Alexander (21 page)

Candace closed the computer for a second then opened it back up. “I think this was Brick’s computer. Alex brought it here when he came by the other day. Do you think this has anything to do with his death?” she asked her husband, completely forgetting the little boy for a moment.

Candace looked at Jack when he stood. “Somebody died? Why? Oh gosh, is it because of the money?”

“
Money? What do you know, Jack? You have to tell us everything.” Candace looked at her husband and nodded. “I’ll make us something to eat. Jack, you start talking, honey.”

Candace debated for all of ten seconds on whether or not to call Alex and Heather back. But she decided she’d listen first then call if it was necessary. Fear gripped her heart, but she told herself that they had the best security system in the world and would keep this little boy safe.

~Chapter
21~

Alex was nervous. He paced around the hotel room waiting on Heather to come out of the bathroom for—he looked at his watch and grinned—all of five minutes now. He looked at the bed and thought about the two of them there. His cock was already aching and if he kept this up, as soon as she walked through the door he was going to pounce on her. When he heard the lock disengage, he turned to see her.

She was beautiful, so beautiful that his breath caught. Her hair was down now and he hadn’t realized how long it was. Her cheeks were flushed and he had a moment to realize she was just as nervous as he was. But it was her clothes that had him swallow several times before he trusted himself to speak.

The sheer pink material left very little to the imagination. The tiny ribbons at her shoulders held up the triangle of lace that was tight across her breasts; her nipples stood hard out from it. There was another ribbon at the center and that was all that held it on her. It opened the rest of the way. The panties, if that was what one would call a small bit of lace of the same shade of pink, covered just her mound and nothing else. More ribbon tied at her hips and he wondered if he would die right now if she turned around.

“
Your sister gave it to me. She said it was a wedding present to you. I didn’t understand that until you looked at me. Do you like it?” She sounded so unsure that he looked up at her face.

“
Yes. I love it. You look…Christ, Heather you take my breath away. I’m almost afraid to ask you to turn around. Is there much of it back there?”

She grinned and turned. “I feel like I’m sexy. I know that sounds stupid, it’s just a nightie, but—”

“
You do look sexy, you
are
sexy. I’m not going to last.” He was right about the back. The ribbons holding it together at her hips slid between her cheeks and disappeared. He couldn’t wait to peel it from her. Her back was covered, but that wasn’t really right either. He could see every inch of her including the tattoo at her spine.

He started toward her slowly. He wanted to push her against the wall and take her now, but this was her wedding night, their wedding night, and he wanted it to be special. He thought maybe if he didn’t take his pants off he might last another whole ten seconds. Grinning, he lifted her chin with his finger, not touching her anywhere else.

He’d meant to only touch his lips to hers, but the moment he did, she moaned and he was lost. Her mouth opened under his and her tongue slid along his in a dance that he’d never felt before. Pulling back slightly, he looked down at her.

“
I decided to make the best of this.” She flushed as she tried to look away. “I know you want me and I want you. There isn’t any reason we can’t enjoy ourselves, is there?”

“
No. No, there isn’t. But, Heather, I do love you. I know you find that hard to believe, but I do. I want to make you happy.”

She pulled away from him and walked to the window. “I know you say that, but you don’t know me. I mean, you know what everyone has told you, but all we’ve done since we met is fight. I don’t know how you can…you can’t love someone like me.”

He walked toward the ice bucket and the champagne his parents had had put in the room for them. He opened it with a pop and poured them both a glass. Walking toward her, he answered her unspoken question.

“
I don’t believe anything your mother told me. None of it. My sister Wills told me what you told her that day. She said she fell in love with you too by the way. And Wills is the hardest person I know in making friends.” He handed her the fluted glass. “If I could find Baxter, I’d murder him myself after I thanked him.”

She turned to look at him. “Thank him? Whatever for? He was a slimy dickhead who preyed on young women.”

