“I can’t hold back any longer,” I confessed. “I need you, Alec. I need you right now.”
I felt my whole body caving. I would not be able to restrain myself. The tension between us right now—today in general—had the power to crack the windows of the Mercedes. The pit of my stomach was on fire; my legs and every other limb were tingling. I felt my breaths coming in shallow and fast. My heart was beating a thousand beats per second. I had promised Alec that I would hold off, but here, with him… I would beg him until it happened. I would strip naked and wait for him to come around if I had to.
“Charlotte…” Alec whispered, leaning in close to my ear. I was going to lose it. The slightest touch would send me over the edge.
“Don’t do that. I won’t be able to help myself if you’re that close to me,” I said, rubbing my hands together from the cold. Except I wasn’t cold. I was hot. I was so hot. My cheeks were flushed; my whole body felt like it was being engulfed in flames.
“Well... I think you've redeemed yourself enough,” Alec said, running his finger along my jaw, igniting my skin beneath his touch. Without saying a word, he climbed into the back seat. If that wasn’t an invitation, I didn’t know what was.
“Really?” I clambered in behind him.
“Really.”
“Alec,” I moaned, about four seconds away from kissing him. “I love you. I'll always love you. Kindred spirits, remember?” He grinned. “I want to start a life with you here. I want to marry you one day.” I wasn't holding anything back. “I want to love you forever.” Alec had his hands cupping my face as I said this, and I realized he was nodding along with me.
“I've never wanted anything more,” he said, his face two inches away from mine. He closed his eyes and put his forehead against mine, gripping my head with his hands. “Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything. I'll do anything.”
“Don't ever hurt me again,” he said, looking at me with sad eyes.
“I will never hurt you again. I promise you. I swear to you.”
“Good,” he answered quietly, his eyes fluttering closed again.
Suddenly, his eyes opened, and his pupils were round and black—I could see him clearly now. The single street lamp outside our car window had illuminated his face. I saw the longing behind his dark eyelashes. My heart thumped against my chest loudly, even though I knew that was impossible. Yes, heart, I know you’re in there.
This was it. The moment I'd been begging him for since I first saw him a few days ago.
“You're mine, Charlotte.” He slowly brushed his lips against mine, and my body burst into flames. I could've died and gone to heaven a happy camper at that very moment. There was nothing like the feeling of kissing Alec. It was sensual, passionate, and it felt so right. We began to kiss faster and faster, breathing heavily. I had my hands in his hair, pulling softly. I laid down in the back seat, bringing Alec with me. I loved the feeling of him on top of me. His weight was sexy, sturdy, and comforting all at the same time. The pit in my stomach extended downwards, flushing my entire pelvic region.
“Yes. Yours,” I repeated between kisses. “I'll always be yours and yours alone.” My hips bucked unconsciously. I needed this. I could feel myself turn into a hungry vampire, thirsty for blood—I had one thing and one thing only on my mind. I swear, my libido had never been this frantic, but for some reason, Alec’s presence sent all of that into overdrive. I didn’t mind. I knew he was just as frantic.
He growled lowly, nibbling my ear, and sat up, pinning me to the large leather seat below us. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Holy shit. His tanned, muscular abdomen was lean and powerful. My mouth was watering at the sight before me. His messy hair fell into his black, soulful eyes. He threw his shirt into the trunk. The car was already getting steamy. I propped myself up and ripped my sweater off as quickly as I could, flinging it in the general direction of the trunk, not caring where the hell it decided to land. My breathing was growing heavier and heavier by the second. I felt like I might come before he was even inside of me.
My back arched and I let out a loud moan as he took his pants off and his erect penis greeted me. My whole body filled with yearning. As he slowly bent down, unbuckling my pants and taking them off, one leg at a time, I moaned again. I had waited too long to do this. I spread my legs and beckoned him closer, grabbing at his muscular thigh. He resisted, then lowered his head, starting the entire process unexpectedly.
