Chapter 15
An exhilarating twenty minutes later they were parked at a secluded cove overlooking the bay.
Across the sea Alex could make out the lighthouse on the cliff top.
The uplighters in the grounds showcased its beauty; even at this distance it was a breath taking building.
He wondered lazily if the owner would consider selling it; he could get comfortable here.
His lease would run out soon and then he would have to go back to London.
First thing tomorrow he would get Izzie to ring the estate agents. Everyone had their price.
Dragging him from his reverie Grace took his hand, leading him to a grassy embankment where she pulled him down to sit, allowing herself to then lay out beside him and rest her head in his lap.
Alex ran his hand through her hair, smoothing it out over his legs as he brushed it away from her face.
She really was stunning and unexpected. He would never have imagined her owning a motorcycle, but witnessing her handling the machine was awe inspiring.
He couldn’t wait ‘til they flew home now, desperate to take her out on his Ducati. Reclining back against the embankment they lay in companionable silence, not needing to speak. He really needed to figure out what he was going to do. With Izzie leaving he had the perfect opportunity to get everything sorted out. Their contracts were up for renewal in the next couple of weeks too. He really had no desire to get back on stage anytime soon. Being here with Grace had only served to prove that but where he went from here he had no idea. Sure, he didn’t need to work financially now; they had made enough money to make sure he was secure for the rest of his life.
However he couldn’t see himself becoming some kind of recluse living out his days on some farm with chickens and cats.
Even though he hated the limelight, music was his life.
He needed to examine all his options but one thing was for sure, Uni-Fi wasn’t about to record any new music in the near future.
First thing tomorrow he would call his agent, arrange a meeting with the management company and the rest of the guys.
He knew they had a few commitments that he just couldn’t get out of but after that it was all up for discussion as far as he was concerned.
“Ready to go home?” Grace was looking up at him, watching him staring at the sea.
“Can I ride the bike back?” Alex almost pleaded with her, desperate to see how the bike handled.
“Not a chance, big guy! She is all mine. You get to sit back and enjoy the ride. I don’t ride enough these days. No point me taking her to work; it’s easier to use public transport. So no, you can’t have a go!” Standing she held out a hand to help him up.
Taking up his position as pillion rider he had to admit he wasn’t disappointed; at least he got to feel her between his legs again. Unlike the outward journey, this time he unashamedly wrapped his arms around her waist. She placed a steadying hand upon his, squeezing gently. “Ready?”
“Do your worst, babe.” He wished now that she would take the long way back to the lighthouse. He wasn’t in any rush to end this ride home.
Standing in the sleek monochrome kitchen Grace slid her arms around his waist, resting her head against his firm chest. At six foot two he towered over her; she almost disappeared from sight when he engulfed her in his strong well muscled arms. “Are you really gonna make me wait a whole month after that stupid comment I made? You don’t really want me to sleep in your bed all alone, do you? ”
He could feel her grinning against his chest, sense her breathing alter beneath his arms. “Why, Ms Harris, are you propositioning me? I thought you wanted to go slow.” He teased her hair with his fingers as he spoke to her.
He was unsure how he had managed to not drag her straight up to his room, lock the door, forget all about his family obligations and just make love to her for the next two weeks.
“Slow, yes, but I mean, c’mon it’s been like forever.
Are you sure I can’t persuade you?” Grace ran her hand over his firm chest, pushing his jacket from his shoulders.
Standing on tiptoes she trailed biting kisses along his lower jaw as she ran her hands down his back, allowing them to rest on his behind before trailing her fingertips back up and around the waistband of his jeans, teasing his flesh as she went.
Pressing against the now firm bulge in his pants she felt her own desire pool low in her groin making her intensify her onslaught.
“Why don’t you let me take care of this for you?
” Shifting her position slightly her hand now explored the hard bulge through his clothing, rubbing gently up and down as she continued to explore his mouth with her tongue.
Without breaking their embrace he picked Grace up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist, mimicking her arms that were draped around his neck.
Alex took the stairs two at a time, thankful that his room was a whole floor lower than the room his parents now occupied.
Supporting her with one of his arms he pushed the door closed behind them before positioning them both on his bed.
Grace made short work of undoing his jeans as he lay next to her.
Running his hand underneath her shirt, his hand came to rest on her breast as their mouths found each other again, their tongues melding together, tasting each other as their breathing became shallow.
Grace’s hand slid inside his boxers, trailing her fingers along his length before she cupped his balls.
A low guttural growl escaped his lips, spurring her on.
Her attention returned to the hard shaft that was straining against the cloth, desperate to be freed.
Using her other hand she managed to manoeuvre his clothing allowing his erection to spring free.
Placing a hand on his shoulder she gently pushed him backwards, forcing him to lay flat on the bed.
Supporting her weight she leant over him, pushing his T-shirt up over his chest, indicating for him to remove it fully.
She began tracing a line of kisses down his chest, over his taut washboard stomach before running her tongue up the underside of his shaft.
Alex adjusted his position, supporting himself on his bent elbows as he watched Grace take him into her mouth.