“
I’m glad to hear you say that. But I’d thank him for Jack. He’s a wonderful kid and I want to adopt him. But for now…” He took the glass from her when she emptied it. “For now, we’ll forget all the others and concentrate on getting you out of this piece of froth. Would you like me to peel if from you an inch at a time, or tear it from you and ravage you? I’m up for either right now.”

He’d meant it to be glib, but he knew when he looked at her he’d failed. He touched his finger down her cheek and wiped the tear away. He didn’t want her to cry, but could almost understand why she did. She’d had a very difficult life and he so desperately wanted to make it better for her.

He kissed her gently then took the ribbon on her shoulder into his mouth. As she watched him, he pulled it back until it was untied. Then he did the same to the other. A deep breath would have had the lace fall from her. He lowered his head to her breast and laved it, material and all, until her nipple was straining against the wet. Slowly, he ran his hand up her ribs to cup her breast from beneath. When he felt her shudder, he grabbed the top of the nightie with his teeth and pulled it away.

“
You have the most luscious breasts. And your nipples are perfect. The dusky rose color contrasts wonderfully with your pale skin. When it puckers like it is now, I want to suckle hard on it until you come.” Her moan moved through his veins like molten lava and made him want more.

“
When you…when you touch me like this, I can feel my privates swell. I can feel myself getting wetter.” She blushed a bright red and he found himself wanting to see it more. He took her nipple into his mouth and nipped at the tip just enough to have her surge to him. He suckled hard as he slid his hand to her mound and into the tiny triangle at her pussy. She wasn’t wet, she was soaking.

“
Say it, Heather. Tell me how wet your pussy is. Tell me what you want and call it your pussy.” Her blush deepened and he could feel her stiffen. Taking her breast into his palm, he tugged on her nipple and moved to the other side. “Do you want to come. Do you want to come now?”

“
Yes. Yes, that’s what I want, but…shouldn’t we be in the bed?” She started to pull back and he stilled her with his free hand. “Alex?”

“
No. I’m going to lick your pussy. Lick you until you come in my mouth. I want to drink you before I fuck you. Tell me that’s what you want, Heather. Say it.” He found he needed to hear her say it, needed her to tell him that she wanted him as much as he did her. He lowered his hand back to her mound and moved his finger just over her nether lips, not touching her clit. She started to ride his fingers when he pulled back. “Say it.” He looked down at her now. Her eyes were dark, darker than he’d ever seen them. Her bare breast filled his palm and he rubbed his thumb roughly over the tip. Her eyes fluttered. His cock was hurting, aching to be free so that he could fill her.

“
I want you to fuck me, Alex. I want you to suck on my pussy until I come. Please, please take me. I need to come.” Her words nearly undid him. Her voice, husky with need, tore at his control until he thought he’d die.

Dropping to his knees, he took the strings in his fingers and pulled them loose while she watched. Sliding his hands up her thighs, he pulled her legs farther apart, gathered the cream on her, and took it to his mouth.

“
Hummm, delicious. Creamy and hot. I’m going to enjoy having this all for myself.”

Opening her lips, he could see she was indeed swollen. Her clit was red and puffy, full and tempting. He knew she was close and wanted to give her a short release before he enjoyed her. Taking her hard nubbin into his mouth, he fucked her with his tongue as he filled her with his finger. She came immediately.

Her juices poured from her. Lapping and sucking, he gathered every drop on his tongue and savored her. She was his. Now and forever, she was his. Making her come once more, he could feel her legs beginning to tremble. Afraid she would fall, he stood, picked her up, and laid her on the bed.

“
Christ, you taste good. But I need to be inside of—” His mind spun out of control when she spread her legs and slid her finger deep into her pussy. He watched as she moved her finger around her clit then deep inside over and over. Her moans grew louder as her fingers went faster.

“
Alex, please. Hurry. Please?” He would wonder later if he stripped his clothes off or they just disappeared. Because he was suddenly naked and standing over her, his cock in his fist and his own cream dripping from the tip.

