining through.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say against her skin. I shed my pants before I crawl up next to her. We’re side by side and we’re at the point of no return. We could stop and pretend the other night didn’t happen, or we could cross into the friends-with-benefits zone. Even though I’m not getting everything I want, I’m still with her. Fuck it!
My hand trails down her side, her skin pebbling from my touch. She hitches her leg over my hip, telling me what she wants. I’m not one to deny her, and I slip my finger into her panties. Her eyes start to close, but she fights it. She’s watching me watch her as my finger works her over. Her heel pushes into my ass, encouraging me. When her hips start to rock, I know she’s close. I’m a selfish man and want to feel her clench around my cock and not my finger.
I sit up and rip her panties away from her and unclasp her bra. She follows and pushes my boxers off of me, taking me in her hand. My eyes roll back, and I can’t help but thrust into her hand.
“Do you want me?” she asks, as she lies back down. I inch forward and rub the head of my cock against her clit.
“Is this what you want?”
She bites her lip and nods. I push in slowly and hiss at the connection. I keep going, pulling out and starting over. My hands cup her breast as I slide in and out of her. Her head falls back, her eyes closing. I lean forward and capture her mouth, pressing my body against hers. We move in unison, creating friction and heat.
“You’re so beautiful.” I kiss her again, increasing my tempo. She moans, her nails pressing into my back.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, Yvie.” Her hands trail down my back and push into my ass, and I move faster. She screams out, asking for more. I flip her over, not giving her time to adjust before I’m slipping into her again. I pull her up, using her flexibility to my advantage. I hold her to my chest, my hand fondling her breast. She rocks into me as my finger finds her clit. I rub her frantically, feeling that she’s close.
“Alexander,” she let’s my name fall from her lips in ecstasy. I increase my ministrations, pushing into her with all that I am.
“Fuck,” I groan when I feel her squeeze my cock. Yvie pants as I reach my climax. We fall forward, in a heap of sweat and heavy breathing.
I roll over, pulling out of her, but taking her with me. “That was…”
“Orgasmic,” she says, with a laugh.