Stone Shattered (The Stone Book 1)

by Renee Harless

  Demanding me, my Adonis says, “Flip onto all fours, Ms. Winston.”

  Abiding by his command, I position myself on the bed as he has asked and he moves onto the bed to kneel behind me. As soon as I find my place in the correct position, Alex swats his hand across my behind.

  “Ow!” I shout out in a startled gasp. I scream from the shock, not the pain.

  He slaps in a circle, moving from right cheek to left cheek then to my center. As hard as he is hitting, I feel no pain. I welcome each hit. After five rounds, he moves his hand across my core.

  “Darling you are dripping. You enjoy this pain, don’t you?”

  “Yes, yes sir. I will take anything you give me.”

  Two more slaps follow and then he inserts his index finger into my core and his thumb into my rosette. He pulses them in and out slowly and leans his body slightly forward, tugging on my hair with his other hand.

  “You may come now,” he whispers into my ear.

  At his words, my body bursts into an eruption. He crooks his finger, continuing to rub my center and drains the rest of the orgasm from my body.

  As I come back to my senses, Alex twists me so that I am up on my knees facing him and he slams mouth against mine in a brutal kiss. I would give anything to have someone want me for the rest of my life, the way Alex wants me in this moment.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he whispers between heated kisses.

  As I squeeze my legs around him, he falls forward onto the bed catching himself with his arms. Pinned beneath him, I start to rub my folds against his erection. Continuing to kiss me feverishly, my body begins craving him again.

  “Do not release your legs unless I move them. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Moving back to a kneeling position, Alex swiftly enters my body. There will be no sweet love making with him right now. The pounding of his body into mine causes me to slide against his silk duvet. Adjusting our position, Alex reaches down and tilts my hips upward allowing him to rub against my inner spot. When he maneuvers himself again, he moves his hands beneath my back to grip my shoulders. He is pounding into me so hard, I am afraid I will black out. Sensing my discomfort, he bends down to kiss me and then tugs my bottom lip. This bit of pain causes my resurgence of a climax to push forward. Through my peak, I can sense Alex letting go along with me.

  As we both come back from our climaxes, Alex moves to lie beside me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he places a gentle kiss on my lips and I think to myself that I have never felt as treasured as in this very moment.

  CHAPTER 11

  Wrapped in our personal cocoon, Alex and I lose ourselves in each other for an untold amount of time since. Banging on the bedroom door snaps us out of our fantasy.

  Abi shouts, “Guys, come on. I’m hungry.”

  I reply to myself with a “humph” and snuggle my face into Alex’s sweaty chest.

  “She will continue to bang the door until we respond,” Alex says to me then yells out, “Give us a few minutes, Abigail.”

  As I smile into his chest, Alex whispers into my ear, “As lovely as it would be to lie in this bed with you all day, I believe we need to reenergize with some food.”

  Looking up at him with a pout on my lips, he bends and kisses my mouth. Reaching up, I tangle my fingers in his hair bringing him closer to me.

  “Come, darling; let’s not keep the child waiting. There is lotion in the bathroom for your bum,” he states.

  “Fine. Would you mind rubbing it on me?” I ask as I walk into the bathroom to grab the bottle and then stand innocently in the entryway.

  Walking to me, Alex gently takes the bottle from my hands and motions for me to turn around. He tenderly rubs the lotion onto my raw behind and as he rubs in small circles, his fingers begin to brush against my center. A gasp escapes my mouth every time he softly touches a fold or skin of my inner thigh, causing my lower belly to inflame again. My body can’t seem to get enough of him.

  “It seems you have awakened something in me, Ms. Winston. I appear to be insatiable in my cravings for you,” Alex proclaims as he continues to rub circles around my body intimately.

  “I’m yours, sir. Take me. Please.”

  Continuing to shift his hand back and forth, my hips rub against his hand, looking for more friction.

  “Bend forward slightly, Mallory, and hold onto the door jamb,” he says before he enters me slowly, as if he is afraid to hurt me.

