by T Gephart
“I guess that’s part of the benefit of having a key.” Alex held the shiny chrome key aloft in his fingers. He had kept it on the cheesy New York skyline keyring I’d purchased from a street vendor. We had done the whole key exchange two weeks ago so the unannounced visits were still a little new to me.
He looked amazing in a pair of Calvin Klein charcoal dress pants and a steely blue shirt, which hugged his body lovingly. His hair slicked back in its usual fashion, light stubble playing on his strong jaw.
“Mmmmmm,” I hummed as he pushed my hair off my shoulders and continued to kiss my neck. “I like this benefit.” I looked into his clear blue eyes as he glanced down at my dress.
“This is new,” Alex observed. “I like it. It’s different from your usual pace, but you pull off the New York Socialite look impeccably.” His long fingers traced the ruffled neckline.
“I can pull off a lot of things…” A wicked grin teased my lips as I raised my eyebrow.
“Indeed you can. Lexi...” he breathed in my ear, pressing my body up against the bathroom wall. His hand moved around to my lower back before dropping to my ass where he gently squeezed.
“Yeeeesss…” I purred as my hands travelled up his toned chest, tracing the definition of his muscles through the smooth fabric of his shirt.
He hitched up my leg so that it sat on his hip, the soft flowing fabric of my wraparound dress parted in the middle and displayed my white lace and mesh “barely there” panties underneath.
“God... you are killing me here,” he growled, eyeballing me hungrily while biting his lip.
“Now, Now Alex. We have places to be. We wouldn’t want to keep our friends… waiting.” I chided, only half-heartedly pulling away from him.
“Ughhhhhh! KILLING ME!” he repeated loudly, “Who’s fucking idea was this anyway?” Alex grumbled, his eyes still flaming with lust.
“You know it was mine, asshole,” I grinned. “You’ll survive a few hours, I promise it will be worth the wait.” My fingers grazed the length of his chin, his light stubble prickling my fingertips. Mmmmmmm I loved it when he didn’t shave. I loved the way it pinched my skin, sending little waves of pleasure through me.
As if reading my mind, Alex lowered his head, his mouth twisted into a half smile.
“Who you trying to convince? Me or you?”
I shook my head as I dropped my hand from his strong jaw. “Clearly we are as bad as each other. Let’s go, I think the longer we stand here the less chance we have for actually walking out the door.”
“Ok but let the record show that I am doing so under duress. The whole evening I’m going to be thinking about what is underneath that dress and struggling with a permanent hard on.” Alex teased, smacking my ass as I turned to head out of the bathroom.
I rolled my eyes as I walked into the kitchen and scooped up the cupcakes, safely housed in their stylish noodle boxes and loaded them into a large, cardboard box.
“Wow, these look great. You made these?” Alex picked up a noodle box and stared through the clear plastic panels at the artfully whipped icing.
“Sure did. Taylah helped, the boxes are all her- I did the cakes.” I beamed as I watched Alex carefully picked up the cardboard box to carry out to the car.
“You never cease to amaze me.” Alex whispered as he kissed the top of my head.
“Well at least then I don’t have to worry about you being bored!” I whispered back.
“Not a chance,” Alex affirmed as he strode purposely through the door. I grabbed my handbag and Hannah’s present as I followed close behind.
We walked silently to the elevator, Alex’s eyes were clouded. He kept them cast down, pensively inspecting the delicate contents of the box he carried.
I wasn’t sure what the big deal was, they were just cupcakes and I’d made them from a packet (not that I would be broadcasting that fact) but it seemed that the small gesture really affected Alex. I wanted to press him further on this but all too soon the loud DING of the elevator alerted us that we had arrived in the basement garage.
His beautiful silver Maserati came into view as we rounded the corner of the parking garage. It looked like it had been freshly washed and polished as it shone from every angle under the bright glow of the halogen lights. Mmmmmmm that car got me every time. It was the perfect car for him - sleek, sexy and powerful. I smiled as we approached it, the gleam of the shiny chrome accentuating its elegant curves.
