Stone Shattered (The Stone Book 1)

by Renee Harless

  Waking with a heavy arm wrapped around me and a warm chest pressed against my back I am utterly content. Alex must be able to sense that I am awake because he starts to press kisses to my shoulder blade.

  “How do you feel?” he asks.

  “Not nearly as sore as I expected.”

  “Good, that lotion is great. I buy it overseas.”

  Quickly the room spins as Alex flips me onto my back, resting on his elbows above me. He plants sweet kisses along my face, eyelids, and nose. Once he reaches my mouth, he starts kissing me with a fervent passion. He massages my tongue with his own and starts to rock back on forth against me, pressing his growing erection against my thigh. With a few stokes, he teases me by inserting the head of his penis into my core and then pulling back out to rub along my nub again. Moisture is dripping from my opening as he ignites heat over my entire body. I’ve never wanted to feel someone become a part of me as I do with Alex. Slowing his movements, Alex gazes down at me and bites his lip. Wow, I think to myself. That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Hesitating for only a second, he pushes forward and I can feel the tip of his penis rubbing against my g-spot. While kissing and nibbling on my neck, he thrusts slowly in and out of me. My hands reach around to his shoulder blades and I grip the tight, flexing muscles. My vision starts to blur as I inch closer to my climax, only a few more thrusts and I will go over the edge.

  He whispers in my ear, “Don’t leave me, Mallory,” as we come together.

  This was the first time we had regular, missionary, vanilla type sex and I thought it was the best thing I had ever had, not that I had much to compare it with. Against my chest, Alex rests his head, the breath from his nose tickling my neck. Moments like these are why I could easily find myself falling in love with Alex Stone. I will need to harden my heart for the next two months because it would be a big mistake to lose myself to him.

  My fingers stroke through Alex’s soft and thick hair for a few minutes.

  Breaking the silence I murmur, “Alex, I need to get ready for work.”

  “Stay with me today.”

  Softly I look at him and grasp my bottom lip between my teeth. “I can’t. I have to finalize my new position today and tomorrow.”

  “Alright,” he replies, his mask sliding into place, and moves off of me.

  Working my way off the bed, I notice most of my muscles are sore, but I don’t see any bruising. Quickly, I take a quick shower and braid my hair in a fishtail design. In the closet, I pull on a pair of pants, a silk shirt and cardigan, and black flats. Satisfied with how I look, I make my way back to the bedroom and clasp the choker around my neck. Alex is snoring softly and I lean over to press a kiss to his forehead. I close my eyes and inhale a hint of his scent, memorizing every flavor in the fragrance, then make my way out of his place.

  CHAPTER 8

  The morning seems to drag on as I anticipate seeing Alex this evening. My mind is off picturing different scenes involving the two of us, causing Seth to leave at one point during lunch at my lack of companionship. In the afternoon, Annie comes into my office and plops down onto my couch, startling me from my midday trance.

  “Annie, what can I do for you?”

  “Oh nothing, I just wanted to admire your view.”

  “How is the wedding planning going?”

  “Great, we have everything ready. I am going dress shopping this weekend.”

  “Oohh that is exciting!”

  She studies my excited expression looking for any hint of sarcasm and then her gaze lands on my choker.

  “Hey Mal, when did you get that necklace?" she says through a pout.

  “No, silly, I, um, well—” I begin to stutter out before she interrupts.

  “Did that hunk of a man buy that for you?”

  I have to chuckle and agree with Annie’s recollection of Alex. “That hunk of a man’s name is Alex. And yes he did.”

  Annie steps closer to admire the jewelry. “I haven’t seen one with that other heart charm on it. Did he have it customized for you?”

  “Yea, I guess so.”

  “Isn’t that sweet? Well, I’m sure you’re busy, holler if you need me.”

  “Will do,” I reply.

  Without any new campaigns to work on or calls to make I head over to the seat Annie just vacated. I find myself staring out the window daydreaming about Alex. Visions of his hands on me, my fingers running through his hair, and his mouth pressed against my own.

