“Oh no you don’t. You promised me the weekend. You can have my bed, and I’ll sleep on the couch.” Grace started to protest but soon realised it was falling on deaf ears.
“Alex I need to collect some things if I’m going shopping with your mother tomorrow. Why don’t you run me over, that way I can grab what I need and give them some time to settle in. In fact drop me off and I’ll drive myself back then at least I’m not stranded here, waiting for you to take me home.” Although if she was honest she couldn’t think of anywhere else she would rather be stranded.
He didn’t like the idea of her leaving the lighthouse at all, never mind anytime soon. If he had his way she would stay the entire two weeks she had off work. Images of the two of them spending days on the beach together and nights in his bed flashed across his mind. He knew if he came on too strong she would run out on him again and he wasn’t about to risk that for the world. Grabbing his keys he shouted through to his parents that they wouldn’t be long before they headed out into the early evening air in the direction of Grace’s flat.
Grace convinced him he didn’t need to wait for her, that he should get back to his parents. “I promise, I will be ten minutes behind you, in fact the way you drive I’ll probably be back before you. Go!” Kissing him before she exited the car. Alex sat watching her let herself in, not comfortable leaving until he knew she was safely inside. Swinging the car around, he made his way back to the lighthouse.
Where the hell was she? He had been home ages, he had busied himself settling his parents into the spare room, god he had even put the dishes away. He knew he should have waited for her, checking his phone again he was becoming distraught now. Glancing up through the extensive glass wall he spotted a biker making their way up the long driveway, he knew leaving the gate open was a mistake the last thing he needed now was some lost tourist recognising him.
The bike swung around the small courtyard before the driver killed the engine, popped it back on the stand and dismounted. Taking their time they headed to the back storage compartment, took out a bag throwing it over his shoulder before turning around and fiddling with the chin strap. As they removed their helmet realisation hit Alex head on, running her hand through her hair she tried to untangle it. “Grace, What the... I mean...you...you ride?”
Chuckling she took in the sight of him, she couldn’t make out if it was adoration or horror that had settled on his face. “Yep, I ride. I brought you a helmet too, figured we could escape for a bit.” She took the grin that was now splitting his face in two to be a good sign. “What’s wrong? You got bike envy?” Laughing Alex pulled her into his arms kissing her furiously as his hands gripped her tightly against his body, she could feel his erection pressing against her. Ok he had serious bike envy.
“You have never looked as sexy as you do right this minute. You know I have bikes at home right?” Of course she knew, she had followed the band for the last five years intently, reading everything that had ever been written about them but she wasn’t about to admit that to him. Smiling up at him she was momentarily lost in the two dark eyes that now glistened down at her.
“Come on stud, let’s go for a ride. Or are you too chicken to get on a bike with a girl?” Lifting one solitary eyebrow quizzically at him.
“Bring it on baby, if it means I get to have you nestled between my thighs then it’s all good.” Slapping her on the backside he returned to grab a jacket before donning the helmet she held out to him. Climbing on the back he scooted up tight behind her gripping her with his thighs. If he thought he wouldn’t look like a complete sap he would have wrapped his arms around her waist tightly too. Instead he settled one hand on the rear grab rail and the other he placed gently on the outside of her thigh squeezing lightly. Indicating he was ready to go. Starting the engine she revved the throttle just enough to make sure he felt the vibration run through his groin. As it resonated through his body he revelled in the wonder of the girl who was now in charge of the powerful beast beneath them.
Chapter 15
An exhilarating twenty minutes later they were parked at a secluded cove overlooking the bay. Across the sea Alex could make out the lighthouse on the cliff top. The up lighters in the grounds showcased its beauty, even at this distance it was a breath taking building. He wondered lazily if the owner would consider selling it, he could get comfortable here. His lease would run out soon and then he would have to go back to London. First thing tomorrow he would get Izzie to ring the estate agents, everyone had their price.