“You really have a thing for this car, don’t you?” smiled Alex as he pressed the remote, flicking the central locking open.
“Mmmmmmm it turns me on,” I chuckled as I moistened my lips with the tip of my tongue.
Alex gently placed the box on the hood of the Maserati before turning to me, his eyes clouded with lust.
“You really are trying to kill me tonight. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just take you right here on the hood of this car?”
I ran my hands over his strong arms, his muscles tensing under my touch.
“Not now. Later I’ll let you take me any way you want.” I panted, not entirely convinced that letting him have his way right now wasn’t a good idea.
I felt him twitch beneath my hands, he closed his eyes and let a out long slow breath. He repeated with another slow, deliberate breath before opening his eyes and moving to the side of the car and opening my door for me.
As I moved to the door, the flowing fabric of my dress blew feebly in the slight breeze of the garage. I paused to look at him, his beautiful angular jaw tensed as I sank into to the low seat of his car, the skirt of my dress blowing open to reveal almost my entire bare thigh.
A low groan emanated from his throat as he watched me fasten the complex five piece harness before I placed my handbag and beautifully wrapped box on the pristine carpeted floor in front of me. Alex handed me the cupcake laden box for me to place on my knee before he fastidiously closed the door and walked to the driver’s side of the car and slid into his own seat.
The roar of the engine sent tiny vibrations through the seats and into my core as he fastened his own harness and turned on the lights.
I wrapped my hands around the box in my lap, trying to keep my breathing level as his intoxicating scent filled the interior. Mmmmmmm my eyes slowly closed shut as I took it in, he was in every sense of the word... breathtaking.
“Drive fast,” I moaned as I felt the heat in my body rise.
I wanted him, I knew that in the coming weeks we would be on tight time schedules, in and out of hotels and flying between different cities and countries. While we would be together, our free time would be limited and limits were not something that either of us were able to apply to each other.
Alex pulled out into the busy Manhattan traffic. The power of the Maserati protested under the congestion of the city streets. We navigated through the busy traffic, the sights and sounds of the bustling city were slowly left behind in our rear version mirror.
All too soon we were traveling up the familiar long, drive way. James and Hannah’s stunning French Provincial mansion was tucked away behind the masses of large tress that lined the driveway. The light grey brick had been beautifully lit with exterior lighting and the long rectangular windows shimmered in the glow of the moon.
Alex parked the Maserati, turning to me before shutting off the ignition.
“Fast enough for you?”
A slow smile crossed over my lips as I leaned close to him, “If I stay any longer in this car, I’m going to have to blow you.” I breathed in his ear.
“FUCK,” he hissed through his clenched teeth as he quickly released himself from his harness. His lips came down on mine hard, his need evident in his desperation to touch me.
“Lexi, do you have any idea what you do to me?” He moaned as his hands expertly unfastened my harness.
“I only know what you do to me, Alex. You ignite me.” I returned his fevered kisses with my own, my hands exploring his body.
There was a loud rapping at the wi
ndow,
“Can you put the window down so I can You Tube this shit? It’s pretty hot and I hear the going rate on the two of you making out is fairly high,” smirked Troy who while we had been distracted had pulled up behind us.
I flipped him off before opening my door. Alex’s grin smouldered on his lips.
“Here help me with this box, Ass!” I pushed the box in his hands as I grabbed my handbag and picked up the gift off the floor.
Alex had already exited the car and had walked around to my door where he took my hand to help me out.
“We wouldn’t want to be giving Troy any crotch shots,” winked Alex.
“Dude, you are NO FUN at all!” Troy playfully slapped Alex across the shoulder while he balanced the Cupcake box with the other hand.
“Such a shame, I’m wearing such nice panties too,” I smiled as I adjusted the front of my dress.
“Love ya Lex,” laughed Troy and he gave me a kiss on the check.
