Chapter Twenty-One
~Summer~
I t feels like I’m in a dream. A dream too perfect to be true. I keep pinching myself to make sure I’m awake. This man. He’s like a different person since we’ve been in Block Island. Granted, it’s only been twenty-four hours, but it’s like a switch has been flipped.
I love every single minute of this new man, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or his other personality to rear its ugly head. This was very Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde behavior. And while he has always been hot and cold with me, having him run at a constant hot, is entirely new.
I was washing our breakfast dishes, even though Alexander insisted I could leave them for the help. As if. There he went, trying to pretend he wasn’t rich again. He was outside getting the hot tub ready for me. I watch through the window as he pushes the heavy wooden lid off and marvel once again at his physique. Have I mentioned he has abs to die for?
The hot tub is sunken into the deck, steam rising off the water now that the cover has been removed. He looks over his shoulder at the kitchen window, giving me a thumbs up when he sees me ogling him. At least I wasn’t drooling. I smile and wave to him, wiping my hands on a dish towel. He ambles back across the deck, swiping a foot into the water of the pool, as he makes his way back inside.
“It doesn’t feel like the pool heater is on, but the hot tub definitely is, if you want to go in.” He slides the screen door closed behind him. “It’s beautiful out there.”
“I definitely want to go in.” I toss the towel on the counter and meet him halfway across the room. He wraps me in a hug, his lips pressing against mine several times.
“Let me go put my bathing suit on.”
“Or not.” He murmurs against my lips through another kiss.
“I thought you were going to keep your hands off me.” I giggle against his mouth.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to look.” He chuckles, pulling back to grin at me.
“You are bad, Alexander Walker.”
“News flash, Princess, this is not new information.” He waggles his brows, then smacks me lightly on the ass. “Go. Put your suit on. Covered or naked, you still make me hard as a rock.” To prove his point, he shoves his waist into mine.
“You’re insatiable.” I cry out in mock disbelief.
“Only for you, baby. Only for you.” He plants a final kiss against my lips before pulling away. “I’m going naked. You’ve been warned.” He shoves his shorts down his legs, steps out of them, and walks, in all his full-moon glory, back out to the hot tub.
I quickly change into the bikini I brought, frowning when I look at my reflection. The bruise on my side is an ugly blue and purple, the one on my cheek a dark red. It’s a stark reminder that we’re hiding out in paradise now, but sooner or later, I’m going to have to go back and face reality. I shake off my thoughts. Not happening today. Today I want to enjoy the time I have with Alexander.
I stride back through the kitchen, stopping when I notice the wine fridge tucked into the lower cabinet of the island. I pull out a bottle, snatch two glasses off a nearby rack, and head outside.
“I brought refreshments.” I sing-song, waving the bottle in front of me.
“Princess, it’s nine-thirty in the morning and you’re already trying to get me drunk?” He chuckles, rising from the tub as I approach, his body a dripping, glistening specimen of perfection. He’s hard, again, and I suck my lower lip between my teeth, distracting from the groan I want to send out to the universe.
“It’s perfectly acceptable to have mimosas on Sunday for brunch.” I assure him, setting the bottle and glasses down beside the hot tub, before stepping in beside him.
“Except you forgot the orange juice and that’s a five-hundred-dollar bottle of Dom.” He drawls, yanking me flush, his wet lips nipping mine.
“Semantics.” I giggle, pushing away from him before things progress. “Open it?” I tilt my head to the champagne.
“At your service, Princess.” He gives a playful bow, then pops the cork, both of us letting out a little yelp of joy at the sound. He pours us both a glass, then moves to sit beside me as he hands me one.
I take a sip, the bubbles tickling my nose as I do, humming at the yumminess. “So good.”
“I agree.” He takes a gulp, a wide smile breaking across his face as he shakes his head.
“What?” I wonder out loud.
“This is so not how I pictured my weekend when you forced me out of my own classroom on Friday.” He chuffs. “Not that I’m complaining.” He leans over and brushes a kiss against my battered cheek.
