Wilde About Alec

by Cate Faircloth

  “Thank you.”

  He kisses me softly or tries to before it becomes us making out heavily in the living room. But we have to leave to make it there at a decent time.

  “You eat something?” he asks, pulling away.

  “No. I’m not hungry.”

  He gives me a face knowing I told him I can’t eat in the mornings. I never have been able to. It just makes me nauseous.

  “Hmph. We’ll get something on the way.”

  He tugs me along, and we start the long drive in his car. He holds my hand most of the time, and we listen to music on the radio. For the first time, I hear one of his brother, Brant’s, songs, and he groans theatrically.

  “You don’t like it?”

  “It’s not that. He’s just… I don’t know.” He shrugs, not looking at me because he’s going rather fast. “We never really got along, the two of us. Sometimes we hated each other, but it isn’t like that with the rest of them,” he explains. The dejection in his voice is hard for me to place.

  “I’m sorry to hear that. But what about now?”

  “Now? Last time I talked to him was a few weeks ago. He’s on tour, so he doesn’t really talk to anyone.”

  “Well, maybe you can go to one of his concerts, or we can go and surprise him?” I ask. Hopefully, he feels the same way about me meeting any of his brothers.

  He chuckles softly and lifts my hand to kiss it.

  “I’ve got no problem taking you to his concert. But it won’t be a surprise because I’ll be damned if I pay to see my own brother perform.”

  The wide foyer is still too grand, too bright. The staircase is white, and the banister is gold. The floors are shiny marble leading to the overdramatic center table toward the first living room which is decorated the same way. Alec holds my hand softly, and I lean into him for comfort.

  I can hear the staff in the kitchen. I know it isn’t my parents.

  “They’re probably in the den,” I tell Alec.

  He drops my bag by the door and follows me up the steps and to the far side of the house. Nothing is on the walls but exotic art pieces, things from their world travels. Maybe as an only child they should have some sort of shrine for me like other parents might—but it’s just my room that they’ve left untouched since we moved in when I was fifteen.

  “It’s nice,” Alec comments. I frown to myself and knock on the double wooden doors.

  My heart flutters, but nothing like when Alec touches me. Even just now when he holds me at my waist, kisses the top of my head softly, and holds me tighter. I feel everything he wants to tell me in his touch.

  The door swings open, I see Dad first.

  “Mia.” His voice is jovial as he tugs me from Alec and hugs me tightly. Maybe I should have told them he was coming. Dad holds me at arm’s length. I look the same. He looks the same—short, fit, dark hair and beard with kind eyes. I know I got mine from him.

  “Hi, Dad. This is Alec, um… my boyfriend.” I almost phrase it as a question because it was a conversation we never had, but Alec winks at me quickly and shakes his hand.

  “Alec Wilde, nice to meet you, sir.” They shake firmly, and Dad studies him once before smiling and inviting him into the den. I know that means he likes him. He can read people very easily, his livelihood depends on it, being an investment banker and all.

  “You, too. Nice place you have here. My dad had that same desk,” Alec says smoothly, easing into conversation with him. I sit next to him on the couch and watch as Dad pours us drinks.

  “Oh really? He must have been a lush like me.” Dad chuckles.

  “As it gets. Same cognac bottle, too. Never opened it, though.” Alec rests his hand on my thigh. Though it’s the first I’m hearing about his dad like this.

  “You don’t say.” Dad gives us both scotch, neat. It helps wash away the long drive from my body in one sip. “What did he do?” He sits in the armchair facing us.

  “He was a real estate broker before he got into real estate holdings.”

  Dad slowly nods, thinking to himself. “You said you’re Alec Wilde? Can’t be your father was Timothy Wilde?”

  “Yeah, he was.” Alec finishes his scotch, and I feel him tense.

  “You don’t say. I did business with him a few years back… Wilde Enterprises Inc. owns what, fifty percent of real estate investments in the continental US?” Dad gapes.

