The Redemption (Charlotte Bloom Book 2) (16 page)

“On a scale of one to ten, how wasted are you?” he said, grinning and leading me out the front door. I called out to the rest of the bar.

“Goodnight, you lovely, lovely people! ‘Twas fun,” I slurred. I smiled up at Alec as he led me out. “I’m like a five,” I lied. I was more like a seven or eight. “Will you fuck me now?”

He laughed and shook his head. We walked into the night.
When had it gotten dark?
Sometime in the middle of a Dead Kennedy’s cover, probably. I felt my breath catch in my throat from the cold. I tensed, and the muscles in my back spasmed. Alec gripped me tightly as the strong wind snow swirled all around us. We walked quickly to the car, and the lilting
beep beep
of the electronic key signaled that the doors were unlocked. I threw myself forward and jumped in before Alec had a chance to open my door. I needed the butt-warmer, stat.

“Here,” he said, turning the key and starting the engine. “We can stay in here for a while,” he breathed, rubbing his hands together.

I felt the warm air from the fans start to get hot and I relaxed back into the seat. I was warm. I would not freeze to death. I was a California girl now, through and through. I couldn’t handle
this
type of weather. I felt my seat start to warm, too. The sensation was pleasant.

“Won’t the battery die?” I asked, pointing to the warm heat. “Or something?”

“Nope. Engine’s on. I’m not planning on staying here all night, so we’re good. We have a full tank of gas.”

“How long are we stuck here?” I mused, crooking a smile.

“A couple of hours, probably. Why?” he scowled, looking at me suspiciously.

“I know what we can do for a couple of hours.”

“I was thinking that,” he said seriously, looking out of his window.

I gasped.

“What?! Seriously?”

“You’ll have to sober up first, of course. I
am
a gentleman.”

“No, you’re not,” I giggled, and he continued to scowl at me. “One of the first conversations we had was about my nipples,” I laughed, remembering how he’d commented on my see-through shirt.

“I was just pointing it out,” he said, grinning. “Glad you remember.”

“Oh, I remember,” I whispered. “I’m sober now, Alec.”

“Nice try. Eat these,” he countered, pushing a bag of chips and a bottle of water towards me.

I sulked, but ate them quickly. My mouth was really raw now, and the heat was making me sleepy.

“I’m tired,” I said, leaning back into the seat.

“Why don’t you take a nap?”

Before I could register his words, I was out.

***

I awoke with a start and stared ahead into complete and total darkness. I couldn't remember where I was, but then Alec stirred next to me, and I realized we were still in the car, engine on, just loitering outside of the pub. The clock said eleven. I’d only been asleep for a couple of hours. I felt infinitely more sober, almost back to normal. I looked over at Alec, who was grinning at me.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, clearly amused. “You must’ve been having an awfully erotic dream about me. You kept moaning and calling out my name.”

I sat up and glared at him, though I wasn’t sure if he could see me clearly enough to catch my expression.

“Yeah, well, at least
one
version of Alec has to put out, I suppose,” I teased. I could vaguely remember my dream—Alec on top of me, kissing me, kissing my neck… it had been the best dream. “Did you sleep?”

“No, just watched you.”

“That’s slightly creepy. You’re lucky I think you’re handsome.”

“Is that so?”

“God, yes,” I breathed. “Alec… I’m sober. I promise I am this time. On a scale of one to ten, I’m like a one. Maybe a two.”

“I know.”

I felt him gaze at me through the darkness, and his breathing became heavier and slower, but louder. I realized that he was probably turned on—watching me squirm in my sleep, knowing my dream was about him… I sat up straighter, feeling the clenching inside of me grow stronger as I realized what I was about to say, what I was about to
beg
for
.

“I can’t hold back any longer,” I confessed. “I need you, Alec. I need you right now.”

I felt my whole body caving. I would not be able to restrain myself. The tension between us right now—today in general—had the power to crack the windows of the Mercedes. The pit of my stomach was on fire; my legs and every other limb were tingling. I felt my breaths coming in shallow and fast. My heart was beating a thousand beats per second. I had promised Alec that I would hold off, but here, with him… I would beg him until it happened. I would strip naked and wait for him to come around if I had to.

“Charlotte…” Alec whispered, leaning in close to my ear. I was going to lose it. The slightest touch would send me over the edge.

“Don’t do that. I won’t be able to help myself if you’re that close to me,” I said, rubbing my hands together from the cold. Except I wasn’t cold. I was hot. I was so hot. My cheeks were flushed; my whole body felt like it was being engulfed in flames.

“Well... I think you've redeemed yourself enough,” Alec said, running his finger along my jaw, igniting my skin beneath his touch. Without saying a word, he climbed into the back seat. If that wasn’t an invitation, I didn’t know what was.

“Really?” I clambered in behind him.

“Really.”

“Alec,” I moaned, about four seconds away from kissing him. “I love you. I'll always love you. Kindred spirits, remember?” He grinned. “I want to start a life with you here. I want to marry you one day.” I wasn't holding anything back. “I want to love you forever.” Alec had his hands cupping my face as I said this, and I realized he was nodding along with me.

“I've never wanted anything more,” he said, his face two inches away from mine. He closed his eyes and put his forehead against mine, gripping my head with his hands. “Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything. I'll do anything.”

“Don't ever hurt me again,” he said, looking at me with sad eyes.

“I will never hurt you again. I promise you. I swear to you.”

“Good,” he answered quietly, his eyes fluttering closed again.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, and his pupils were round and black—I could see him clearly now. The single street lamp outside our car window had illuminated his face. I saw the longing behind his dark eyelashes. My heart thumped against my chest loudly, even though I knew that was impossible.
Yes, heart, I know you’re in there.

