Aligned: Volume 2 (12 page)

“Put your hands around my neck.” I do, and he picks me up. My prosthesis is still lying on the floor at the foot of the bed, so I allow him to carry me, and I love every minute of his strong arms around me protecting me. I love how he can be soft, gentle, and caring one minute, and then turn into the rough monster that pulls my orgasms from me the next. I think back to last night, to the two mind-blowing orgasms I experienced. Something I couldn’t even do for myself before without causing panic or guilt.
 

He places me down in the doorway to his bedroom. He takes each hand and ties the rope around them. Throwing the loose ends on the other side of the door, he then closes the door. My arms stretch over my head, as I stand naked on one leg leaning against the doorway. I’m completely as his mercy, which makes me grow wetter, even though he has barely touched me yet. Gone is the panic, guilt, or need for control. As soon as he said he loved me and wanted more, it was as if he broke some kind of spell holding me hostage. It just vanished.
 

“We need some kind of word you can say if I go too far and you need me to stop.”
 

I stare at him. “No, we don’t. I trust you. You won’t go too far. I live for the pain, just as you do.”
 

He smirks as he moves closer to me. “I know you do.” He moves away from me to grab a condom from the drawer and something else. I can’t see quite what it is until I feel the sting of its black threads on my breasts. He tortures my breasts over and over with the sting of the crop. I scream and moan and writhe against the ties holding my arms in place. The pain and pleasure each touch brings me is amazing. I watch his body grow harder with each strike as he enjoys watching me enjoy the touch of the crop. I know he likes to feel the pain too, and I wonder how I’m going to be able to let him feel it with my hands tied high over my head.
 

Suddenly, I feel his body against me, his cock pressing on my dripping pussy. Our lips meet easily but are gentle as we’re both still sore from last night.
 

“Oh fuck,” I groan as he pushes inside me in one quick movement. Expanding me to my limits. He grabs my thighs, and suddenly, I’m off the floor as he holds me in his strong arms. He releases me with one hand, and I panic a little that he’s going to drop me.
 

“I got you,” he says, pinching my nipple. I squeal and immediately relax as he works my nipple with his fingers and thrusts inside me. The mix of soreness and pleasure overwhelms my body with each thrust as we both reach higher. He moves his hand to my clit to make sure I’ll come with him. When we are both close, I squeeze around him as hard as I can, giving him the pain he seeks. He growls into my shoulder as we both come in sweet agony.
 

He immediately unties me and brings me back to bed where he wraps me in his arms. I know if we stay like this, we will both drift off to sleep and waste away the day with fucking and sleeping.
 

I try to sit up on the bed, but Landon’s strong arms hold me in place.
 

“What about Caroline?” I ask, and suddenly, we are both sitting up in bed. His eyes focused on mine trying to read me.
 

“What about Caroline?” he asks confused.
 

“Are you and Caroline going to still … you know?”
 

He looks at me incredulously before laughing. “No, that’s over. We haven’t since I met you.”
 

“Really?”
 

He nods still chuckling. “Really. I’m yours just as you are mine. There won’t be anyone else as long as we are together, which I envision will be a long, long time.” He pauses. “There are too many delicious positions I want to fuck you in to give you up anytime soon,” he teases. I smile satisfied with his answer.
 

“I’m still planning to go back to New York.”
 

He frowns at that. “Why?”
 

“Because I need to. I need to find out about my past. Then I can truly move on without that baggage hanging over me.”
 

“I’m going with you,” he says not asking. He never asks, and I find I don’t want him to.
 

“Okay,” I say smiling.
 

“Okay,” he says repeating my words.
 

I don’t want to wait to make you mine

I love you, you, you

We walk through the airport toward security and my anxiety increases. We have been together less than forty-eight hours – forty-eight glorious hours – but Alex has yet to experience my real life. She has yet to be swarmed in public or have everything she does photographed, twisted, and then displayed on every magazine cover in America. This four-day trip to New York City could change all of that, and I’m not sure how she’s going to react.
 