When she sat up and reached for him, he knew that if she touched him, he’d come. He was barely holding on now. When he reached for a condom, he stopped and looked down at her. “I want to fill you with my seed, Heather. I want to see you grow large with my child, our child. Now, tonight, I want to be inside of you deep, deep enough to touch your womb and fill you.”

Her breath hitched and she nodded. He lay on the bed and kissed her as he settled between her thighs. Her heat, her wetness, made his cock jerk. His need for her was overwhelming.

Alex took her nipple into his mouth and suckled as he slid into her. Her body gripped him tight and rippled along his cock until he had to pause or come. Stilling in her body, he held himself up on his elbows as he tried to calm himself.

But she had other ideas. With a shift of her body, he was buried deep and as she grabbed his shoulders, he rocked hard into her. His control was nearly gone.

“
I feel you, feel you so deep in me. You’re so thick, hot and thick. Please, fuck me, Alex. Please.”

He rocked again, this time with more power than finesse. “Heather, I’m trying to make this last. You’re killing me, baby. If you move again, I’m—”

She did and the nails holding onto his control snapped. He took her hard, took her fast, and simply took. She didn’t back off, but met him stroke for stroke. When he felt her sheath grab him, nearly strangle him with her climax, Alex didn’t just tumble after her. He went roaring over the cliff and didn’t look back.

~~~

Heather woke and had a sudden fright when she couldn’t figure out where she was. Then the night before came back at her and she smiled. Stretching, she felt muscles protest, ones she wasn’t even aware she had until then. But it was a good feeling, one of being relaxed and well used. She started to roll to her side when an arm fell across her waist.

Alex. They’d had sex, incredible sex, and he’d fallen atop of her and both of them went to sleep. Getting out of the big bed, she went to the bathroom and closed the door. She looked in the mirror when she turned the light on and didn’t recognize the woman staring back at her. This woman looked happy, sated of course, but more. More of what she didn’t want to think about so she finished up and went back to the bed.

He took up most of the bed, she noticed, and wondered if he’d even miss her if she left. But being his wife now, she knew that was no longer an option. Plus, they’d had unprotected sex, sex to create a child. She sat down hard on the floor. What the hell had she been thinking?

Putting her hand on her flat belly, she wondered if one was already growing there. A baby changed…she wasn’t sure now that this was such a good idea. Looking at the man she’d pledged to, she wondered if he’d think the same thing in the light of the day.

His face calmed her. Just looking at him sleep, his whole body lax in slumber, she felt she had made the right decision. He was a good man, a great man, she supposed. She knew so very little about him other than what his sister had told him at Thanksgiving.

Heather knew he’d been married before. His wife had died carrying another man’s child. Willow had told her that Alex had been too young to realize what his parents had told him was true about her; he’d been in love. When she died, it had taken a great deal out of Alex and they all thought he’d never get it back.

Resting her chin on her fist, she moved closer to the bed. His jaw was covered in dark whiskers and she wondered if they were soft. Touching her finger to the fur, she realized they were hard and prickly. His lips were full, swollen slightly from last night. Shifting slightly, she remembered him taking her into his mouth and making her come. She looked down at his bare ass and wondered how hard it would be to roll him over. She wanted to get a good look at him was all, she told herself, and stood up.

Touching her fingers to his hip, he shifted. When touching him again only made him more in the center of the bed, she ran her hand up his thigh in much the way he’d done to her. His moan made her jerk her hand back and watch as he rolled to his side. Perfect. She could get a good look at his…form while he was still asleep.

His cock lay flaccid, though still large, and she found her mouth water at the sight of him. She touched the very tip of him and then ran her finger around the large head. He rolled to his back with another moan. His cock jerked now and Heather wanted to taste him in the worst way. Shifting to the bed, she moved his legs open and settled herself between them. She thought she could simply take him in her mouth and he’d never be the wiser. Leaning down, she licked her tongue along the thick vein along the length of him. He hardened even as she swirled her tongue over his dark head.