The One Awakened: Book 1 in The One Trilogy

by Alexandra North

  Padding downstairs in one of Sebastian’s shirts and nothing else but a pair of thick cashmere socks, I’d located in his bottom drawer; I head for the kitchen in search of serious sustenance. All is pretty quiet and I figure that most of our friends are enjoying a lazy Sunday lie in - shame Sebastian hadn’t wanted to do the same. The bed had been empty when I’d awoken and I’m ashamed to say I’d been disappointed not to enjoy some relaxed morning nookie with my lover.

  My lover. My love…er!

  I like the way that sounds. The way it rolls off my tongue. It feels right and sexy and forbidden and I feel very fortunate. It feels like we’ve moved into a new part of our relationship, one I’d not ever expected the day I’d propositioned him with that text.

  As I make my way into the kitchen I can hear his voice and my steps quicken. But reaching the door I slow; he sounds angry. Unsure whether to tiptoe back out the way I’d come or act like I couldn’t hear him I decide to do what I always do when I need distracting, start cooking and with a quick glance around the room I nod and head for the immense triple mirrored fridge for ingredients, my catering plan taking action in my hungry mind.

  From my position at the stove I can see Sebastian pacing outside on the patio, in faded grey jeans, a worn All Saints v-neck T-shirt, and leather flops. The man oozes sex appeal in whatever he chose to wear - yet always managed to look effortless.

  He redefines fine!

  Unfortunately, his shades cover his eyes, so I can’t read his expression clearly but from the distinct amount of arm gesturing and head stroking, he is passionately pissed off about something or someone. I wonder what or whom?

  The house is still hushed, as I locate two plates and matching mugs and set about serving up my futile attempts at Nigella style cooking - well the sexy man’s shirt helped a little.

  “Something smells good.”

  I smile at the sound of his voice, noticing that all traces of annoyance appear to have disappeared and jump as he playfully taps me on the bottom.

  “Oi! Hands off the Chef and get tucked into this!” I laugh, placing the mushrooms, scrambled eggs, tomato and grilled bacon in front of his greedy eyes. “I’m not just good for one thing you know.” Winking saucily, I pour freshly brewed coffee from the cafetière into his mug and tea into mine.

  The absence of any clever comeback makes me stop pouring milk and look up, at the serious expression on his very handsome sexy face.

  Oh my! Who needs food in the morning when you’re with Sebastian Silver?

  He was more than enough to feast upon.

  “You look beautiful.”

  I swallow and lick my drying lips. Don’t ruin this moment Lu with a silly joke - enjoy the compliment; enjoy the moment.

  He instead comes to my rescue and speaks for me, recognising my surprise at the sudden change in mood.

  “Let’s eat before it gets cold or the scavengers arrive to feast.”

  I study his face as we sit opposite one another at the sparkling granite island and ignore the steaming plate of delicious food in front of me, instead reaching for my tea. I’m suddenly not hungry, well not for food. My pleasure is taken from seeing and hearing his obvious approval at my thrown-together fry-up. He truly was a pleasure to cook for - very easy to please.

  For the next few minutes the meal is given his full attention, lavished and fixated upon and entirely gobbled-up. As he wipes his mouth with a nearby napkin, I realise that I share a kinship with his Breakfast. I feel much the same as his food every time he decides that I’m on the menu.

  “Aren’t you hungry Lu?” His face shows concern nodding at my still laden plate. I push it towards him with a gracious hand offering him, what’s there.

  “I was but now I’m…” I stutter over my words and shake my head smiling up at him through tilted coy eyes. God he is sexy.

  I press my thighs together to quash the heat building there.

  “What? What are you now Lu?”

  He’s now at my side, and I’m spun on the stool to face him, his warm rough hands on my bare thighs, the shirt rising higher; my legs part.

  His eyes drop to spot on the stool where my thighs join and shadow begins. I can feel the breeze on my naked pussy, peeking out beneath the hem of the shirt.

  From the look of pure need on Seb’s face it hadn’t gone unnoticed.

  “I’m horny,” I whisper.

