He stepped out to adjust the music, and I hurried into the lingerie he’d bought for tonight. It fit my body perfectly. I took a quick look in the mirror to make sure everything was just right, and I realized my breasts were bigger.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think my breasts weren’t the only thing growing. I looked like I was already showing, but that was impossible. A baby bump this early? No, it just had to be all the extra food I’d been eating, without any exercise or therapy to help burn it off.
The thought of it made me blush just envisioning the sexy changes in my body; a body Grayson was about to devour. I wrapped up in the robe, grabbed my faux champagne, and went to find my future husband.
Grayson was sitting on the sofa doing something with his iPhone as I came out of the bedroom. He gasped a deep breath. “Alexandra, you look like a dream. You’re stunning in that color. Come here,” he gushed as he held out his hand to me.
He pulled me down to join him, straddling his lap and facing him. He kissed me, letting his lips find their way to my neck and moving to the edge of my jaw. My nipples were so erect it was almost painful, pushing out the fabric. I could feel them hard against his chest.
He slowly untied my robe and opened it to my shoulders as he kissed my neck down to my breast. I tingled all over when he started sucking on my nipple through the fabric. I could not keep my hands out of his hair as I pulled his head down to my body, holding him close to me, not wanting him to stop. Removing my robe and letting it fall to the floor, he stood up, standing me next to him and guiding us both to the bedroom without breaking our kiss.
There were candles lit around the room and soft music playing. The bed had been turned back. Laying me on the bed, he laid beside me, taking me in his arms and kissing me fervently. “I love you so much, Alexandra. You have made me the happiest man on earth,” he assured me, pulling me on top of him as he rolled to his back. He slid the straps of my gown down my arms, letting it sink to my waist, baring my breasts.
“I love what I see here, my perfect angel,” he breathed, tracing the curves of my enlarging breasts. Pulling me down to kiss him, he rolled me on my back and stood long enough to remove his pajama pants.
I could see he was as excited as I was, and the power of that excitement made me tremble a tiny bit.
“Angel, are you okay? You’re shaking. Oh my god, have I pushed you too hard?” I could feel the anxiety come over him.
I sat up and reached out to put my finger over his lips and quiet him. “No, I’m trembling because I’m so excited I can barely hold it in. If I can’t do something, you’ll be the first to know,” I promised, sweetly kissing his lips.
He took the kiss and became more aggressive with his tongue, his hands, removing the gown, leaving me in just the lace panties. He laid me on my back, kissing his way down my body and immediately removed my panties, exploring my folds with his tongue, biting me and sucking me in all the right places until he brought me to a sinfully wonderful climax.
For a few moments, I was unable to move, panting hard from his generous display of oral affection.
I gathered up my nerve and decided to climb on top of him, playfully entertained by the idea of my first on-top experience. I could feel his stiff member beneath me. He was hard and he wanted me. Getting on top of him in this position would take me from the submissive to the dominant in sex. It was something I had only read about in books, but I was sure I was ready to become more aggressive.
As I gently rocked back and forth, grinding on top of him, I could feel the wetness in between my thighs, surging for him to be inside me. As I leaned down to kiss him, his eyes were large. My taking control had surprised him.
As I lifted my hips slightly, the tip of his erection began to find its way inside me. I carefully lowered myself down on him, taking time to relax enough for him to completely penetrate me.
The feeling of his fullness taking me completely was wonderfully shocking. As I sat back upright, I was completely on top of him, all of him satisfying me, pushing deep inside, and the sweet moisture of my arousal slid up and down his shaft as I moved him in and out of me. His hands were on either side of my hips, holding me steady as I increased the pace. I could feel my oncoming orgasm as I moved on top of him. He must have sensed it too, and he propped up on his elbows, shifting his hips slightly, sending me vibrating over the edge.
I tensed as my orgasm tightened around him, leaving me panting and on the edge of total exhilaration. He was more than ready for his release and began to rock back and forth inside me, penetrating me harder and faster. As he exploded inside me, his head rocked backward.