Dragging him from his reverie Grace took his hand leading him to a grassy embankment where she pulled him down to sit, allowing herself to then lay out beside him and rest her head in his lap. Alex ran his hand through her hair smoothing it out over his legs as he brushed it away from her face. She really was stunning and unexpected. He would never have imagined her owning a motorcycle but witnessing her handling the machine was awe inspiring, he couldn’t wait til they flew home now, desperate to take her out on his Ducati. Reclining back against the embankment they lay in companionable silence not needing to speak. He really needed to figure out what he was going to do, with Izzie leaving he had the perfect opportunity to get everything sorted out. Their contracts were up for renewal in the next couple of weeks too. He really had no desire to get back on stage anytime soon. Being here with Grace had only served to prove that but where he went from here he had no idea. Sure, he didn’t need to work financially now; they had made enough money to make sure he was secure for the rest of his life. However he couldn’t see himself becoming some kind of recluse living out his days on some farm with chickens and cats, even though he hated the limelight music was his life.
He needed to examine all his options but one thing was for sure, Uni-Fi wasn’t about to record any new music in the near future. First thing tomorrow he would call his agent, arrange a meeting with the management company and the rest of the guys. He knew they had a few commitments that he just couldn’t get out of but after that it was all up for discussion as far as he was concerned.
“Ready to go home?” Grace was looking up at him watching him staring at the sea.
“Can I ride the bike back?” Alex almost pleaded with her, desperate to see how the bike handled.
“Not a chance big guy! She is all mine, you get to sit back and enjoy the ride. I don’t ride enough these days, no point me taking her to work it’s easier to use public transport. So no, you can’t have a go!” Standing she held out a hand to help him up.
Taking up his position as pillion rider he had to admit he wasn’t disappointed, at least he got to feel her between his legs again. Unlike the outward journey this time he unashamedly wrapped his arms around her waist. She placed a steadying hand upon his squeezing gently. “Ready?”
“Do your worst babe.” Wishing now that she would take the long way back to the lighthouse, he wasn’t in any rush to end this ride home.
Standing in the sleek monochrome kitchen Grace slid her arms around his waist resting her head against his firm chest. At six foot two he towered over her, she almost disappeared from sight when he engulfed her in his strong well muscled arms. “Are you really gunna make me wait a whole month after that stupid comment I made? You don’t really want me to sleep in your bed all alone do you?” He could feel her grinning against his chest, sense her breathing alter beneath his arms.
“Why Ms Harris, are you propositioning me? I thought you wanted to go slow.” Teasing her hair with his fingers as he spoke to her. He was unsure how he had managed to not drag her straight up to his room, lock the door and forget all about his family obligations and just make love to her for the next two weeks.
“Slow, yes, but I mean c’mon it’s been like forever...are you sure I can’t persuade you?” Grace ran her hand over his firm chest, pushing his jacket from his shoulders. Standing on tiptoes she trailed biting kisses along his lower jaw as she ran her hands down his back, allowing them to rest on his behind before trailing her fingertips back up and around
the waistband of his jeans. Teasing his flesh as she went. Pressing against the now firm bulge in his pants she felt her own desire pool low in her groin making her intensify her onslaught. “Why don’t you let me take care of this for you?” Shifting her position slightly her hand now explored the hard bulge through his clothing. Rubbing gently up and down as she continued to explore his mouth with her tongue.
Without breaking their embrace he picked Grace up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist mimicking her arms that were draped around his neck. Alex took the stairs two at a time thankful that his room was a whole floor lower than the room his parents now occupied. Supporting her with one of his arms he pushed the door closed behind them before positioning them both on his bed. Grace made short work of undoing his jeans as he lay next to her, running his hand underneath her shirt his hand came to rest on her breast as their mouths found each other again. Their tongues melding together tasting each other as their breathing became shallow. Grace’s hand slid inside his boxers trailing her fingers along his length before she cupped his balls. A low guttural growl escaped his lips spurring her on, her attention returned to the hard shaft that was straining against the cloth desperate to be freed. Using her other hand she managed to manoeuvre his clothing allowing his erection to spring free.