“Uh, yeah, me either.” I wanted to get him to admit that he had feelings for me, but this was entirely more than I could have hoped for.
“I have a question for you.” He skims his fingers over the water, a nervous tilt to his voice.
“Okay…”
“Did you fuck Davenport?” He narrows his gaze on me, crinkles forming on the outside edges of his eyes.
I choke on the sip of champagne currently half way down my throat, anger slashing through me. “What?” I splutter when I’m done coughing.
“He seemed pretty damn friendly with you on Tuesday.” His eyes still dark with jealousy.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but no.” I take a gulp from my flute, fire burning in my belly. “Unlike you, I don’t sleep with every person I go out with.”
“So, you admit that you went out with him?” He continues to pepper questions at me.
“We met for drinks. With my cousin. And her friend Lily, who’s also in your class by the way. Are you going to ask if I fucked her too?” I seethe, my nostrils flaring.
“That would at least be far better to imagine.” One side of his mouth crooks up, his eyes softening. “I’m sorry. I had to know. It’s been bugging the shit out of me.” He rakes his wet fingers through his hair, droplets of water clinging to the dark ends. “He bugs the shit out of me.”
“You have nothing to worry about.” I stand, water slushing down my body, then swing a leg over him, settling myself in his lap. I wrap my hands around his neck, my glass dangling from my fingers. “You are the only one I want. The only one I think about. The only one I want to be with. The only one.” I press my damp lips to his to drive my point home.
“You’ve turned me into a jealous simp.” He mumbles against my mouth, deepening our kiss, swiping his tongue against the seam of my lips, urging me to open. Without hesitation I comply, his cock jerking underneath me to press against the material of my bathing suit.
“You’re making it very hard to keep my promise right now.” He pants, smoothing a hand over my cheek, his forehead leaning against mine.
“Promises were made to be broken.” I purr, spearing a hand in the water to tug the tie holding my bottoms on undone. “Oops.” I place a hand over my mouth as I feign innocence.
His brow shoots up, a devilish smile lifting his cheeks, his eyes sparkling with mischief, his fingers grasping the bow at the back of my neck before yanking it loose. “Double oops.”
He tilts his head, his tone serious now. “Are you sure?”
I reach into the water, lift my hips, and wrench my bottoms out from under me, tossing them onto the deck. “One hundred thousand percent.” I rock my core against his hard length in case he needs further convincing.
He doesn’t. His mouth crashes back to mine, his cock sliding into me a moment later. I hiss as he pushes me down, but it’s a pain so welcome, my center pulses around him. Once I’m seated firmly on him, I grind my hips back and forth, water sloshing over the rim of the tub, knocking both our glasses over. I reach for them, but he shakes his head, his dark eyes locking on me.
“Don’t you dare stop.” He growls. “You want more champagne?” He doesn’t bother waiting for a reply, instead grabbing the bottle by the hilt, holding it over my mouth. “Open.” He instructs.
I lean my head back, widening my jaw, the cool bubbly liquid pouring in a second later. I swallow, but it begins pouring over my chin. He adjusts the stream so it’s flooding over my chest, my breasts peaking from the hot contrast of the tub water.
A low groan rumbles from him as he discards the bottle behind him. “You are so fucking sexy.” He bends and sucks hard onto my nipple, biting with his teeth, then soothing with his tongue.
My body has a mind of its own, my legs latched tight against his thighs as I drive myself up and down his cock like I’m a jockey in the Kentucky Derby. Unintelligible words leave me with each exhale, my arms locked around Alexander’s neck for leverage.
“Hold on.” He rises suddenly, water whooshing in all directions as he steps onto the deck, turning to lay me on my back. My ankles clamp around his waist, our bodies staying fused.
“Need more.” He growls into my ear, the vibration sparking a lightning bolt of tingles on every surface of my body.
“More.” I echo, more than ready for whatever he has to give. He doesn’t hesitate, burying himself to the hilt, ramming into me again and again until we both tumble into ecstasy, screaming out to the heavens.