“You are such a butt!” she growled.
“Mom, Lily’s calling me a—” Before I could finish my sentence Lily had retrieved the pillow and threw it back at me.
“Ditallu,” I murmured. The pillow transformed, dissolving into a burst of ashes mid flight.
“I hate it when you don’t fight fair,” she scowled, her hands on her hips. She glared at me for a second, her mouth formed into that signature pout. Then, slowly, the corners began to turn up and she started to laugh; we both started to laugh.
“Well, I’m glad you’ve managed to work it out,” said my mother as she walked back into the room. “I came to see if you’d like a cocktail before dinner?”
I stood up and made my way over to the bar. “Alex?”
“Oh, no. Not me. Just a club soda, please.” Alex stood up and stretched, arching her back.
“Do we have any club soda?” I asked Mom who’d just sat down on the sofa where I’d been previously been sitting.
“In the fridge,” she answered. Then she looked appraisingly at Alex. “How are you, dear?”
“Fine,” Alex replied.
Mother just continued to look at her. She let the silence build. Most people aren’t comfortable with silence. You let them experience it long enough; they feel the need to fill it and Alex did.
“Tired, overwhelmed, happy, confused,” she rattled off as she made her way over to me and accepted the club soda that I’d just poured. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” I told her. “Mom? What would you like?”
“Scotch, pour one for your father too. I’ll take it in to him,” she answered.
I poured three, one for myself.
“I’m sure this has all been a lot to take in,” observed Mom.
Alex nodded. “I keep wondering if I’m in the middle of some fantastic dream. When will my father arrive?”
“I suspect tomorrow,” Mom replied. “He doesn’t leave BaMidbar often, arrangements had to be made.”
“I see.”
“Mom?” I held up the two drinks that she’d asked for and waited for her to retrieve them. “Lily, do you want anything?”
“No thanks,” answered Lily. “I’m off to do some research before dinner. I’m trying to narrow down my choice of colleges so that I can start getting ready to arm myself for the argument of the century with Dad,” she explained.
Mom, who was on her way back to the kitchen paused by Lily and leaned down to kiss her on the top of the head. “I keep telling you that things will work out. Your father will come around,” she told her before leaving the room.
“Where are you thinking of going?” I asked her, curious.
“It’s either going to be Baylor or UCSD. They both have great pre-med programs and their medical schools rank in the top ten. I’ve been accepted. I just have to decide…and convince Dad,” she added.
“Baylor? Did you meet that guy that was here earlier, Jake?”
Lily shook her head. “No. Why?”
“That’s where he said he goes. Maybe he could tell you about it first hand. Chase would have his number. Ask him.”
“I will,” she said. Then she stood up, walked over to me, and gave me a hug. “It’s good to have you home,” she whispered.
“It’s good to be home,” I told her. “Don’t worry. You know you have Dad wrapped around your finger. He wants you to be happy, we all do. It’s just…”
Lily sighed as I released her. “No one wants to see me get hurt. I know. But I can’t stay here, wrapped up in this cocoon forever. I’m all grown up now, Dell. I just want to experience life like other girls do. Can you understand that?”
I glanced over at Alex.
“Completely,” I told her.
Chapter Sixteen
“This is your room?” Alex asked as she looked around. The large antique canopy bed that dominated the adjacent wall was covered in cream-colored antique lace with sheer silk curtains. There was a vanity in one corner, and a small sitting area in the other. In front of the bed was a giant armoire that had been converted into an entertainment center. My mother redecorated the room a few years ago. It looked nothing like the room I’d grown up in.
“Well, it’s the guest room now. It looks completely different than when I lived here. It’s funny, I always picture it as being just like I left it.”
Alex walked over to the vanity and lightly fingered the old silver combs and brushes that had once belonged to my grandmother.
The walls of the room were painted a pale yellow but the soft glow of the bedside lamps made it appear deeper, richer, warmer.
“We need to file our report,” she said, changing the subject.
I pulled my laptop out of its case, walked over to the sitting area, and plopped myself down in one of the overstuffed chairs.
“Hand me my drink?” I asked, pointing to the nightstand where I’d set it down before retrieving our luggage. “I’ll check in for us and send them the data file. If I start the transfer now, it should be finished before dinner.”
“Maybe I’ll take a bath and freshen up,” suggested Alex while she unzipped her suitcase.
“Bathroom is through that way,” I told her. “Help yourself to whatever you want.”