I loved how easy my friendship was with the boys in the band. We were one big family. It was like I had always been a part of their lives, they were so accepting - nothing like my own family.
Alex moved in beside me and put his arm around my waist. “Ready?”
“Sure am, I want to make sure everything is perfect before everyone gets here.”
The large wooden door flew open before we had a chance to ring the bell, Hannah looked stunning in a beautiful slate grey maternity dress. It was cut just below the bust and the skirt flowed to just above the knee. Her hair had been styled elegantly and her face was beaming.
“LEXI!” Hannah screamed as I entered the hallway. “This is too much! The decorations, the food, the bartender, the wait staff! This is crazy!”
I shook my head, “Well we all know I’m crazy so there are no surprises there, however this is just enough. You are forgetting that before I was a dedicated publicist to these guys I used to also plan events.”
We walked into the main dinning area and it had been transformed. Tables were covered with beautiful linens and the small round glass vases placed as centrepieces were filled with delicate pink and blue flowers. The chairs that had been added around the room were covered in white covers, finished with blue or pink organza bows. Pushed up against the wall was a large banquet table, toped with large silver platters of food, both savoury and sweet.
The bartender had set up near the double glass and timber french doors. He was already pouring virgin margaritas and daiquiris into tall crystal glasses.
It was classy and elegant, exactly what I had envisaged.
A small redheaded woman approached me. “Ms Reed?”
“Yes, call me Lexi. Danielle?” I queried.
Danielle was the event planner I’d hired. She had come highly recommended by Taylah but I was told she did have a tendency to go overboard and she had trouble keeping to a budget. I wondered why, when with loaded this information that I had hired her, but as Taylah had put it, “She’ll give you what you want, when you want it and she has this town wired for anything! If you want an Elephant in your backyard she will not only deliver it but make sure all the dung is cleaned up after.”
I decided to take a gamble but gave her very strict guidelines.
She smiled as she nodded. “How did we do?”
“It’s perfect, exactly how I saw it in my head. You did a fantastic job” I was relieved my brief had been followed to the letter.
“Well there wasn’t a lot of room for interpretation,” Danielle laughed, “I’m not used to my clients being so specific, even down to what bows you wanted on the chairs. I basically just sourced all the materials and set it up.”
“Don’t take it personally, Lexi is a control freak.” Alex came up behind me, carefully taking the gift from my hands.
“Ummmm He- Hello Mr Stone,” Danielle bumbled, her head tilted back in a familiar fashion and a slight blush heating her checks.
Yes, take a good look. My boyfriend is ridiculously good looking. He seemed to have a similar affect on all women. They found him irresistible, his magnetic charm only adding to his appeal.
I breathed deeply as I watched her twirl her hair around her finger in a nervous tell. Giggling like a school girl when he extended his hand in greeting.
“Please call me Alex.”
“Hello Alex,” Danielle smouldered sultrily.
Oh Lord! Was no one immune? I didn’t blame her though, while I had held my shit together a lot better than she was, he had me off kilter from the moment I laid eyes on him. Truth be told, even now he had me constantly breathless.
“Well thanks again Danielle.” I broke her from her dreamy gaze, her eyes fixed on Alex’s ass as he walked to the gift table and placed the box while casually chatting to Troy.
“My pleasure, if there is anything I can do for you please let me know.” Danielle’s eyes darted from me back to Alex who was joking amicably with Troy.
Really? I rolled my eyes as she stood silently absorbing him. Well I’m fairly sure the list of things she could quite possible do for me did not include the man that I love but I gave her props for trying. At least she wasn’t as blatant as some of his fans.
“Lexi!” James strolled over to me and engulfed me in his usual hug.
He was freshly showered and dressed in a pair of black pants and matching black shirt. He look amazing, his mess of hair styled to perfection.
“Hey James.” I hugged him back.
“This is amazing,” he gestured to the room. “You have truly outdone yourself, you never cease to amaze me.”