I splayed my fingertips on top of him for several minutes as his orgasm rocked us both, then leaned forward and kissed him passionately as he tried to quiet his breathing.
“Satisfied, my husband-to-be?” I asked in a silky voice, running my finger down his nose before tracing his lips.
“That was a complete surprise,” he panted, still struggling to breathe while a triumphant smile crossed my face. “You can ride me anytime you wish!”
Slowly rolling me sideways, he slipped out of me and faced me. “Okay, confession time, where the hell did that come from?” His words were demanding, but the look on his face was one of complete adoration at my newfound skills.
“I might have bought a few ebooks on sexual gratification and decided to enlighten myself,” I hedged, not actually admitting to anything. “I wanted to know more about how to please you.”
“Alexandra Elise Morrison, you do please me. You satisfy me in every way. Don’t get me wrong, what you just did to me blew my mind and you can do that anytime you want, but I hope I haven’t made you feel inadequate or inexperienced. I love the fact you don’t have experience, and we can learn together. It makes our relationship that much more exciting. I love you for that!”
He took me in his arms and took my mouth to his. We kissed turbulently for several minutes before he rolled me on my back and entered me again, satisfying me beyond measure. He lifted my legs, bending my knees to my chest as he rose up and rocked back and forth in to me, pushing harder and harder, until my orgasm clasped him deep inside me, sending pulses through both our bodies.
I was motionless. I could feel the tears explode down my cheeks in a sublime moment, completely sated with him still inside me.
“Baby, please don’t cry, are you okay?”
“Yes. Yes, Grayson, I’m more than okay. I am so complete; these are the happiest of sexually satisfied tears. I love you so much!” I reached up to him to pull him deep into me again.
He continued to penetrate me, in and out, rocking back and forth until he climaxed deep inside me, sending tremors through his body and mine. As he stilled, I could see the sparkle in his blue eyes, and I knew he was as happy as me. I traced the outer rim of his lips with my finger. My breath caught in my throat when he suddenly sucked one of my fingers into his mouth playfully, before slipping himself out of me and moving to my side.
He held me to his chest and stroked my arm as I snuggled to him. “So, my wife-to-be ordered sex books and just screwed my brains out. Amazing, you’re a perfect student!” He laughed along quietly with my giggles.
“Mm-hmm, we aim to please!”
We drifted off to sleep, sexually gratified, blissfully happy, soon-to-be man and wife, plus one.
I awoke sometime in the early morning hours from a delicious dream to find the real thing waiting for me.
Grayson moved behind me, pulling my hair up away from my neck, sucking and biting on my ears, my neck, pulling on my nipples and grinding his hips on me. “Let me take you from behind. I need to be inside you right now!” Before I could say anything, he rolled me to my stomach and eased himself into my folds from behind.
Slick from our previous lovemaking, he guided himself into me, his flesh pulsing from excitement. “Damn, you feel so good. That’s it, rock back and forth with me.” As he pushed into me again and again, he pulled my hair gently to the side,
kissing my cheeks, my mouth. Moving his hand around between my legs to stimulate me, he hit a sensitive part of my channel with the tip of his erection. The movement set my toes on fire and my climax clinching him.
I cried out uncontrollably, “Yes, yes, more Grayson, harder! More!”
He began to devour me with his body, his hands rubbing up and down my new curves, his rhythm pulling me up to a sitting position while he was still deep inside me. As he moved, I could feel his orgasm beginning.
Exploding, his body detonated and he moaned feverishly. He slowly lowered us both down to the bed. We laid there for a long time before either of us could talk or move. Finally, he whispered in my ear, “Is that what you read about in the books?”
“Yes, only it is so much better in real life,” I replied with a little whisper of a giggle. “You can do that to me any time.”
“I aim to please, Red. I aim to please.”
