FATED (18 page)

I couldn’t take too long luxuriating and I was in and out in fifteen minutes flat. My body was alive this evening, just with the anticipation of seeing him. The hairs on my body seemed
to be on a heightened state of alert. After creaming my body and wrapping up my hair in a towel I made my way out of the bathroom.

There he was, laid out full length on my bed, with both hands tucked underneath his head, in all his Alex glory. No wonder the hairs on my body were on end, my body knew he was here even if I wasn’t aware. His eyes were closed like he was relaxing so I took my time just to drink him in. Slightly damp mussed up hair, a bit of scruff. He was wearing blue faded jeans and a fitted blue T-shirt, which showed off his muscled physique. When I looked at the floor I could see he had kicked off his boots. I just wanted to jump him as soon as his cologne hit my nostrils.

‘You’re staring, Frankie, I can feel it.’

I didn’t answer, but after checking my bedroom door was shut I dropped my cream robe into a heap at my feet, loosened the towel on my head and ran my fingers through my wet hair. His eyes were still closed as I began to crawl naked up his stretched out torso, breathing him in as I got closer. He still didn’t open his eyes, but a smile started to make the corners of his mouth twitch and his dimples come out to play. He moved suddenly and rolled me underneath him. He looked at me like I was the only person he had ever cared about and right at that moment in time it was the only thing I wanted to believe. His tongue licked gently at the seam of my mouth to gain entrance. I opened and we began our dance, slow and exploring, teeth gently nipping at each other’s lips. I would gladly lose my mind being kissed like this. We spent several minutes loving each other with our mouths. He finally broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine.

‘So, Miss Jones, you love me?’

‘I do,’ I answered in a timid voice.

‘I love you, Frankie... I’ve been in love with you for so long, it’s fantastic to hold you in my arms and finally say the words. I’ve needed to say them to you, so badly.’ He closed his eyes, as if he was reliving the yearning for me. I wanted to cry with the emotion of being here with him now and hearing this beautiful man declare his love for me. A tear slipped out of the corner of my eye just as he opened his. The hand that was running through my wet hair moved suddenly and he wiped the tear away.

‘One day soon, I’m going to ask you to be my wife, Frankie and you better be ready to say yes... I can’t live without you and I will not let you go.’

‘I love you so much, Alex, I think I have loved you since Coronado.’ I hated saying the name, but we couldn’t spend the rest of our lives just skirting around the issue.

‘I don’t blame you for JJ’s death, I know now how much you loved him,’ there I’d said it, it was out there. It was my turn to wipe a tear as it came running down his cheek. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, placing gentle kisses here and there as he held on to
me so tight I could barely breathe. Right at this moment I didn’t care and I held him back, like my life depended on it.  He rolled us back over just as suddenly and released some of his grip on me. He had both of his hands on my naked bum cheeks now and he was rubbing them soothingly and simultaneously. I realised very quickly that coming over here naked was probably a big mistake as each hand took a turn to swat my arse, so hard both cheeks stung. I gasped out loud.

‘That, baby, was for making me suspend a very important meeting, with the whole board, for ten minutes, just so I could shoot my load in a very cramped bathroom.’

He winked at me and rubbed my bare cheeks with both hands. Surprisingly the pain dissipated and was replaced by a very much heightened sense of awareness, in and around my pussy, and as usual when around this man, moisture started to pool at the top of my thighs.

Who would have thought it? I like him smacking my arse?

‘OK, baby, we have a dinner reservation in thirty minutes, you need to put some clothes on, and quickly. I can smell your arousal...’ He inhaled just to reiterate what he was saying was true. ‘Before you ask I have placed your panties back in your drawer.’ I looked at him questioningly, ‘I need full access, Miss Smooth.’ He laughed at the expression on my face. I was unsure whether playing him at this game would be to my benefit now, I was OK playing games in the safety of my bedroom.

Can I play them in a very public restaurant?

I really wasn’t sure, but I could see by the look on his face I was about to find out. I dressed quickly and dried my hair, leaving it down and put on my normal makeup but with the added addition of some subtly smoked eyes. Alex watched, sitting at the foot of my bed, elbows pressed to his knees and hands clasped together. He caught me staring at him in the reflection of my mirror.