  His thrusts are unhurried and steady and through unstable breaths Alex says, “I won’t last long. Seeing your pink behind had me burning at every rub.”

  “I’m so close, sir,” I respond as my grip on the doorjamb tightens, whitening my knuckles, when his speed begins to pick up.

  Soon we are rocking at a fiery speed and I let out a scream as I feel both of our bodies come apart. We both gently move to the floor and rest against the wall.

  My limbs has gone limp since experiencing the handful of orgasms in such a short time frame, and luckily I have stayed conscious as the banging on the bedroom door resumes.

  “Alex,” Abi cries, “are you even out of bed? I am hungry.”

  “Alex, I promise that was not my intention when I asked you to rub lotion on my ass.”

  He chuckles as he gracefully moves us off the floor, “Sure it wasn’t, Ms. Winston. I still enjoyed myself all the same.” Smiling up at him, I kiss his cheek and then clean myself up.

  This evening I decide to wear a short, a-line, coral colored skirt with a loose-fitted, off-white tank top. Some cute rhinestone sandals join the ensemble and I add a chunky necklace I found in the dresser. After a few minutes of dressing, I make my way out into the living room where Alex and Abi are waiting for me.

  As I am pulling my mess of hair into a ponytail I say, “Sorry to keep you guys waiting.”

  Wearing his same attire from earlier Alex answers, “We weren’t waiting long.”

  “Oh Mal, you look adorable,” Abi says before turning to look at her brother and inquiring, “Can we go now?”

  “Yes, Abi; we may leave now,” he replies with a secret grin gracing his lips.

  Running back into the bedroom and calling from over my shoulder, I announce, “Alex I need to grab my phone so I can text Madison and Mika,” while they head towards the elevator.

  As Abi leads us out of the car to the lobby, Alex wraps my hair around his wrist and pulls my head back. He leans down, plants a heated kiss onto my lips, and then continues out of the elevator shaft. His sudden burst of passion halts me to my spot. When I recognize the elevator doors beginning to close, I catch myself and begin to move again. After catching up to Abi and Alex, Alex reaches out and wraps an arm over my shoulder as Abi places her hand on the crook of his elbow of his other arm. Intertwining my hand into his, I rest my head onto him.

  We only have to walk a short while until we reach the restaurant. Since we didn’t call ahead, Abi gives them her cell number to call us when our table is ready and we head out onto one of the harbor docks to enjoy the setting sun on the water.

  As I lean against the railing of the dock, Alex wraps himself around me and rests his chin on my shoulder. We stay like this for a few peaceful moments taking in our surroundings, seemingly one person, as my heart beating in time with Alex’s.

  Lost in separate thoughts we are startled when Abi bounds over to us. “Hey guys. They had a cancellation. Our table is ready,” she announces.

  After following Abi back to the restaurant, the host seats us at our table.

  Once we are settled I ask, “So, Alex and Abi, what do you all do back home in England?”

  Abi replies, “Well, I just graduated with a degree in marketing, focusing on branding, and Alex, as you know, is a doctor. But he isn’t a practicing physician. He concentrates on research; specifically genetic research. He wants to find better detection and treatment for prader-willi syndrome.”

  Listening to Abi describe their studies, I stare at Alex and pronounce, “Alex, I had
no idea.”

  Not flattered by his sister’s listing of his achievements, he shrugs at my response.

  Ignoring Alex, Abi continues, “Alex has a wild side though and that is what earns him all of his money. Well, the money that doesn’t come from our family. He owns a formula one racing team that I don’t know much about it, but his driver wins all the time.”

  “Holy shit, really? What an adrenaline rush,” I exclaim, astonished.

  Alex nods his head and looks down at the table, as if he is embarrassed of his second occupation. Reaching under the table, I capture Alex’s hand that is resting along his thigh, and link our fingers. Sending in my direction a heartbreakingly beautiful smile, I return it with one of my own. We continue to beam at each other while Abi places a dinner sampler order that we all plan on sharing.

  A light voice startles my and Alex’s moment by shouting, “Can you two please stop eye fucking each other?”