I screamed as his tongue flicked my clitoris back and forth. This. Was. The. Best. Feeling. Ever. I arched my back even more, crying out for him to go harder; faster. What I really needed was for him to fuck me. I didn’t want to come with his head in my sex. I wanted to come with him, simultaneously. I reluctantly drew away, and he looked up, surprised.
“I want to come with you,” I explained, coyly. He grinned.
My entire pelvic region was throbbing and I could feel the slickness between my thighs. This needed to happen, and it needed to happen fast. Before Alec could dictate anything, I bounced forward and wrapped my legs around him. He was already seated, so it was easy. I touched my wet sex to him and glided up and down his penis for a minute, him not yet entering me. I watched him moan and look at me with the same exact hungry eyes that I was sure I possessed as well. He wanted to be inside of me. He licked my nipples quickly, looking up at me, and his breathing grew rapid and loud.
I bent down and kissed him slowly, moving my pelvis up a bit to ease his large penis in. As soon as I had it in, he bucked his hips, going deep, sending an earth-shattering wave of pleasure throughout my entire body. I screamed. I took control and started to bounce up and down quickly, feeling myself almost ready to come. He felt so. Damn. Good. I couldn’t control it. He bucked his hips again and I leaned back, letting him fuck me from a lower angle. I bobbed up and down as he went deeper and harder, and with every thrust, I felt myself get closer and closer to the grand finale. I was out of control. My whole body had turned into a pleasure machine. If I knew sex could feel this good, I would’ve done it much more often.
I heard Alec cry out and suddenly, I was coming too. I slid up and down as quickly as possible, not wanting it to end. I guess Alec had the same idea, because in one swift movement, he pinned me underneath him and started to fuck me again. He kissed me as he rammed into me over and over, throwing in a hard or deep thrust every once in a while, sending me over the edge. We were both crying out, and in between bursts of yelling and profanity I would take his face in my hands and meet his lips, kissing him as he moved his hips in smooth rotations. I felt myself climax around his penis, and I cried out so loud it might’ve sounded like I was being murdered inside his car rather than having the best sex of my entire fucking life.
The fact that I was coming again so soon sent Alec over the edge too, and he started to come for the second time, gripping my hair as he moved roughly on top of me, thrusting hard and deep now, smacking against my thighs. I clutched his arm, bucking my hips with him as the last of it went through his body. He collapsed onto me. We were both breathing heavily, like we’d just run a mile. We sat there, him still inside of me, for a few minutes, processing everything. He kissed my forehead and pulled out, sitting up.
“I was an idiot for waiting so long to do that,” he gestured to me. “Wow.”
“You were an idiot for waiting so long,” I agreed.
I threw my clothes on, and Alec handed me a tissue to clean up. I smiled gratefully. The air was humid with our sweat and heavy breathing. I wondered if the storm was still going. The warmth of the car and pure bodily satisfaction at that moment were enough to lull me into another deep sleep. I could feel the heavy pull, my eyelids drooping, as I climbed into the front seat. I vaguely heard Alec muttering something about how the roads were open now, and that he would be driving home. I rested my head in the soft leather seat and the car started forward.
I closed my eyes, smiling widely.
***
The next morning, I
woke up clad in my fleece pajamas with Alec’s hot body wrapped around me. My head pounded. I was grotesquely hungover it seemed. I peeled his sweaty limbs off of me and got up to pee. I had to take some Advil or something. I couldn’t remember getting home last night. I knew we had been at the pub and that we had had sex in the car, but Alec must’ve carried me inside and changed me.
Before I got to the bathroom, I noticed a full glass of water and two green pills on my nightstand. He always thought of everything. I swallowed the pills and drank the whole glass down. I got up to shower and looked over at the bed as Alec stirred. He turned around and curled up into a ball. I clutched my fist to my heart. He was so damn cute, even though I knew he hated it when I called him cute.