  Oh shit did I actually say that out loud?

  I must have, as I immediately feel the whip of air as I’m lifted, fireman style and thrown over his shoulder, his hand cheekily patting my behind, as he heads into the utility.

  “I think, Baby, that you and I need to attend to some much overdue laundry.”

  Eh? Are we not on the same wavelength here?

  Sebastian’s utility is probably the size of a family kitchen and could be accessed from both inside and outside the house. As we enter he turns and locks the door behind him, continuing to the outer door to check it too is securely ensconced.

  Ahh! Now I get it. Privacy.

  I feel myself lowered to the oak floor beneath us, my feet instantly soothed by warmth from the heated flooring. Several washers fill the left corner of the room, followed by two tumble dryers, one already spinning and then all sorts of ironing and steaming equipment. The man was seriously indulgent. I bet he didn’t do any of it himself; probably didn’t even know how to use the technology.

  My mind goes blank again as I feel him move behind me and push me in the direction of the working dryer. As we reach it Sebastian turns me and bends to kiss me lightly; the first kiss of the morning. He tastes salty and of bacon and fresh coffee and Sebastian. He tastes delicious.

  His wandering hands grasp the collar of the shirt and yank tightly, forcing me into him further. I melt as his nose brushes my neck, nuzzling there, inhaling my scent. His voice breaks the spell, deep and seductive.

  “You look good in my clothes. You’ll look better out of them.”

  I shiver as he undoes three top buttons, allowing him to release a shoulder and push the shirt aside, planting a soft wet kiss there. I shiver and thrust my breasts out begging him to free them too.

  Working his way in a trail of tormenting licks he travels teasingly up my neck and finally back to my mouth, where the mood changes in that moment. Jolts of electricity feed along every nerve in my body as our kiss intensifies.

  He locks his eyes on mine. I lean back onto the machine behind me and supporting me with one hand, he uses his other to expertly flick each remaining button open. I hold my breath as I feel his huge warm hand, at my neck, and using firm pressure with his palm, graze a path down my body, between my breasts, over my stomach, dipping lightly over my navel and curved tummy and smoothing over my pussy. I move to instinctively squeeze my legs together but his foot wedges them apart. His shirt now drapes either side of my body, open wide to allow his visible access to my main assets and his socks, which ruche like leg warmers at my ankles.

  As if he can read my mind he orders. “The shirt …and socks stay!”

  Fisting his hands in my hair, which tumbles over my shoulders, I melt into his body and tug roughly at the hem of his t-shirt. He is wearing way too much clothing. It lands in a heap on the floor and turning back to me, his face intense and sexy I lick my lips in expectation. The bulge in his jeans was enough promise to excite me.

  “Jump!”

  The command is a growl and without a word I trust him and using his arms for leverage do just that, sliding carefully backwards onto the juddering dryer at my back. The heat is an unexpected shock and I gasp as my bare behind adapts to the slight scald. I instinctively open my legs to support myself better, and his eyes are immediately drawn to the dark apex at their peak. I watch as his dark brown eyes, deepen to black and gold-flecked pools of fire and fill with desire and need and something else?

  “Just you and me now.”

  He softly scrapes his nails down each thigh and pulls me rough
ly towards him. The dryer is thankfully designed to be waist height and is perfect for us and as he pulls me nearer the edge, he hits the spin button and I feel the delicious vibrations expand and filter through my already pulsing core. Sebastian clamps onto my hips in a vice like grip, keeping me immobile against the movement of the machine beneath and then with one rotational grind, he encourages me to continue circling my pelvis to appease the building pressure and reach my goal. I lose myself in the moment but know that his focus is on me at all times and it turns me on.

  “That’s it Baby - come for me.”

  As I collapse onto him and rotate on the dryer my body racked with tiny pulses of ebbing need, his hand cups my breast and tweaks a nipple, flicking it hard, almost painfully; his mouth finds the other, circling it and lavishing it with attention. I arch my back, throwing my head back.

