I look at it. “That’s a cool one as well.” A large, sprawling tribal, which might represent a stylized bird, but I’m not sure.
“You don’t recognize what it is supposed to mean, right?”
“To be honest, no, I don’t.”
He laughs hoarsely. “It’s an angel.”
“I thought I saw a bird.”
Alexis puts on the t-shirt I brought him. He looks at himself in the mirror. “This is nice.” He turns around. “What do you think?”
“Suits you.” I like the print a lot. Roses encircling an electric guitar. Very fitting, in my humble opinion.
“I think I’ll take that one.”
“Okay, then I’m going to leave you to it.”
He takes it off, but he doesn’t step aside to let me pass. “You still need to help me with the other tees.”
“Okay.” I try not to think about what the rest of the people in the store must think about us sharing the dressing room.
The fashion show continues until he’s tried on and heard my verdict on all the tees. Five out of eight made it onto the shortlist, including the one I picked.
“Alright, then we can finally leave this comfortable cubicle now,” I say after clearing my throat.
Alexis is still between me and the door. “Really?” He puts a hand to my cheek.
I nod slowly.
“I thought maybe you wanted to stay here with me.” He gives me a grin, and I feel my breathing quicken and my heartrate increasing.
“Don’t be silly,” I chirp, unable to raise my voice. I lower my eyes and swear to myself in Italian.
Alexis takes my face in his hands. “You’re so incredibly hot when you’re getting insecure.”
“I’m not getting insecure,” I protest when he forces me to look up at him.
“Are you sure?” He pushes me against the wall, and all I can do is close my eyes.
“Yes.”
Then he leans down and kisses my throat. “How about now?”
I shake my head a little. “No.”
He takes his hands off my face, trails his fingers down my throat, over my shoulders, then towards my breasts. “Still not shaken?”
“Not at all.” That’s a lie, and I don’t like lying, but I don’t want to admit how much he gets to me.
He pulls up my top and slides his hands under it, cupping my breasts. “And now?” he asks as he pushes his knee between my legs.
“Maybe a little bit.”
“That’s enough for me.” He looks me in the eyes and then kisses my lips.
I sigh as I return the kiss, receive his greedy tongue as he pulls back his knee. His hands glide down to the belt of my shorts, and then I can hear the sound of the zipper being opened hastily. Alexis pushes down my shorts and panties, and I step out of them. His forefinger pushes between my labia, while his tongue duels wildly with mine. I grope for the buttons of his jeans, then pull his pants down. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his hips, pressing back against the wall so he won’t have to carry my entire weight. He penetrates me and seals my lips with his, so I cannot moan my intense lust. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pushes me harder against the wooden wall. I’m glad the surface is polished, not rough, because I’m not getting off on having my back looking like I ran into Freddy Krueger in a dark alley.
Alexis nibbles on my lower lip. “Don’t make a sound or they will catch us,” he whispers, his lips brushing mine like tickling feathers.
I shake my head to indicate I won’t make a sound. It drives me wild that I can’t move with him, but he presses me too tightly against the back wall. My heart is racing, but I don’t know whether that is the excitement of doing it in a public place, or merely the arousal itself.
He pushes his hands under my butt, giving me traction so I can strain against him and rock with him in a synchronized rhythm. He moans softly; so softly that it sounds like a mere hiss of a breath.
Then there is a knock on the door. “Alexis?” a voice asks.
I freeze, but he doesn’t even stop.
“What is it?” he barks back as if nothing is going on, as if he isn’t fucking me in this changing cubicle.
“Are you done yet?”
“Almost. Why aren’t you waiting outside the store? Nothing’s gonna happen in here.”
How does he do that, speaking in a perfectly normal voice while he’s inside me?
The person on the other side of the door laughs softly. “Yes, Sir.” Was that Colt or Reese?
When I try to say something, Alexis kisses me again. His thrusts become faster, trying to drive me over the edge more quickly, trying to prevent anyone from noticing what we’re doing in here. Our tongues wrestle with a fiery passion that is also gripping my body. I can’t hold back any longer. My lower body quivers with the anticipation of a climax that announces itself by the warm waves that start spreading through my body. Thunder storms and hurricanes are raging within me when I finally find release and dig my fingernails into his bare back.
“Aaah,” he hisses and bites into my lower lip, thrusting into me hard one last time.
I feel him spend himself inside me in several hot spurts.
We’re both panting when the orgasm subsides. He sets me down carefully, and I’m worried that my legs will fail to support me, but Alexis holds me until I can stand up on my own. He pulls up his boxers and jeans, before asking in a soft whisper: “Are you okay?”
I nod hectically.
He smiles, kisses the corner of my mouth and then squats down. He helps me step back into my pants, but before he pulls them up over my buttocks, he breathes a gentle kiss against my mound.
I suck in air with a hiss. “God.”
“Call me Alexis,” he murmurs as he straightens again and closes my zipper.
Before I turn away from him to look in the mirror, I offer him a smile. I check whether I look like a girl who just got laid, but I decide that, fortunately, that isn’t the case.
