Chapter 42 Nancy #2
“Do you think Evan can ride?” I turned to him with a smirk and started the engine.
Alex held me tighter.
I took us on a slow cruise along the Thames back to World’s End.
The warm evening air rushed past, Alex’s warmth pressing into me as we moved in sync left and right, navigating through the traffic.
The rumble of the engine, coupled with the feel of his firm body after a week’s drought, was such an aphrodisiac that by the time we pulled up outside the block, I was absurdly horny.
“Well, that was exhilarating.” He chuckled, pulling off his helmet to reveal a mess of chestnut hair.
“Though being pressed against you tends to have that effect on me.” I gave him a quick nod of agreement and took his hand, ready to pounce as soon as the lift doors closed.
“You’ll keep it, won’t you?” he said as we entered the car.
I turned to him in surprise and placed my hands on his chest, considering. “Mum deserves to own it, but I’ll want to set up a contract to pay it back, like a mortgage.”
“Nancy,” he sighed.
“A gift is one thing, but this is too much. Maybe not for you, but it’s what it signifies for us. You know everything Mum did for me. I need this.”
He hesitated at my earnest expression. “Very well, but I decide the repayment term, and there’s no interest.” The lift opened on fourteen.
“Alex, that’s ridiculous.”
“Take it or leave it,” he said with finality and held out his hand.
“Fine. Deal.” I huffed with a half-smile and shook it.
He yanked me into a heated kiss. We backed down the hall, lips pressed together, until my back was against the front door.
He unzipped my jacket while I went for the buttons of his suit, our movements needy and urgent, making up for the long week of abstinence.
I wrestled with the lock, then dragged him inside.
“Take me to bed.”
In the blink of an eye, he’d swept me up and deposited me on the matress. “Is Tracy back soon?”
“She’s out all night,” I said breathlessly, spreading my legs so he could lie snugly between.
“Is this okay?” he murmured, kissing down my neck.
“Yeah, I love how you feel on top.”
He held himself up to look at me. “If there’s anything you’re not happy about. If you ever want to stop. Just say the word, okay? I’ll never be too far gone to stop.”
“I know, boo.” I stroked his face. “But right now, I need you inside me.”
His eyes narrowed and his arousal pressed against my crotch. “Anything you ask, bella.”
I worked on his waistcoat, kicking off my heavy boots while he pulled my tee away. By the time I’d reached his shirt, I was too desperate for his flesh to wait. Buttons popped over the bed. “Oops,” I said ruefully and ran my hands over the ripples of his abs.
With a lopsided grin, he rose up and flung off the ruined shirt. His erection tented the fabric of his suit trousers, and I scrambled for his belt buckle, my desire ready to burst.
Alex yanked off my clinging trousers, then kicked away his own, returning to my open lap to grind. I moaned and clutched his hair, holding his firm kiss. He unclipped my bra, then his mouth was on my breast, teasing my nipple to a hard point while his thumb pebbled the other.
I groaned from the ache, desperately pulling at his boxer briefs to free him. He wrenched my thong to one side and pressed his cock between my lips, and for the first time, there wasn’t a trace of fear. His lust matched my own. My hand grasped his shaft, angling the crown to my entrance.
“You’re soaking,” Alex growled.
“So fuck me!”
He thrust forward without his usual finesse, grunting as he buried inside me with one powerful stroke. I clawed his back, gasping. He pulled out to the tip, then thrust again, then again until he was pistoning. My lids snapped shut, hiding from the intensity.
“Look at me,” he ordered. “I need to see those beautiful brown eyes as you take it.” My eyelids flickered open to his locked gaze, dark with desire, no barrier remaining between us.
“Touch yourself for me,” he murmured, rooting his fists into the covers and stretching my knees wide.
My breath hitched as he pulled all the way out, only to plunge again.
I complied, circling my clit to his thrusts, building higher.
He drove to the hilt. “Every inch of this gorgeous little pussy is mine.”
“It feels so good!” I managed, near delirious as he stroked me over and over.