‘My hands are clasped together, so I don’t reach out for you and tear off the clothes you have just put on. I mean for us to make it out to that restaurant this evening if it kills me, and it probably will.’ His face had lost all sense of playfulness and I could see the expression was one of determination. I just couldn’t help myself. It had to be said I was my own worst enemy at times. I grabbed my black high boots and put them on my feet by placing a foot next to him on the edge of the bed. I knew that by doing that my wrap-around, black dress would open up somewhat and give him an eyeful.

His fault, right?
He put away my knickers after all.

It was all I could do to not laugh at my cunning plan. The dress fell open and he inhaled again deeply.

‘MINE... other boot on... NOW.’ He jumped up from the bed and grabbed his leather jacket and my cardigan, holding it out to me. I quickly placed my arms into the held up garment and he whispered into my ear, using his scruff to its usual sensual effect.

‘Teasing, baby... deserves an equal punishment,’ his deep voice sent vibrations throughout the length of my body. ‘Playing with fire will get you burnt.’ He grinned now and his eyes were alight once again. I could feel my eyes open wide in astonishment. He took my hand and led me out of my bedroom and across to exit the apartment so quickly I didn’t even hear Bella return my goodbye. This was going to be an interesting meal.

Twenty-Seven

The drive was short to the restaurant. He was
right when he said it was only a couple of blocks away. But I was grateful to be in the car, the night was that cold. I glanced down at our entwined hands, the only time we had not been connected to each other since the apartment was when he had shut my door and ran around to his. Automatic cars have their bonuses, so it seemed. No gear stick equals continuous hand holding. The warmth coming from his large hand was being soaked up by my cold one.

I wouldn’t have ever noticed the restaurant, it was set back somewhat in a small side street. By the looks of the tired decor it was an old family run business. We pulled up outside and a young waiter hurried out, to open my door. Alex walked around to me and threw the Range Rover keys to the waiter, to park it I presumed. He took hold of my hand and led me in. The gorgeous aroma of herbs and fresh tomatoes hit my palette and my mouth began to immediately salivate. I hadn’t realised just how hungry I was until that moment. An elderly waiter led us over to a darkened table in the corner, at the back of the room, much to my relief. I didn’t know what Alex had up his sleeve, but the less visible I was could only be a good thing.

Alex helped me off with my cardigan and handed it to the waiter along with his leather jacket, which seemed a shame as I was enjoying the whole bad boy persona it was giving off. It went hand in hand with the feeling of vulnerability that was coursing through my nervous system.

‘Frankie... relax,’ he whispered in my ear as he ran his fingers down my spine. It made my hips react as normal and they jerked forward in response. He caressed one of my bum cheeks as we waited for the waiter to spruce up the table. The warmth spreading through to my skin was bringing the nerve endings alive again.

Ok so hopefully the teasing was going to be restrained?

I could hear his deep voice conversing with the waiter, but the only thing I could concentrate on was the movement of his hand.

‘Sit, Frankie,’ he motioned for me to slide in first. I did just that, consciously holding my wrap dress together for modesty. I could not believe how different my pussy felt, completely bare with no knickers on. It felt more aware of him, I didn’t know if that was even possible. Right then I was embracing my inner tart, it seemed.

‘Do you know this is the first proper meal we have ever shared, Frankie?’ I glanced up at him now, and began to relax. He took both of my hands in his.

‘I hope you’re a woman who enjoys good food? I can’t stand a picky eater, someone who just sucks on a piece of lemon.’ He grinned at me now and I could feel my body just sinking into the comfy cushion on the corner seat.

‘You’re going to wish I was, Alex, I can eat like a horse, why do you think I run every day.’ He put his fingers to my chin and lifted my head slowly. Gazing into my eyes he slowly tilted his head towards mine and kissed me chastely. But with so much meaning behind it, I felt I could have melted.

‘I can think of a better way to exercise, baby,’ he pulled away bestowing a wink on me.

We selected some dishes to share from the menu as the waiter left our drinks.

‘OK,’ I blurted out, ‘I think we could do with sharing some information with each other. I mean I know more about Nathan than I do about you.’ Alex leant back and exhaled.