  “Yeah… or seventy. Whichever way you look at it.” Alec sets his glass on a coaster, and I reel in having only now figured this out. He takes my hand and smiles at me softly. I smile back, but still thinking I have to ask him about this later.

  “That’s impressive. And my condolences for his passing. I hope your family is doing well.”

  “Thank you. We are.”

  Dad easily changes the subject and does all the dad-type things. He kindly doesn’t point out that I have never brought a man home to meet him. I think I just glaze over these types of things with Alec because it feels so natural. It’s like he should just… be with me.

  But when Mom appears, it’s a completely different story. She looks beautiful in her flowing creamy dress. Her dark hair is up in a bun, and her makeup is minimal. She fits to Dad’s side perfectly, and they glow around each other. But every time she looks at me, I tense up waiting for the blow.

  “So how did you two meet?” Mom asks over dinner. The turkey is good, the stuffing even better. It just doesn’t feel homey because I know how catered it was.

  I almost stammer. Surely, I can’t tell my parents we’re roommates.

  “At work,” Alec says.

  Mom lifts her wine glass to hide her smile, just like I was taught in debutant class but never do. “What kind of work could a florist be doing? Aren’t you an engineer?”

  My stuffing goes down hard as I fume slightly. She has already started and so early.

  “It was… a company event.” Alec sets his fork down halfway through his meal. Maybe he lost his appetite like me.

  “Hmm,” Mom responds and sips her wine.

  “So how is your work going, Amalia?” she asks even though she says ‘work’ like asking a kid about their day. Alec looks down at me at the mention of my full name, but I just wave him off signaling I’ll explain later.

  “Good. Thank you for asking.”

  “One of my clients is a lab manager, I don’t remember what. But I thought I’d tell him about your research, and maybe he can help you find another job.” Dad is a lot nicer about not liking my current work situation.

  “Thanks, Dad. You can do that if you want to.” I drink the rest of my wine and pour another from the carafe.

  Alec touches my knee, probably not knowing how much it calms me down.

  “Sure, honey. I’d be glad to.”

  Dinner goes on, and I take maybe a few more bites. They ask Alec a lot of questions, but he responds to them easily. I figure he is just fitting in so well because he knows how they are. Finding out he grew up just as rich and privileged may play a part, him just knowing how things tend to work in this world.

  “Alec, you seem to really like my Amalia.” Mom smiles her falsely innocent smile.

  “Yes, I do.” Alec makes a show of taking my hand and kissing it, and I nearly melt. My parents disappear for a moment as I look into his eyes and revel in how lucky I am.

  “What do you really see in her? A mother has to know these things.”

  And it’s ruined.

  “Not necessarily,” Alec says with a smile that means the opposite.

  I sink into my chair, so annoyed at my mother and wishing I could say something to her. Dad takes her hand and gives her a look that she ignores.

  “Well, I know Amalia isn’t the most sophisticated type. I mean, she went to university, but what she’s doing now is…”

  “Mom, please,” I interrupt her, and she laughs softly as she waves me off.

  “I’m just being honest, it isn’t—”

  “Well, don’t be.” I feel Alec looking down at me,
and I swallow heavily as I push away from the table. “I’ve… lost my appetite.” I stand, and Alec does the same, but I walk away just feeling him behind me as I rush to the safety of my room behind closed doors.

  It doesn’t make me forget what she said, but I do get far away from my mom and her antics. I sit on the edge of my dramatically plush and decorated bed tugging at my fingers like it will wring out the dead anxiety budding inside of me.

  “Mia, you okay?” Alec sits next to me gingerly brushing the inside of my wrists.

  I sniffle, trying to hold back tears. It isn’t that I don’t want him to see me cry. I just down want to cry at all.

  “I… I don’t know why she does that. It’s like she doesn’t care about my… my feelings at all.” My tears fall flooding my eyes and blocking my throat. I swallow over and over to try and cinch the discomfort, but it doesn’t work.