  My body is on fire. I want to touch him, kiss him. I want him inside me. I want all of him. In that instant I feel his hand cup the back of my neck and his hand fiddling in his pocket, before slipping between my legs. The rustling of packaging, causes me to look down and I sigh in pleasure at the sight on show, as he slides protection over his arousal.

  “Now!”

  Could this man read minds?

  I’m thrust towards him, and impaled on his cock. The fullness of him, makes me groan aloud in both pleasure and pain but the uncomfortable sensation doesn’t last and I throw my arms around him, whilst his hands move to hold my ass, sexily massaging it in time to the bounce of the dryer.

  His tongue delves deep and searches for mine. We suck and lick and plunge into one another’s mouths and bodies until we are one. Climbing the ladder of desire to meet our mounting climax. I hear my moan, our pants become quicker and his grip on my behind as he pounds into me, tightens. The spin on the dryer buzzes, uncontrollably, and just like getting off with a vibrator I feel myself exploding but with Sebastian inside me the sensation is amplified - my emotions are amplified.

  As he kisses me over and over I moan into his mouth. “I love… how you know my body so well.” I’m rewarded with his final plunge and as I sense him lose himself, in me and brush my hand over his inky hair - cradling him to me to inhale his masculine scent.

  We stay like that for a while, holding one another, with my legs wrapped around his waist and his cock still deep within me. I can’t help it. I have to say it again. The words are building within me, desperate to burst out and I know that now that I’ve spoken them aloud, the seal was broken and there was no going back. I’m putting myself out there and entirely vulnerable. I don’t care. I kiss the top of his head and give in to the temptation, desperate to burst free.

  “I love you Seb.”

  The spin cycle ends and all is still. I lift my head from his chest and we lock eyes and moving a strand of hair from my forehead, he kisses me passionately. In that moment I know he feels the same, I can sense it in his touch, even if he’s not come to that realisation himself yet.

  I ache, to hear the words fall from his sexy mouth. It’s almost painful. Sometimes unspoken words are more sincere - I remind myself in hope.

  After a quick shower and freshen up, I throw-on the dress, worn to tempt last night - bloody hell that had been an understatement! Thank goodness I carry around all my make-up essentials, including foundation, and in five minutes, I’ve added compact, blush, mascara and nude lips to my tired but happy face. I’m about to spray some of Seb’s D&G on my wrist, when there’s a knock at the door.

  “Come in!” I holler, whilst throwing my hair back and scrunching it, in an attempt to smooth the sexy bed hair frizz.

  “Well don’t you look all refreshed? Foundation please?” Abby dives for my make-up and shoves me off the seat.

  “I look like a dog and brought nothing with me - men have it soo easy!” She moans attacking her face with baby wipes.

  “You look gorgeous - very radiant.” I smile, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I take it all went well last night between you and Nathan.”

  “Didn’t you hear us?” She gigged uncontrollably. “I thought we were going to wake the neighbours.”

  “There isn’t any Hun. Well not for 200 yards or so.

  “Exactly!”

  We laugh together and I rummage under the bed for my shoes.

  “Fucking awesome - gorgeous man; gorgeous room - and that bed! It’s honestly better than any hotel bed I’ve ever stayed in - I had a hard time getting out of it this morning. The only reason we did was because Na and his hunter gatherer nose, could smell bacon.”

  “That was me I’m afraid. I awoke to an empty bed, found the man of the house downstairs having an irate phone call and decided to cook.”

  “Hmmm Nigella always works.” She turns and smiles at me. “Well providing there’s no baking soda in the recipe.” She laughs twitching her nose like an addict.

  “Are you two OK now, after last night? Did you sort everything out?”

  “Kind of; sort of. I told him I loved him.”

  “Shut the fuck up – OMG! What did he say?”

  “Nothing?”

  “You’re kidding me.”

  “Stop frowning Abs he couldn’t say anything - He was sound asleep!”

  “Oh Lu.”

  “I know. I wanted to say it so badly. It was the right time, you know, it felt perfect; like he felt what I was feeling and then I just bottled it. By the time I’d plucked up the courage to just get it out, he was snoring.