This trip makes me nervous for other reasons than just dealing with my fame. We agreed to four days. Four days to find out what we can about her past, and then we would decide after that what is best for her memory. Whether she needs to stay in New York longer or if just traveling back and forth will work better. I’m afraid once she sees New York and starts to remember her past that her future will no longer include me.
 

I hand the TSA agent my ID and ticket waiting for her to recognize me and blow my cover, but the older woman doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, even after I take off my ball cap and sunglasses covering my face.
 

“You’re being ridiculous. Nobody is going to recognize you,” Alex says next to me. She throws her bag onto the conveyor belt for security and steps through the metal detector with ease. I step forward having to take my sunglasses and hat off again. I place them in the machine and then step through quickly trying to avoid eye contact with everyone around me. She just laughs as I take her lips in mine kissing her hard while we wait for our bags to get through the X-ray machine. I figure if her face covers mine, nobody will notice who I am. As soon as my sunglasses and cap make their way through the machine, I slip them back on, grab her hand, and hurry toward our gate where we can hopefully find some privacy.
 

We are riding up an escalator when I see the first flash. I don’t see where it’s coming from, and it can’t be the paparazzi; they would be stuck on the other side of security. As we step off, I see another flash and then another. Shit! I know this photographer. He was the one who got the photos of Caroline and me.
 

“Hey!” I shout to the man hoping to reason with him not to publish the photos of Alex and me walking hand in hand through the airport.
 

He waves grinning at me before shouting to a group of people. “That’s Landon Davis over there.”
 

Suddenly, people everywhere are attacking us. Asking for selfies and autographs. I just take Alex’s hand, pulling hard, as we practically run through the airport. I find a small janitor’s closet, and we duck inside to escape the crowd. Alex is laughing the whole time, not understanding the seriousness of what just happened back there.
 

“It was just some girls. Relax, Landon, they aren’t going to post those photos anywhere other than their Twitter page, which isn’t going to get national attention.”
 

“No, but I know the first photographer. He was the one who took the photos of Caroline and me. I don’t know how he does it, but he always finds me. Those pictures will be on every magazine cover by tomorrow morning.”
 

“Oh, shit!” Alex says as she paces in the small closet. “I can’t let Laura see us together. I can’t do that to her. It would destroy her to know I moved on so quickly.” I nod in understanding. It would also piss off Caroline to see us together, but I don’t tell her that. I take my phone from my pocket and hit Drew’s number.
 

He answers on the second ring. I don’t bother with formalities or greeting. “Drew, I need you to do damage control.”
 

I focus my eyes on Alex as she watches me talk to Drew about what angle he could throw to the magazines to keep them from speculating about our relationship.
 

“We will have to give them new photos of you and Caroline together,” Drew says. I hate it. Alex will hate it, but I know it’s the only way to keep Alex out of the spotlight for now.
 

“Do it,” I say ending the call. I turn back to Alex’s worried eyes. “It’s taken care of,” I say to Alex.
 

“Maybe this was a mistake.”

I brush her hair out of her face and tilt her chin up to look in her gorgeous green eyes. “This. Is. Not. A. Mistake. We will do this slowly and carefully so that we don’t hurt anybody, but the only way to heal our hearts is to be together.”
 

I press my lips firmly to hers, tangling my hand in her wavy hair as I press our bodies together with urgency, letting her know how much I still need her despite taking her body over and over again in the last forty-eight hours. My erection is already hard when she deepens the kiss. I open my eyes ready to pull away after I made my point, but I see the wicked gleam in her eyes and I know this isn’t ending here.
 

“You’re insatiable,” I say smirking. I flick the lock on the door hoping it will keep anybody at bay long enough to become decent again if someone tries to open the door. I don’t really care about displaying our affection if someone walked in on us. I’m more worried about the pictures and press that would come with it. Then no matter what damage control Drew does, we would be fucked.
 