This was it. The moment I'd been begging him for since I first saw him a few days ago.

“You're mine, Charlotte.” He slowly brushed his lips against mine, and my body burst into flames. I could've died and gone to heaven a happy camper at that very moment. There was nothing like the feeling of kissing Alec. It was sensual, passionate, and it felt so right. We began to kiss faster and faster, breathing heavily. I had my hands in his hair, pulling softly. I laid down in the back seat, bringing Alec with me. I loved the feeling of him on top of me. His weight was sexy, sturdy, and comforting all at the same time. The pit in my stomach extended downwards, flushing my entire pelvic region.

“Yes. Yours,” I repeated between kisses. “I'll always be yours and yours alone.” My hips bucked unconsciously. I needed this. I could feel myself turn into a hungry vampire, thirsty for blood—I had one thing and one thing only on my mind. I swear, my libido had never been this frantic, but for some reason, Alec’s presence sent all of that into overdrive. I didn’t mind. I knew he was just as frantic.

He growled lowly, nibbling my ear, and sat up, pinning me to the large leather seat below us. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Holy shit. His tanned, muscular abdomen was lean and powerful. My mouth was watering at the sight before me. His messy hair fell into his black, soulful eyes. He threw his shirt into the trunk. The car was already getting steamy. I propped myself up and ripped my sweater off as quickly as I could, flinging it in the general direction of the trunk, not caring where the hell it decided to land. My breathing was growing heavier and heavier by the second. I felt like I might come before he was even inside of me.

My back arched and I let out a loud moan as he took his pants off and his erect penis greeted me. My whole body filled with yearning. As he slowly bent down, unbuckling my pants and taking them off, one leg at a time, I moaned again. I had waited too long to do this. I spread my legs and beckoned him closer, grabbing at his muscular thigh. He resisted, then lowered his head, starting the entire process unexpectedly.

I screamed as his tongue flicked my clitoris back and forth. This. Was. The. Best. Feeling. Ever. I arched my back even more, crying out for him to go harder; faster. What I really needed was for him to fuck me. I didn’t want to come with his head in my sex. I wanted to come with him, simultaneously. I reluctantly drew away, and he looked up, surprised.

“I want to come with you,” I explained, coyly. He grinned.

My entire pelvic region was throbbing and I could feel the slickness between my thighs. This needed to happen, and it needed to happen fast. Before Alec could dictate anything, I bounced forward and wrapped my legs around him. He was already seated, so it was easy. I touched my wet sex to him and glided up and down his penis for a minute, him not yet entering me. I watched him moan and look at me with the same exact hungry eyes that I was sure I possessed as well. He wanted to be inside of me. He licked my nipples quickly, looking up at me, and his breathing grew rapid and loud.

I bent down and kissed him slowly, moving my pelvis up a bit to ease his large penis in. As soon as I had it in, he bucked his hips, going deep, sending an earth-shattering wave of pleasure throughout my entire body. I screamed. I took control and started to bounce up and down quickly, feeling myself almost ready to come. He felt so. Damn. Good. I couldn’t control it. He bucked his hips again and I leaned back, letting him fuck me from a lower angle. I bobbed up and down as he went deeper and harder, and with every thrust, I felt myself get closer and closer to the grand finale. I was out of control. My whole body had turned into a pleasure machine. If I knew sex could feel this good, I would’ve done it much more often.

I heard Alec cry out and suddenly, I was coming too. I slid up and down as quickly as possible, not wanting it to end. I guess Alec had the same idea, because in one swift movement, he pinned me underneath him and started to fuck me again. He kissed me as he rammed into me over and over, throwing in a hard or deep thrust every once in a while, sending me over the edge. We were both crying out, and in between bursts of yelling and profanity I would take his face in my hands and meet his lips, kissing him as he moved his hips in smooth rotations. I felt myself climax around his penis, and I cried out so loud it might’ve sounded like I was being murdered inside his car rather than having the best sex of my entire fucking life.

The fact that I was coming again so soon sent Alec over the edge too, and he started to come for the second time, gripping my hair as he moved roughly on top of me, thrusting hard and deep now, smacking against my thighs. I clutched his arm, bucking my hips with him as the last of it went through his body. He collapsed onto me. We were both breathing heavily, like we’d just run a mile. We sat there, him still inside of me, for a few minutes, processing everything. He kissed my forehead and pulled out, sitting up.

“I was an idiot for waiting so long to do that,” he gestured to me. “Wow.”

“You
were
an idiot for waiting so long,” I agreed.

I threw my clothes on, and Alec handed me a tissue to clean up. I smiled gratefully. The air was humid with our sweat and heavy breathing. I wondered if the storm was still going. The warmth of the car and pure bodily satisfaction at that moment were enough to lull me into another deep sleep. I could feel the heavy pull, my eyelids drooping, as I climbed into the front seat. I vaguely heard Alec muttering something about how the roads were open now, and that he would be driving home. I rested my head in the soft leather seat and the car started forward.

I closed my eyes, smiling widely.

***

The next morning, I woke up clad in my fleece pajamas with Alec’s hot body wrapped around me. My head pounded. I was grotesquely hungover it seemed. I peeled his sweaty limbs off of me and got up to pee. I had to take some Advil or something. I couldn’t remember getting home last night. I knew we had been at the pub and that we had had sex in the car, but Alec must’ve carried me inside and changed me.

Before I got to the bathroom, I noticed a full glass of water and two green pills on my nightstand.
He always thought of everything.
I swallowed the pills and drank the whole glass down. I got up to shower and looked over at the bed as Alec stirred. He turned around and curled up into a ball. I clutched my fist to my heart. He was
so damn cute,
even though I knew he hated it when I called him cute.