“I’m out of patience,” he murmurs, leans forward and nibbles on my left nipple.
“Alexis,” I moan breathlessly as I press against him.
“Just a second, then you’ll get my cock,” he whispers.
I slide my hand down between us, wrap it around his erection. I move my closed fist up and down his shaft, and he freezes.
“Okay, now you’re going to get it.” He pulls me even further towards him, and the edge of the cabinet presses against my butt cheeks so hard it almost hurts. But I’m already past the point of caring. The ache only increases my arousal. Alexis strokes my slit. “Sweet Jesus, how do you get so wet?”
“Shut up.”
“What do you want me to do?”
I give him a puzzled look.
“Say it, Honor.”
“Say what?”
“Say that you want me to fuck you,” he urges with a glint in his eye that I’ve never seen in any man before.
I think I have this same glint in my eye when I see a handbag or shoes that I desperately want to have. “Fuck me, Alexis.”
He presses his lips against mine, pulls my hand away from his hard cock, and positions it right at the entrance of my pussy. Once he’s pushing inside of me, I close my eyes. He fills me slowly, stretches me, and I have to suck in a sharp breath, since he is really damn big. I want to touch him, but I need my hands to hold on to the cabinet, to brace myself. Alexis pulls back, and then his first thrust comes hard, and then a second, a third. He holds onto my waist as his hips grind against mine. He thrusts so deep inside me that it’s almost painful, but I savor even this borderline pain. I know that I’m knees deep in making the biggest mistake of my life, since he’s still technically my boss. It’s always the forbidden fruit that has the sweetest taste, they say. And he’s such a damn tasty fruit.
I tilt my head back and sigh, and Alexis leans forward to kiss my throat. “Oh my god.”
He nibbles on the sensitive skin as he pushes even deeper inside of me. “You’re so hot … and tight,” he pants, after the tip of his tongue has glided teasingly across my ear.
I try to move with him, but my awkward position makes it impossible. I can’t move without slipping from the cabinet.
He starts to rotate his pelvis, which elicits a cry of lust from me. From me! I’m never loud when I have sex, I tend to be quiet and normally only moan or sigh softly, but I never cry out. And now I’m suddenly loud and wild, and I know this is only a one-time event.
Alexis puts his hands on my thighs, pulls me closer and thrusts into me with even greater force than before. My pelvis slaps against his as if to applaud his moves, and I feel myself drifting rapidly closer to the proverbial cliff he’ll be driving me over in a moment or two. Warm waves start spreading out from my core, heralding my imminent orgasm. My heated skin tingles with anticipation and I feel the goosebumps rise on my body. I feel him struggle against me. “Good god, you’re milking me,” he gasps as my swollen pussy makes it harder for him to penetrate me.
“Don’t stop,” I moan loudly when he pauses for a moment. “Please don’t stop.”
A low, throaty chuckle rises from his chest, and he pushes into me with all his might. He overcomes the resistance of my spasming tightness, creating delicious friction. Alexis thrusts into me again and again, until I burst with a cry and an orgasm that would pull the rug from under me if I was standing up straight right now.
“You hot mess!” he cries out as he thrusts into me one last, forceful time, emptying himself inside me.
I’m breathing heavily with my eyes closed, trying to come down from my high as he pulls out of me. I’m left with a curious sensation of emptiness, which isn’t surprising, given the sight of his marvelous cock. When I open my eyes again, he’s standing at the sink, cleaning himself. I watch him as I start to slide down from my perch on the cabinet.
“You stay there,” he says in a husky voice.
I pause.
Alexis approaches me with a washcloth. “I shouldn’t be asking this, but I assume you’re on the pill, right?”
“Nope.”
He pales. “You’re not?”
I shake my head. “No, but I’ve gotten an IUD two years ago, so we’re safe.”
He exhales with obvious relief. “Thank god.”
That served to dampen the mood in a second. The elation is gone, and the dancing endorphins in my veins seem to be silenced by this blow.
He washes me clean, an action that seems suddenly way too intimate for the situation. Then he straightens. “No trace left.”
“Thanks.” I slip down from the cabinet and throw the towel into the laundry basket.
“What’s wrong?” he asks as he follows me into my bedroom.
“Nothing. It’s just the fact that it was a mistake to get this close to you,” I reply, putting on my underwear.
He snorts. “You liked it at least as much as I did, Honor.”
“Of course I liked it, but your fear of becoming a father somehow destroyed the moment.”
His answer is a chuckle. “I’m not afraid of becoming a father, but do you have any idea what people would think if I, the biggest womanizer of the band, would have a kid at my age?”
“Yeah, they would think you were in love and found happiness, but don’t worry, I’m not a threat to your career as the singing womanizer.” I put on a top and a pair of jeans.
“That was not what I meant, Honor,” he replies and blocks my way.
“Then what did you mean? Do you believe I’d have your child so I could force you to pay child support?” I ask flatly.
He shakes his head. “No, I wouldn’t think something like that. I just don’t want to get you into a situation that would destroy your career.”