“Tell me what I need to hear, baby.”
“I’m yours,” I trembled out in euphoria. He rewarded me with a churn of his hips, imparting a delicious bite. “More!” I lurched forward and bit his pec.
“Mine!” he cried with the same intense mixture, racing us to our climax.
I held on, foreheads together, lost in his dark green eyes, submitting to the need to be connected always. Peaking, he dipped lower on my pelvis so his broad tip could graze my G-spot until I was panting.
“Let go with me.” I could hear the hoarse crack of his composure failing him. “I want to feel you tremble around my cock as I come in your delicious cun—”
I was over the precipice before he could finish. My nails branded the straining muscles of his back, and I buried into his neck, crying his name. He thrust once, twice, and then emptied with a groan.
We held each other tightly, boneless and breathless as our bodies vibrated with aftershocks. Once we received blood flow again, he propped himself up. “Are you okay? I was rough.”
“I’m great,” I huffed in relief, marvelling at how deliciously filled I felt at that moment as he remained embedded balls deep.
Even after sharing what happened, Alex had the confidence and perceptiveness to take my body to the line but never cross to a place I wasn’t ready for.
I framed his face, welling up. “I love you so much, Alex Toverton.”
He paused, still raised above me, his gaze widening.
A rumble travelled through his arms, and he drew out a shaky breath as tears blinked free, landing on my chest. He stared in shock at the droplets and then tried to look away in embarrassment, but I pulled him back to my lips, imparting every loving feeling I had for him as his wet cheeks pressed against mine.
The kiss went on as if breaking it would break him. I slowly eased back to meet a delicate mixture of sadness and joy. “No one’s ever said that to you before, have they?”
Alex shook his head.
I swept my fingers over his tears, over the scar on his cheek, over the scars on his arms and torso. “Is this all you knew?” I asked gently, and he nodded. My eyes filled as I watched the pain from long-held memories shift his expression.
How was he not cherished every day—like I was?
I pressed my body against him, desperate to give him everything he’d been starved of. “Well, you better get used to hearing it every day, because I adore you.”
He smiled, heavy-lidded, his cock still hard inside me, and began to move. My sex instantly responded, nerves reawakening, heat penetrating through my slickened centre. Our eyes locked, our previous abandon replaced with devotion, wanting to feel every movement together as one.
“I love you with everything I have, Nancy.” Alex gazed down, then kissed me deeply, conveying each syllable in rhythmic rolls of his hips.
I held him tight, building quickly to a second orgasm that moved through me in a gentle wave.
Tears trailed down my cheeks, and a broad smile covered my face, my breath coming in short inhales.
He kept up his even pace so I could roll on and on, tremulous in soundless bliss.
With my final shudders, I gripped his behind and urged him on.
He looked into my eyes, full of love and satisfaction, and tipped over.
And that’s where we lay, folded together for god knows how long as we caught our breath.
“Alex?” I whispered after a time.
“Mmm.” He was covering me like a weighted blanket, but moved down a little so we were face to face.
“You said you’ve never told anyone you loved them before today.”
He trailed kisses along my jaw and grazed my lips, feather-light. “That’s right.”
“Not even William?”
He stopped, then shook his head, stroking my nose with his. “You should,” I said.
He nodded, then rolled onto his back, bringing me onto his chest. I wrapped a leg over him and brushed my fingers through the soft thatch of hair on his pecs, admiring the hickey I’d branded there.
“I’m so happy this evening happened.”
“Me too.” He gave a husky laugh, the noise vibrating through his chest, and watched me as I watched him. “You haven’t asked about the phone tracking. I can disable it. I know it was wrong to—”
“That’s how you knew where I was the night I ran from the flat, wasn’t it?” I cut in. Alex nodded. “Keep it on.” His eyes widened, then he nodded again in understanding. “But just so we’re crystal, never hack my phone, and if you can find me—”
“You want to find me.” He smiled. “You already can.”
My brow formed a V, and then loosened with a laugh. “While we’re baring our souls, there is still one issue we need to talk through.”
