FATED
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‘I got so lost in him, so lost in the two of us, so lost it was almost like being found for the first time ever,’ she sobbed harder now and we continued to rock there on the floor.
‘Don’t you think that was his decision to make, Bella? I think he would move heaven and earth for you, if you would only let him in.’ She shook her head suddenly and I knew she had already made up her mind. Nothing I said was going to change her mind; my heart broke for them. My fingers clutched tighter to her already dishevelled clothes and I sobbed with her and for them both.
‘I’m sorry, Frankie, I can’t stay here now.’ I nodded my understanding at her reasoning.
‘I understand but I don’t think you will need to leave, I am certain Nathan is going, I saw him briefly and he looks... defeated... sorry I can’t lie to make it sound any better.’ We had started to stand up. Really I needed to check on Nate and didn’t know how to put it out there into the conversation.
‘Go and see him, Frankie,’ Bella offered. She knew.
Nodding, almost relieved, I had run from one apartment to the other. I banged and banged on his door with both hands. My fists clenched in frustration.
‘Frankie... he’s just left the building.’ Spinning around, I had found Edwards standing there. I must have been pummelling so hard on the door I hadn’t even heard the bloody lift come up.
‘He said he’ll contact you soon.’
Light was starting to come through the windows in my bedroom. My head pounded and my shoulders ached with the tension in them. Even my skin felt on edge. I wanted to go back to sleep and get the two of them out of my thoughts. I found it hard to grasp that only a week ago we had all been so happy up in the mountains and how that happiness could have fallen apart so quickly. Turning over, I threw myself back under my covers and hopefully into oblivion, in doing so I found my body bumping into another familiar, naked one. He was asleep face down as normal, with his hands underneath the pillows. Moving quickly I jumped on top of him and laid myself out flat on my front, pressing my needy skin tightly to him as I snuck my arms underneath his weighty, but extremely well formed, torso. My face nuzzled in the back of his hair.
God I had so needed this. I hadn’t understood just how much.
‘Morning to you too, Frankie’ He was smiling, I couldn’t see it but I could hear and feel it.
He moved an arm up to me and pulled me rapidly down to his side. My leg was lifted and wrapped around his hip and his arms closed around me like a vice.
‘Missed you, baby, it’s been a hell of a long week.’ The scruff on his face was abrasive on my temple as he spoke, but I couldn’t have cared less. I squeezed him to me, not wanting to ever let him go again.
‘I can feel something has missed me.’ I was referring to his hardening cock, protruding its way in between us.
‘Ok I concede, baby, we’ve both fucking missed you.’ He laughed out loud, released me slightly and clasping my chin with one hand he lifted my head up to meet his eyes. My lips were met with his as he brushed them lightly with a chaste kiss. ‘Do you understand just how much?’
His eyes were sleepy but sparkling none the less; I moved one hand to the back of his neck and the other to his just fucked looking, bed hair and brought our mouths crashing back to each other’s. Our teeth mashed together with the force of the kiss. The feeling of needing to consume him washed over me. Never one for losing control for too long, Alex rolled us over and I found myself underneath his hard muscular body. I needed to let him know what had gone on in the last couple of days, but not just yet. First I needed to lose myself in him and with him. He held me as he made love to me, holding me tightly and saying nothing. He stared into my eyes, trying to convey his love. The intensity I felt was palpable, almost like he was shouting out the words loud for everyone to hear. I was so worn out that afterwards I had started to doze again.
‘Sleep, baby, I’ll go and make us some breakfast.’ That one sentence brought me to. For one thing I needed to be with him, I couldn’t bear not to be near enough to touch him and then there was the obvious, that I needed to explain just what had happened here this week.
Grabbing the covers to my chest I sat up hastily, grabbing onto his arm. I started to shake my head.
‘No, stop... I need to tell you about Bella and Nathan, before you walk out of here and possibly bump into her.’ I proceeded to tell him what had gone on. What an absolutely hellish few days it had been.
