Free Stand Close 2 (Stand Close New Adult Romance Series) by Sabrina Lacey Page A

with me. We’re staring at each other and it’s intense. I don’t want to look away.
    “You’re opening up for me, you feel that?”
    She nods, mesmerized. “You’re so big, I didn’t know if I could.” She pushes her ass out, and slides up and down, riding me. It’s slow at first, torturously slow, so good I close my eyes and struggle to hold back my release. Getting ahold of myself, I open them again and see her watching me, riding my cock. “Fuck, Rue. You’re killing me.”
    “Do you like this?”
    I nod, biting my bottom lip and pushing my hips up to fully thrust inside of her. She hovers above me and lets me do the work. Again and again I ram my hips up, arching my back and penetrating her as deep as I can go as she closes her eyes and whips her head back, crying out. She grabs her breasts, and a fresh burst of blood swells into my cock, making me so hard it’s incredible. I flip her over and she yelps as I ram into her from behind, pounding her in a building rhythm that has her quaking and grabbing onto the headboard. She’s so gone, she’s making only short, sexy little grunts as her muscles contract and tighten around my shaft. I’m holding back, making sure she feels the pulsing for a long time before I bring her over the edge again, with my own orgasm. But a knock at the door interrupts us. Panting, I pull out and slap her ass. “That was Round One.”
    She laughs and struggles to walk to the bathroom on wobbly knees. “Now it’s my turn to hide in a bathroom!”
    “You don’t have to hide. It’s just breakfast.”
    “Let me get a robe at least!”
    I smile and grab my pants, yanking them on. “Be right there!” I’m raking a hand through my hair on the way, thinking about her. I’m not prepared to see Sean on the other side of the door, dressed like he’s been up for hours.

Chapter Fourteen

Alec
    H e yawns . “Hey. We’re going down for breakfast. You coming?”
    I pause, and give my hair another good raking. “I’ll be down in a bit. I’m slow-moving today.” Don’t come out, Rue. Just stay in there a little longer.
    “Okay, we’ll be on the pool deck.”
    “The one with the wood lounge chairs or the white spongy ones?”
    “I don’t know if I’d call them spongy… but those ones. Rooftop pool. Jenna’s already up there. Do you know where Rue is?”
    I blink, catching the intent look in his eyes as he tried to catch me, see if I was hiding her. “No. I’ve got Maya in here.”
    His eyebrows go up and he makes a sound, looking to the ground. A sound I can’t ascertain the meaning of. Is he disappointed or relieved? He probably thinks it’s a good idea he warned Rue. My chest tightens with anger, but I bite my tongue. Now I want Rue to walk out. Show him he’s too late.
    “Right. Maya. Tell her I said hello. I’d suggest you invite her to breakfast, but...” He hits the doorframe, sticks his hands in his pockets and strolls away, passing our room service cart on his way. He eyeballs it, reaches over to take a grape off the fruit plate, not knowing the breakfast is for me. He thinks I’m joining them downstairs, that this is for another room. I watch him say, “Thanks,” as he throws the grape into his mouth. He turns around and walking backward, says, “Mmm, that’s good.” He spins around again, ignoring the look of surprise from the guy pushing the cart. Just as Sean turns for the elevators and disappears, the room service cart stops in front of my room. I usher the guy in quickly and shut the door.
    Rue pads out of the bathroom in a soft, white terrycloth hotel robe, a happy smile on her flushed cheeks. Seeing the spread, she claps her hands together. I sign the paper and give the guy a hefty tip. “Can you just wait a second before you leave?”
    He nods, happy to do whatever I want, now that he saw what I tipped him. “I can put the food out,” he suggests, his Castilian accent reminding me of where we are. You forget, when you’re locked away in a