Alex attacks me first, her claws digging into my chest as she kisses her way up and down my neck. I growl loving the way she marks me as hers. She moves her hand down my body squeezing my cock hard beneath my sweatpants as I moan loudly. I grab her hand pulling her toward me needing one last taste of her lips. Our tongues move in unison tasting more and more of each other. I walk her back until her ass hits the counter behind her. I spin her around holding her breast with one hand, her hip with my other. I bend her over the counter rubbing my cock against her ass. She moans with pleasure.
 

“Grab onto the counter. Don’t let go,” I threaten.
 

She moans but does it anyway. I pull her pants down rubbing her ass then moving to her already dripping pussy.
 

“Always so wet for me,” I groan as I let the wetness cover my fingers. I move my hand quickly over her clit building her quickly. She wiggles her ass with every touch from the pleasure I’m bringing her.
 

“Fuck me,” she says growing impatient. I take my cock out, and rub it against her ass, teasing her body with my touch. She pants harder as I tease her entrance with my cock over and over but never push in.
 

“Please,” she begs between pants.
 

I grab her hair pulling it hard as I thrust into her. “Fuck, Landon,” she screams before realizing where she is. I move my hand to cover her mouth.
 

“Don’t scream.” I thrust inside her harder as I continue flicking her clit with my thumb. I feel her moan against my hand.
 

“Don’t make a sound, or I’m going to punish you so hard when we get to the hotel.”
 

I thrust again deeper, and she whimpers against my hand. I remove my hand and slap her ass hard as I move again. She whimpers louder loving the touch. Finally, I push her over the edge with a flick of her clit and a bite to her shoulder. Her soft moans send me over the edge right after her. I dispose of the condom in the trashcan and pull both of our sweats back up before turning her around to look at me. A dreamy look covers her face.
 

She smiles up at me.
 

“Come on. We have a plane to catch.”
 

“Where we can join the mile high club?” she asks raising her eyebrows at me.
 

I just shake my head taking her hands in mine as we exit the closet. “You’re insatiable,” I mumble to myself. And you’re all mine.
 

“Just keep breathing,” I hear again.
 

I hate cemeteries, but I need to do this today. I need to be here for closure. So I can feel at peace with my decision to be with Landon. I step out of the cab and walk until I see it. The simple gravestone marked Ethan Wolfe, beloved son. It’s sad that even on his gravestone it doesn’t even say beloved husband.
 

Landon hangs back at the cab. He’s been amazing so far. Giving me space when I need it and being there for comfort when I need it. We visited my mother’s grave earlier. I hoped I would feel something, break down in tears. Anything. Nothing happened, though. Not one tear welled in my eyes.
 

I kneel before the stone and place the flowers I brought at the base. I pause waiting to feel some emotion before I begin what I came here to say. “Hi, Ethan. I’m sorry I haven’t visited before. I moved to LA for surgery and had a hard time coming back. But that’s not a good excuse. I’m here to tell you I’m sorry. I’m sorry for forgetting you. But I know that when we were married I loved you with every fiber of my being. I loved you deeply and truly. I’m so sorry our time was cut so short. We should have had forever together. I’m giving you back these rings to hold onto for me.” I take my wedding and engagement rings out of my pocket before I dig a small hole at the base of his headstone. I place them in the hole, and I cover them up with the dry dirt. “I’m not sure how things work in heaven or if there is a heaven, but if there is, you might need them to give to another girl or maybe to give back to me then if that’s how things work. But I need you to know I found someone else. I never intended to, and I don’t know if it’s fair to your memory so soon, but the heart doesn’t believe in fairness. It just loves. I hope you want me to be happy and continue to feel love because I don’t know how else to live. I hope you are at peace.” I stand up and pause for a moment. “Good-bye, Ethan.” I walk away as I let a single tear fall down my cheek.