He was sitting up slightly in bed and I was lying on his chest, tucked under his arm. I wanted this closeness as I told him all about my mother, from start to finish. Holding on to him I felt his heartbeat rise in anger, as I told him what she had wanted me to do for her. Next we discussed Nathan’s mistake in saying he loved Bella out loud and the subsequent spiral downwards of their relationship. Obviously I said nothing of Bella’s past to him and understanding as he was, he didn’t question me. He placed kisses to the top of my head, in encouragement to carry on with the story I was telling, to carry on through the tears that were rolling down my cheeks and onto his chest.
‘Sorry, Frankie... I couldn’t have picked a worse fucking time to leave you, with all that going on.’ He kissed the top of my head again. ‘Before we even think about food, I have to contact Nate... Unbelievable, I just get Scotty on an even keel and then another one of my siblings crashes the fuck out. It’s like trying to hold up a jelly with my hands. I keep running around pushing up the sides and the one I’m not pushing up, spills the fuck out... I must call him and then you and I are going to spend the day together, regardless for once of anyone else... OK?’
‘Mmm Hmm.’ I was still hanging on to him for all I was worth. ‘You never did tell me how it went back home? Nathan did say Scotty was really upbeat and that it was a very positive thing to hear, he said it was something he hadn’t heard in a while.’
‘He doesn’t cope well with Scotty’s illness at all. Scotty has to, at times, cope with severe depression; I don’t think I told you that before?’ I could feel him shaking his head. Not answering him verbally, I shook my head against his chest.
‘They often say, in lots of articles I have read on his illness, that the most brilliantly creative minds can often have some sort of mental illness to handle. We’ve dealt with a lot since our dad died......’
I hadn’t realised, but I had pulled him tighter to me again. I already understood how difficult he found it to open up. It only made me feel more for him.
If that was even possible?
Every time he did, even if it only came in small snippets of information at a time, I appreciated him opening up and sharing with me. His hand was casually running lightly up and down my spine as he talked, it was sending electrical surges to every part of my body. We had to get out of the bed, otherwise as wonderful as it would be; the realisation was we would spend all of this beautiful day together between the sheets. Curious as I was, I needed to know what he had got planned for our day together. Moving quickly now, I sat up and over him, making sure I straddled his stomach and not his once again hardening cock. I began to tickle up and down all over his sides and ribs. Alex just leant back with his arms now behind his head, smirking at my evidently extremely feeble attempts to make him laugh.
‘What are you up to, baby?’ He raised both eyebrows and smirked.
‘Apparently what goes around comes around... I seem to remember you tickling me before to get what you wanted... so here I am,’ I gave him a huge grin. He really was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His eyes lit up with fiery amber flecks, the surrounding green sparkled. His huge grin had brought out his dimples to play. His very evident overnight scruff just added to the amazing picture. He had tensed up all of his muscles on his torso, in a bid to stop my tickling make him laugh.
‘There are easier ways to get what you fucking want from me; you must know that by now?’ He continued to s
mirk at me.
My fingers sustained their movement all over him, but it was beginning to infuriate me that I couldn’t find one area where he lost control, bloody control freak. He was laughing now, but at my ridiculous tickling that had turned into heavy handed prodding.
‘What about here?’
‘Here?’
‘Oh come on... you must be ticklish somewhere?’ I almost yelled at him.
His hands came down from his head suddenly and with very evident purpose. My hands were grabbed and pushed to my sides as he forcibly moved me back onto his now fully engorged cock. He winked as my eyes found his again at the surprise of the movement and where I now found myself. He flicked out his tongue to wet his lips.
Dear God, I so wanted to bite that tongue.
‘Surely you must know by now, baby, what you have to fucking do to get your own way around here?’