  “I’m not far off myself Lu - Nathan is the real deal, so I know how you feel. The way he reacted last night, there is no way that that man doesn’t love you back.”

  “Well I’m not sure about that yet but he’s never tried to fuck me in the behind, so as far as I’m concerned, he’s a keeper!”

  We burst into uncontrollable giggles, before Abby calms down and adds. “Well… he hasn’t yet anyway!”

  “Seriously though, I think you’re right - if Seb could love anyone I’d like to think it could be me, but I also know how he is. Controlling, arrogant and he doesn’t do the long haul Abby - not in relationships anyway. I really hope I’ve not jumped out of the fire and into the bloody incinerator!”

  She stops mid lip-liner. “Look don’t worry - you two are at least dating now. Toni is out the way. You’re monogamous. There’s nothing standing in your way. Go downstairs, let’s have a cuppa and catch up with G & Suze before you have to leave to meet Finn. Sound good?”

  I smile at her through worried eyes. “That sounds like a great idea, Hun. Tea always makes us feel better.”

  Making our way downstairs, we bump into Gino, who informs us that poor Suzie will join us shortly, once the morning sickness has passed. I offer to go see to her but he shakes his head vehemently, adding that she had booted him out with strict orders not to allow anyone else in.

  Bless her. I’d give it a short while and check on her no matter what he said.

  I’m still not hungry, possibly due to the permanent dancing butterflies in my tummy, but someone has placed trays of hot croissants, pecan danish, muffins and a huge glass bowl consisting of all types of fresh fruit topped with muesli and greek yoghurt, and it all looked delicious. Coffees and teas are brewed as we land and handed to us, by Nathan as we curl up on the grey velvet sofas and I share a knowing look with Abby, whilst she theatrically sends up a prayer of thanks to the man or woman in the clouds, for sending her Nathan Silver; promptly dropping her closed palms as he turns to face her.

  “Tea for the ladies walking the walk of shame.” He grins at us saucily and pecks me on my check, then leans into Abby for a lingering soft morning kiss.

  “Wow. This all looks scrummy, and just what I fancied. Did you sort it all Mr. Silver?” she thanks him playfully.

  “I did.” Nodding like a proud child. “With the help of Seb. I’ve already downed a bacon butty and Seb said he’d eaten earlier and done laundry - find the latter bloody hard to believe?”

  I pra
ctically choke on my tea and smile inwardly. Boy did we do laundry.

  “If I’d known you were so domesticated Na, I’d have had you serving me grapes by the fire, wearing nothing but a loin cloth, ages ago.” Abby tempts him twisting a wavy lock of hair around her finger, not dissimilar to what she’s doing to him.

  “All in good time, my cheeky Abigail,” he plays back. “Get tucked in Chicks. Seb is on the phone… again. It hasn’t stopped since I’ve come down and I’m just going to get Gino a butty.”

  With that and a kiss to Abby’s forehead he’s off in the direction of the kitchen, leaving us to snuggle up and indulge.

  “Dreamy!” Abby throws her head back and sighs happily

  “What the man or the house?” I smirk taking a bit of my croissant, laden with apricot jam.

  “Both - but seriously this house is fabulous Lu isn’t it? Last night was a great party. I can definitely see you here, hosting more of the same. Lady Lu of Silver Birches.”

  I flick her opinions away with my free hand, and fidget in my ridiculously over-the-top dress, for a Sunday morning. I’m about to reply when I see Sebastian walking towards me. His face is serious, but it relaxes slightly as it drops to mine.

  “Feel better?”

  “Much. The shower was goood.”

  He watches me. His eyes entirely focused on mine, and leaning in, whispers his reply.

  “Next time I’ll join you Baby.” Taking a seat next to me, he crosses his foot up to rest upon his knee and rubs his head anxiously. He seemed very preoccupied.

  “Morning Abs. You look very pleased with yourself this morning. Have something to do with my little bro me thinks?” he winks at her slyly.

  Abby blushes. “That bloody charm oozes out of you two. Do you have it on tap? We had fun. Yes. Thanks for letting us stay over Seb. I had a great time.”