“Thank you, I can assure you that won’t happen, because I know how to protect myself. Maybe you should carry a bunch of condoms wherever you go, so you can never get anyone else into that situation,” I counter, unable to suppress a disdainful smile. “But to save this current situation … It was fun, but it won’t happen again.” I pat him on the arm and walk towards the door.
“Are you serious?”
I look at him. “Yes.”
“Wow.”
“What?”
“No woman has ever blown me off before.”
“There’s a first time for everything, even for a rock star.”
The corner of his mouth twitches, but that is all the emotion I seem to be able to elicit.
“I’m going to have breakfast.”
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
I nod, and then leave the room and walk down the stairs. “Good morning, Ms. Cunnings,” I greet the housekeeper. She’s busy at the stove. I study her and add, “You look tired.”
“Good morning, Miss Prescott. I didn’t sleep well after Alexis gave me such a scare.”
I walk over to the stove. “Why don’t you sit down and I take care of this?”
“No, no, that’s my job. That’s what I’m here for.”
“Ms. Cunnings, I don’t want to see you collapse as well. Pour yourself a cup of coffee and sit down. I know how to make pancakes. Please,” I insist. I won’t give in until she finally sits down.
She sighs and tucks a strand of her blond hair behind her ear. “Miss Prescott, it’s really not a problem. I like preparing breakfast for everyone.”
“Sit down, Ms. Cunnings. I will stand here until you take a seat at the table.”
Her lips curve into a smile, until it reaches her eyes and highlights the crow’s feet. “Thank you, love.”
“You’re welcome.”
She sits down at the table and fans herself. “I love those boys as if they were my own sons. My heart breaks to see Alexis suffer.”
“I’m sure he will get back on his feet,” I reply with conviction.
“That’s not going to happen, child. They’re on the road for weeks on end, touring the country and even abroad, sitting through strings of press appointments. And now
there will be a tour in Asia as well. That frightens me, since it’s going to be exhausting for all of them.”
“Well, of course it’s going to be exhausting, but I’m sure the guys are well-versed in all of this already, so they will know how to make it through. Don’t you think?”
“Maybe the others are, but Alexis won’t come out unscathed, if they insist on him being part of that tour.”
“I don’t believe the tour is going to happen if his health doesn’t play along,” I reply with a smile, while keeping an eye on the pancakes.
“You know what he needs?” she asks, and I can feel her gaze resting on me.
I look at her. “No, what do you think he needs?”
“A girlfriend. Look at Linden and Miss Leroux, or Gavin and Miss Dubois. Both are so much more even-tempered, happier, and far less prone to overestimating their strength and capabilities. That is what Alexis needs, too, to alleviate his loneliness and get him to see that he doesn’t have to be superman. He needs someone who brings him back down to earth.”
I react with a curt nod. “Someday I’m sure he will find a woman who can turn him into a more balanced person.”
“Who will?” Alexis’s voice startles me suddenly. “What are you doing at the stove, Honor?”
“Ms. Cunnings isn’t feeling all that great, because she didn’t get enough sleep last night. So I forced her to sit down and let me make the pancakes,” I explain in a voice that forbids any objection on his part.
“Oh, okay.” He sits down at the table. “I’m sorry, Ms. Cunnings.”
“It’s okay, Alexis,” she says.
I study the two of them. Alexis seems to like her a lot. Ms. Cunnings is probably the only person in his universe that is at least somewhat motherly. I know that they all are from Florida originally, but I don’t know why they are living out here in the Hamptons. Maybe it has something to do with their management being in New York State. My contract stated a New York City address.
When the pancakes are ready, I carry them over to the table. We eat in silence, or rather I remain silent, while Alexis and Ms. Cunnings strike up a conversation after the first few bites. I should call Jayden after I’m finished, and Krys and Micah, to tell them what an amazing place this is. But Jayden needs to know what happened to Alexis. That he fainted last night. He is his physician, and Mr. Young asked me to keep an eye on him. Maybe I shouldn’t mention my talent for picking locks though.
After we’re all done, Alexis and I clean up the kitchen, because he told Ms. Cunnings to take the day off. He demanded that she get some rest, lest she collapses on us, too. He gets brownie points for his compassion, which tells me that he isn’t so devoid of feelings after all.
“Speaking of protection …” he begins incongruously, and doesn’t sound the least bit shy about it. “I hadn’t planned to fuck you, but seeing your body covered only by a flimsy towel … so exciting and voluptuous … I couldn’t hold back.”
“What a strong excuse,” I comment dryly as I put the dishes into the dishwasher.
He moves to stand behind me and strokes my butt. “I carry a condom with me now.” His smirk is pure provocation.
“I’m sorry, I’m wearing my chastity belt,” I counter, straighten and close the dishwasher. “And I’m afraid I lost the key,” I add as I turn around to face him.
Alexis smiles at me and raises his hands, as if to cup my face, but I retreat. “There’s no chance I can get any more amazing sex from you, is there?”
“No chance at all.”
He lets out a sigh. “That’s really … regrettable.”
I clear my throat. “I have a vibrating pal that can do everything you do, maybe even better than you do.”
His expression shows me that my words hit home. Now we’re even in terms of ruining a moment. “Okay, I’m not going to come close to you again, except maybe to bring you batteries.” But he does come closer, very close actually. “I’d advise you to pull your BOB from your ass though, since it clearly makes you bitchy.”