  What works is Alec holding me tightly and letting me cry onto his chest. I sink my hands under his jacket to absorb all his warmth into me. He shushes me but lets me cry and kisses my head over and over until I finally stop long enough to breathe normally. I pull away and look up at him, staring down at me not like I’m fragile, but like I just need the support sometimes.

  And it means everything to me.

  He kisses me softly as he cups my cheek and wipes my tears away and then deepens the kiss, washing away everything and replacing it with his taste, his touch, his warmth. I flutter everywhere as my body heats, just always on edge for him.

  “Alec…” I start tugging at his jacket and buttons clumsily.

  “We’re at your parents’ house.” He chuckles against my lips and pulls away to kiss my jaw and neck.

  “It’s a showpiece… I need you.” I tug him back to me and kiss him deeply.

  It becomes a mess of our kisses, his mouth all over me and our hands trying to get each other naked, but it takes too long. I settle for his bare chest behind his open buttons and his cock just out of his pants, my dress hiked up around my waist and panties to the side as he enters me. I struggle to keep quiet, having to bury my face in his neck and breathe all of him in as he holds me up and slams into me, so it doesn’t rattle the headboard.

  I clutch him to me, raking my nails down his front and back. He holds me everywhere, and we climb higher and higher to the end of both of us as we come together and collapse in each other on the bed.

  My breath is tired, I’m tired—emotionally and physically. He kisses me softly and helps me get fixed back up, but I have to use the bathroom and change anyway.

  “I don’t want to stay here,” I say.

  He holds my hand on the bed and regards me closely.

  “Let’s leave then.”

  “I already took tomorrow off work. It’d be useless. At least here there is free food.”

  He chuckles and kisses my cheek. I look up at him as he grins.

  “Well, I know a place where we can at least get free breakfast.”

  21

  Alec

  I only knew where this place was because I had passed it so many times while finding a city to settle down in. I never stayed at the inn, but it always looked so homey from the outside. It reminded me of family vacations at the various cottages or condos the family would stay in.

  Mia seems to like it as we pull up, but I figure she might just be admiring the flowering landscape the place has visible behind the front lights.

  “I didn’t pack a bag to stay overnight, Alec.” Mia tightens her hold on my hand as we walk inside.

  I look down at her, smiling softly. I could still see the rims of red in her eyes from her crying. It hurt me to see her hurt, and I realize I have never felt that before because it is somehow worse than being in pain myself. Maybe it’s because I don’t know how to comfort her the right way because it was never my strong suit. All I could do was hold her as she sobbed, the sounds tearing me apart. I didn’t think her mother was as bad as she told me. I thought she was just exaggerating as some girls do over their mothers, but it turns out, she was highly downplaying the whole thing.

  If money changed my mom, I’m sure she would be just like her. I’m lucky she isn’t. Image, status… it’s important to the people who live in that world, but my mom never made it important to all of us.

  Mia is nothing like those folks, doesn’t want to take her parents’ money because of her work ethic and tenacity. I don’t see it as pride at all. It’s just one of the reasons I adore her so much.

  “You’ll be fine. You may not need clothes that much anyway.” I lick my lips before I widen my grin, and her cheeks flush immediately. I love how she blushes all the time, even still. Her easy innocence and demure nature make me want to wrap her up in my arms and shield her from everything, so she’ll never know pain unless it’s blinding pleasure.

  “Okay,” she squeaks, turning to watch where she is walking.

  I tell her to sit and wait while I get us a room. The concierge seems annoyed at the last-minute check-in. I guess everyone makes reservations in advance these days. Anyway, I get a king suite room and order a simple room service dinner while I’m at it since we both only ate half our meals. When I get back to Mia, she is staring down at her phone with a deep frown I want to wipe from her face.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” I reach her, taking her wrist gently in my hand. She turns away, tucks the phone in her purse before tugging it onto her shoulder.

  “Nothing, just my dad. You got a room?”

  “Yeah, and dinner.”