‘Look, Mister the second whoever you are... I have already done YOU this morning... I have no bloody intention of doing YOU again... for quite a while... Thank YOU.’ As I spoke in my best school ma’am voice, I had also moved my arms, once they had been released, and they were now crossed over my chest. With a very noticeable result, as Alex was now having a conversation with my boobs. He continued to lick his lips, the consequence being that my nipples hardened to stiff, almost painful, points in front of his eyes. His large cock was flexing underneath me and I could feel myself beginning to flood.
‘OK... thank you, that’s good to know, baby... So you won’t mind if I do this then?... as you’ve already... done me.’ He mimicked the sound of my accent, stupidly, but it made me laugh. He contracted all his stomach muscles to sit up unexpectedly; placing his arms behind me he pulled my front and my nipples into his face. He began to lick and nip at each one simultaneously. My head threw back and I closed my eyes.
OK maybe I could go again?
That thought was brought to an abrupt end. The sound of a loud crack met my ears as Alex brought one of his large hands down onto my arse cheek with a resounding smack.
‘Ouch!’ I moved quickly at the intrusion and stood up; in doing so I released my captive from underneath me. Alex moved and got off the bed. He made it to my bathroom in only a couple of long strides, I watched as his heavy cock bobbed.
He turned as he reached the door, smiling at me now as I rubbed my bare arse cheek.
‘Anticipation, baby... anticipation.’ Then he stepped into the bathroom and out of sight.
‘How do you do it?’ I shouted, infuriated.
His gorgeous face appeared once again, smiling. ‘They’re called cold showers, Frankie, maybe you should try one yourself, either that or every time I touch you today, baby, you will be on fire for me... either way it’s all looking fucking fantastic from where I’m standing.’ His hot gaze swept up and down my naked form.
‘You are a teasing bastard, you know that right?’ I shouted, making sure my voice carried into the open door of the bathroom again. He reappeared, showing me once again his magnificent hard on. I must have looked a ludicrous sight, stood up on the bed naked, hands on my hips, glaring at him. My nipples were so erect I could have taken people’s eyes out and my arousal was evidently running down my legs. All of those facts I saw him take in. Alex was cleaning his teeth, and was very slowly moving the toothbrush in and out of his mouth, it was having the desired influence on me and he knew it. I watched, unable to move my gaze away, as he beckoned me to him with a curled finger. After reaching the doorway I watched him spit and rinse.
‘So, baby,’ he winked at me, ‘What’s it to be?’
‘Do you want to... as you put it... do me again, or shall we take a cold shower together?’ One eyebrow rose at me in question. The steam from the hot shower began to claim the room. It was evident to me that he already knew the answer. I merely nodded and immediately felt myself being pulled to him and pushed up against the tiled wall. Alex dropped to his knees, spread my legs open and began to lick away my arousal from the tops of my thighs. Between that and the soapy shower sex, it was some time before we made it out to get breakfast.
Thirty-Eight
It was nearly midday when we finally walked out of the building. Breakfast had b
een a quiet affair. Bella was already awake and sitting in the lounge when we had finally made it out of my bedroom. She was wrapped up in her purple quilt, and all around her prone figure we had picked up various pieces of debris, from her obvious pig out during the night. After talking to Alex using only my eyes, I had asked her to join us on our planned day out.
‘You’re OK, gorgeous... I am alright, enjoying my pity fest here... there are a whole host of cheesy black and white films on today and they have my name on them. I’m going to watch them until hopefully my body falls into a coma. I wouldn’t be any company and you guys deserve some time together.’
I could hear the words she was saying, and knew how hard it was for her to say them, albeit in a bid to sound braver than she felt. We had known each other for years and she couldn’t pull the wool over my eyes. But I also knew that she needed her own space for a while, just to get her head around what had happened between her and Nathan. She had been almost relieved last night when I had told her he had left the building, almost. Alex had phoned him during my chat with Bella. He had answered his phone, thank God. He was staying with a team mate, until pre-season training began, and he wouldn’t be back.
