The third boy, although older like the second had been, hadn’t been much better. His kisses were kind of nice, but he didn’t caress her at all. Instead he told her what a sexy little body she had, how her “boobs” were nice, a little small for his tastes, but he could “make do.” Naturally, by that time Allexxiss was totally turned off. She even told him she’d changed her mind about the whole thing, but he’d told her that he “needed” to do it, because it would hurt him if he didn’t. Like a fool, she’d believed him.
Sherry had walked up to that particular young man and slapped him the next day for telling Allexxiss that. She’d had a few choice words for the young man as well. Allexxiss was sure she just wasn’t meant to have sex. She’d decided she must be frigid or something.
Sitting watching Sherry with all the men dancing attendance on her, Allexxiss wondered what she’d been thinking coming to a bar with Sherry. She knew by the end of the night, she’d end up feeling like the ugly duckling again, and she didn’t want her birthday trip to London spoiled like that.
Allexxiss sighed out loud at the thought.
“Try this,” said the handsome bartender, who was now right by her, pushing a glass at her.
Allexxiss looked at him for a long moment; his grin was back, his green eyes on her again.
She gingerly sipped the drink from the miniature brandy glass. Her eyes widened at him, it tasted wonderful!
“What is it?” she asked.
“Häagen-Dazs Dutch Vanilla,” he told her, his eyes twinkling as he smiled down at her. “I figured it was a little more your speed.”
She bit her lip as she smiled at him, thinking how very sweet he was being. He had a pub full of people to tend to and he was taking the time to find her a drink she could handle.
“Thank you …” she said, her voice trailing off, hoping he’d give her his name.
He didn’t.
“You’re very welcome,” he said, giving her a wink as he walked over to take care of another customer.
Allexxiss sat drinking the drink he’d given her. When her glass was empty, he appeared at her side, handing her another with a wink.
Within the next hour, she was feeling quite tipsy, and brave. When she looked up to find him behind the bar again, she found to her utter dismay that he was gone. She shrugged to herself, assuming he’d gone on a break or something. When he didn’t reappear in the next hour she started feeling depressed. The second bartender noticed her dejection.
“What’s the matter, love?” he asked.
Allexxiss looked up at him. He had brown hair worn to his collar and blue eyes. He was nice looking but nothing like the handsome man who’d been giving her drinks all night.
“Where did the other guy go?” she asked, the alcohol giving her more nerve than she’d normally have.
“Oh, he had to go take care of something,” the other man said airily. “I’m Josh, can I get you something?”
“Yes, Josh,” Allexxiss said, feeling depressed suddenly, “can you get me his phone number?”
Josh smiled brilliantly, then bent down to whisper next to her ear. “I can do better than that, I’ll take you to him,” he whispered. “Hang out here after we close.”
With that, Josh went off to help other customers.
Two hours later the bar closed, and Allexxiss and Sherry waited in their same seats. By this time Allexxiss was sobering up, and thinking she was probably crazy for trusting this other man. Did she know that he was telling the truth? What if this Josh was some kind of nut? What if the other bartender was too? What if … Her mind kept throwing questions at her, they halted when Josh walked up behind them, putting on his jacket.
“Come on then,” he said, sounding very English.
Sherry giggled, thinking that Josh was nice looking and she wouldn’t mind following him. Sherry realized that Allexxiss was interested in the really gorgeous bartender, and she was nothing if not a loyal friend. This was Allexxiss’ birthday trip and Sherry wanted her friend to have the best time humanly possible. If that meant a little tête-à-tête with a handsome bartender, then why not?
On the short walk down the street, Allexxiss sobered more, and by the time Josh was opening the door to his apartment, she was sure he was crazy and that they were walking into some kind of death trap. She couldn’t get her mouth to say the things she knew she should though, so she dumbly followed Josh inside. He motioned to her with his head to follow him. Once again she did, knowing she was being so stupid, but the alcohol still fogging her senses just enough to keep her from saying no.
Josh walked down the hallway of the apartment, stopping at a door at the end. He knocked and Allexxiss heard a “Yeah?” from the other side.
“Beege, you got company,” Josh said, then he opened the door, motioning her inside. With that, Josh walked back down the hallway.
Allexxiss stepped through the doorway. Her eyes went to him instantly. He was lying on the bed, bare chested and barely covered with a sheet on his lower half. His long hair that he’d had in a ponytail at the bar was loose and flowed around his shoulders. Her senses went wild at the sight of him.
He was grinning at her again. He sat up, pulling the sheet with him to keep his lower half covered.
“We meet again, little one,” he said, his voice a caress.
Allexxiss could almost feel it in his voice. She began to tingle at the thought.
“I,” she stammered, “I asked your friend for your, uh, phone number.”
He looked surprised, pleasantly so. “Why did you do that?”
“I…” she began hesitantly. “Well I just sorta felt like we connected and I didn’t want to not talk to you again,” she said, biting her lip in her sudden uncertainty.