Placing a hand on his shoulder she gently pushed him backwards, forcing him to lay flat on the bed. Supporting her weight she leant over him pushing his T-shirt up over his chest indicating for him to remove it fully. She began tracing a line of kisses down his chest, over his taught washboard stomach before running her tongue up the underside of his shaft. Alex adjusted his position, supporting himself on his bent elbows as he watched Grace take him into her mouth. Glancing up at him through thick heavy lashes she saw him tip his head back with closed eyes. Gripping him tightly with her hand she made slow massaging movements as her tongue circled his tip, flicking lightly across the crown driving him wild before she swallowed his length to the hilt. Alex reached down, hooking his hands under her arms enabling him to pull her up to meet his mouth. “If you carry that on, I won’t be any use to you at all. I can wait Grace. It doesn’t have to happen now.” He felt the full conviction of his own words but he prayed to god that she didn’t take any notice of them.
“Alex, I want to do this, I want you, here...see?” Grace took his hand and guided it down inside her own underwear watching his face intently as she positioned his fingers exactly where she wanted them.
“Oh fuck! Grace...get your clothes off...now!” He needed to see the full view, feast his eyes across the full beauty that lay with him. “I swear to god if you’re not naked in the next five seconds I will rip the clothes from your body.”
Standing, she laughed as he almost fell to the floor trying to kick his legs free from his jeans in haste as she stood with her hands on her hips.
“What happened to I can wait Grace, it doesn’t have to be now Grace!” She saw his expression darken as he righted his stance; he took a step towards her with menace or was it lust raging in his eyes.
“Now Grace, get naked. Right now...1...2...3...” His voice low and rasping.
Holding her hands up in submission she spoke in a soft voice. “Ok, Ok I get the message! Getting naked over here already.” Alex watched, focussing on her every move as she slowly lifted her top over her head then ran her hands over her hips pushing her jeans to the floor before stepping out of them gracefully. As she reached behind to unclasp her bra he walked forward closing the distance between them as he helped to slip the straps from her shoulders. Kissing her briefly he dropped to his knees in front of her hooking his thumbs into her pants he eased them down to her ankles, past her feet and off. Beginning at her knees he trailed his tongue slowly up the inside of her left leg before giving her right leg the same attention. As he reached the junction of her thighs he breathed in deeply as he planted a tender kiss where her hair should have been. Moving lower his tongue lapped at her core, savouring her taste as he increased the applied pressure. Suckling her as she moaned his name.
Standing he lifted her into his arms making their faces level as she once more wrapped her legs around his waist. He wanted to see her eyes as he slid her downwards, impaling her on his erection as he did.
His mind fogged as the feeling of being inside her overwhelmed him. Condom, he needed to get a condom from his wallet. Holding her in place, continuing his assault on her senses he walked them to the bed where he laid her down gently and slowly eased out of her. Reaching for her bag, Grace produced a small foil packet which she waved in front of him before tearing it open with her teeth; forcing him onto his back again she sheathed him before lowering her body back down on this considerable length as she straddled him. He allowed her to remain in control as he watched her breasts round and full gently bounce before him. As she neared her peak he sat up abruptly gripping her hips, he helped her increase her rhythm. When she threw her head back shouting his name he felt her whole body shudder, then and only then did he allow himself to fall over the edge with her, thrusting deeper as he did.
Holding her tightly to him he lay back on the bed, sated and calm finally. “You ok baby?”
“Hmm”
“Is that a yes or a no?” He questioned slightly concerned.
“Hmm” Grace giggled as she snuggled into him further.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, shall I?” He stroked her hair pushing stray strands back from her face before tilting her chin upwards allowing him to kiss the tip of her nose.
“Do you still wanna sleep on the couch or should I?” She asked sleepily.
