The Unidentified Redhead (1)

by Alice Clayton

  We were quiet for another minute and then I pulled away.

  “Let's order some dinner so we can get to the sexy times sooner,” I said, clapping my hands and breaking the spell that Rodgers and Hammerstein always cast.

  I moved past him to get the room service menu when he caught my hand. I stood, half in and half out of the doorway, with him tugging on my hand. “Hey, Gracie. Where you running off to?” he asked, pulling me towards him.

  “I'm not running anywhere,” I answered as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Feeling emboldened, I continued, “Wanna know a secret?”

  “What's that, love?” he asked, sweeping a series of gentle kisses along my jaw.

  “It's not that much of a secret, but I want you to know…” I started, but he interrupted me.

  “Hey, if you're going to say what I think you're going to say…wait, are you going to say it?” he asked, smiling down at me.

  “Yes, yes I think so.” I grinned shyly back.

  “Well, then I think we should say it at the same time, yes?” he suggested.

  “Count of three?” I asked. He nodded.

  “One…” I started.

  “Two…” he said, eyes twinkling.

  “Three,” we said together. We both paused, smiling hugely, and then I took a deep breath.

  “Jack, I love you.”

  “I know,” he said at the same time.

  Ass…

  “Ass!” I said, smacking him on the arm.

  “That was great!” he laughed. I turned and started to walk off the patio in a mock huff, feeling his arms grab at me and not let me go. I smiled since my back was to him and he couldn't see.

  “Gracie, Gracie, Gracie. You know how I feel.” He chuckled, turning me around to face him.

  “Say it, George. I want to hear you say it,” I teased, scratching his scalp the way I knew he loved.

  “Well lately, I find myself quite in love with you, Sheridan,” he said, tracing my mouth with his fingertips.

  I kissed them, and then said. “Mmm, I love you too, Hamilton. I really, really do.”

  He kissed me then, slowly and sweetly, and then pulled away a little to look at me.

  “You didn't just say it because I got you drunk, right?” he asked, grinning sexily.

  “No dear, I got drunk all on my own. Now can we please order dinner?”

  “Let's go get the menu, Nuts Girl.” He laughed, taking my hand and leading me into the cottage.

  “I don't need to look at the menu, just order me a grilled cheese and a chocolate shake. And ask them to bring more candy, please,” I instructed, heading towards the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

  “Grilled cheese, shake, got it,” he answered, grabbing the phone.

  “And see if they have any energy drinks, something with ginseng,” I called back to him from the other room.

  “You want an energy drink and a shake?” he asked.

  “No silly, the ginseng is for you, to keep up your stamina.” I laughed, changing into one of the hotel robes. I heard him muttering about not needing help with his stamina. He was right about that.

  “Oh, and George?” I asked, poking my head around the corner just in time to see him put the phone down again, rolling his eyes slightly at me when he saw me.

  “Yes, bossy?” he asked, smiling through his clenched teeth.

  “I love you,” I said, blowing him a kiss.

  “I love you, too,” he answered, catching my kiss and placing it on his cheek.

  Yeah, we were pretty freaking great.

  The_Unidentified_Redhead

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  As promised, we ate our room service in bed, clad only in our hotel robes. I insisted that he be bare beneath, making it easier for me and my trusty oonie to pounce after dinner. We laughed and talked, and I even let him have a few bites of my grilled cheese. The shake I kept for myself. Grace does not share ice cream. She does, however, talk about herself in the third person.

  By the time we were done and he wheeled the cart away, I was thoroughly sated and happy. I giggled and applauded when he began performing an impromptu striptease on his way back into the bedroom and I even hummed a burlesque bump-n-grind tune while he danced about. I hooted and hollered, and threw a flower that had been left by housekeeping in appreciation of the show.