“You look freaking hot. And knowing my cum is dripping down your thighs makes me want to fuck you all over again,” he whispers into my ear.
I swallow. He didn’t just say that, did he? I find it a little disconcerting to know that I can’t wash myself off after our quickie.
“Come on, I need to pay for these t-shirts and then we should head out before Colt comes checking for me again.” He winks at me. Alexis looks as if nothing happened. As if he’d done this kind of thing a hundred times before. And I wouldn’t put it past him either. Fucking a woman in a dressing room is probably nothing new for him. He takes my hand and we head for the registers.
“Oh my God, you are Alexis Kingston,” the girl behind the counter announces with a voice that’s dripping with awe.
“Alive and kicking, yes,” he confirms with a nod and puts the t-shirts down on the counter.
Her hands are shaking when she scans the items, and she keeps staring at him in disbelief. “That would be … seventy-nine dollars … and fifty-five cents,” she stammers.
He lets go of my hand to pull his wallet from his back pocket, and then he pays her in cash.
“Did you find everything alright today?” She inquires, having found her routine again.
He glances at me, before giving her a mischievous grin. “Had the best shopping experience I could ask for.”
She hands him his change, puts the t-shirts into a plastic bag, and continues to ogle him like a damn teenager. I want to put a sneezing spell on her, or worse, a plague, but a moment later I’m a little freaked out by the jealousy that’s suddenly raging inside me. “Goodbye, Mr. Kingston.”
He smiles at her. “Goodbye.” He takes my hand into his again and leads me out. “Best shopping experience ever,” he says under his breath.
I can’t refrain from slapping on a sheepish grin, but I keep my eyes lowered, so people won’t see how satisfied I am.
“What’s wrong?” Alexis wants to know.
“Nothing, I’m fine. Just feels like my lips are a
little swollen.”
“So what if they do? They look delicious,” he smirks, pulling away his hand, but only to wrap his arm around my shoulder.
“Alexis, you know you should put on your baseball cap and dark shades. There is always a bunch of teenaged fans in a mall like this,” one of the broad-shouldered bodyguards says.
He brushes off the comment. “No, thank you, Colt.” Then he looks at me. “Where do you want to go next?”
“I actually have everything I need,” I reply and lean my head against his shoulder.
“Are you sure there’s nothing else you want?”
“I don’t know what else I might …” I trail off in mid-sentence. We’re passing a store that would be the death of my savings account, if I were ever to set foot inside it. I crane my neck to look at a pair of shoes in the window, even though we’ve already passed it.
“What else you might … what?” Alexis repeats my last words and then nudges me. “Hey, you still here?”
I shake my head and look up at him. “Huh?”
“You said you didn’t know what else you might – and then you suddenly stopped talking, but I’m guessing you were interested in those shoes, right?”
“No, I … I know that I can’t afford them, so I better not even take another look. It will only frustrate me that I can’t have them,” I explain with a smile.
Alexis
I laugh softly. “Do you want to take another look at them or not?”
“No, I don’t,” she insists with finality.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m absolutely sure.”
“But I’m absolutely sure that you want to go into that store and try them on.” I simply turn around and steer her back into the fancy store, because it was obvious that she was straining to get a longer look at their window display.
“If you think you can live with the fact that I’m going to leave this place in utter frustration, I can try these shoes on,” she warns me in an amused voice.
I raise an eyebrow. “Only those? There are probably more that you’d like in here.” The woman who can browse a shoe store without trying on more than one pair doesn’t exist. Unless she’s a woman that hates shopping in general, but that doesn’t apply to Honor.
“Alright, maybe two or three pairs, but then I have to flee this seductive place.”
“Let’s see how that goes.” I take my arm off her shoulder. “Go on, check it out. I’m going to sit outside in one of those armchairs meant for poor, waiting husbands and boyfriends.”
She laughs gleefully before leaving me alone.
I stare after her pensively. Why did I fuck her again? I know that she’s supposed to stay away from me. She mustn’t fall in love with me, like the others did, because then she will throw away the job and leave. And if that happens, the others are going to kill me. What was I thinking? Oh, I know. I wasn’t thinking at all! Honor is an incredibly hot woman with great looks and a quick wit. Brainless bimbos are simply not my type.
Colt clears his throat next to me. “A good-looking woman.”
I look up at him, and before I know it, a growl escapes my mouth. “Yes, she is very pretty.” And she really is. My cock immediately hardens when I think of her body, a perfect blend of slim waist and smoking-hot curves, or her light blue eyes that give me that seductive wide-eyed look when I take her by surprise. Her lips have a fascinating shape and they are of a more intense red than those of the heavily made-up women you tend to meet at clubs. They are the perfect temptation. And her long black hair, cascading down her shoulders when she decides not to pin it up, is practically an invitation to grab it, feel it, rake my fingers through it.
“Do you feel something for her?” He wants to know.
I look at him with a mixture of rage and confusion. “Should I?”
“Happens to look that way when I see you together.”
I peek into the store, looking for Honor who is trying on a pair of black heels in front of the mirror. “Honor and I are just friends. I keep her close so nobody’s trying to hit on her.” What a lame excuse!