“Are you kidding me? You are not allowed to leave this bed now; I need you naked at all times. In fact clothes are banned, unless they are on my bedroom floor.”
Laughing she untangled herself from his sheets and legs, climbed off the bed and headed to the shower room. Alex watched as she disappeared through the doorway listening as the shower gushed into action.
“You had better get your ass in here then Carter. I think I need a little more persuasion.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice.
The knock on his bedroom door the next morning jolted him awake, he was wrapped around Grace holding her in place as if to prevent her from running during the night. Before he could answer his mother’s head appeared around the crack in the door. “Are you two decent? I brought you both tea and I made those pancakes that you like son.” She bustled into the room, placing the breakfast tray on the nightstand. Grace cracked open one eye before groaning in embarrassment and ducking further down under the covers trying to ensure that no naked parts were peaking out.
“What are you doing in here? Erm...I’m kinda naked!” Wide eyed he addressed his mother.
“Oh dear god it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, don’t be silly. As for Grace well I’m sure she doesn’t have anything I haven’t got or should I say I had twenty years ago. Now eat up and then you can organise those flights whilst we shop. I’m ready when you are sweetie.” Ann smiled warmly at them both before exiting the room.
“Is she for real? I mean we could have been having sex Alex!!” Ignoring the breakfast tray he rolled over to look at her once again before moving to position himself between her legs.
“Sex or shopping?” He quizzed.
“Oh that’s a hard choice, can I phone a friend?”
Closing his mouth over hers he silenced her before reaching for a condom.
Chapter 16
The days that followed were somewhat of a revelation to him, the only girl he had introduced to his parents as his girlfriend in the past had been Rhea. They had never passed judgement once until the day he rang to tell them it was over, his father breathed a sigh of relief commenting that he had never liked her. His mother had backed that up with a rather brusque ‘Thank the lord.’ Now here they were fawning over Grace like she was the chosen one. His mother spending time teaching her how to cook basic stuff and Patrick, well if he patted Alex on the shoulder whil
st winking at him one more time he thought he may just go mad. They had spent the days as a foursome either at the lighthouse or walking along the cliff top; evenings his parents had discreetly retired to their temporary room leaving the couple to explore their newly formed relationship to the full.
Tomorrow was Thursday; they had agreed to fly back to London in the morning before heading to the naming ceremony at the weekend. Alex had phoned Chris to organise a contracts meeting with the band, only to be told that there was a promo gig in the diary that he had been unable to get the band out of. He had no choice but to honour the arrangement, it would cost the company and the band a small fortune if they were to pull out at such short notice. Alex was sure that if he put his foot down, refused to perform, then Chris would have to sort it out. He also knew that if he did want to remain in the industry, in whatever capacity, then he had to make sure there was no bad press surrounding him. Anyway it would give him a chance to introduce Grace to everyone before the shit hit the fan.
Sitting out on the decking that encompassed the base of the lighthouse the four of them shared a bottle of wine, sitting beside the fire pit as they chatted. “Why don’t you bring your guitar out son? Play something for us; we haven’t heard you play alone in such a long time.”
“I don’t know Pops...mum looks cold.”
“Well then bring a blanket too, go on, please?” Grace reached over to nudge him encouragingly, after his rendition of her mother’s lullaby the other night she was desperate to hear more.
“Really? You really want me to play?” Raising his eyebrow he questioned her wanting to make sure she wasn’t trying to appease his parents.
“Yes. Really, really.” She smiled at him as he stood; winking at her he bent to deposit a gentle kiss on her lips before fetching his guitar. He returned a few minutes later with two blankets, handing one to his mother before wrapping one around Grace. Sitting back down he began strumming out chords to Stand By Me, his mother’s favourite. Recognising it instantly Ann began to sing the words softly as Patrick grinned stupidly at the pair of them. It was easy to see where Alex got his talent from, the woman sang beautifully. Grace sat captivated as they finished the song.
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