  He was truly one of the funniest guys I had ever met. I hoped that as his fame increased that his fans would get to see that side of him. He wasn't just a pretty face. He was damn smart and had one of the quickest wits I'd ever encountered. What I loved about him was that he wasn't ever embarrassed, he always just let go of how silly he sometimes looked. It was absolutely endearing. Who would have guessed the guy who was making women swoon across the country could engage in the silliest robe removal I had ever seen? Certainly not me.

  He finally dropped the robe while I screamed in laughter, crawling under the covers at the foot of the bed, now humming his own tune. I watched as his truly bite-able buns disappeared under the comforter and I squealed as I felt his teeth nip at my ankles. His entire body crept under the covers and I tracked his progress based on the bites I was receiving, my calf, the side of my knee, the top of my thigh, the inside of my thigh, and finally my Hamilton Brand. This was reached only after he prodded my legs apart with his nose, his hands wrapping around my hips and pulling me roughly down the bed. He continued to hum his merry little tune and, at some point, I heard it change into something that sounded like “God Save The Queen”. I began to hum along with him, and I felt him smile against my skin.

  Once he hit the Promised Land however, he stopped humming and I began to moan as he kissed me, tracing the entirety of my sex with his tongue and lips, being agonizingly gentle. I sighed, arching my back like a cat and stretching my arms over my head. Sometimes, he would work me slow and long, and I could tell this was going to be one of those times.

  Those nights were always un-freaking-believable.

  He spread my legs wider, hooking them over his shoulders and continued his gentle caressing. His tongue made delicate circles around me, working up and down and making me moan deeply. His fingers opened me further, leaving me completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do.

  He was so good at this, but instead of letting me have a quick release, he would take me just to where my legs began to shake, and then he would back off, blowing cool breath on me, making me shiver and cry out.

  By the time he had almost made me come the fourth time, I was begging for it. Just before he brought me to the place where I would finally see stars, he moved quickly up my body, poking his head out from under the covers and slipping fantastically into me.

  He entered me slowly, deeply, and I was able to watch his face as he nudged his way inside. We both cried out as he sank in, inch by inch, taking what seemed like an hour to finally be in me. We sighed together and I wrapped my legs around his waist tighter, desperate to have him as deeply as I could take him in. I looked up at him, his face earnest as he slipped in and out, his blonde curls hanging down all crazy and sexy, and his strong arms as he held himself over me. He sucked in his bottom lip and bit down on it with his teeth as I bucked up to meet him.

  Beautiful.

  “Oh, God, Jack, that is…oh, God.” I struggled to find the words to adequately explain how good he felt inside me, and I couldn't. He continued his slow, methodical movements, designed to make me shiver and shake beneath him as I listened to his throaty moans. He hooked my right leg up over his shoulder, and with this new angle, I felt him go even deeper, hitting my J-Spot, which made me cry out instantly.

  “Come for me, Gracie, please…I need to feel you come,” he begged, his hips speeding up as he felt my walls begin to squeeze him more firmly. His brows came together as he continued to pump into me firmly, constantly, and with no let up as I raced towards my orgasm.

  This time, I came crazy quiet. Having been worked to the brink of pleasurable insanity, I was actually silent. I shook
wordlessly, totally caught up in my body and his body, and the effect he had on me. I only came once, and it was like a star exploding. I heard him shout my name as he emptied into me, releasing a great moan as he held himself over me.

  He folded into himself, sinking down to bury his head into my neck and I held him as it was his turn to shake. I held him tightly to me, with my legs and my arms refusing to let him leave my body. I held him as tightly as I could, taking all of his weight and his sighs and his shakes as he completely relaxed into me.

  I ran my nails up and down his back and finally into his hair as he sighed his Jack's Happy Sound into my skin, warming it as he did with his sweet breath.

  We stayed like that for several minutes when he finally lifted his head from my breast. I brushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him softly.

  “Can I tell you something?” I asked.

  “Of course.” He smiled.

  “I love you,” I replied, kissing him again.

  “I love you too, Gracie,” he sighed into my kisses. We cuddled for an hour, wrapped up together and eating hotel chocolate.