I disrobed and slowly walked into the shower. The warm, steady stream of water seemed to clear my head a bit, and the pounding in my skull lessened. I smiled thinking of the time Alec took a shower with me, and what had proceeded to happen after—the quickie in his bedroom. It had been all about my pleasure. No one had ever done that for me. I was a lucky woman.
I shampooed quickly and got out, basking in one of the large, fluffy towels on the towel rack. Ennis has equipped the bathrooms with the softest, most luxurious towels I’d ever felt. In fact, the whole house was like this—not ostentatious, not flaunting its wealth, but simple, deluxe, the best of the best… my kind of house.
I dried my hair with the blowdryer and slipped into the bedroom, where I proceeded to change into a pair of black skinny jeans and a simple white blouse. I clipped my hair up haphazardly. I glanced at Alec. He was still sound asleep. It was past eight in the morning, and my stomach grumbled loudly. I grabbed my phone, threw on some socks, swiped on some mascara and blush, and headed downstairs to call Mary.
I was still slightly pissed off at her. That she would even suggest that Alec had wanted to propose to me when she wasn’t entirely sure. It had been infiltrating my mind lately, especially the past day, seeing how compatible we actually were when we didn’t have an end date. Now that I was convinced it wasn’t a vacation fling, everything felt more real; more intense. I was also slightly embarrassed for thinking he would propose so soon.
Ennis was nowhere to be found, so I walked to the kitchen, made a quick cup of coffee, and headed into the library to call Mary. She picked up on the second ring.
“Please tell me Alec is with you,” she breathed, her voice thick and sleepy.
“Oh yes, he’s here. He’s still asleep.”
“How did everything go?”
“Great! Except… you were wrong about the proposal.”
“I’m never wrong!” she hissed, and I heard her whisper something to Henry. I’d probably woken them up.
“Well he told me that he came to L.A. to get closure. He was going to say goodbye.” I didn’t mean to sound accusatory, but I felt hurt and betrayed. Why would she tell me something like that if she wasn’t 100% sure?
“Well, he lied to you then. I was so certain—”
“But did you have proof?” I sighed, and I heard her do the same. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound like such a bitch. It doesn’t matter anyways. Things are back to normal with us.”
“I’m glad to hear it. He really missed you.”
“I know. I still feel awful.”
“Well, I’m sure you’re making it up to him,” she laughed.
“Of course,” I giggled. “How are you?”
“Better now that I know you’re coming back to Wales. For good.”
My heart sped up. I’d been so busy trying to win Alec back that I hadn’t really thought about what our future looked like. It was a no-brainer, but the possibility of a life here, in the U.K. with Alec, made me so happy. I grinned.
“I’m not leaving this time,” I said quietly.
“Can I count you in for the holiday party, then?”
“When is it?” I’d totally spaced.
“Tomorrow! You guys have to come.”
“I’m not sure how long Alec is planning on staying, but I’ll ask him today.”
We sat on the phone for a moment, silent and content.
“I’m really glad you two worked things out,” Mary said. “How did it happen? I didn’t even ask you—was he in Ireland when you got there?”
I explained everything in full detail, and we discussed the rules (“That’s so Alec!”) and our drunken night at the pub yesterday (“FI-NAL-LY!” Mary exclaimed). I told her I’d check with Alec about the Christmas party and we said our goodbyes.
I’d forgotten how much I missed talking to Mary. I was baffled that it was already December 20th. Christmas was five days away. It was so weird to think that last Christmas, Harry and I had celebrated together. So much could happen in a year…
I’d known that I’d made the right decision for some time now. At first, I hadn’t been sure. But then I had met Alec, Mary, Katie, and everyone else at the Parc and I knew these people were meant to be in my life. Harry and I had not been happy—I could see that now that I’d felt true happiness. We had been the perfect, cookie-cutter couple for a while. Trying to bring a baby into the world had only solidified our problems and my doubts about us. It’d taken a few months for me to completely come to terms with it, but I knew now, without a doubt, that Alec was the man for me. I was so grateful that I’d gotten a second chance.