He turns on his heel and leaves the kitchen, and I watch him go with a perplexed expression on my face. “Asshole,” I say under my breath when he’s out of sight. Then I return to my room to call Krys.
“Hey, hey, prima donna. Everything fine and dandy with you?” she says cheerfully.
“Hey. Yeah, I guess so. How are you doing?” I reply.
“Everything great over here, but if you say ‘I guess so’, that kind of sets off the warning bells. What happened?”
I tell her about what happened yesterday and this morning. I tell her everything, including the sex, even though I normally don’t talk about things like that. I also mention the little run-in in the kitchen a few minutes ago.
She laughs. “Oh wow, finally someone who takes it up with you. And you owe me a handbag.”
“Thank you very much, you think this is funny?”
“Honestly? After you attacked his ego and told him that your vibrator does it better, you deserved at least a little comeback.”
I snort. “He acted like a total asshole.”
“To be fair though, he warned you on the ride there, didn’t he? You know he makes himself out to be the asshole. I didn’t expect you to let him get into your pants after that,” she says in a smart-aleck voice.
“Oh come on, Krys, I have no idea what got into me either.”
“You’re into him. That much was already obvious when you guys met at Jo’s bar,” she states, her voice much warmer now.
“Alright, maybe I do, but you know that I don’t want to start anything, because my career is more important. Alexis could destroy everything.”
“Or he could help you. He’s got all the interesting connections. Why don’t you use your association with him to get to know a few influential people?”
“You mean I should take advantage of him?” I ask, taken aback by her suggestion.
“Yes. I know that this may be the meanest bit of advice I’ve ever given you, but if you don’t want anything serious anyway, you could use his attraction to your advantage,” she explains.
I shake my head, even though she can’t see it. “That is more than insidious; I don’t do stuff like that. Plus, he doesn’t want anything serious either. And after what happened a few minutes ago, I’m sure he’s not going to risk me rejecting him again.”
“You could also just try and become friends with him; no need to hop into bed. If he likes you, he’s going to try and support you of his own account. They all recognized your potential, because they hired you, so that’s only the logical next step.”
I’m shocked by her suggestions. How can she propose that I take advantage of these people? All I want is to do a good job here. There are quite a few former background singers who managed to get their own careers in the spotlight. I’m not going to work for Downstairs Alley forever. Someday I’ll be the one center stage, but I don’t want to get there by taking advantage of Alexis Kingston. He might not be the friendliest man in the world, but he doesn’t deserve anything like that either. “I want to make it on my own, Krys. You know I’m not a calculating person.”
She sighs. “You’re right. I’m sorry I suggested as much.”
“It’s okay; you’re only trying to support me any way you can think of, right?”
“Right,” she replies with a giggle.
“Let’s move on to Micah and Jo then. How are they doing?”
“Good, I think. I can tell you more once I’ve seen them again.”
“Are you taking the job at Jo’s?” I inquire.
“Yes, we agreed that I am, and I’m looking forward to working there. I bet it’ll be tons of fun.”
“Yeah, it’s a great job.”
There’s a doorbell ringing somewhere in the background. “Honey, I gotta go, that’s my brother. Call me again, okay?”
“Sure. As soon as I’ve done another stupid thing.”
“Awesome, more drama. Don’t let Alexis drive you too crazy, and don’t get weak
again.”
I laugh softly. “Talk to you soon, Krys. Take care.”
“You too, Honor.” She hangs up and I drop my phone onto the bed next to me.
Then I fetch my iPad and my notebook. I’m going to try to write a song, just so I won’t get bored. I open the app and my notebook, and then I start to play a string of notes that doesn’t sound all bad. But it’s slow enough to count as a ballad. “When I see your face, my heart wants to burst,” I sing and immediately realize that it sounds terrible. It doesn’t fit. How do people like Bruno Mars and Kelly Clarkson go about writing songs? I guess most people have someone do it for them. I know that Downstairs Alley have written all their own songs so far, so I could ask Alexis how it’s done, if I wanted to ask him. I leaf through my notebook, which is filled with diary-like entries that are more like sketches of the way I felt at certain times. I keep writing about wanting to find the man of my dreams. I must be a far cheesier person than I’d like to admit. This is horrible. “I should start with the music.” I get up from the bed and search for larger sheets of paper, but I didn’t bring my legal pad, and I can’t find anything like that in the room. There are only the few sheets of music that Alexis had in his hand this morning. I pick them up and put them on my desk. I guess I need to ask him after all. Before I can reconsider, I walk over to his room. I take a deep breath when I stand in front of his door, but before I can knock, it is opened.
“Holy crap, why don’t you let me know that you’re here?” he asks, taken aback.
“Sorry, I was just about to knock on your door.”
He gives me a questioning look. “Is there anything you need?”
“No, I was just wondering if you had a few empty sheets of paper for me?”
“What for?”
“I need to write down some notes, so I need paper, because I left my legal pad in New York City,” I answer calmly.
“Then you need the special sheet music paper. I just printed some out.”
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