  God Save The Hamilton.

  ***

  Later on that evening, we might have gotten some chocolate in places that it had no business being, and we decided a quick rinse off was needed. We had yet to use the huge shower together, and it seemed to be a good time.

  Firing up the overhead rain faucet, we turned on all the side sprays and even turned on the steamer so we could have the sauna effect. I went back into the bedroom to grab one more piece of chocolate, and when I came back in the bathroom, the entire shower was filled up with steam. I couldn't see Jack, but I knew he was already in there because he had thoughtfully written the word POO on the glass door in the steam. I could hear him in there chuckling.

  “Hamilton, you are such a child,” I called out towards the door

  “Sheridan, get your ass in here,” he teased, sticking his head out and releasing a cloud of steam into the room. “The words will get progressively worse if you don't.”

  Mmm, I had missed seeing my Brit all naked and wet. It was…well…steamy.

  I slipped out of my robe as he watched me and climbed in past him. Standing under the main rain shower, I felt the water rush down over me. I could also feel the six other jets spraying different parts of my body, and that was really nice.

  Naughty, almost.

  He grabbed my shampoo, and as he lathered me up, I let my arms snake around his waist, holding his wet body closer to mine. He was careful, as always, to keep the suds out of my eyes, and then as he tilted my head backwards under the spray to rinse clean, he leaned in and kissed the hollow of my neck.

  “Mmm…” I whispered, not being able to help it. He laughed wickedly as he worked the conditioner through, paying special attention to the ends, like I'd taught him.

  Now it was my turn. As I stood on my tiptoes to reach his head, he steadied me with a firm grasp on my breasts. “Grace, I really could look at your tits for hours. God, they are just fantastic…” he trailed off, narrowing his eyes as I massaged the shampoo through, making it stand up wildly. I moaned again softly as his fingers slipped over my nipples.

  What is it about being wet that makes everything feel so amazing? It's as though every sense is heightened, every touch, every caress feels more intense.

  As soon as I rinsed his hair out, he took my shower gel, lathered up a sea wool sponge and began moving it across my body, leaving behind a trail of scented bubbles. I grabbed a similar sponge and proceeded to wash him as well, working my way from his chest and arms, down to his stomach, skipping down to his legs and back up to his Mr. Hamilton.

  He was all kinds of hard. As I slid the sponge across him, he twitched, and when I looked up at him, I saw dark green burning back at me. He lowered his sponge down between my legs and I planted my feet wider, giving him increased access.

  I dropped the sponge, using my hands and the bubbles to stroke him firmly up and down, feeling him get even harder. He mirrored my actions, swirling his fingers through my slick, wet…

  “Grace,” he murmured as he caressed me.

  I moaned, feeling him twitch again as soon as he heard me.

  I could feel the sprays of water hitting my body everywhere and the steam was thick and hot, making my head swim.

  I needed to feel his skin and I pressed myself up against him, our wet bodies sliding across each other's as he pushed me up against the wall. The coolness of the tile, the nozzles spraying in so many directions and the sight of Jack, standing naked under the rain shower, the water running down his face and body made my knees go weak.

  “Fuck me, please, fuck me,” I begged, pulling him still closer. He quickly picked me up, wrapped my legs around him and was inside my warmth instantly. His body held my body in place and he pounded into me, everything slippery, hot, and wet.

  His face was inches from mine as I scratched at his back, getting more and more aggressive with him. The speed with which he slammed into me and the grunts he made each time made me crazy. I crashed my body against his as he impaled me.

  I could feel every inch, every thrust, every pump, and it made me out of my mind with lust. My insides were on fire, loving how hard he was pressing into me, using his strength to ravage my body.

  “Grace…Fuck, Grace!” he groaned.

  “Yes, yes, fuck Grace!” I screamed, feeling his body sliding against mine.

  I could feel my body's tension building, increasing, threatening to split me in two with its ferocity. I pulled at his hair, making him slap at the tiles behind me.