Already I was entering in the sequence that unencrypted the contents of my computer and would allow me to sign in via the Agency’s virtual network. I stared at the center of the screen, allowing it to complete the retinal scan.
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“Alex?” I called out quietly, not wanting to disturb her.
“Come in.”
I heard a splash of water.
The bathroom was dimly lit by candles. There was a large assortment of them on the bathroom counter. I’d thought it was a strange place to have candles. Now I was happy that my mother had placed them there.
Alex was submerged up to her shoulders in the deep claw footed bathtub, surrounded by bubbles. Her eyes were closed, her head leaning back against a pillow.
“This is glorious,” she said. “I’m never coming out.”
“Not even for dinner?”
She opened one eye. “That would be rude, huh?”
I set the laptop on the counter and then knelt down next to the tub, resting my arms on the edge. “They’d understand. It would really be okay if you want to take a little time for yourself.”
Alex lifted her head slightly, motioning towards the laptop. “You finished the report?”
“Yup. Just need your imprint,” I said, standing up, and walking back over to the counter. I picked up a hand towel and held it out to her. “Dry off your hand?” Then I carried the laptop back over, holding the screen up so that Alex could read it.
“Did you…um…leave in the part about my getting drunk?” she asked, then she began to nibble on her lower lip in that way that made me crazy.
“No,” I confirmed. “I did report that you distracted Raif by agreeing to have drinks with him while I infiltrated his office and completed the download of the data file. But there’s no mention about the absinthe, nor did I say anything about how wonderful your lips taste,” I told her as I traced her mouth with my finger. “Or about how great they looked wrapped around my di—”
Alex had sucked my finger into her mouth and was provocatively swirling her tongue around the tip. I could feel my cock hardening, lengthening.
“You’re going to make me drop the computer,” I said.
Alex smiled around my finger, then she reached out with a dry hand and pressed her index finger to the touch screen, signing the report.
“There,” she said. “Now you can send it off and join me.”
“In the bath? I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“Well, there’s bubbles in there for one.”
“Is the big strong vampire afraid of bubbles?” she mocked.
“No,” I laughed. “I’m just not a bubble bath kind of guy.”
“But I’m in here…”
“True,” I sai
d, slowly warming up to the idea.
“…and, I’m all wet,” she continued.
Mr. Happy was beginning to think that a bath sounded like a great idea. I quickly toed off my shoes, confirmed that the file transfer and data transfer were underway, then turned my attention back on Alex.
“I want you,” I told her as I began to unbutton my shirt. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
She glanced pointedly at the bulge in my jeans.
“I think I have some idea,” she said.
My hands moved down and began to work at unfastening my belt. My cock was straining painfully against my zipper. I reached for the pull, slid the zipper down, and then let my cock spring forth as I stepped out of the last of my clothes.
“You’re beautiful,” she murmured softly.
“Ruggedly handsome, maybe. Not beauti—” I began to protest, but she cut me off.
“Bring that great big beautiful cock over here so that I can suck it,” she demanded.
Who the fuck am I to argue with a request like that? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right? Plus, I can tell you without a doubt, the sight of my dick sliding between her gorgeous pink lips? It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, baby,” I moaned, closing my eyes as she took me into her mouth.
I laced my fingers through her hair and she paused. “No hair pulling,” she reminded me before once again wrapping her mouth around the bulbous head of my cock, sweeping her tongue tantalizingly along the bottom.
“No hair pulling,” I assured her, removing my hands from her hair and placing one of them on the door that was adjacent to the tub.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, opening her throat and swallowing me down.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Never been so deep.”
Alex looked up at me. It was hard to believe that this was only her third time. The girl had a gift.
She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and began to back off, leaving a healthy trail of thick, wet spit. As she reached the tip, she noticed a drop of pre-cum and pointing her tongue into the groove, she scooped it up with a smile.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” she told me as she leaned over further so that she could nibble at the base before sucking my balls into her mouth, first one, then the other, sucking and licking.
I wanted that too, God how I wanted it. My cock was so unbelievably hard. My knees were beginning to feel weak. I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening. I felt ready to explode.
Alex abandoned my balls and masterfully licked up the path on the underside of my shaft. “Alex!” I gasped listening to the changing sound of my own breaths, evidence that the end was approaching.
A rumble rolled from deep within my chest.
