“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 hisway 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!” She kissed 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 lastthing 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 their 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. Okay, 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 toadmit 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?” She lifted 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.
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 uplighters 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 reallywas 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 justcouldn’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.” He wished 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 gonna make me wait a whole month after that stupidcomment 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.” He teased 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, 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 Graceup, 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 taut washboard stomach before running her tongue up the underside of his shaft. Alex adjustedhis 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 toI 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 was low and rasping.
Holding her hands up in submission she spoke in a soft voice. “Okay, okay, I get the message! Getting naked over here already.”