Falling asleep in Grayson’s arms with the satisfaction of lovemaking between us was perfect. Life couldn’t get any better than this.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Waking up early with Grayson at the hotel was both perfect and sad. Our special night had come to an end, but our new life was just beginning.
“Hmmm, don’t move, Red, or I may get all worked up again and let you help me with my morning workout instead of going to the gym.” Kissing me good morning and patting my abdomen, he said, “Good morning to our plus one too. I have never been happier in my life, Alexandra. Thank you for waking up my life!”
“My pleasure. Speaking of my pleasure, how about making good on that morning workout threat?” As I tickled him, Grayson got on top of me, tickling me back.
“Well now, you’re presenting me a challenge, my little minx. Ask and you shall receive. Up for some shower time? I’ll race you. Last one in services first.” He laughed as he jumped off the bed.
Racing him, I said, “Ugh! Dr. Brooks, you are such a bad boy, but receiving last is not such a bad thing!”
We were laughing so loudly I was afraid they were going to kick us out of the hotel.
Dressed and bags packed, we made our way to the valet, taking one last minute in the elevator to lavish each other in our morning exercise routine before we bid farewell to the Joule Hotel. Thinking back, I remembered that “Make A Memory” by Bon Jovi had played last night in the car. We’d certainly done that—the most romantic proposal, the most sexual night of my life, and the chemistry between me and my gorgeous, sexy husband-to-be. It was one for my mental memory book for sure. Riding to the airport, we went over our agendas for the week.
“Angel, have you given any thought to the property on the lake?” His eyes gave me a serious puppy-dog look.
“Why? You know I’m in love with it and even happier you found perfection already, but are you really ready to talk offer?”
Taking my left hand and engagement ring to his lips, giving me a slight kiss, he replied, “Only if you say yes!”
Laughing, I said, “I think you just want me to beg, so here goes. Please, please, can we get the house on the lake?”
We both laughed. Since begging wasn’t my forté, I didn’t do a good job on that delivery. Seductress was a better route, so I tried again. “I’ll tell you this, Dr. Brooks, if you buy me the house on the lake, I will make it worth your while when I get home!”
Giving him that come-here-to me wink that started our relationship, I thought I’d gotten to him because he began to squirm in his seat. “Alexandra, you dirty little girl, yes, that’s how you should always beg me, and I promise to always deliver!”
I unfastened my seatbelt and leaned over to give him a big kiss and run my hands in places I shouldn’t in the car.
“Okay, that’s it. You’re going to have to ride in the back seat from now on if you’re going to keep giving me hard-ons in the car!”
“Well, we aim to please!” I stated, reminding him of his own earlier promise. I was beginning to enjoy how I turn him on.
“You will call me the minute you get into Chicago, right?”
“Yes, you worry-wart, I will call you!”
“Alexandra, don’t do that. I’m concerned, and I’ll miss you! What time do you fly back on Friday? I can have Cooper arrange a meeting at the house for us to do another look and get our offer prepared.”
“Um, I haven’t scheduled the flight plan yet. I was thinking I would try to get back sooner rather than later,” I hedged, not wanting to tell him I would be back tonight. I wanted to keep my return a surprise. In fact, I’d learned I couldn’t even tell Cooper because he might ruin the surprise. He gossiped worse than a girl.
We said our goodbyes at the airport, and I felt my heart drop. I couldn’t hold back the tears. “I love you so much. I don’t want to be apart from you for a minute. I’ll hurry home.” Crying into his shoulder and smearing my makeup everywhere, I knew in my heart I didn’t want to leave.
“You don’t have to go,” Grayson countered. “You can have a service pack everything and ship it back. Will you change your mind and say you’ll stay?”
Ouch! The puppy dog eyes returned, turning his vibrant blue eyes the saddest color of grey.
“With all of my personal stuff to go through and then my work files, I just prefer to do everything myself. To have a stranger try to sort out my files would just create more work for me later; otherwise, I would have it packed up. I promise. I’ll be back before you know it.” Kissing him once more, I whispered in his ear, “I love you, Grayson.”