Alex swirled her tongue around the head and then took me one last time, full and deep. She swallowed and swallowed again, building the pressure within the cavern of her mouth. The intensity of it was amazing, then there was another sensation. One I hadn’t felt before. Her finger, slick from the tub, had slide between the cheeks of my ass and was knocking at my back door. Inside it slipped. I didn’t protest. Mr. Happy like it. And when he’s happy, I tend to be happy. Before I could think too much about it, Alex touched something inside of me and I lost control, shooting my cum deep into her mouth, right where she wanted it, and I watched through reddened eyes as she swallowed it down, every drop.
“Mmm,” she moaned, licking her lips.
I resisted the urge to slide to the floor in a heap. Instead I climbed into the bath, stepping between her legs and then sitting down so that my back rested against her chest and she had me cradled in her arms.
“I hope no one expects me to talk tonight at dinner. Sweetheart, you’ve left me utterly speechless,” I told her as I laced my fingers through hers, then lifted her hands to my mouth. I sighed and closed my eyes, letting the warmth of the bath and her embrace sink in.
“I love your mouth,” I whispered.
“I thought you loved my eyes?” she teased.
“Those too.”
“And my breasts?”
“Mustn’t forget those.”
“Dell?”
“Hmm?”
“Did I do all right? I’d done some reading lately and I wanted to try some new things. Sullivan—”
“You said you were going to end it with Sullivan,” I snapped, resentful that the blissful feeling that I had been enjoying was getting pushed out by the horrible image of Alex blowing Sullivan Cross.
“I’m going to,” she assured me.
I began to relax again. “Good. I don’t want you seeing anyone else.”
“Ah,” she said, then she kissed my shoulder. “Why?”
“Because I’d have to kill them and that would tarnish my good record,” I replied flippantly.
“Dell…”
“Because I’m in love with you and I want you all to myself. How’s that?”
“That depends,” she said.
“On?”
“Whether that’s just the blow job talking.”
“Hmm. I guess it could be the blow job talking, it was a pretty good blow job,” I teased.
“Pretty good?” she repeated slapping my stomach playfully.
“I hear practice makes perfect,” I told her, grabbing hold of her hands. “Seriously, Alex, I’m in love with you, I want you all to myself. How about it?” I asked wrapping her arms around my waist.
“And do I get to have you all to myself?”
Huh. Well, I hadn’t thought of that. I should have, of course. I’d never been in an exclusive relationship before. But it seemed only reasonable…right? The truth was, right this very moment, I couldn’t imagine wanting to be with anyone but Alex.
“That seems fair,” I told her in agreement.
“I don’t want you to consent because it’s fair. Is it what you want?”
I picked up the bath sponge that had been floating in the water down around my feet, poured some gel onto it, and began to wash my body.
“Yes, it’s what I want,” I told her.
“Then it’s a deal…for now.”
I paused. “For now?”
She gave my shoulder a little push and I sat up, turning around so that I could see her face.
“Well we’re not talking about getting married.”
“Of course not,” I agreed.
Alex took the sponge from me.
“Lay back,” she coaxed, then she started to run the sponge across my chest, creating a nice lather. The slow, circular strokes were soothing and before I knew it, my concerns about how long now would last were evaporating along with the last of the bubbles.
“Dell?” a voice called out.
Damn, I was just really getting into the spirit of this bath thing.
“I’m in the bath, I’ll—”
I’d been about to tell Chase that I’d be right out. But he didn’t bother waiting. Instead he barged right into the bathroom.
“Shit!” he gasped, quickly turning about. “I’m—I’m terribly sorry.”
“Chase, this is Alex. Alex, Chase,” I said, by way of introduction. “Chase, I’ll be right out.”
“Of course,” he muttered, before excusing himself from the bathroom.
I rinsed the remaining soap from my body, stood up, then stepped from the bath.
“You’re father sent me up,” he called out. “He’s located the succubus that requested the spell.”
I grabbed a towel from the rack and hastily wrapped it around my waist. “Talk to me,” I demanded as I walked, still dripping, back into the bedroom. “Do we know who the caster was?”
“All I know is that Luna’s agreed to come. It seems she feels she owes a measure of debt to Chris. She’s willing to work with us.”
“Tonight?”
“Not tonight,” he answered. “Tomorrow.”
“What’s going on?” asked Alex. She’d slipped into the thick terry robe that had been hanging on th
e back of the bathroom door.
“They’ve located the succubus that ordered the spell on you. She’s coming tomorrow to help us,” I quickly recapped. “We should—”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence. Before I could, Alex was in my arms, covering my mouth with hers and silencing me with kisses. I didn’t even notice it when Chase left, closing the door behind him.
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