30. Alex
Chapter thirty
Alex
I woke up at 9 a.m., and Olivia was gone. I remember she got called into work. Rachel wasn’t in bed either; Olivia was saying something about Rachel cooking breakfast. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I got back into the room, I put on grey sweatpants, grabbed my phone, and headed to the kitchen for coffee.
I walk down the stairs and see Rachel on the couch with her glasses on, reading a book. I love it when she wears her glasses. She looks so cute with them on.
“Good Morning,” she says from the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, not looking up from her book. I walk up to her, grab her face with both hands, and fuse my lips to hers. Once I step back, I whisper, “Morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?”
“Better than I have in ages.” She looks up at me through her dark lashes. I can get used to this kind of wake-up call every morning; the only thing that would make this morning better would be Olivia being here.
I check my phone as the coffee is poured into my cup from my fancy coffee machine. I don’t have any missed calls or texts from Olivia. I shoot off a quick text to her, just letting her know that I am thinking about her because apparently I turned into a pussy whipped sapp with these women, but I have no shame in it! I will wear that title with a badge of honor because I am getting double the pussy.
Me: Hey, I miss you! Hope the case is going good. Call me or text me when you get the chance. I will be home all day with Rachel, and we will be waiting for your return :)
I grab my coffee and sit next to Rachel on the couch. I went through the other texts from Smith and some of the other guys. Smith is bitching about not getting laid last night, James is bitching about being hungover, and as I keep reading, I notice that it is all bitching. My mind goes back to last night and all the fun we had. I can’t relate to any of these guys; I have nothing to bitch about besides maybe that I wish Olivia were here today with Rachel and me.
It’s nice out today. Maybe I can convince Rachel to get on the back of my bike. I'm not sure if she's into motorcycles or not, but I think it would be sexy to have her holding onto me for dear life while the world passes us by. Shit, maybe I can take her to my hometown and to the beach, where I used to go as a kid until we hear back from Livy.
When I make it to the couch, Rachel comes into view, and my breath catches in my throat. She is fucking gorgeous! Her hair is in every direction, and she is wearing my black undershirt that hangs down to her mid-thigh. She looks up at me again and smiles. “Thank you for last night, by the way.”
“The honor was all mine, beautiful. So, I was thinking that if you're up for it, we could go on an adventure today. How does that sound?” She looks around, worried.
“What if Olivia comes back and we are not here?” She says in a panic.
I can see her little brain going into panic mode. I need to shut this down before she blames herself for something that has been taken out of context. “Shhh, I texted her and told her we were waiting for her to come home and to text us when she got off. When she is off, we will come back home and be here waiting for her.” Her eyes go big, and her eyebrows rise with the ending of the sentence. Fuck! Well, how do I fix this word vomit?
“What I mean is…” She puts her finger to my lips to shush me and says, " She feels like home. I know this is all new, and it's only been one night, but I could tell last night that I was home with both of you by my side. I haven’t ever felt that way; it is new and scary, but I am willing to be open-minded.” She stole my breath with that speech. Holy fuck, how did I get so lucky to find this angel?
She grabs her coffee cup, walks into the kitchen to start the coffee machine, and turns back to me. “So, um. Last night was the first night I ever did anything with a woman. I have never kissed a woman, let alone had any sexual relationships with one. I'm not entirely sure how to feel about everything. I also don’t know how to explain my feelings for Olivia.” She sounded embarrassed and shy, but her eyes told a different story, with lust burning in them.
“And? What did you think?” I ask with a raised eyebrow and all the curiosity in the world, because I know it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
“Honestly? It was fucking hot!” She says with a devilish grin. “Olivia is hot as hell and knows what she is doing. I also felt a spark when she kissed me, like electricity going through my body, bringing me to life. I felt the same spark this morning when we were having sex. I am trying not to overthink things, though. After what happened with Andrew, I don’t want to get my hopes up for anything.” You could see her eyes fall by the end of what she was saying, and it broke my heart. This beautiful woman has been through hell and back, and there is nothing I can do about it.
“Wait a minute. You two had sex this morning and didn’t think to wake me up?” I say, and put my hand on my chest to pretend to be hurt. She rolls her eyes at me and then returns to her book.
“So! I have a whole day planned for us. Are you up for it?” I say this with as much enthusiasm as I have in me.
She looks up from her book at me and nods. You can see the smile in her eyes.
“It will involve riding my bike. Are you ok with being on the back of my motorcycle?” Her eyes light up even more at that!
“That sounds like a blast!” She exclaims and jumps up from the couch.
“Alright, let's go shower, and we will get ready to go,” I say. She runs to the guest bedroom across the hall, and I follow her. She must have misunderstood me when I said to take a shower. I absolutely meant together. Now that I have had her naked in my arms, I plan to be that way as much as humanly possible.
I walk into her bathroom, which is already full of steam. Rachel is humming a pop song while undressing, completely focused on her music, so she doesn’t hear me come in behind her. She stepped into the shower and immediately tilted her head back to let the water run through her hair, sighing with contentment.
I take off my grey sweatpants and open the door to the shower. As I step in, I stare at Rachel under the water, eyes closed, in a completely perfect state of calm. It is one of the most beautiful sights I have seen. I have never seen her this calm, and I love it. Her life has been too crazy; that calm looks good on her. I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her body, and she jumps, and her body tenses.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, Muneca,” a small half-smile creeping on my lips. I felt terrible about scaring her, but I had to take a shower with her. I just want to touch her all the time.
“What were you thinking about?” I ask while I help her lather the shampoo in her hair, giving her a scalp massage while inhaling her floral scent.
“Honestly? Andrew, and how different this life is compared to the last five years I spent with him in Hell. I feel freer here, like I can breathe for once.” You can see her shoulders relax after she lets everything out.