“I love you too, plus one, hurry up and run back to me. I’m so wrapped up in you…in us.” He ran his hands through my hair and kissed me hard once more before I climbed onto the plane.
As I settled into the cushiony leather seat, I was excited I would be surprising Grayson tonight. I was surprised by how hard that goodbye was for me since I knew I would see him in a few hours. I settled in to get some rest, so I would have the energy to gather up the life I had brought to Chicago when I tried to run away from Grayson. I wanted to be back on this plane in only a few hours.
Once I made it to Chicago, I could share my news with Harrison, and hopefully, begin to rebuild the fences so much animosity had ripped apart over the years, board by fragile board. I wanted so much to have a real family, and for the first time ever, I realized I was as much at fault for not trying to have a relationship with my dad and Gretchen as they were. We all made mistakes, but it took someone willing to step out on the limb to make the effort to mend, or the healing never come.
Luckily, the pregnancy hormones that coursed from my brain made sleep a welcome pastime. I dozed easily in the reclined seat, only waking up when the plane hit some turbulence that shook me from my nap.
I looked at my watch and realized I’d been asleep for quite some time, time that the pilot had been quiet. Picking up the intercom phone, I asked, “Are we close to landing at O’Hare?”
An unfamiliar voice answered me, “We aren’t going to O’Hare, Ms. Morrison. Sit tight, and I’ll give you further updates as you need to know them.” He hung up.
What was going on? I got up to check the door to the cockpit and found it was locked. I beat on the door with both of my fists.
“Hello? Answer me, where are we going? Hello! Hello, help… Who are you, where are we going?” Something wasn’t right.
I checked my phone, no signal. I tried to send a text, hoping that data would still go out. I texted Grayson, Cooper, and Harrison, I think my plane has been hijacked, call authorities, call Daddy.
I put my phone on to charge, needing to keep the battery full as much as possible. I tried calling 911, but it didn’t go out. I kept trying, more to give myself a plan to keep calm than to expect results that were any different than the last try. Whatever it took, I had to protect my baby.
***
Harrison paced the tarmac in front of Mr. Morrison’s hangar, worried. Alex’s plane should have landed over an hour ago. Checking at the hangar office, the staff called radio control, and
there had been no sign of the plane since leaving Dallas. Something was desperately wrong.
Calling Alexander, he got a voicemail recording and left the most painful message of his life. “Al, it’s Harrison Brooks. You need to give me a call as soon as possible. Alexandra’s plane is missing.”
He dreaded having to call Grayson, but called his cell anyway and got no answer. Next, he tried calling the office and asking for Zoe.
“Zoe, it’s Harrison. I need to speak with Grayson. Alexandra’s plane is missing. It never arrived in Chicago today. I was supposed to pick her up, but I never heard from her, and the tower hasn’t heard from the plane since shortly after takeoff in Dallas. I called her dad and left a message. Zoe, Grayson needs to come home.”
“What? Her plane went down?” Zoe asked. Harrison could hear in her tone she was trying to keep from screaming over the phone.
“They don’t think so. There would have been a signal if it had crashed, some kind of contact. It’s just…gone.” The reality of it hit him at that moment, and he began to choke back a sob.
“Oh no, this can’t be happening, Harrison! Hold on.” Zoe burst into tears, sobbing, trying to get her words out. “He’s in surgery, Harrison. I’ll go tell him personally. Don’t call his cell. I’ll get us a private flight to Chicago and call you on the way to the airport. In the meantime, keep me updated.”
Zoe hung up and wiped at her eyes before any of the patients in the waiting room could notice.
“Millie, please call out to JetStar and book a private plane for Grayson and me and possibly one more to Chicago and cancel all of the appointments for the rest of the week. Oh God, how do I tell Grayson Alex’s plane is missing? How do I tell him that, Millie?” Fresh tears poured down her cheeks at the realization of what she was about to do.
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