by B. L. Wilde
“I don’t seem to recall you being invited, Alex,” he spat, shooting daggers at him. “And if you think Natasha will be taking your offer, you’re mistaken!”
“I think that decision is up to Nat. Wouldn’t you agree?” I wanted the ground to swallow me up. My parents sat watching eagerly as the two men argued over me.
“You can’t just show up like this! What fucking right do you have?!”
“Nat and I have unfinished business. If I want to come and see her for her birthday, I will!” David quickly rose from his chair, but I stood up and put my hand on his chest.
“Don’t,” I pleaded. “Not here. Not tonight. You know what he means to me,” I whispered. His shoulders slumped as he nodded.
“The timing has always been wrong with us,” he sighed, running his hands through my hair. “I could have made you happy. You know that, right?”
“I know, but things change. I was wrong about him, David.” He looked over my shoulder at Alex, who was stood right behind me now.
“You’re leaving with him?” David asked.
“I don’t know.” Tears were stinging the corner of my eyes.
“We need to talk, Nat,” Alex said softly. “You need to make a decision.”
“I was going to do that after my meal!” My anger flared at his words. This was what Alex did to me. I turned around and shoved his chest hard. “But just like everything else, you had to have your own way! You couldn’t let me do it my way! You selfish son of a bitch!”
“We can have this discussion somewhere more private, or we can do it right here. It’s up to you.” Alex clenched his jaw, looking over my shoulder at David and my parents. All the hurt and frustration bubbled to the surface.
“No, you’ve barged in on my birthday meal. Let’s do it right here! What do you have to say for yourself and your disgusting behavior back in LA?” I gave him my best bitch brow and waited for his answer.
“I wasn’t prepared to lose you again, Nat. Fuck! Do you have any idea what you mean to me?” He grabbed my arms and pinned them to my side. “I’ve been sitting in my hotel room trying to work it all out. If that call I heard wasn’t about David, it could only be about one other person. I’m scared shitless that I’m wrong, though.” Sobbing, I looked down at the floor. What did it matter? He was never going to return my love. “Straight Lace?” Lifting my face, he softly traced my bottom lip with his thumb. “If you come back to LA, I can’t promise you a fairy tale. I can’t say that I won’t fuck up from time to time, but I can promise that I’ll fall for you, if you’ll let me. I’m already half way there. You’ve gotten to me, Nat. Can’t you see that? I used to have this reoccurring nightmare where I was wandering down a back alley alone with nothing but my guitar strapped to my back. The path never ended, and I couldn’t leave it. I was always trapped. Those nightmares stopped the moment you began to share my bed. You must be able to see what you’ve done to me…what you mean to me. ” I was sure I’d stopped breathing. Tears were falling down my face. Everyone in the restaurant seemed to have stopped what they were doing so they could watch us.
“I…I need to get some air,” I gasped, holding my stomach as I quickly rushed outside.
Bracing myself against the wall, I took deep breaths. Alex Harbour had just admitted that he was falling for me! My insides were about to burst with happiness.
“It seems you have some big choices to make,” my mother stated, wrapping a jacket over my shoulders.
“I can’t put all my hopes and dreams in the hands of a rock star, can I?”
“You’re looking at him in the wrong way, Nat. What I just witnessed was a man confessing that he is falling for a woman. If you love him, go get him!” She winked, kissing my forehead.
“What about David?”
“Stop looking for excuses. Don’t run away this time. You’ll regret it. David will understand and in time move on.”
“I thought you were against me seeing Alex.”
“I was…” She looked back into the restaurant at Alex, who seemed to be deep in conversation with my father. I couldn’t see David. Had he left already? “…but watching him confess to you, looking at the affection in his eyes, that man is falling in love with you, Nat. He wants only you.”
“I want him too. So much,” I sobbed.
“Oh, Natty! Don’t cry. It’s your birthday.” Wrapping her arms around me, she kissed my hair.
