Somewhere in His Arms (47 page)

             
“That bad, eh?”

             
“Don't start! I've had enough of being thrown out doors and shoved down stairs! He can take a flying leap off The Hollywood Sign for all I care.”

             
“Well,” Rudy said, changing the subject, “have you at least spoken to your mother then?”

             
“Nah,” Alec admitted guiltily. “I emailed her a month ago, but I haven't been able to bring myself to tell her about the bugger. It would break her heart if she knew what he's become.”

             
“It's hard to get out once you've been in it so long.”

             
“How would
you
know?” Alec peered at the man intently. “Something I should know?”

             
“No!” Rudy said, insulted by the suggestion. “I just happen to be friends with
someone
who
does!”

             
“Down, boy!” Alec laughed. “I was just winding you up, mate!”

             
“Sure, you were,” Rudy didn't sound convinced. “So how's the beach house?”

             
“Fine,” Alec said, scratching his nose. “We've been going out lots, though. I don't think it's healthy for her to be cooped up, no matter how nice the place is.”

             
“Well, I'm sure it's in good hands,” Rudy said with a smile. “Think she'll like your place in London?”

             
He shrugged. “Don't know. I'm maybe thinking about the place in Yorkshire.”

             
Rudy's heavy brows drew together in surprise. “I thought that place was condemned!”

             
“It's not
that
bad,” Alec bristled.  “It just needs a bit of work.”

             
“It needs to be razed and blessed by a priest!”

             
“It's a family heirloom!”

             
“It's
a blight on humanity and
should
be put out of its misery!”

             
“Rudy,” Alec said pointedly, “Have you found out about the snitch?”

             
Caught off guard by the question, Rudy's hand jerked and his coffee cup shot out and crashed to the floor. The fine China exploded into several jagged pieces so loudly that it could be heard in the other room.

             
“What happened?” Lucy and Tia cried in unison as they came running.

             
Alec glanced at the older man who had paled considerably and was visibly shaken. He raised a questioning brow, but Rudy didn't notice. He was too busy trying to gather the remains of the shattered cup with his napkin. Tia shooed him away and got a broom and dustpan, clucking to herself over the mess.

             
Lucy cast a curious glance at her husband who merely shrugged and stood up. “Well, I guess we'd better get going,” he said, brushing breadcrumbs off his dress slacks. “Rudy, see us out will you?”

             
“Huh?” the man replied blankly and then frowned at them. “Oh, sure.” He rose and escorted them through the house, and Alec was completely floored by Rudy's reaction. He'd never seen him so discomposed.

             
Rudy called for Tia to tell her they were leaving. She hurried to the door and handed Lucy a basket full of leftovers. “For you and what's-his-face,” she said, smiling up at Alec who scowled and gave her a wink. “I'll visit soon,” she promised with a peck on Lucy's cheek.

             
“Don't wait too long,” Lucy said, getting misty-eyed herself. “I'll call.”

             
Tia dabbed at her eyes with hem of her apron. ”Take care of her!” she told Alec and gave him a little hug.
              Alec hugged her back. “I'll guard her with my life!”

             
Tia and Rudy stood in the doorway waving at them, and watched them drive off.

             
“I don't think we have to worry about her anymore, Mister Rudy,” she said, still dabbing at her eyes. “She looked
muy bonita,
didn't she?” She turned towards her employer who had an unreadable expression upon his ragged face. “Mister Rudy...?”

             
He glanced at her before heading upstairs. “Take tomorrow off, Tia,” he said as he climbed. “I have a few things I have to do.”

             
She stared up at him in wonder and went into the kitchen. As she rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, she couldn't help but think that the poor man needed a vacation.

             
He could certainly use one.

Chapter Twenty-eight

Lucy stirred from a pleas
ant slumber feeling Alec moving gently inside her, and she moaned, arching her hips into his deep thrusts. Her eyes fluttered open to find his heated blue gaze on her.

             
“Good morning, love,” he breathed, kissing her deeply.

             
“What...are... you...doing?” she gasped, kissing him back.

             
Alec groaned and devoured her creamy throat. “I couldn't wait,” he slowed his hips and eased out. She cried out in protest, gripping his shoulders. He groaned, shifting himself onto his forearms and knees, and slid back into her with aching tenderness. “Do... you mind, love?”

             
“No!” she gasped again, pulling his head down to hers. Her tongue darted into his mouth, licking and catching his soft moans while his hips began a leisured stroking. He slid his lips down her throat to savor the sweetness of her breasts and drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing until it stiffened on his tongue. Lucy's hands slid into his hair and she clasped his head to her, sobbing in delight. “Alec!”

             
He cried out and took her mouth again, unable to get enough of that honeyed nectar, and he drank deeply, his tongue plunging in and caressing hers. Then Alec gasped as she slid her tongue across his cheek and into his ear and licked and nibbled his lobe. “Darling wife!” he groaned, throwing his head back to provide her better access. She spread hot, sweet kisses over his face and neck, trailing down to his shoulder, and he let out a tortured sob as her small teeth bit down...gently.