“So there’s nothing going on between you and her?”
“I’m starting to think that you like her, Colt.”
“Well, she’s a real looker and I admit that I wouldn’t mind getting to know her better,” he says, oblivious to the fact that she belongs to me.
I rein in the growl that is threatening to rise in my throat, even though she belongs to me. Wait a minute, what am I thinking? She does not belong to me, or to any other man. She’s a free spirit, same way I am. What we share is a casual affair, sex for the sheer joy of it. And yet I don’t want to share her with anyone. “Would you, now? Honor is not interested in getting to know other men. She wants to focus on her career.”
“I would give it a shot anyway.”
That’s enough! I rise to my feet and give him a withering look, but then a hand touches my arm. I turn around and look into Honor’s eyes. “That was fast.”
She seems frustrated. “Yeah, when I saw the price tag on those heels, my heart pretty much stopped. We should get out of here ASAP, before I make a mistake.” She grins at me.
The corner of my mouth twitches. “So you want them.”
“Yes, I told them to put the shoes on hold for me. I want to buy them when my first paycheck comes in.” She takes my hand and I feel a jolt of electricity. The last time I felt something like this was with my ex.
“Okay.”
Honor pulls me along with her. “If you left me alone with my credit card, this store would easily be my financial ruin.”
I give her a thoughtful look. “Because you want to buy everything you see in there?”
“Yes, and because all the things I want are terribly expensive.”
“Do you want to go grab a bite to eat?”
“I’m not hungry, but I don’t want to keep you from eating something.” She looks up at me, and for the first time I notice that her expression is … dreamy, maybe even loving. If I interpret it correctly. It’s not possible to fall in love after a couple casual hookups, right? I’m probably misinterpreting her gaze. That must be it.
“Alexis?”
I blink before I answer. “Yes?”
“Are you hungry?”
“No, I’ve eaten at home. Ms. Cunnings insists on force-feeding me since I came back from the hospital,” I exaggerate, sounding far less casual than I would like to.
“Do you want to check out any other stores?”
“Oh my God, it’s Alexis Kingston!” A female voice screams.
“No, I want to run,” I reply and already dash off.
Honor can hardly keep up with me, but I don’t care. As long as I’m holding on to her hand, I know that I can’t lose her. I don’t want the crazy fans to see her up close.
“There’s more of them!” she pants, after sneaking a look over her shoulder.
“Where did Colt and Reese go?”
“No idea; I think we’ve lost them!”
We continue to run, leaving the mall and rushing into a nearby park. I hope we can lose the frenzied teenagers in there. Damned summer break!
“Did we finally lose them?” Honor asks after we’ve been running for what felt like ten miles. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but it feels as if we’ve just run a marathon. She’s out of breath and so am I.
“I hope so. Haven’t heard a scream or a squeal in a while, so that is a good sign.”
She gives me that wide-eyed look of surprise that I simply adore. “And yet you made me run this far?”
I nod quickly and pull her down with me. We’ve reached a stretch of the beach, so we can just as well sit down and enjoy the view of the rolling ocean.
“Slave driver,” she snorts, and I guffaw.
I tilt my head to one side and study her. My heart beats faster when she smiles at me.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I say good-humoredly before putting an arm around her and pulling her close. �
�Just looking at you.”
“But the way you were looking at me told me you were going to say something.”
“Nope.”
“If you say so.” Honor puts her head on my shoulder. “Do you think the bodyguards are going to find us here?”
“I hope not.” I caress her arm lightly. “Do you feel at home with us?”
She looks up at me. “You mean at the house?”
“No, in our basement. Of course I mean at the house.”
She snorts, but it’s an amused sound. “It’s a little strange to be living under one roof with people I don’t know, but I’m getting used to it.”
“And that’s it?”
She fidgets in my arm.
“Talk to me, Honor,” I whisper into her ear. “I can only help you if you tell me what you feel.”
“I don’t want you to fight with your friends because of me.”
“I won’t. What’s going on?” I probe.
She pulls away from me. “Alexis, I … I don’t feel welcome anymore since Ms. Cunnings caught us in the living room. Everyone is avoiding me, except Thally and Madeleine, or maybe Amira. Even you.”
I nod slowly. “Do you want to accept Joel’s offer, and record your parts in New York?”
A heavy sigh escapes her lips. “I’m considering it.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“I don’t want you to run away just because the guys are being a bunch of asshats. I want you to stay … with me.”
She gives me a perplexed look. “Are you telling me to stay with you?”
“Yes.”
“But why?”
“Because I enjoy your company, and because we have a song to write. We can’t do that if you’re in New York and I’m here in the Hamptons,” I explain matter-of-factly.
“And those are the only reasons?”
“These are the main reasons.”
“What are the others?”
“I like you, Honor, okay?” When I look at her, she averts her eyes and stares out towards the ocean, visibly confused. “And we’re going on tour soon. I hardly see us stopping at JFK Airport to pick you up.”
“Yeah, I can’t imagine that either.”
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