  My office phone begins to ring, knocking me from my illusions and I find myself in a heated conversation with a past client. By the time 5:30pm rolls around, my mind is exhausted and my emotions are on thin ice.

  In my car I turn on the radio and listen to Mumford and Son’s “I Will Wait For You.” Smiling to myself as I sing along, I remember Madison returns from her conference tomorrow. I wonder if Alex wants to join us in our celebration dinner for my promotion. I maneuver my Mini Cooper up to the entrance at The Braxton and I toss my keys to the valet. Stepping towards the elevators, I realize that I don’t have a key for the penthouse. Noticing a man in a shirt that says SECURITY, I walk over to his desk.

  “I’m sorry, sir, but I am staying with Mr. Stone and I don’t have a key for the elevator,” I say politely.

  “Do you have your visitor security tag?”

  “My what? I’m sorry I don’t have one of those. His head of security, Gregory, introduced me to the concierge and a few staff members, but I don’t see them here. If you could just let me up —”

  Interrupting my statement the security guard says, “I’m sorry miss I cannot do that. Mr. Stone is an important resident and I am under strict orders to not breach the security of any of our residents.”

  The look he sends me is one of disgust and he speaks in such a condescending tone that tears begin to well in my eyes. Turning away from the desk, I head towards the exit. Taking a moment to compose myself, I reach into my purse and dial Alex’s number.

  “Please pick up, please pick up,” I mumble to myself.

  “You’re late, Ms. Winston,” Alex scoffs.

  At my fear of being punished I let a few stray tears escape from my eyes. “The security guard …won’ let me up… And I don’t have a key … or a card,” I say taking deep breaths to calm down.

  “Mallory,” Alex begins in a completely different tone than the one I heard a moment earlier comes through the line. “Sweetheart, calm down. I will get this sorted out. Please stay where you are.”

  An older woman overhearing my end of the conversation hands me a small packet of tissues.

  “Thank you,” I say to her as we exchange small smile.

  Moments later, I hear an elevator ping and an exasperated Alex rushes over to me.

  “Darling, are you okay?”

  Nodding my head, I twist my hands within each other waiting for Alex’s mood to change.

  He continues, “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding with security, I am going to take care of it. Wait here, okay?”

  Placing a gentle kiss on my forehead, Alex stalks towards the security desk. I cannot hear much of what is said, but I can see Alex practically shaking in fury.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Stone, but it is our policy to only grant access to those given security tags,” the guard attempts to explain.

  Alex begins to shout, visibly frustrated with the situation, “She has them! I picked them up this morning so that I could give them to her when she arrived here. All you had to do was match your database with her driver’s license.”

  The security guard looks embarrassed and apologizes, “I’m sorry sir, you are right. My apologies for causing you to come down to sort this matter.”

  Ignoring the guard, Alex heads back in my direction. Like the flip of switch, Alex’s once angry demeanor is now full of sweetness and sincerity as he wraps an arm around my shoulders and leans down to press a soft kiss on the top of my head.

  “Come, love, let’s head upstairs,” he says pleasantly and I follow him to the e
levator.

  That evening we spend our time watching the television and eating crab cake sandwiches on the couch.

  “Alex, Madison comes home tomorrow,” I begin, “and I think she plans on at least going to dinner. Would you like to join us?”

  “Thank you for thinking of me, but no. I want you to enjoy your time with your friend.”

  “Are you sure? I would prefer your company.”

  Chuckling he adds, “Yes, darling, I am sure. I have plans tomorrow evening so this works out well.”

  “Ok, well if you change your mind the invitation stands.”

  Taking my plate, Alex moves it to the coffee table. He swiftly grabs my hand, tugging me up, and we begin walking towards his bathroom. As Alex fills the tub with water, he pours some lavender oil.

  “How is your skin?” he questions.

