Chapter 4 Alexander “Bread”
An Appetite for Her . . .
Alexander Conners The First, taught me at a young age that when you saw something or someone that you wanted, to be unapologetic in your pursuit of that person or thing.
I can attribute that teaching to much of my success.
Failure was never an option and would never be.
If there was ever something that I didn’t get, I regrouped, re-strategized, and got it with the new strategy.
I wanted Dr. Hestia Sanders Basil. I knew that from the moment I did my research on her. When I met her, it only solidified what I already knew. I would have her.
That wasn’t me being cocky. It was me being a man with an understanding of mutual sexual attraction.
That was the basis of getting to know a person regardless of what others said.
No one wanted to be with someone that they didn’t want to fuck.
Now we needed to determine if we could establish something deeper.
I was too old to fuck around with the fuck around.
Eloise needed a step-mama, and I needed a wife.
Half of the battle was won because my daughter adored Hestia.
However, I was smart enough to know that her as a mentor would be different than her as a stepmother.
Since Hestia and I exchanged numbers, we’d texted lightly, but nothing too much.
I wasn’t a texting type of man, if I had to be honest. Face-to-face conversation was what I liked.
I heard about the pileup from Bones earlier, who told me that Hestia would be busy today because of it.
He told me about the deaths related to the accident, which was sad.
Trauma surgeons were a little different because they didn’t necessarily have a set schedule.
They worked when the traumas came in. When I called in a little over an hour ago, the nurse let me know that the next surgeon had come in to relieve Dr. Basil.
It was perfect timing because I wanted to take her on a ride.
“Good. I’m on my bike today, so you’re with me.” I waited for her reaction.
It took less than five seconds for that sexy smirk to brighten her face. “Okay, I guess you want me to really trust you. I’m not one that’s used to riding in the back.”
I bowed my head for a second. “That’s because no one has ever made you feel safe enough to do so.” I reached my hand out to her. “You’re safe with me, beautiful.”
She glanced down at my hand, then up at my face. Her hand hesitantly went into mine, but it went in. I would take that for now. After she ensured that she had what she needed, we left her office. We walked out of the hospital hand in hand. Eyes were on us, which was exactly what I wanted.
She chuckled. “I figured you for a Harley man. It fits you,” she said once she saw my bike.
I smiled because she had hit the nail on the head.
Since I knew I wanted her to ride with me today, I left my Low Rider S (Club style Build) in my garage to bring out my baby, The Monarch.
She was my blacked-out Road King Special.
It was perfect for us. “Yeah, there’s an elegance and power behind Harleys that many miss.
You don’t have to appear powerful to be powerful. ”
I picked up the helmet that I bought for her last week.
I told her to come to me. Once she was in front of me, I helped her with her helmet.
She didn’t need the help, but any reason to touch her, I would take.
After hers was secured, I put mine on, then mounted my bike. With my help, she mounted behind me.
The feel of her arms around my waist felt good. I could live in this moment for a long time. I wouldn’t say forever because there were far too many other moments that I wanted to experience with her. “You ready?”
“Oh, Bluetooth helmets. I’m impressed,” she said. She adjusted herself behind me.
I chuckled. “Yeah, I need to be able to talk to you, gorgeous. I knew we would ride together, so I prepared myself for this opportunity.”
“I’m ready.” She cooed.
My bike roared at the turn of the key. The Monarch was perfect for the long highway rides that I planned to take with Hestia in the near future, when things evolved. My bike would be the first of my power between her legs before the real power came along.
I knew the perfect place to take her for lunch. My daughter told me that she loved Mediterranean food. There was an amazing restaurant that a client of mine owned. We would go there, eat, and see where the rest of the day would take us.
"Don’t drop your leg again, beautiful. You said you wanted this dick. I’m giving you this dick,” I taunted her.
Did I see us here? Eventually, but I would not reject it now. We had an amazing lunch that lasted almost into dinner. Our conversation flowed like we’d known each other all our lives. It was effortless. I loved that.
After we finished, I asked her if she was ready to be taken back to the hospital.
She asked if Eloise was home. Once I confirmed that she was out of town with her mother, Hestia boldly told me that she wanted to come to my house to satisfy a different kind of appetite.