“You are safe here. Andrew can never get to you again. You need to leave him buried where he is.” I say that, hoping to get her to talk about the day she left. She sighs and walks under the water stream, letting the water flow down her body.
When we go outside towards my bike, I turn to her, put the helmet I bought for her on her head, and fasten the strap. I want to make sure she is safe at all times with me. I swing my leg over my bike and start the engine. I feel the engine purr through my body, letting the feeling soak deep into my bones. She climbs behind me and holds me tight like a good little backpack, and I roll us forward down the driveway. Once we are on the road, I start driving slowly, and she tightens her grip around my waist. When she finally loosens her grip on me, and as I feel her relax, I speed up my bike a little bit and head onto the open road.
The beach I plan to take her to is just five minutes from the house where I grew up. No one knows about it because you have to hike a little through the woods to reach it and see the beauty on the other side. I also have a nice spot to hide my bike, so no one knows when I am out here. This is my little piece of heaven that I refuse to share. Until now…
We turn off the exit and enter the small town of Morro Bay—Home Sweet Home. Traffic is light as we approach my Ma’s house. I drive my bike cautiously through the streets because I have precious cargo on the back.
I finally turn toward my hiding place and slow down my bike. The ancient volcano stands tall and majestic before us. We hit the dead end of the street, where the woods start. I turn off my bike and get off. I helped Rachel get off the bike and take her helmet off, setting one helmet on each handlebar.
“Where are we?” She asks, all starry-eyed at the nature surrounding us.
“This is my thinking spot. I come here to make all my important, life-changing decisions,” Pushing my bike further into the woods until we get to the perfect spot to leave it hidden. “Ok, then, where are we going?” She says as she races to catch up with me.
“Can you just let me have one single surprise for you?” I say in the most dramatic voice I can muster up. She rolls her eyes, and I swear I want to spank her for being a brat right now.
We continue our hike through the woods and finally come out onto the rocky cliff. I grab Rachel’s hand and pull her to the stairs to the left that lead down to the beach. Once we get to the sand, I stop and take off my shoes, and Rachel does the same. We continue to walk towards the three large rocks that I love to sit on and stare out into the water.
“Wow. It’s beautiful out here. How many people know about this place?” Rachel looked out at the waves crashing against the shore.
“I’m not sure how many people know about this place, but every time I have come out here, I have been alone.” The comment apparently surprises her because her head whips towards me with her mouth hanging wide open.
“You mean to tell me you have never taken another girl out here?” The shock is evident in her voice.
“I have never taken anyone out here, ever. I never wanted to show anyone my spot. This place holds a lot of memories.” This is the only place I go to be alone, so bringing Rachel here is a big deal for me. Maybe one day, we will also bring Olivia here.
I can’t explain my feelings for Rachel, but they are strong and here, in my face.
I empty my pockets, putting my phone, keys, and wallet on the rock next to me. I look over at Rachel, who is staring out into the water with a small, contented smile on her face. I stalked towards her, preparing to get into the water with her.
When I reach her, I scoop her up, sling her over my shoulder, and run straight toward the water without a second thought. She starts to wiggle in my arms and squeals.
“Alex! Put me down! I am not dressed for the water!”
I ignore her protest and keep running into the water, diving headfirst. When I come to the surface, I bring her down from my shoulder and kiss her deeply and passionately. She wraps her arms and legs around me as we walk deeper into the water.
“You want to know a secret?” She whispers as if we were around a bunch of people who can't know her secret and are not alone on a secluded beach.
“Hmm?” I look at her with curious eyes. She starts to move out of my arms and swim towards the shore. I follow her, ready to bring her back out if she tries to run.
She turns towards me, takes off her shirt, and throws it on the shore. “I hate the feeling of wet clothes on my body.” She eyes me as she unclasps her bra, slides it down her arms, and throws it to the shore. All I can do is watch her undress in front of me. My cock was getting hard just from watching her undress. The thought of having her again was on my mind.
She slowly and seductively takes off her pants under the water. Who knew someone could seduce you when you can't even see them taking off their clothes? She throws her pants and thong onto the shore and walks deeper into the water towards me.
She puts her hands on my chest and looks up at me. “It looks to me that you, sir, have too many clothes on.” She winks at me and then dives under the water, swimming away from me. Oh, this girl is going to get it!
I get undressed as fast as I can. These damn wet clothes make it almost impossible to do anything quickly. When I finally get them off, I throw them to the shore and swim after Rachel, who is further into the ocean now. As soon as I reach her, I grab her around the waist and pull her to my chest, nibbling on her ear.
“You are such a tease, Muneca,” I whisper to her.
“No. Actually, a tease would be someone who messes with you and then leaves you to handle the blue balls they gave you. I have every intention of fucking the shit out of you.” She grabs my head and pulls me down to her level to kiss me, capturing my bottom lip with her teeth. I groan in response and lift her so she is positioned over my aching cock.
Rachel reaches down in between us, grabs my cock, and lines it up with her entrance, slowly lowering herself onto me. Torturously slow. She grabs my face again and smashes her lips to mine in a battle of tongue and teeth.
I lift her and bring her back down on me with force while she makes the cutest little whimpering noises. She fucking perfectly wrapped around my cock. Is it possible to live in someone’s pussy forever? Because I don't want to leave.
“Rachel! Oh my God. You feel so good, baby! I am not going to last long,” I say with a ragged breath. I start to pick up speed, lifting her and bringing her down as I thrust up into her at the same time, making sure to hit her G-spot every time.
A couple of thrusts later, she clamps down on me in a powerful orgasm as I am emptying myself into her. She wraps her arms around my neck and tries to catch her breath.
“That was amazing.” She says before kissing me deeply.
I couldn’t agree more.