Chapter 12 Danny
LONDON. AFTER MY breakdown in the airport parking lot, I got on the plane, completely speechless as I marveled at the plush private jet Saxon had hired. I stared out the window, transfixed as we sped down the runway and lifted off. I grasped Saxon’s hand as the plane dipped once as we headed out over the open water of the ocean.
He’d done this. For me. He hadn’t whisked me away to a fancy ski resort in Switzerland. He hadn”t taken me to a yacht in Ibiza. He hadn’t pushed me to try scuba diving in Grand Cayman. All of those things would be appealing to a great number of people, but not for me. But a trip to London? To the Globe, to see one of Shakespeare’s plays? And to Canterbury, the namesake town of Chaucer’s book? It was a dream come true. He understood me, something I hadn’t thought was possible for an Alpha.
And he wasn’t trying to get me into bed. He wanted to date.
But he wants to date you as practice. You’re his trial run.
I wasn’t the love of his life. I had to keep that in mind. But this trip still mattered. It mattered a lot.
It was dark when we arrived, but the streets were lit up. The misty air wasn’t too different from the air in New York, but I had to remember to close my mouth so I didn’t walk around gaping. I whacked his arm. “There’s a red double decker bus. And the Underground sign!”
He’d gotten us a hotel in Covent Garden, and I thought I’d be too excited to sleep, but exhaustion took over, and the bed was really, really soft. The next morning I pushed through the jet lag.
“Our play is at 2:00 p.m., so we have a little time,” Saxon said as I dragged him out the door.
He only smiled and pulled me close to his side as the history in the streets rose up to greet me. I pressed my hand against the stone of the Tower Bridge, soaking up as much information as I could from our tour.
I sat, spine straight as an arrow, on the wooden bench of the Globe, awestruck as I was transported to 16th century Messina, Italy thanks to the play unfolding in front of me.
After a whirlwind of sightseeing, which ended with me transfixed inside Hatchard’s, a two-hundred year old bookstore. After three hours inside, Saxon coerced me back to our hotel. “We can’t stay out all night. We have to sleep at least a little.”
I hadn’t gotten too aroused while we were out, thanks to all the sights I was so desperate to see, but once we were back in the hotel my hole ached, my body quit trying to repress my lust. I was ready for him to touch me. Once the door was closed behind us, I pounced on him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped. He caught me and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Eager,” he said. “I like it.”
My cock was hard and my hole was wet, and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against him. His hand snaked down between us and popped open the button on my pants. He put me down long enough to yank my pants and underwear off. Then he lifted me back into his arms and rubbed his finger over my hole, teasing me.
I ground down, trying to get him inside me.
He nipped the side of my neck. “You are delicious. I love how much you want this.” He pushed his finger into my entrance. I used his shoulders to levy myself up and down, seeking more.
“I’ll add another,” he said. “I’ll fill you up.”
He pushed into my hole, stretching me.
“You’re so tight. Not sure my cock could fit.”
I threw my head back and moaned. Oh, how I wanted his hard length inside me. I’d never do it, because I’d end up pregnant and alone after our time ended. I’d have to settle for his fingers.
Settling was the wrong word because he twisted them and hit my sweet spot. I screamed and let go of his neck. I’d have crashed to the floor if he wasn’t holding me up. He kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth and I was done. I came hard, yelling his name.
***
I slept like a rock. The next morning, we arrived in Canterbury at 11:00 a.m. I wanted to see the streets, the medieval buildings, everything.
Saxon chuckled. “Don’t wear yourself out. We can come back.”
Couldwe? How long was this going to last? Six months was the standard contract at his club, but we didn’t have a contract. I pushed the thought away. I was in England, and I was going to relish every second.
We started with the Canterbury Cathedral. “Founded in 597,” I muttered to myself. Now I understood why people studied abroad. Reading was amazing. But actually visiting was… Transformative. At least for me.
After I had thoroughly explored the cathedral, we moved on to Westgate Gardens. I had taken at least fifty pictures of the flowers and the medieval Tower House when I felt Saxon go rigid beside me.
I stuck my phone in my pocket. A woman stood on the street across from us. She was not human, that much was obvious.
Her penetrating gaze went right through me as her eyes bore into Saxon. She didn’t blink. “Do you know her?” I asked.
“Yes. That’s my aunt.”