Alexander (22 page)

Need overpowered her curiosity. Adjusting herself so that she could move over him, she took him into her mouth. His cock grew in her mouth, hardened and lengthened until she had to swallow or be gagged. He tasted delicious and warm and the more she took of him into her, the hotter he became.

His hand tangled in her hair and she looked up; his eyes were still closed but his face looked to be in pain. Hungry for him, she bobbed up and down over him as she wrapped her hand around him. He rocked into her mouth hard, his hips coming up off the bed as he tried to go deeper. She knew the moment he woke. His breath hissed out and he looked down at her.

“
Christ, woman, have mercy. Please.” She let him go, but didn’t move away from her position. “Don’t stop. If you do, I won’t be responsible for what I do to you.”

“
Tell me how to please you. I want to do this.” She thought his eyes rolled to the back of his head, but as he sat up on his elbows, she thought he looked like he wanted to eat her alive.

“
Cup my balls, gently. That’s it. Christ, Heather, your mouth feels wonderful.” She cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them between her fingers. His cock jerked again. Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he guided it to her mouth and she licked him.

“
Take me in your mouth like you were. Take me as deep as you can and—yes,” he hissed at her. “That’s it. Baby, I’m going to come down your throat if you keep that up. When you feel my cock at the back of your throat, swallow and—mother fuck, I’m coming.”

The first splash of his cum gagged her, but she swallowed hard and felt it slide. As her mouth filled with his hot juices, she began moving her hand up and down him. His hand at her head held her still, but she didn’t stop. Over and over she let him fuck her mouth until she felt him pull her away. Her body was on fire. She needed relief now.

“
Come here. Ride me. I want you to ride me.” His voice sounded like he’d been straining it. And it moved over her body like a caress. But she didn’t know what he meant.

“
Straddle me, your pussy over my cock.” She crawled up until she was over him. When he pulled her down and took her mouth, she was sure he could taste him on her tongue and her pussy gushed more.

With her hips up, she felt him take his cock in his hand and rub it over her clit. Pushing down onto him, she moaned when he slid inside. He pushed, sitting her up, and she felt him deep, his cock beneath her, inside of her.

With his hands on her hips, he showed her how to move. Slowly at first, she began to see the advantages of riding. Moving more, she began to enjoy herself as she threw back her head. Rolling her hips over his, she felt her body come alive. Lifting her breasts, she began to roll her nipples and looked down at Alex when he covered her hands with his.

“
Come for me. Come now.” Her climax gripped her then spiraled out. Stars danced behind her eyelids and a scream erupted from her throat. Even as Alex rolled her to her back and began slamming into her, she felt another climax rip through her. Over and over her body tightened only to be torn open with a new harder zenith. When Alex went rigid over her and then roared out his own release, Heather felt herself slide into sleep, her body trembling with exhaustion.

~Chapter
22~

Mik watched the men and women go in and out of the house. He wanted Alexander, not these idiots who were redoing the house. It was early on Monday morning and he’d already had to go and have a meeting with the two fools he’d sent here to find him. Meeting, he thought with a laugh. Hardly, more like a…well, more like a gun versus head kind of thing.

He was almost sorry to have had to kill the older one. But leaving witnesses, even ones as helpful as he had been, would be a mistake. He was sitting in the car they’d driven here from New York and wondered, not for the first time since he’d gotten in, how anyone could live like this.

The car was a dump. Not only were there stains on the seat that he didn’t want to think about, but there was enough empty fast food trash that he was sure they could fill a land fill. The clothes in the backseat smelled like they’d been pissed on and he was sure that the nasty underwear had shit in them. He didn’t clean it out because he didn’t want to leave any DNA around for someone to find and start asking questions. It was his plan to leave the car near the bodies and just simply walk away. The car he had rented when he’d arrived had been here twice and he wanted to make sure that no one took notice.