  We both turn our heads quickly towards Abi with horrified looks upon our faces.

  She persists, “Seriously, we are out in public. I was getting all worked up and hot just sitting here. Alex, I don’t know how you plan to leave here in a month with the way your two were just mentally screwing each other.”

  “Yes, well, work and mum aren’t going to leave me much of a choice,” Alex retorts as the waiter arrives with our meal and places the heaping plate of seafood onto the table.

  From under the table, Alex squeezes my hand and then releases me. As we dig into to the shrimp, oysters, mussels, and crab legs, I look up momentarily from the mass of food on my plate to find Madison and Mika seated at the table across the restaurant. Wiping off my hands, I check the phone in my purse but find no missed calls, no texts, and no voicemails. Realizing they actually left me out of their dinner plans, I try to finish my meal, but I no longer taste any of the succulent flavors of the seafood. I absentmindedly move portions of my food around while I sit sullenly at the table.

  As Abi heads towards the rest room, Alex leans into me and whispers, “I’m here to take care of you. What’s wrong?”

  I look up into his eyes and pause before revealing, “They’re here.”

  “Who?”

  “Madison and Mika. They're eating dinner on the other side of the restaurant. They didn’t even invite me.”

  Seeming to contemplate my words Alex responds, “Well, perhaps there is a misunderstanding.”

  “We have a house rule; if anyone goes out to eat, we always invite the others. It has been like that since college. Even if one of us went away for the weekend, we always invited the other to dinner. It was sort of an inside joke. They have never, not invited me.”

  Just as I finished my explanation, Abi walks back to the table and we halt any further discussion.

  After settling the bill, Alex pulls my hand towards his mouth, places a kiss along my knuckles, and sends me a wink.

  Turning in Abi’s direction Alex declares, “Abigail, please wait outside for a moment. Mallory and I saw some friends we want to say hello to quickly.”

  “Sure,” she answers.

  Once Abi moves from the table, I ask Alex in my distress, “Alex, what are you doing? I still have to live there. I don’t want to make it worse if they are upset with me.”

  Alex stands from the table and grabs my hand while speaking, “Trust me, Ms. Winston. If there were any hope of continuing your friendships with these women, they have diminished it this evening. If I recall one of them is Mika correct? And she lied to you about meeting me. That is no way to treat any friend. So in reality, they will now only become your house mates once I leave.”

  The tone he uses while speaking to me compels me to realize he is right. Somehow, along the way these girls are no longer the friends I once knew. Mentally I ask myself how long I let them walk all over me. With my new resolve, we stride over to the table occupied by Madison and Mika.

  Siding up to their table I announce, “Hi girls! I want to introduce you to my boyfriend, Alex Stone.” Both staring at me, mouths agape, as they make quick glances to Alex. I can see jealousy burning in both of their eyes; green does not look good on them. I continue on, “Alex, this is Mika and Madison. I grew up with Madison and I met Mika in college.”

  In his perfect speech Alex says condescendingly without them even noticing, “Evening ladies, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. Mallory constantly talks about her friends. I apologize for snagging her away for dinner plans so quickly this evening that she didn’t have a chance to see you, though she did send you a message inviting you along.” Mika and Madison are speechless as he continues, changing his voice from playful to angry very quickly. “On a side note, I have a few choice words for you ladies,” Alex whispers harshly while leaning into their table, his grip on my hand ever increasing. “It is not wise to leave a bar or club with strangers and leaving your friend unaware of your plans. One, something could happen to you and she would be none-the-wiser. And two, something could happen to her and you would be just as much at fault as the criminal. And let me be clear that if anything ever happens to her, because her two friends left her somewhere alone, I will personally see that you two are held as accomplices to the crime.” With terrified looks spread across their faces, we start to walk away and then in the blink of an eye, Alex turns back towards the table. “Oh and one more thing,” he says angrily as he faces Mika, “I do remember you. You are the tramp that threw herself at me and then when I turned you down, you proceeded to sit on my lap and grind against me. I do not tolerate liars especially those that lie to my girlfriend. It would be wise of you to stay away from me and from Mallory or I will quickly have you disbarred.”