Glancing up at him through thick, heavy lashes she saw him tip his head back with closed eyes.
Gripping him tightly with her hand she made slow massaging movements as her tongue circled his tip, flicking lightly across the crown, driving him wild before she swallowed his length to the hilt.
Alex reached down, hooking his hands under her arms, enabling him to pull her up to meet his mouth.
“If you carry that on, I won’t be any use to you at all.
I can wait, Grace. It doesn’t have to happen now.
” He felt the full conviction of his own words but he prayed to God that she didn’t take any notice of them.
“Alex, I want to do this. I want you, here...see?” Grace took his hand and guided it down inside her own underwear, watching his face intently as she positioned his fingers exactly where she wanted them.
“Oh fuck! Grace...get your clothes off...now!” He needed to see the full view, feast his eyes across the full beauty that lay with him. “I swear to God if you’re not naked in the next five seconds I will rip the clothes from your body.”
Standing, she laughed as he almost fell to the floor trying to kick his legs free from his jeans in haste as she stood with her hands on her hips.
“What happened to I can wait, Grace, it doesn’t have to be now, Grace?” She saw his expression darken as he righted his stance; he took a step towards her with menace, or was it lust, raging in his eyes.
“Now, Grace. Get naked. Right now...1...2...3...” His voice was low and rasping.
Holding her hands up in submission she spoke in a soft voice. “Okay, okay, I get the message! Getting naked over here already.”
Alex watched, focussing on her every move as she slowly lifted her top over her head then ran her hands over her hips, pushing her jeans to the floor before stepping out of them gracefully.
As she reached behind to unclasp her bra he walked forward closing the distance between them as he helped to slip the straps from her shoulders.
Kissing her briefly he dropped to his knees in front of her.
Hooking his thumbs into her pants he eased them down to her ankles, past her feet and off.
Beginning at her knees he trailed his tongue slowly up the inside of her left leg before giving her right leg the same attention.
As he reached the junction of her thighs he breathed in deeply as he planted a tender kiss where her hair should have been.
Moving lower his tongue lapped at her core, savouring her taste as he increased the applied pressure, suckling her as she moaned his name.
Standing, he lifted her into his arms, making their faces level as she once more wrapped her legs around his waist. He wanted to see her eyes as he slid her downwards, impaling her on his erection as he did.
His mind fogged as the feeling of being inside her overwhelmed him.
Condom, he needed to get a condom from his wallet.
Holding her in place, continuing his assault on her senses, he walked them to the bed where he laid her down gently and slowly eased out of her.
Reaching for her bag, Grace produced a small foil packet which she waved in front of him before tearing it open with her teeth.
Forcing him onto his back again she sheathed him before lowering her body back down on his considerable length as she straddled him.
He allowed her to remain in control as he watched her breasts, round and full, gently bounce before him.
As she neared her peak he sat up abruptly.
Gripping her hips he helped her increase her rhythm.
When she threw her head back, shouting his name, he felt her whole body shudder, then and only then did he allow himself to fall over the edge with her, thrusting deeper as he did.
Holding her tightly to him he lay back on the bed, sated and calm finally. “You okay, baby?”
“Hmm.”
“Is that a yes or a no?” he questioned, slightly concerned.
“Hmm.” Grace giggled as she snuggled into him further.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, shall I?” He stroked her hair, pushing stray strands back from her face before tilting her chin upwards, allowing him to kiss the tip of her nose.
“Do you still wanna sleep on the couch or should I?” she asked sleepily.
“Are you kidding me? You are not allowed to leave this bed now. I need you naked at all times. In fact, clothes are banned, unless they are on my bedroom floor.”
Laughing she untangled herself from his sheets and legs, climbed off the bed and headed to the shower room. Alex watched as she disappeared through the doorway, listening as the shower gushed into action.
“You had better get your ass in here then, Carter. I think I need a little more persuasion.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice.
The knock on his bedroom door the next morning jolted him awake.
He was wrapped around Grace holding her in place as if to prevent her from running during the night.
Before he could answer, his mother’s head appeared around the crack in the door.
“Are you two decent? I brought you both tea and I made those pancakes that you like, son.” She bustled into the room, placing the breakfast tray on the nightstand.
Grace cracked open one eye before groaning in embarrassment and ducking further down under the covers trying to ensure that no naked parts were peaking out.
“What are you doing in here? Erm...I’m kinda naked!” Wide eyed he addressed his mother.
“Oh dear God. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, don’t be silly.
As for Grace, well, I’m sure she doesn’t have anything I haven’t got, or should I say I had twenty years ago.
Now eat up and then you can organise those flights whilst we shop.
I’m ready when you are, sweetie.” Ann smiled warmly at them both before exiting the room.
“Is she for real? I mean we could have been having sex, Alex!”
Ignoring the breakfast tray he rolled over to look at her once again before moving to position himself between her legs.
“Sex or shopping?” he quizzed.
“Oh, that’s a hard choice. Can I phone a friend?”
Closing his mouth over hers he silenced her before reaching for a condom.