             
She arched her back, moaning into his mouth, and utterly breathless with her excitement. His cock was moving hotly within, massaging the inner walls, and the pain that had plagued her the first few times they were together emerged faintly, becoming a glorious stretching ache that made her sob with pleasure. Her hands slid down to his flexing ass and he groaned, quickening his pace, thrusting hard and fast, deepening the exquisite torture. They gasped into each other's mouths, kissing and devouring the other in a frantic race to the finish.

             
Lucy's head fell back, her mouth opening on a gasping cry, and she bit down on his shoulder, stifling a scream. The orgasm tore through her wildly, and she dug her nails into his back, whimpering with the sweet agony. Alec pushed furiously into her tight heat, wincing all the while his cock swelled painfully, and he came shouting his release. He groaned, collapsing onto her damp body, and panted as delicious aftershocks wracked him.

             
He remained nestled in her sweet cunt as their breathing returned to normal. Alec was a little shocked at how good it was. Each time they came together, he was astounded at how quickly their tender lovemaking evolved into a furious passion. He hoped he hadn't hurt her. He could never tell. Worried he might have, he raised his head. Her eyes were closed, the long lashes resting on flushed cheeks. “Lucy?” he murmured. He touched his lips to her brow and brushed away damp locks of her hair. “Are you all right?”

             
She stirred and wiggled her hips, relishing the thickness of him deep inside. “Hmm?”

             
“Did I hurt you, love?” he whispered against her cheek.

             
“I'm fine, dear,” she sighed dreamily and opened her eyes. He was gazing down at her with concern. “I think the bed moved to Nebraska,” she quipped. “Again!”

             
Alec laughed softly, relieved. “I'll move it back.” His mouth brushed against hers tenderly. “Or we could just use a sleeping bag.”

             
She kissed his scruffy cheek and slid her arms around his neck. “Where would the fun be in that?”

             
“Oh, I don't know,” he grinned wickedly and circled his hips, grinding slowly into her soft flesh. Her lovely mouth opened and her teeth caught her bottom lip. “We could go camping and you could let me chase you around the tent.” He began to ease in and out of her slick heat again, groaning with pleasure as taut muscles massaged his stiffening cock. “What... do... you think?”

             
“Oh!” her breath trembled from between parted lips. “Oh, Alec,” she moaned, her head arching back beneath his hot kisses. “You...wouldn't...have...to chase...me,” she gasped.

             
He groaned against her breasts, his teeth nipping and tugging the succulent nipples. “No?” Alec gasped, moving over her and pressing his brow against hers. “I thought...you could...play...hard to...get.” His thrusts quickened.

             
She whimpered as frissons of delight pierced her cunt and lifted her thighs over his hips, gasping in shock as he drove deeper into the tender flesh. “Never!” she panted, drawing his head down to hers. “I-I want you always!”

             
“God, love,” he moaned, pushing slow and deep, whilst spreading passionate kisses over her face and mouth, “you feel so good.”

             
“So,” she gasped, arching her hips eagerly off the bed, “do you!”

             
“My wife!” he muttered hoarsely, riding her hard and fast. She shrieked, bucking beneath him and he sobbed his pleasure, emptying himself into her sweet body, and finally burying his face into her fragrant hair. He felt her small hands stroking down his back and sighed contentedly, grateful tears springing to his eyes at her gentle love.

* * *

             
“Stop that!” she giggled as he nuzzled her throat. “That tickles!”

             
“Where does it tickle?”

             
“I thought we were supposed to be taking a bath!” she scolded and dabbed a few bubbles onto his nose. “Behave!”

             
Alec chuckled, wiping off the perfumed suds. “I thought I was,” he reached around and cupped a small breast.

             
“Oh!” she gasped and stared down at his fingers gently stroking over the sensitive peak. “Aren't you...um...tired?” Her breath caught as he trailed kisses over her nape and across her shoulders.

             
He slid his hand down further and cupped her gently. “Making up for lost time, love,” he breathed. “Do you want me to stop?”

             
Lucy's head fell back against him. “I think... you should. I'm a bit sore.”

             
“Good sore or bad...sore?” He caressed her lightly before withdrawing his hand.

             
“Good sore,” she sighed happily, nestling against him. “And you?”

             
“Pleasantly content.”

             
“Good.” Her head turned to find him grinning from ear to ear. “Wash my back, will you?” She leaned forward.

             
“You're so bossy!” he chuckled, and lathered her slender shoulders frowning at the scars.

             
“What's wrong?' He had stiffened behind her.

             
“Nothing.”

             
“Alec...”

             
“The scars are healing nicely, love.” He forced himself to say. “In a year or so you won't be able to tell.” He swallowed hard and continued to soap her back.

             
“Yours are prettier,” she said, turning around a little to kiss him.

             
Alec shook his head in a denial and urged her to rest against him in the water. His arms enfolded her waist and he touched his lips to her ear. “What do you want to do today?”