“In the short time you’ve known me James, have you ever seen me half-ass anything?” I laughed.
“True. One in a million.” James smiled.
Hannah had finished “oohing” and “ahhing” over the cupcakes and had moved into the kitchen to take a call. She looked deliriously happy.
My eyes floated to the far side of the room where Danielle had now moved to and was offering Alex and Troy a drink, flirting discreetly with both of them.
“Just so you know, I have never seen Alex as in love with anyone as he is with you and I have known Alex since 8th grade. He’s had girlfriends but not the way he is with you.” James’ tone became more serious as he locked his gaze on me.
“It’s fine James, I’m fine,” I reassured him.
“Good, ‘cause you are part of this family now. I hope you know that.” James gave me his megawatt grin before encasing me in another quick hug.
“Everything ok here?” Alex asked curiously as leaned up against my back, threading his arms around my waist.
“Yep, just was telling Lexi what an outstanding job she did. Both Han and I are overwhelmed.” James explained.
Alex nodded in agreement, his eyes lit up as a cheeky grin spread across his lips. “How did we ever manage before Lexi?”
“I know sarcasm when I hear it, Stone.” I feigned annoyance as I shifted in his arms.
I felt Alex’s grip tighten around my waist as James gave him a pointed look.
“Play nice you two! Guests will be here soon, we don’t need a floor show.”
Alex brushed my hair to the side as he kissed my neck. “I’m just teasing.”
“Oh so that’s the game we are playing?” I looked back at him, unable to suppress my amusement.
“Ok, well on that note I’m going to check on Hannah.” James shook his head as he walked away from us.
“Your move, Ms Reed.” Alex whispered, looking fairly pleased with himself.
“Give me a minute,” I held my finger up before I walked out the door and down the hallway.
I found the bathroom and pushed open the door. I bit my lip as I closed the door firmly and swiftly removed my barely there mesh and lace panties. I scrunched them tightly into my palm before reopening the door and walking back to re-join Alex.
Alex raised an eyebrow as I sauntered over.
“Your hand, Mr. Stone.”
He furrowed his brow, perplexed yet still amused a
s he held out his right hand.
I placed the delicate fabric into his hand before curling his fingers around it. His eyes opened wide in recognition of the fact he was now holding my panties in his hand. His mouth was agape as I leaned in and declared: “Check Mate.”
Chapter 6 – Getting Some Air
A steady stream of guests arrived, each baring various sized and shaped boxes. Hannah was surrounded by family and friends who were showering her with affection and attention.
Alex had concealed my panties in his pocket just as Andrea and Paul, James’ parents had entered the room.
“Alexander, you look pale.” Andrea fussed as she touched Alex’s forehead.
“I just need some air, Mrs B.” Alex excused himself, shaking Paul’s hand before he stalked over to the bar where I had positioned myself.
I sipped my drink purposefully, unable to hide my wicked smirk.
“What were you trying to accomplish with that little stunt you just pulled?” Alex’s breath was laboured as he leaned across the bar to me, “because right now, my need for you has superseded my desire to be polite.”
“Oh really? And what do you propose we do? Sneak off into the bushes or perhaps you’d prefer the bathroom down the hall?” I smiled as I lowered the glass from my lips.
“Follow me,” Alex hissed as he lead me out the french doors and into the courtyard which had been illuminated with fairy lights. His hand tightly grasped my wrist as he pulled me further down the paved path to where a large swimming pool was situated.
“Alex, seriously....” I hesitated.
Alex stopped when we got to the small pool house at the far end of the pool. We could still hear the low sound of chatter and music from the main house. He opened the door and led me inside, closing the door behind us.
The pool house hadn’t been used in a while but was still immaculate. I imagined that Hannah and James used this as guest house as it had all the comforts of a small cottage. The moonlight flooded the room through the large square windows and as my eyes adjusted I was able to see a small, quaint kitchen with a small breakfast bar to the right and a modest sized living area to the left.