“What is it?”
“The gala wasn’t a good night for me, and not just because of Mimi.
I felt judged by the people there. Your cousins treated me like a piece of meat, your mother was really rude, and you weren’t there like you said you’d be.
You didn’t even pick up on the backhanded comments Catherine landed right in front of you.
I’m just not sure what to do going forward.
I know I’ll be expected to attend those functions as your girlfriend, but honestly, they make me uncomfortable. ”
“I’m so sorry, Nancy. I should have seen the signs and been there for you.
I’ve been na?ve about us, about what we are, but I will learn from all this and be better for you.
People knowing that we’re a solid team will help, especially within society.
” He paused. “There’s a lot of politics to navigate in my family that I don’t want you in the middle of. ”
“But I’ll be involved in one way or another. I’m not willing to be kept separate. If we’re together, it’s through the rough and the smooth.”
“I’m never keeping us hidden again, and I’ll not stand to have you mistreated.
If they can’t accept us, then I can’t accept them.
It’s that simple. I’ve only just got you back.
I’m never letting you go.” He ran his finger along the bridge of my nose.
“We should focus on the people rooting for us, not the haters.”
“Yeah, I know you’re right. I think your world is always going to be a shock to me. But it doesn’t have to change me.”
“I wouldn’t let it. You’re perfect just as you are.”
“Sop.” I smiled.
“I most certainly am for you.” He rose on his elbow, facing me in contemplation. “You know, we should host a party.”
“A ‘we’re back together’ party?”
“We never broke up,” he said unequivocally.
I went to protest but stopped myself, and gave him a conceding smile. “A ‘friends and family’ party, then.”
“Exactly. We’ll bring together all the people we’re close to for a celebration.”
“I love it. Our chosen family.” I snuggled into his chest. “I love you.”
“I’ll never tire of hearing you say that. It’s the sweetest sound. Better than any aria.” He wrapped his arms around me and brought me in for a long kiss.
“Will you be okay with Jemima and AJ coming?”
“Jemima, yes, of course, but I’m not sure about AJ.”
“I know you guys fought, but he was just being protective.”
Alex rubbed his jaw. “He has more feelings for you than he’s letting on.”
“What does that mean?”
“Don’t get defensive.” He interlocked our fingers. “It’s clear AJ cares a lot about you. Given how he found you that awful night, I’m not surprised. You’ve been close for a long time. But he likes you more than a friend.”
“I’ve never got that vibe from him, but I get it could be awkward after your punch-up… Perhaps we could have the party at yours. Then, anyone coming knows whose turf they’re on, and they’ll have to be respectful because…I love you.” I caught him by surprise with a kiss, and he nipped my lip.
“You’re not playing fair if that’s how you’re going to win an argument.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Fine.” He rolled his eyes, looking too smitten to protest. “We’ll have the party at the house, and AJ can come if he wants to. I promise I’ll be polite, provided he is. As a calmer influence, I’ll invite Evelyn and Dale along.”
“Good plan, and I’ll ask Ayesha. She’s dating a hot surgeon, so I’ll see if she wants to bring him.”
“I’m not sure I approve of any man coming that you consider ‘hot’.” His grumpy tone made me chuckle.
“Oh dear, because I think David’s hot too.”
“Are you trying to get a rise out of me?”
“Of course not, Lord Toverton.” I smirked. “I’d never do such a thing.”
He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “I think you’re lying, Ms Cooper.”
“And what will you do about it?” I asked innocently.
Without removing his gaze, Alex reached over, opened the drawer of my bedside table, and removed my rabbit vibrator.
“How did you—”
“We need to set something straight, dearest. If you attempt to vex me, you’ll pay with an orgasm, and I decide how to give it to you—and how long it takes for you to get there.”
I stared at the bright pink sex aid he was brandishing. “And what if I don’t agree?”
“You’ll agree.” He gave me a wicked grin and pressed On. “Now grip the pillow behind your head and spread your legs.”
I complied instantly.