  Sauntering away, Alex exits the restaurant with me trailing behind him.

  “Mallory, did you get to say hi to your friends?”Abi asks curiously, noticing the back-away stance of Alex.

  “I did.”

  The anger continues to roll off Alex in waves as we walk back to The Braxton.

  Leaning into the ear of my powerful man, I whisper, “Thank you for saying everything I wish I was strong enough to say.”

  As we stop at a cross walk with a crowd of people he turns towards me and says, “Mallory, I promised you I would do anything in my power to protect and care for you. Unlike your friends, I will always keep my promise.”

  Peeking up at him, I wrap my arms around his waist pulling him into a hug. He proceeds to wrap his arms around me and kiss the top of my forehead. We stay like this until the crosswalk light changes.

  Entering the apartment Abi hollers in question, “Hey guys it’s still early, do you want to watch a movie?”

  “Sure,” we reply in unison.

  Grabbing the remote, Abi places herself on one end of the sofa while Alex sits on the other end with me resting up against him.

  “Can we watch ‘Paranormal Activity?” Abi solicits.

  We both nod our head as an answer.

  “You can cuddle up against me if you get scared.” Alex utters in a joking manner.

  In between laughs I say, “I will keep that in mind, but unfortunately I love horror flicks and I have seen this movie a lot.”

  An hour later I am jostled awake as Alex lifts me into his arms and I see that Abi has already moved from the couch.

  Alex whispers into my ear, “Sleep, love.”

  Waking sometime during the night, I feel fingers kissing my skin, trailing back and forth along my side.

  “I know you’re awake, Mallory. I can hear your breath hitch at my touch.”

  He reaches his hand up to my face and I turn onto my back. Stroking his thumb along my cheek, he slants forward to kiss me on both corners of my mouth and then his tongue strokes my upper lip begging for entrance. Opening my lips, his tongue probes the inside of my mouth as his fingertips trace a path of fire down my skin. With no direction in mind, his fingers outline my collarbone, breasts, nipples, ribs, navel, and thighs in sensual and measured strokes.

  “Alex, may I touch you?” I ask and
without hesitation he places my hand directly over his heart and gazes devotedly into my eyes.

  Tracing his chest and taught stomach, my hand draws light circles across his body. Light kisses are placed along my collarbone causing me to falter my perusing of his body. Quickly, he grabs my hand and places it with the other, both alongside my head on the bed sheets, interlacing our fingers together. Resting above me he places a kiss on my lips filled with so much emotion, I am taken aback by its sincerity. I attempt to portray all of my feelings for Alex in my returning kiss; I want him to know that I love him. The words can’t ever be said between us, but I hope to convey my love for him whenever we are together in moments like this.

  Between kisses Alex discloses, “You. Are. So. Sweet. I. Need. You. Now.”

  I want him to make love to me as he slowly enters me inch by tantalizing inch. As he pushes forward, I whimper from the light soreness I feel from our escapades earlier in the day.

  “I’m sorry, darling. Am I hurting you? I can stop. I know I was rough earlier.”

  “Please, Alex. Don’t stop. You feel too good,” I say as I lift my hips slightly, meeting his thrust.

  “Your body feels amazing. I could stay inside you forever. Your tight, wet, cunt welcomes me every time. I can’t get enough.”

  “Please, Alex.”

  “Please what, Ms. Winston?”

  “More. Please. Please, make love to me.”

  He quickens his pace only slightly and leans down to kiss my neck.

  “I love seeing you wear my collar all day, but seeing you naked with my collar on is an aphrodisiac in itself,” he says eliciting a moan from me at his words.

  Untangling one of his hands from my own, he moves it to my backside. His thumb enters my tight rosette, giving me even more pleasure and bringing my proximity to the brink closer with each thrust. Adjusting my hips slightly so that his body rubs my clit as well, the triple surge of pleasure becomes too much and I let go in his arms.

  Easing back into a slumber, I can sense Alex quietly cleaning me up before he slips back into bed, wrapping his arms around me.