It was almost nine now. Surely, Alec was awake. I texted Amara and promised to call her ASAP. It was midnight there, and she was probably already asleep.
Hey, Mar. All is well here. Alec and I are together. Things are great! I’ve never been happier. How sad would you be if I moved to Wales?
I sent it off quickly, hoping she would respond. I grinned when I saw her response. She must still be awake.
Well, considering you’re probably going to marry the guy and have a million babies, I’d expect nothing less. Just make sure you have a guesthouse built for me.
I wrote back.
Of course. A guesthouse for you is a given. Tell Sam I’m sorry. I’ll have to put in my two weeks. And I’ll have to get help packing up my apartment.
I waited for her to respond.
I told you, IT WAS A PITY JOB! Created for you because I begged him to do you a favor. Consider your two weeks entered. Will you be coming back to L.A. at least?
I responded.
Yes, I’ll be back, hopefully with Alec so that you can meet him.
She wrote back immediately.
Good! I’ll need to meet the man who will be kidnapping you and forcing you to live 5,000 miles away.
I sent a quick goodnight text and got up, ready to wake Alec.
***
“Of course we’re going to the Christmas party,” Alec said sleepily, grabbing me as I slunk down next to him. I’d just woken him up. “I’d been planning on it. Besides, I know everyone wants to see you.”
“I just wanted to make sure, you know, with your mom and everything.”
“I’ll be back soon, don’t worry. She will be fine. I promise. We can have a goodbye dinner tonight.”
I sunk down further so that I was hugging him. He kissed my forehead and I felt myself come apart a little bit at the sight of his messy bedhead and bare chest.
“OK, if you’re sure,” I murmured as his lips traveled down to my cheek. “We should probably talk about us,” I breathed as he nibbled my ear. I let out an audible moan. “Our future,” I said slowly, softly, as his lips grazed my jawline. I squirmed, adjusting my position.
“We’ll talk later,” he demanded. “I love morning sex with you,” he purred, unbuttoning my blouse torturously slow. I lay on the bed as he slowly undressed me, smiling as I reacted to his touch, even the slightest brush of his fingers against my shoulder, my thigh, my stomach…
“But it can’t be all about the sex,” I whispered as he dragged my pants off from the edge of the bed.
“It won’t be,” he grumbled. “Stop talking. We can spend the whole day talking, if that’s what you want. But right now, I
just want to make love to you, Charlotte Bloom.”
“Alec…” I trailed off, wondering what I was trying to say, but all was forgotten as Alec breathed near my inner thigh, taking my underwear off with his teeth. I shivered.
I supposed it was a lost cause.
***
After we’d had our fill of each other (twice), we got fixed up and headed down to breakfast. Ennis was preparing crepes with Nutella by the smell of it. I could’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Morning, mum,” Alec said, walking over to his mother and kissing her on the cheek.
“Well, you’re sure in a good mood,” she grinned, winking at me. I tried to hide my blush by looking down at my second cup of coffee.
“We’re off tomorrow. Back to Wales.”
“You’re not staying for Christmas?” she cried, turning around to face him. I chimed in.
“I for one would love to stay,” gesturing to the house. “I’m sure Christmas is beautiful here. And I bet it’ll be a white Christmas. My first white Christmas,” I added. “We should stay, Alec,” I whined.
It was true. I loved Ireland already, and the house already felt like home. I hated to think that I was prying Alec away from his mother, especially since Aedan wasn’t around anymore. It was Christmas, for crying out loud.
“Actually, we have a party to attend,” Alec said, eyeing me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “The Parc is throwing a massive party, and we said we’d be there. I’m sorry, mum. But after that, we’re headed back to Los Angeles to help Charlotte pack up, so I’m sure you’ll be seeing much more of her. Of us,” he said, enunciating us. I grinned at him.
“Oh, alright,” she conceded. “I’ll ring Stephen and Fiona to see if they can join us for dinner tonight. And Charlotte,” she said, walking over to hug me, “I’m so glad you’re staying in the U.K.”
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