“Nat, if this is too much and you want me to leave, just say so,” Alex called while I was still in my mother's arms.
“I’ll leave you two to talk.” My mother stroked my face, wiping my tear stained cheeks. “If you do decide to leave the country, please come and say goodbye first.” I had to laugh at her words.
Alex stood there with his hands in his pockets. “I was hoping for a better reaction when I admitted my feelings to you, Straight Lace. You fleeing out here isn’t giving me much hope.”
“You took me by surprise, that’s all. I…I never expected…” I shook my head, taking a seat on the bench behind me. This was insane. Alex couldn’t be falling in love with me.
“You didn’t expect what?” he asked, sitting next to me.
“You…having…feelings for me!”
“Well, I do, so you’re going to have to deal with it. I know it might make working for me awkward, but we can figure something out. I meant what I said. If I can only have your friendship, I’ll take it. I’ll control my feelings somehow.”
Taking a deep breath, I let the words fall out. It was time to be brave. No more running. “We don’t need to work anything out, Alex. I was talking to my mother that night when you overheard me.” I swallowed heavily as he hung on my every word. I’d never held a man's attention like this before. “It was the first time I admitted to her that I was in love with you. I…I tried so hard to protect my heart, but you’ve taken it. There’s no going back for me. I’ll come back to LA with you. I’d follow you anywhere.” The breath was knocked out of me as he crashed his lips against mine. My hands molded into his hair and I groaned into his mouth.
“Do you have any idea what those words mean to me?” His lips were still against mine. “All this time, I’d believed it was the suit that you wanted, not me. It’s been driving me crazy, picturing the two of you together.”
“It’s you, Alex. You’re the man I want,” I muttered against his lips. He pulled me even closer, inhaling my scent.
“I’m going to fall in love with you, Straight Lace. You’ll be the only woman that can break me. Are you ready for that?” Pulling back, I looked into his eyes. He seemed fearful of my answer. When I touched the side of his face, he tilted his head, rubbing his cheek against the palm of my hand.
“I’m ready, Alex, for anything. Don’t look so afraid.” He half smiled and nodded before pressing his lips once more against mine.
“Nice room,” I mused, taking in the massive suite at The Dorchester.
“This was the suite I was staying in the day of the interviews.” Oh! “After I met you, I rolled around in that bed and made a right fucking mess.” I was burning, watching the hunger in his eyes. “I came so fucking hard, Straight Lace, and I’d only just met you. That’s why I called you that night. I couldn’t let you go. I had to have you. You had to be my girl!”
“You have me, Alex.” I closed the small distance between us, running my hands down his chest. “You’ve always had me.”
He moaned, backing me against the wall and grinding his erection into my center. “I’ve missed the feel of your body against mine.” As he lifted me by my butt and began to trail kisses down my throat, I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I’m not going to fuck you this time, Nat.” I was about to protest but he continued. “I’m going to make love to you. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve felt this way.” He seemed conflicted, maybe even scared. Who had broken his heart? I was desperate to find out.
“You’ll need to get me out of this dress first, then,” I whispered, pulling on his earlobe with my t
eeth to bring his mind back to the present. Sliding down his body, I turned around and stood while he slowly undid the zipper on my dress.
“Did you get dressed up like this for that fucker in the suit?” Alex questioned, letting the dress fall down my body so it pooled at my feet. I was standing there in my black lace underwear and stockings
“No,” I panted as he ran his fingertips down my back, stopping at the top of my black lace knickers. “This was all for you.” He was kneeling at my feet within seconds, his nose pressed against my panty-covered sex. I placed my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance.
