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 his 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 okay, 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 youtwo 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.
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 spent time teaching her how to cook basic stuff, and Patrick, well, if he patted Alex on the shoulder whilst 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. In the 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. Afterhis 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 toStand 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.
“Would you doFallen? I really love that one. Please?” Grace asked cautiously, not wanting to appear like some strange fan girl to his parents.
“Sure, but it’ll cost you. Do you know how much I get paid to sing my own material?” Chuckling as he began the haunting melody, it felt strange doing the song on his own. Normally he had Ben at his side playing guitar so he could just concentrate on the lyrics. He was sure the fact that it only required him and Ben was thereal reason that the others had protested so hard about it being included on the last album. He had penned it with the intent of it being released as a standalone single, not an album filler, but that fight was just one step too far.