‘Yeah, good idea. Fire away.’ His demeanour seemed somewhat guarded but his face was smiling. So I pushed ahead.

‘Well you have me at a disadvantage, don’t you? You seem to be aware of all my family’s shortcomings and problems, even our bereavements. But I only know you and Nathan and that you lost your father.’ He physically stiffened. I brushed over it. After a few seconds of silence, he began to let me in.

‘Fair enough, Frankie. I am one of 3 boys, born to James and Margaret Blackmore. I’m the eldest; hence I am named after my father. I am 29 years old, soon to be 30. Stop me when you’ve heard enough won’t you?’ He looked at me laughing and picked up my hands again in his. ‘Nathan and Scott are twins; they are 20 months younger than me. Our mother had it tough when our father died and unfortunately married the first man, and I
say that loosely, that came along.’ He stopped and took a drink. ‘But we gained Ruby our stepsister and that was a blessing. You know about my schooling and military history and now I am CEO in my father’s company. Oh and my favourite colour is anything you’re wearing as underwear.’ I looked into his eyes and could see the humour dancing.

‘Do you enjoy your job?’

‘Not really, it just came with being the eldest. I admire Nathan for doing what he’s passionate about, he just up and left High School and went with what he wanted to do... unfortunately being the eldest comes with a level of responsibility.’

‘So if you could do anything, what would you do?’ I released one hand from his and started to draw the outline of a square on the tablecloth.

‘I would build things,’ a boyish grin took over his face and once again I felt captivated by the man. ‘My degree from Cambridge is in structural engineering... So I would build things,’ he lifted his hand and tucked some loose hair behind my ear. The touch sent electrical currents coursing down my body. ‘My father’s company buys other companies, strips them down and sells the pieces to the highest bidder. It’s soul destroying really, but I am somewhat governed by the board.’ Alex let out a deep sigh. ‘What else do you want to know?’

‘What does Scott do, does he work at the company?’ I smiled in encouragement, as if I realised just how difficult it was for him to open up to me. I was finding it harder to concentrate on the interrogation; as his hand had now landed on my knee closest to him. I could feel the cold of his wrist watch and the burn of his fingertips as they made small circles on the inside of my leg. The two opposing temperatures were making this conversation extremely difficult to concentrate on. I stared at the green and white table cloth, and willed my mind and body to come back into the conversation I was trying so desperately to have. So that was his game, his huge hand was on the move now and was slowly and purposefully making its way up the inside of my thigh. Instinctively I started to press my legs tighter together, forcing his movements to at least slow down.

‘Scott is an artist, he paints and he sculpts. Although he has been ill for a while, so he hasn’t produced anything lately... I have no idea where his talent comes from. But it is an exceptional talent and I am really proud of him.’ He didn’t need to say the last sentence as I could tell by the way his face lit up, like a proud father.

Did I really think that?

It had just made my situation a whole lot worse, I would love him to be the daddy of my babies.... my God it was like my ovaries were exploding at the very thought and a further rush of wet hit the top of my thighs. I let out an involuntary moan and it was greeted with a pinch on the inside of my thigh.

‘Ouch.’ That brought me back to the conversation with a bump. I raised my eyes quickly to see him smirk. He leant towards me and closed the slight gap between us.

‘Moans are for my ears only, baby,’ Alex whispered into my ear, just making the whole bloody situation much, much worse.

Saved by the waiter!

The rather elderly man came back to our table, with an enormous amount of food. As I studied the serving trolley further, I could now see that it contained several small dishes of food. The food smelt and looked simply dazzling. My stomach rumbled in appreciation. Alex’s hand started to move further up my thigh as he conversed with the waiter and thanked him for the spread now in front of us. I didn’t miss the euphemism.

‘I thought we could share all the dishes, and I have ordered one of everything on the menu, just so you could taste them all.’

‘That sounds great, I can’t wait to start. I hadn’t appreciated just how hungry I was until he presented us with all this.’ I smiled at him, just taking in now that I had no knife and fork to eat with.

‘I’m feeding you, Frankie. There is nothing more erotic than being fed with mouth watering flavours and textures. There’s nothing more loving than being looked after and loved by someone so much that they feed you. It’s a primal thing.’