Mik sat up when the limo pulled up in the drive. He was surprised when the gate closed behind it, but not overly worried. He’d been smart enough to snag a gate opener while he’d been here a few nights ago. It was amazing the things people left out when they thought they had locked the doors behind them. He wasn’t sure who got out of the stretch, but he had an idea that the master of the house was finally home. He started up the car and went back to the house he’d had the idiots rent the day he’d arrived. Glad for the cold, he went into the house by the back door to avoid the mess that had been made in the front. Going to his small set up, he pulled up the small cameras he’d planted throughout the house.

Ah, there we are
. He gave a chuckle. Going through the house was his Alexander, looking at what work had been done while he’d been away. Mik watched as he was joined by a beautiful woman, he thought perhaps his sister, and then an older man. Mik wished that he’d had sound, but there simply wasn’t enough time for that.

He watched until he grew bored. How many times could a man go into a room and look around and see the same thing? Going to the house phone, Mik ordered a pizza and had it delivered. When he returned, they were all in the kitchen at the James house and the woman was cooking.

Potatoes were wrapped up in foil and then steaks, thick and juicy, were laid out on the counter. Pepper was coarsely ground over them then massaged into the meat. Mik found his mouth watered as the steaks were then put into a bowl and a bottle of something was poured over them. Then the woman took out the fixings for a salad—lettuce and tomatoes, peppers and onions. He recognized feta cheese and chickpeas along with cucumbers and fresh mozzarella. But what had him sit up and look closer was the dressing, homemade with extra virgin olive oil and wine. He thought that he’d died and gone to culinary heaven when she pulled out long loaves of crusty bread, made croutons, and tossed them in the oil before putting them in the oven.

Then Alexander came in the room and spoke to the woman. The closer he got to her, the woman backed up. He could see the lust on Alexander’s face, the need for her. Even without the sound, he knew that he was telling the woman what he wanted, perhaps what he was going to do to her.

The kiss they shared was hot, steamy. Alexander molded the woman to his body and pressed her against the counter. Mik felt his own cock harden as he watched the two of them. Her leg lifted, skimming down Alexander’s leg even as he lifted her up and sat her on the countertop. When both her legs wrapped around him, Mik rubbed his cock through his trousers. Aching, he pulled open his pants and took out his cock. Stroking himself, he watched as Alexander lifted her top and took her breast into his mouth. They were large and heavy and even through the bra he could see that she would fill his hands.

Mik shouted when Alexander backed away. His own cock straining for more, he screamed at the screen and waited for Alexander to continue. When the woman smiled at her would-be lover and pulled her shirt back into place, Mik stood and kicked trash around the room. Pissed more than he’d ever been, he cursed the two of them for not giving him his due.

By the time the pizza arrived, Mik had worked himself into a full anger. He wanted to take it out on the man who’d come to the door, but knew that if he did that he’d be leaving more bodies and he wasn’t close to being done here yet. Paying the man and leaving him no tip, Mik went into the little office and watched as they all enjoyed their steak dinner with baked potatoes and fresh salad while he dined on greasy cheese pizza and warm beer. Mik was going to make them pay for this. As soon as he got Alexander back where he belonged, he was going to make him pay for every injustice that Mik had had to endure.

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Alexander didn’t look at the camera, but continued on as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Jack had been able to tell them where every camera was because of the remote put on Brick’s computer. They’d gone over the house to see where they were and had set up the plan accordingly. They were now sitting around the table trying to enjoy the steak dinner that Heather had fixed for them. His parents were there, as well as Tom, Jared, and Willow.

Alex hadn’t wanted Wills there. Hell, he didn’t want any of them there, but especially his sister. He was worried about her and the baby. Looking over at Jared, he figured he would keep her safe. Alex knew just how the man felt when he looked over at his own wife.

Wife. He still marveled at the fact that she was his. He had yet to convince her that he loved her, loved her more than life itself, but he would. He picked up her hand and kissed it. Soon, he thought. Soon she’d believe him. Then there was Jack.