Out on the pavement, I tried to leave my devastated feelings behind in the building. I was so looking forward to spending time with Alex. My feelings were obviously painted on my face like a tarts make up. Alex spun me around into him, crushing our thick winter coats together, one arm pulled me to him by encircling my waist and the other lifted my chin up so he could see into my eyes.
‘Frankie, we need to leave it, I know it’s fucking hard to not stick our noses in... I am the king of sticking my nose in,’ he nodded. ‘We will let the situation settle for a while and then see if we can help them... OK?’ He started to kiss from my forehead down onto my nose and then finally our mouths met. So there we had been in the middle of the pavement kissing like our lives depended on our connection.
His kisses nearly always left me breathless. In this one, for the entire world to see, out on the bustling pavement, I could feel all of his love pouring from his mouth into mine. I could feel all of his want and need in the gentle but passionate way he stroked and nipped my mouth. In return I had tried to show him exactly all the good and wonderful ways he made me feel. A few boisterous shouts and laughter aimed in our direction made us reluctantly break apart, at the mouth only. We laughed good naturedly at the cat calls. He still held me tight in his arms and stared deeply into my eyes. I in turn gazed into his, watching his love and lust change the colour and dilation of them. The eyes that I had fallen in love with the minute we had met each other.
‘We’ll just give them both some space and try to jump in, if and when we feel the time is right... Yeah?’ He spoke again.
‘I know you’re right; I just don’t like being able to see people I love in pain and not being able to do a bloody thing about it.’ I had hold of the sides of his heavy leather jacket, and was using them to pull him down to me. Just inhaling his comforting scent, and wondering how the bloody hell I had gone without it for the last week.
‘I know, Frankie... I know.’ He rested his forehead to mine and inhaled deeply.
‘Things aren’t always what they seem though... sometimes people just need a little time to sort out other fucked up stuff that’s going on in their lives.’ His eyes stabbed mine now trying to convey his message.
‘Right, come on.’ He broke apart from me and we started walking. He put his arm around my shoulders and hooked it around my neck, pulling me tight to his side. I placed my arm equally as tight around his waist.
‘We’re going on foot today; you can’t take i
n the beauty of this place in a vehicle, especially at Christmas.’
‘When did you become so poetic?’ I joked with him, loving the easy feeling that swept over us as we strolled down 5th Avenue.
‘Me, baby?... I’m always poetic, especially if it gets me in your panties later.’ I light heartedly shook my head at him.
We spent our time, always connected in some way, casually strolling taking in the sights. The traffic was busy and horns went off left, right and centre. It’s something that when you have been in NYC for a while you don’t even really take any notice of. The smell of the many street vendors crept into our nostrils, especially the cones of roasted chestnuts. Eventually we both succumbed and shared one as we strolled around.
The window displays at Macy’s and Bloomindales were amazing, it reminded me of being taken up to London once, on the train, with my aunt, uncle and JJ. We had stared into Selfridges’ windows with our noses pressed up against the glass. Feeling a really silly, split second thought come over me; I pulled Alex closer up to the window and shoved his face up to the glass.
‘What the hell are we doing?’
‘This is the only way to take in a Christmas window display properly and to full effect. Spread your palms over the glass and peer in through the middle of your hands.’ He looked at me but did as I asked.
‘Ok... we reliving your childhood I presume?’
‘Yep, one of my picture memories, stop gassing and start peering.’ I smacked him on the shoulder for good measure. He had done what I’d asked even if he had been making comments about not being able to see everything properly around his hands.
Radio City looked wonderful; we had reached there just as the light was beginning to fade, and dusk was approaching. The Christmas decorations began to have a stronger presence. The street vendors were playing music; people had pulled their coats tighter around themselves. The Christmas atmosphere had been ramped up by the daylight receding. I felt like a kid in a sweet shop. My excitement was palpable. This in turn made Alex take on the more relaxed air I had seen up in the mountains.