“Fucking beautiful,” he cooed, inhaling. I was about to combust, looking at him kneeling before me like this. “Watch me, Straight Lace.” Painfully slow, he hooked his fingers into my underwear and pulled them down my legs. “Don’t break eye contact with me or you’ll be in trouble,” he teased, blowing on my overheated sex. I squirmed, my hands weaving into his hair as he took one lick against my clit. His attack was relentless but loving. He was worshipping me. When I eventually came, my legs buckled beneath me, but Alex was there to catch me and carry me to the bed. As I watched him strip in front of me, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn’t want any barriers between us. I’d been on the pill for years, and was always careful with protection on the occasions I had slept with someone. I was sure Alex would have been careful too.
“I’m on contraception if you wanted to…you know…” Why was I blushing?
“Are you saying I can go bareback?” he beamed, stroking himself. I subconsciously licked my lips. “I haven’t done that in years!”
“I’m safe. I presume you get checked regularly?”
“I don’t have any hideous diseases, if that’s what you’re getting at,” he chuckled, grabbing my ankles and pulling my legs apart. “Fuck, you have such a pretty pussy. I’m going to name her.”
I giggle snorted. “It’s got to go with Jackhammer. The two of them belong together.”
“Too fucking right they do,” he grunted, thrusting inside me, taking me by surprise. “Fuck, right now I’m thinking of calling her the Penis Fly Trap. Shit, you feel good.” I shouldn't have been laughing this much during sex, I was sure of it.
“Ungh, that doesn’t go with Jack…hammer, and stop making me laugh,” I gasped as he set a slow, gentle pace inside me. “What about Kitty?”
“Pretty Kitty. Mmmm…I like it.” I knew this conversation was over the moment he captured my lips with his. I clung to him as he began a faster pace. His lips and hands explored everywhere they could on my body, and when we finally climaxed, it was as one.
“Are you ready for all of this?” Alex questioned. I was currently lying on his chest, exhausted but sated. We’d been making love for hours, reconnecting in a way I’d never experienced before. “Matt, Cody, and Mason can be a right bunch of assholes like me. ”
“I can handle you. I’ll be just fine.” Kissing his chest, I ran my fingertips across the inside of his arm, tracing the Latin words there. “Dum Spiro Spero.” I read the words out loud.
“You asked me once about this tattoo,” Alex whispered, kissing behind my ear. “I wasn’t very truthful with my answer.”
“Oh?” I questioned, moving to look him in the eyes. Pure burning love was gazing back at me.
“I got this ink to remind me not to give up hope.”
“Hope for what?” I frowned, confused. Alex had everything. What more could he hope for?
“That one day, I’d find someone like you. I feel like I’ve been waiting a fucking lifetime for you, Straight Lace. You make me want to live.” Tears were falling down my face before I could stop them. “Hey, don’t cry.” He softly kissed them away.
“Alex, that’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“You know that my album is all about you, right? You opened up my heart again, and the lyrics just wouldn't stop flowing.” It was all too much to take in. “I’m going to spend every day becoming a better man for you. I want to be someone you deserve, not this recovering addict.”
Taking his face in my hands, I stroked his cheeks. “You don’t have to do any of this alone. I’m here for you. That’s what couples do.”
“Is that what we are now—a couple?” His eyes seemed to glaze over in understanding.
“If you want that, yes.”
“Fuck, Straight Lace, I want it. I want it all!” His lips were hard against mine in an instant. I gave in willingly, pouring all my love and devotion into the kiss.
My life with a rock star had finally begun. I only hoped touring with Steel Roses wasn’t going to be as bad as Alex had suggested. Spending months at a time on the road with a famous rock band…how bad could it really be? I’d have to wait and see, I guess.
To be continued…
About B.L. Wilde
B.L. Wilde is a British author obsessed with many things, including heated love stories. Supported fully by her husband, she can often be found at her desk working on her next project.
Her journey into the world of erotica began when she started writing online stories over three years ago, and she hasn't looked back since.
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Other Books by B.L. Wilde
The Seductors Series
Desire (Volume 1)
Hunger (Volume 2)
Devotion (Volume 3)
Roadside Service (A Novella)
The Owned Series written with Jo Matthews
Owned (Volume 1)