“C’mere,” he said simply.
“What?” she asked, her mouth going dry at the implication in his word.
“Come here,” he said in a measured voice, emphasizing the word “here” by putting his hand on the bed next to him.
Allex hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the bed. She sat down looking at him. He leaned forward, his body within inches of hers, his eyes staring down into hers. She could smell his cologne, it had a strong masculine feel to it, but she had no idea what it was. She felt the desire to reach out and touch his chest. It was so nicely defined, not too muscular though, with just a dusting if hair.
“There wasn’t a chance of us not talking again,” he told her, his tone sure.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Josh was told to get the name of your hotel at all costs before the end of the night.”
Allexxiss felt warmth spread through her, he did want her. She hadn’t been imagining things. But she knew she needed to play this game properly, lest he be put off.
“Why would you want my hotel name?” she asked coyly.
“So I could find you,” he replied simply.
“And why would you want to do that?”
“So I can have you,” he countered. The tone of his voice and the fact that he moved a few inches closer to her left no doubt in her mind what he meant.
“You want me?” she asked, dropping all pretext of being coy, her blue eyes staring up into his with astonishment.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life,” he replied with intensity.
With that, he leaned forward again, closing the distance between their bodies, and his lips claimed hers. His hands slid around her back to pull her body to his. Allexxiss was sure she was going to melt. His lips were so strong and demanding she found herself responding with a lot of her own demands. When his tongue slid between her lips, she groaned deeply. Her body was going up in flames and he was fanning them with his hands that were now unbuttoning her shirt. Within moments he had the garment open, and his hands touched her bare skin, making her gasp against his lips.
He went on undaunted, his hands moving over her skin, moving up her stomach, his thumbs brushing over her breasts through her bra, making her moan again. She
pressed closer to him, wanting to take everything he had to give her. His mouth left hers to move seductively down her neck. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, her nails grazing his skin as his lips moved sensually down her neck. He slid his hands her skirt, making simple work of removing it. Within minutes, she was willing to do anything to get him to make love to her. But he took his time, touching her, caressing her, kissing her. His hands touched her everywhere, finally settling between her legs, caressing her and making her gasp. Before Allexxiss knew what was happening her body was consumed with flames, and she cried out over and over as the orgasm overtook her. She’d never felt like this and he hadn’t even made love to her yet.
As she trembled, he pulled her to him, pressing her against him, she felt his heartbeat against her chest. His lips moved to her shoulder, his hands caressing her back, making her senses start to tingle again. She pulled back to look up at him. His blue-green eyes burned into hers. She kissed his lips, then moved to kiss his neck, and he groaned immediately. His response fueled her courage. She began kissing his neck, his chest, touching his body, and feeling him respond passionately.
Before long, she found herself under him, his body sliding inside hers, making her cry out at the feeling. He was bigger than the boys she’d been with before, but it didn’t hurt. He seemed to fit her perfectly, filling her and making her feel as if he’d just completed her. The thought struck her, but then was shoved aside by the torrent of sensations that followed. She orgasmed no less than three times before he finally gave into his need, giving an impassioned yell that sent her over the edge once more.
Afterwards they lay together, both panting to try and catch their breath. He lay over her, but slightly to the side, keeping his full weight off her. His lips were pressed to her shoulder, as his hands still stroked her stomach rhythmically.
“You were meant for me,” he whispered against her skin, his tone sounded like he’d just amazed himself with that statement.
“What?” Allexxiss asked, her voice still breathless.
He raised his head, and looked down at her. “You were made for me. You didn’t feel it?”
Allexxiss looked back at him for a long moment, staring up into his beautiful blue-green eyes, and remembering her thought that he had completed her when he was inside her.
“Yes, I did,” she answered, and was rewarded with a brilliant smile, his eyes lighting up like green firelight.
He leaned down then kissing her deeply, making her body sing again instantly.
When their lips parted Allexxiss stared up at him, then shook her head slowly.
“What?” he asked, grinning.
“I just realized I don’t even know your name,” she said, her voice reflecting her chagrin.
His grin widened.
“Josh called you Beege …” she said, her voice trailing off as she looked up at him.
“BJ,” he supplied.
“And BJ stands for?” she asked.
“Brenden James,” he told her, grinning again.
“I guess you already know my name, right?” she asked.
“If that was your real name on the ID, yes,” he replied.
Allexxiss stared back at him for a long moment. “You knew it was a fake?”
“Of course,” he said.
“But you served me anyway.”
“I had to keep you in my bar.”
“I would have stayed even if you wouldn’t serve me a drink,” she told him.
“I couldn’t take the chance that you’d run if I called your bluff.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because if I hadn’t been just a bit drunk, I wouldn’t have been brave enough to ask Josh for your phone number.”
“Ah, but I had that covered,” Brenden replied again, laughing.
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” she said, smiling.
“So,” he said, his tone growing more serious, “how old are you really?” His eyes searched hers critically.