  “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

  After removing the cardigan I’m wearing, Alex unbuttons the camisole, tossing them into a pile on the floor. He trails his hands down my arms and back up, across my collarbone. His hands slide effortlessly down my breasts and circle the skin exposed above the bra, hardening my nipples instantly. Continuing their downward path, his hands hook into the waistband of my trousers. Catching his fingers around the belt loops, he yanks, causing me to step forward. Kissing me hard, he begins to undo my pants as my desire blossoms. Alex slides the trousers down my legs, bending in the same motion so that he rests before me on his knees. I kick off each of my shoes and he helps me to step out of the pant legs. Kneeling before me, Alex trails his nose along my panty line inhaling my scent.

  “You smell divine.”

  His words, mixed with the timber of his voice, causes me to instantly pool into my panties. It is astonishing that my body is so wet and he has barely touched me. Seconds later, he hooks his fingers into my underwear and rips them to shreds allowing his tongue to sweep forward and lick against my folds. Continuing to explore my center with his tongue, he stretches my legs farther apart with his arms. Nimble fingers spread my folds apart as he focuses on pleasuring my clit with his tongue. Joining in, I begin to knead my breasts through my bra. He must be able to sense my closeness to the brink because Alex suddenly inserts two fingers into my core and starts to pump. Shouting Alex’s name, I explode seconds later.

  Trailing kisses up my belly and between my breasts, Alex finally lands on my mouth. The taste of my essence on his lips and tongue cause my body to begin heating up all over again. Unclasping my bra, I let it fall to the floor, then reach up, and twist my fingers into Alex’s hair. With heavy lids, Alex steps back and cuts off the water.

  “Undress me, Mallory.”

  I comply, working quickly to unbutton his collared shirt, throwing it into the pile with my clothes. Tugging his v-neck shirt up, he helps to pull it off his chiseled body. My hands trail across his muscles as I lean forward to plant small kisses along his chest. The heartbeat coming from his chest starts to pound faster as I kneel before him and undo his trousers. Hooking my fingers into the band of his pants, I pull them and the boxer briefs towards the floor. His beautiful member springs forth and I have the sudden desire to take him into my mouth. I help Alex step out of his pants and then I lean forward, letting my tongue trail a path along his penis, circling the head.

  “Oh god,” Alex hisses between his tightly clenched teeth.

  Shooting a glance in his direction, I find his head is resting back and the muscles in his arms taught. Taking him fully into my mouth, I push him as far back as I can, feeling the head of his cock brush against the back of my throat. Using one hand to stroke the base of his shaft and the other to massage his balls, I start to slide him back and forth in my mouth switching between sucking and licking. Relaxing my jaw, I suck his balls into my mouth and massage those with my tongue, hoping he is getting the same pleasure from this as I am. When I begin sucking him again, I can feel his penis begin to grow in size.

  “Baby, I’m going to come. Swallow it for me,” he demands.

  Soon I feel liquid pulse down the back of my throat and I continue to suck to get every drop. His heavenly taste brings forth a moan from deep in my throat.

  With his head titled back, Alex takes a moment to catch his breath before pinning me with his steady gaze. One cocked eyebrow in place, he says, “Ms. Winston, that was…unexpected."

  Stepping into the tub, Alex beckons me to follow him. The bath is very large, like the size of a small pool. Situated against one of the tub’s sides, he pulls me to sit in front of him with my back to his chest.

  “The lavender will help your wounds,” he states.

  “Oh,” I say intrigued by his statement. Then I continue, “Well, it smells lovely.”

  “You smell lovely,” he responds as he relaxes into the water, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting my head on his shoulder.

  One of his hands travel upward and he begins to knead my breast. Soon I feel his growing erection start to press into my back. His other hand travels lower to tease my center while his expert mouth places soft kisses along my neck and ear. Reaching behind me, I wrap my fingers in his hair and close my eyes to revel in the moment. I love his hands on me, touching me, caressing me. He makes me feel cherished in these moments.