  I lead her up to the room, and her tense body doesn’t relax the entire way, not even once we’re inside the nice room—the bed off behind one wall, the bathroom on the other, and a nice small living room in the center. Mia sits on the edge of the bed and sighs trying to smile up at me slightly.

  “Hey, don’t worry about them.” I crouch down in front of her. My hands rest on her soft knees as I rub her softly, and she relaxes maybe a little bit. I cup her cheek and kiss her softly. She sighs into the kiss, her fingers threading through my hair and holding me closer.

  I let all her frustration and unease pour into me, her worries and doubts become mine as I try to kiss away anything that can make her unhappy. When she tugs at my jacket, I happily shuck it off and get to hiking her dress up her legs. I don’t care that I’ve only just had her. I don’t care that I can’t get enough of her. I just care that I can’t get enough of her, and I don’t ever want not to get enough of her.

  My shirt goes next, our shoes, and her dress before I lay her down on the bed and settle between her legs to taste her. I can’t get enough of her, and when I get the first taste of her sweet wetness on my tongue, she parts her legs, opening herself up to me and bucking her hips toward me even more. When I latch onto her working her clit with my tongue and sucking her with my lips, her thighs tighten around my face and hold me there.

  “Alec, please.”

  Her moan is deep and guttural. I reach up to palm her breast in my hand pinching her nipple as I do. She clutches my hair tighter, her calves tightening around my shoulders as I press her into the bed and not stopping until she is trembling, pulsing with desire, and gushing onto my face with her orgasm. In the same breath, I shuck my pants off and enter her in one hard thrust. I see the stars in her eyes as I do before they loll back into her head with her fluttering lids. She bites her peachy lips, and I kiss them instead. My tongue swirls around hers as I kiss and drive my cock inside of her.

  My back stings at her nails raking down to clench my ass and meeting my every thrust. I break away for air, sucking her neck and tasting her creamy skin. I feel all of my self just pouring inside of her as we go on. I quicken my pace, every thrust growing harder and quicker.

  My breath hitches, my groans turning into deep growls as I fight to claim her, to mark her as mine and ruin her for anyone else because I don’t want her to have anyone else. I want to get my shit together and deserve her, but for now, I just want to have her around me and be inside of her as much as I can.
r />   “Oh, Alec… Alec,” Mia moans into my ear, her hot breath pouring inside of me and making me shiver. My cock twitches again growing harder for the last time before my orgasm comes knocking. But I want to watch her come first.

  I lean back clenching her ass tightly and thrusting into her to the hilt until all of me is buried inside of her, and her clit rubs against me every time. The bed rattles and Mia makes no attempt to be quiet, and I don’t care. I don’t care if someone comes banging on the door because for now, I am just making sure she doesn’t think of anything else but this moment. Between us.

  Mia cries out, clutching my shoulder as her body erupts in pleasure. I watch her nipples darken, her breasts swell, and her body clenching at her climax. She grips me even tighter, and it’s enough for everything to come spilling out as I come hard and fast inside of her. Her screams turn to moans as I lean down and kiss the rest of her orgasm out of her.

  Her arms wrap around me surrounding me in her warmth as our skin slides together, and I slip out of her lying beside her as I kiss and graze her body with my hand. I pull back to look into her sated eyes, and she smiles softly.

  “This is a lot of sex.” She giggles softly, and I’m happy to see a smile on her face again.

  “Yeah. I’m insatiable… you are, too.” I tuck her hair behind her ear to see her blush under the dim lights of the room.

  Her hand grips my bicep tightly as she stretches out. We don’t have much time to lay there before room service comes. I throw on my boxers to get the food, and when I come back, Mia is in the shower. I join her so that I can watch her wash her skin and relax under the hot water as I do the same with her.

  We’re starved when we get out and start on the steak dinners I ordered. Maybe turkey would be more festive, but I figured she wouldn’t want a reminder of the dinner with her parents.

  “I used to love the holidays. Even with my family.”

  “What changed?”

  Mia glares softly at me, and I can’t help but chuckle. I guess it isn’t time for jokes.