She talked all that grown woman talk but now whined about the dick.
Her hand went to my abs and pushed me back. I smacked her hand away. “Bread, wait.”
“Bread? Where that come from, gorgeous?” I leaned down to passionately kiss her. “This isn’t Bread in ya pussy. Trust me, if you can’t handle Alexander, then Bread will have you on medical leave. Now, hold your fuckin’ leg, Hestia.”
Her back lifted off the bed. “Oh! Oh! I’m about to cum again!”
It was almost disrespectful how her pussy let loose. It would be rude to call her fire hydrant. “Damn, baby.”
My mouth covered her nipple, which I found out rather quickly during this sexual experience was one of her spots. Her body shook, and her pussy locked up around my dick. Fuck! It felt like a thumping heartbeat. “Shit!”
The way my nut spit out of me maybe I should be called fire hydrant. My body froze for a moment as I let myself drain inside of her. Her eyes were closed as her chest rose and fell to an unheard beat. She’s so fucking beautiful.
I moved from between her legs to her side.
I took a moment before my head turned in her direction.
Her eyes were still closed. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that she was about to fall asleep.
My top lip rose in a smirk at my handiwork.
The passion marks sat boldly on her neck for all to see.
There were subtle ways to stake claim, and I planned to use them all.
I rolled onto my side, wrapped my arm around her, then pulled her into me. I snuggled my face into her neck. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep.”
She pushed her body back into mine, then moaned. “I mean with dick like that, I can’t help but go to sleep. It’s your fault. Just let me get a twenty-minute nap, then I’ll leave.”
I kissed her neck. “You don’t have to go anywhere, beautiful. Get your rest. I know you need it, love.”
I meant every word that I said. She didn’t have to go anywhere.
A Very Little Time Later
This Is Committal Dick . . .
There was a problem. It had been some weeks since our first sexual encounter, but far from our last one. I’d taken her on a formal date a few days after our lunch.
The problem that I had at the moment was that I didn’t have a clear understanding of what the fuck we were doing.
She only came over when Eloise was out of town or not here, which right now wasn’t often.
I understood her reasoning there. I hadn’t been to her home because it was on the mountain behind the gates with the rest of her family, which resulted in our use of hotel rooms. I was a little lost with that reasoning, but I left it alone. It was time for me to pick the shit up.
Tonight, KOK had a charity event. It proved to be a success so far. A casino night was a lot to pull off when it came to the licenses needed for it, but we got it done. Everyone was dressed to kill, drinks flowed, and money was being spent.
I was at the bar when Hestia and the Mt. O ladies arrived. My eyes didn’t leave her. Eventually, she made it to the bar with the rest of the ladies. She spoke to me as if her pussy wasn’t in my face less than six hours earlier.
It was the middle of the night, and I watched multiple men in her face.
That was expected, but what I didn’t expect was for her to act like she didn’t have an issue with it.
Yeah, we weren’t about to play those games.
That was the reason that I was on my way over to the table that she sat at with her girls. She has me completely fucked up.
“Excuse me, ladies.” I interrupted their conversation. Once I had their attention, I continued. “You ladies look beautiful tonight. Hestia, may I have a word with you?”
I extended my hand to her with the expectation for her to put hers in mine. She glanced at the ladies around her for a second before she placed her hand into mine. “Um, yes, of course.”
My eyes roamed to her hips as she stood. I loved her wide hips. Once she was out of her seat, I held her hand to escort her out of the ballroom. She asked me where we were going. I only had a two-word answer for her. “Trust me.”
We walked through the lobby to the elevator and waited. Once the doors opened, we walked on, and I pressed the fifteenth-floor button. Not even a second after the doors closed, Hestia wrapped her arms around my waist. “I missed you.”
I used my hands to remove her from my body. My heart ached at the dejection that rose to her expression. Unfortunately, it had to be this way until we established some things. “That’s not what we’re doing right now, love.”
“What’s wrong, Alexander?” Worry took over her tone and body language. The confident Dr. Hestia Basil had left the elevator.
Her beauty was breathtaking. Her mind was astonishing. This woman was who I wanted. “Let’s get into the room so that we can have a private conversation.”