Allexxiss bit her lip, nervous all of a sudden, and almost afraid to answer him. What if he wouldn’t see her anymore? She was under age after all. What if he was disgusted? What if …?
“Allexxiss,” he said, saying her name for the first time and interrupting her worried thoughts, as if reading her mind. “I already know you’re under eighteen, otherwise why would you need a fake ID?”
Allexxiss took a deep breath and sighed. “You’re right. I’m sixteen.”
Brenden nodded, looking like he’d suspected that already.
“I know I’m really young …” she began, trying to think of something to balance it with.
“How old do you think I am, Lex?” he asked, shortening her name in a way no one had before.
She grinned at the name, then looked up at him. She wasn’t sure how old he was, but was at least sure he was older than twenty.
“I’d say about twenty-three.”
Brenden grinned widely. “Try eighteen, babe.”
“Eighteen!” she exclaimed, shocked. He nodded. “You seem a lot older than that.”
He shrugged. “Probably because I’ve been on my own since I was fourteen.”
“Wow, really?” she asked, surprised by his admission.
He nodded.
“That would explain your maturity,” she said.
“Yes, it would,” he replied.
In the end, they spent days on end together. She spent almost every one of her two weeks in London with him. Sherry could have chewed nails. She was jealous that first of all Allexxiss spent all of their vacation with some guy, but worse still, the guy was incredibly gorgeous. Allexxiss spent every night curled up in Brenden’s arms, she was sure she’d discovered heaven. He was funny, sexy, handsome, and generally wonderful. He told her that this wasn’t his normal behavior with women, and that he’d gone and broken up with his girlfriend the night he’d met her. That he’d “known” Allexxiss was “the one” the minute he’d met her. That had been what he’d had to “take care of” that night when he’d left the bar.
He told her over and over again, that she was the one he was meant for. That they’d been made for each other. She believed him. Lying in his arms at night, she didn’t think about anything but him. She didn’t think about home, or her parents, or school. She just thought of being with him, all the time. She didn’t even want to think about going home and leaving him.
But two weeks later, it was just what she had to think about
She showed up at his apartment late in the evening. He’d been worried he wouldn’t get to see her before she left. She was due to leave for home the next day. When she walked into his room, he knew something was wrong instantly.
He sat up, having been lying back on his bed listening to music.
“What is it?” he asked, his eyes searching her face.
He took her hand and pulled her down next to him on the bed. Leaning down, he kissed her lips softly.
“Tell me,” he said, worrying about her suddenly.
“Bren,” she said, her voice a desperate whisper. “I can’t, I can’t …” she said shaking her head miserably.
He pulled her close, stroking her hair, soothing her.
When she’d calmed, he asked again what was wrong.
She looked up at him, her face set in a sad unhappy line. “I’m pregnant, Brenden,” she told him.
His mouth dropped open for a long moment. He stared down at her, unable to believe what she’d just said. Then he closed his mouth, and started to smile.
“Marry me, Lex,” he told her.
“What?” she asked, unable to comprehend what he’d meant.
“You heard me, baby girl, marry me. I love you, and now you’re having my child, it’s meant to be. Marry me,” he told her, his tone intense, his hands cupping her face. “I love you, Lex, I love you, and I need you with me. The thought of you being gone, going back to America, kills me, but I didn’t want to stand in your way. But now, now you need me t
oo. Stay with me, Lex, here. Stay, I love you.”
She stared up at him for a long minute, her eyes searching his face. She knew what he was saying. He was saying what she’d been feeling, that this might be a sign that they were meant to stay together. She did love him, he was all she could think of. He was everything to her.
“Yes,” she said, smiling softly, “yes.”
He hugged her close, kissing her deeply.
Within a week, the deed was done and they were married.
She had called her parents, telling them she wanted to stay in England for an extra two weeks. They’d allowed it, but within a week of getting back to America, Sherry had made a point to go over and tell her parents what was really going on.
They were on a plane a few days later. They arrived in London the day after Brenden and Allexxiss were married. After locating the flat where Brenden lived with Josh, according to Sherry’s directions, they marched up the steps and knocked on the door.
A very surprised Josh answered, half dressed.
“What’s this now?” Josh asked, having been roused from sleep.
“We want to see our daughter,” Charles Ramsey gritted out.
“And your daughter would be who?” Josh asked, being purposely obtuse.
“Allexxiss Ramsey!” Jenae Ramsey exclaimed, aghast at the look of the building.
“Ah, Beege’s bird, come on in then,” he said, standing back and holding the door open.
Josh promptly walked them back to BJ’s room, and knocked on the door.
“Beege, you got more company!” he yelled through the door.
“Wot?” Brenden had the time to query before the door was thrown open by Charles Ramsey.
Brenden and Allexxiss were lying in bed, clearly naked. They’d been sleeping in, after having stayed up most of the night celebrating their wedding and making love late into the night and morning.
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