  Suddenly stopping, Alex removes my hands from his hair and then turns me around. A hand wraps around my braided hair and pulls me in for a frenzied kiss. Pushing off the wall of the tub, Alex comes to sit in the center. He positions me so that my legs are straddling him and then impales me onto his cock as I whimper into his mouth from the sensation. I am burning with want for him and I can’t seem to ride his cock fast enough. One of his arms snakes around my waist and he begins to thrust up as I bear down. We break away from the kiss and lean our heads back as we continue to pound into each other. Brilliant colors flash behind my eyes as we come simultaneously.

  When we begin to calm down Alex growls into my ear, “I am nowhere near done with you yet.”

  He stands quickly, causing more water to slosh over the sides of the tub and then reaches out for me. Standing, I grasp his hand and then follow him out of the bathroom. We stop in front of the bed and Alex leans down to kiss me. Our heated kiss continues where we left off in the tub and our hands start roaming over the other’s body. In mid kiss, Alex moves on the bed and I follow.

  “Mmm, I haven’t gotten my fill of you yet. I’m addicted to your taste,” he says as he flips me around so that I straddling his face. Alex immediately inserts his tongue into my core and I moan at the sensation. Leaning my head down, I take his erection into my mouth. As he sucks on my clit and pulses his fingers in and out of me I lick and suck his cock between my lips while stroking his base. I feel Alex insert his thumb into my tight rosette and then replaces his thumb with two fingers. I gasp, never having anyone touch that spot before, although I am amazed how incredible it feels. Not wanting him to stop, I groan as I feel myself start to reach that point. The sucking action Alex has unleashed onto my clit becomes stronger and he pumps his fingers faster. As I edge towards my climax, Alex moves me around on his body. He quickly thrusts the head of his massive penis into my core and another earth-shattering climax quickly ensues. A pause in his movements allows me time to come down from my hedonic state. Still pumping his fingers in and out of my rosette, my breath turns heavy as Alex starts to move inside my center.

  “Oh, darling girl, you feel amazing,” he claims, as he pounds harder causing another climax to build in my belly.

  As Alex reaches his point, a low pained moan of pleasure falling from his mouth. I reach mine. Falling back onto the bed, Alex pulls me against him.

  Both taking a moment to catch our breath I glance around Alex’s bedroom and notice the lack of pictures, of anything personal. Turning back to gaze at him, I get lost in his eyes as the setting sun sends a warm glow across the room. Taking in our euphoric state, I press a gentle kiss onto his chest before using this opportunity to question my lover.

  “Alex, I want to know mor
e about you. I want to know about your life; the things you like and dislike.”

  As a deep sigh rumbles through his chest, he replies hesitantly, as if expecting this question, “I know, beautiful. I wish I could tell you more about myself, but I am already growing more attached to you than I should. There are things I cannot tell you and it is for the better. I swear that to you, love.”

  Exhausted from everything we have just experienced and the change in our conversation, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

  I wake the next morning to find Alex stroking my hair and whispering into my ear, “You are so serene when you sleep. Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

  Opening my eyes, I unleash a glorious smile in his direction.

  “I’m just a bit sore for obvious reasons, but last night was amazing,” I reveal as I sit up in bed I wrap the sheet around my chest, “May I ask how last night was for you?”

  Blush donning my cheeks, I stare down at my hands as Alex reaches across and threads his fingers in my hair tilting my face up towards him.

  “Mallory, last night exceeded any expectations that I may have had about our relationship. I will take us any way I can. And yesterday was brilliant.” My grin widens at his statement. “Ms. Winston, you have a beautiful smile,” he expresses as he presses a gentle kiss on my forehead.

  “Thank you.”

  Tossing a glance at the alarm clock I jump up; I have fifteen minutes to get to work.

  “Shit,” I say to no one in particular.

  Scrambling off the bed, I jump into the shower and finish quickly. My hair is still in the braid from yesterday so I take it down and let it wave down my back. Chuckling behind me, Alex laughs as I run like a maniac into the closet. I decide on a black and white sheath dress and throw on some hot pink Prada shoes. This is a record for me as I still have five minutes before I need to leave. Walking back into the bedroom I leave Alex with a heated kiss.