The boy was undoubtedly brilliant. He’d found the program on Brick’s computer in less than an hour and Alex had been looking at it for two days. He smiled when he thought of his face when Alex had told him how proud he was of him. He’d gotten red-faced and changed the subject. He was much like his mom in that neither of them seemed used to compliments and wasn’t sure how to take them. That too, Alex thought, was going to change.

He realized that his dad was speaking to him and flushed when he laughed. “I was asking about tomorrow. Are you all set?”

Alex looked over at his sister. “Don’t even say it.” She answered his look. “I’m not leaving. This guy killed a friend of mine too and he is so not going to get away with it.”

“
I didn’t say anything, but I’m going to say this again since you mentioned it. Stay away from him, Wills. I won’t have you hurt over this. He’s after me and we’re going to play this like we were told. Understand?”

Wills looked at Heather. “He loves me, that’s why he nags. Wait until you’re huge with a kid and he starts ordering you around.”

“
He already does.” Heather ginned. “Why do you think we fight all the time? I swear he’s a bigger bully than that little boy in Jack’s class. What was his name, honey?”

Alex looked at Jack and wondered if now was a good time to bring up the subject of schools. Alex’s mom had told him what Jack had thought and wanted to clear that up before much longer. He also wanted to take the boy aside and talk to him about becoming his father. Heather said it was up to Jack and while she wanted the best for him, she felt Jack was a mature enough boy to know what he wanted.

“
Peter Dunlap. He was older than me by a whole year and he would get mad at me and bloody my nose because I messed up the grading scale. He said I cheated. I didn’t cheat. I studied. Why would someone get mad at me because I studied?” Jack seemed more upset that this older boy would call him a cheater than he’d been about the bloodied nose.

“
I knew a Dunlap when I was in school,” Jared said. “He was a dweeb. I think he was considered a bully as well. I wonder if he’s his father. Christ, wouldn’t…I mean darn, wouldn’t that be funny?”

Alex laughed when Jared flushed. Candace James could cuss like a sailor when the mood struck, but she demanded that her children never do it in front of her. He’d heard her berate his father for ten minutes when he’d said “fuck” once then two days later had called the paperboy who’d thrown her newspaper in the bushes three days in a row a little “fuck-tard.” He loved her to distraction.

“
His dad is a dweeb,” Jack told him. “His name is Richard Carter Dunlap. He says it like he’s saying a prayer or something. I think he believes we should throw rose petals on the floor at open house when his dad comes in the room.”

Everyone burst out laughing and Jared said he’d look it up when he got home and let him know. He couldn’t remember the name, but he never forgot a fight. Jared slid right into the conversation they’d had earlier.

“
Hey, Jack, now that you’re going to be living here, Wills and I wanted to know if you’d like a pup? Come and It had a litter a few weeks back and we have two males and a female left. They’re beautiful puppies. You could have your pick.”

“
You have dogs named Come and It? That’s goofy. Why would you name them that?” Jack flushed. “I mean…I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to make fun of your dogs.”

Wills rubbed Jack’s head affectionately. “Don’t worry about it. They do have weird names, but I didn’t name them. I took them from this couple who didn’t realize they’d get so big. Their real names are Damn it and Come Here.”

Jack looked at her incredulously. “You’re serious? Someone named your dogs Come Here Damn It?” Wills nodded. Jack looked at him. “Mr. Alex, is that the truth?”

“
Yes, son, I’m afraid it is.” He waited for a few seconds before he continued. “You could name your dog Right Now, that way when they play together you can yell, ‘Come here damn it right now,’ and they’ll come running.”

They all laughed and the tension was broken about Mik. But when Jack found him after dinner and asked to speak to him privately before he was supposed to be in bed, Alex was nervous. He wanted this kid to love him as much as he did him. They met in the yard where there didn’t seem to be any cameras.

“
Are you going to send me away, Mr. Alex? I know that I’m not your kid, but my mom needs me. And we’ve never been apart before. Plus, there’s my grandpa Tom. He would miss me and I’d hate for him to need me and I’d be too far away for him when he needed me. I know I’m not—”