‘OK... just as long as you don’t start throwing me over your shoulder like a caveman when we leave, who am I to protest?’ I said the words and shot him a huge smile but actually I was registering quite quickly that I would bloody love this gorgeous hunk of a man to throw me over his shoulder.

So the onslaught on my senses began, along with the torturous caressing of my inner thigh, getting higher and higher, towards the place I now needed him so desperately to touch. The marvellous tastes and textures entered my mouth via his hand; God forbid if a little was left on my lips because he gently wiped it with a finger and made me suck it off. I had several times tried to retain the finger inside the cavern of my mouth, but I was greeted with a small pinch of my inner thigh, and a raise of his eyebrows. My body started to move closer and closer to the edge and he still hadn’t even touched me properly yet.

‘So your stepsister Ruby, tell me about her?’ I needed to normalise the conversation and quickly before I really lost it and started having a “when Harry met Sally” moment.

I watched as he smiled again, he could see exactly why I was trying to engage him in a normal conversation. He understood my body better than I did, already.

‘Well she is a story unto herself. She’s a real firecracker, a real force to be reckoned with. She majored in business at school; like me, she was also sent away to boarding school in Switzerland. She’s more equipped to run my father’s business than I am, but our family is very old and as a lady she has social engagements, charity commitments etc., that must be adhered to. She’s allowed to sit on the board and advice, but that’s it... One day though I know she will have
had enough. I really want to be there when she tells my mother where to go. At the moment though she seems content to be at home and I am grateful, she keeps an eye on Scott for me.’

‘And your mother?’ I questioned. He just shook his head.

‘No let’s not go there; she isn’t worth the time or the effort.’

The conversation was halted there, and I knew once again it was deliberate on his part. A very large finger had just made it to the folds covering my pussy. My teeth clamped down on the fork full of food that had just entered my mouth. I needed to do something; else the whole of this small quaint restaurant would be aware of exactly just what was going on under the very well laundered and starched, green and white tablecloth. I was now staring at it so hard; I knew I would be able to see the pattern in my sleep. Alex carefully removed the fork from my mouth and he kissed me chastely on the lips. His finger entered me and I felt him groan against me. ‘So fucking wet, baby... so fucking wet.’

I was on fire. The blood in my veins had become molten lava. He slowly began to stroke the said finger backwards and forwards in a come hither movement. My mind was no longer on food; it was just trying to work out how the hell I could orgasm without disturbing the relaxed scene in front of me. Of all these couples in here and no one else seemed to have any hands under their tablecloth.

Just when I thought I could breathe again, I glanced at the delicious bad boy next to me. My want for him became all consuming, as I watched his Adams apple bob up and down as he struggled to retain his seat. I reached over and grabbed hold of his cock through his jeans and just like that it was game over, he pulled out his finger making me gasp in the process. No one heard though, as he stood abruptly and asked for the bill.

He whispered to me, ‘Move quickly, baby... else I’ll throw you over my shoulder.’

‘You wouldn’t?’

He raised his eyebrows, the start of a smile just teasing the very corners of his mouth, and licked his lips as he leant down on the table with both hands. His cologne was enveloping all of my senses.

‘Try me, baby... please try me.’ His eyes found mine. I smiled and stood up adjusting my dress. It had become very apparent that I also needed to get home quickly.

Alex drove fast and purposefully, who would have known that just watching him skilfully handle a car would turn me on more. After pulling up outside of the building, he helped me out of my seat and strode into the entrance. I felt very much like the little woman as I scurried along behind him. Normally I would have bawled him out, but I was just as eager to get where we were going as he was. He politely threw the keys at George in the foyer and said goodnight. Finally, the doors closed on the lift.

Alex pushed me abruptly against the wall, trapping me with the sheer weight of his body on mine. He used one of his large hands to hold both of mine above my head. His mouth lunged straight for my neck, the place that he knew he could find my inner tart button. He kissed, nipped and licked up and down until I could audibly hear myself gasping. I longed to run my hands through his hair. The more I pulled against his hold, the tighter he restrained me. That only added more heat to my already burning body. The lift sounded, letting us know it had reached its destination. Alex freed my hands just as the doors opened. He lifted me by the waist and placed me over his shoulder, in one movement. I literally squealed and burst out laughing, what the hell.