  We came together, with me screaming his name and him biting at my neck as he burst into me. We stayed like that for a moment, panting heavily, the water still beating down. He finally released me, holding me close and kissing me on the cheek. The way he could be dirty and biting me one minute and sweet and loving the next is why he was so incredible.

  Then he whispered, “While you're in New York, I'm having them install a shower like this in your new house. Don't even try to argue with me,” he warned, slapping my ass as he turned to rinse off one last time.

  He would get no arguments from me.

  ***

  That night we exhausted ourselves, staking our claim all over the cottage, and finally, ending up in the one room that was oddly becoming a tradition.

  “Why the hell do we always end up naked in a closet?” he asked sleepily, his hands possessively surrounding my breasts as we came down from another round of mind blowing sexy times.

  “I don't know. We're kinky, I guess,” I croaked, my throat raw from a night of blissful screaming. He really had shown great foresight in choosing accommodations where we were separate from the other guests. I would certainly not want to be in a room next to my loud mouth. Jack had not held back at all, either. He was quite mouthy…in more ways than one.

  I stood up shakily, reaching down for him and pulling him up. We dodged the hangers and the ironing board and made our way back to the bed. I slipped into his discarded shirt and he found his boxers hanging from the TV. I went to my side, and he to his, and as we met in the middle, I said, “George, it is now sleepy times, not sexy times. I need sleep, are we clear?” I asked, raising my eyebrows in a severe way.

  “Hey, you'll get no arguments from me. You've worn me out, woman. I am officially all used up,” he answered, pulling the duvet up over us as I clicked on the TV.

  “Hey, you just said sleepy times. Turn that off, Grace.” He frowned, trying to grab it away from me.

  “Wait, wait…ah ha!” I yelled triumphantly, finding Lifetime and my favorite show.

  The theme song from the Golden Girls streamed into the room.

  “Bloody hell,” he muttered, but by the end of the song he was humming along with me, and by the end of the first scene, he was laughing along with me.

  And by the end of the episode, we were both fast asleep, all tucked in and peaceful.

  ***

  The next mor
ning, we woke up early, started the day with a bang (ahem) and were on the road back to L.A. by ten-thirty. I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with him all day, but Tuesday was getting so close, and I still had so much to do.

  We drove in relative silence, and listened to songs on our iPods. We held hands the whole time and even when we stopped for gas, we were reluctant to separate. It was as if we were quietly beginning to acknowledge how little time we had left with each other and it was getting harder to ignore.

  He kept his hand on my leg the rest of the drive back in L.A., and when we finally pulled into Holly's driveway, it was already mid afternoon. He needed to head back to his place for a while, and as I kissed him goodbye, I almost couldn't let him go.

  He kissed me longingly and swept my hair up into a loose ponytail, holding it on the back of my neck.

  “Crazy, I'll be back before you know it. You won't even have unpacked yet, I bet,” he sighed, looking at my sad face.

  “I know, I know…I'm being silly. You want to stay in for dinner tonight?” I asked. I really didn't want to leave the house for anything. I wanted him all to myself.

  “That sounds great. You can make me dinner.” He smiled, tickling my ribs.

  “We can cook together. You get to help me.” I laughed, squirming out of his grasp.

  “That's a deal. I'll be back as soon as I can, love,” he replied, kissing me once more. Then, he drove away.

  I walked back into the house, shocked at how empty I felt without him there. This was not the way it was supposed to happen. I was supposed to have had a little fling with a hot Hollywood piece of ass, move to New York, and that was the end of it.

  Now, I was head over heels in love with this wonderful guy, leaving in less than two days, and we hadn't even discussed what we were going to do about it.

  What a fucking mess.

  ***

  I went into the house and found Holly in the kitchen. She was sitting at the counter with a plate of crackers and a can of spray cheese.

  She didn't even bother trying to hide the fact that she was really shooting the cheese straight into her mouth and leaving the crackers behind.