What Alex Wants The Complete Duet (What Alex Wants #1-2)

by E. M. Gayle

  “Jesus, Harper.” He couldn’t get inside her fast enough.

  “Please, Alex. Fuck me now.”

  He growled. He might have to change her name to vixen instead of kitten. He climbed between her legs and came over her. “I hope you’re ready for this.”

  She grabbed his shoulders. “Yes, please,” she continued to beg.

  He covered her mouth with his and drank in her small pleas as his cock nudged at the heated entrance of her wet cunt. He kissed her harder as he pushed inside. Every muscle in his body went rigid at the tight clutch of her muscles sucking him in.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  “Ahhh. Alex.”

  If it felt half as good to her as it did to him, he knew exactly what she was going through. They’d gone a while without and he swore she felt tighter than before. He grasped a tiny shred of control and slowly pulsed forward, stretching her. As they’d done out in the hallway, her little nails dug deep into his skin.

  “Relax, kitten. Let me in.”

  “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Alex, I’m going to come again. It feels that good. Oh no I can’t stop it…”

  He smiled into her neck. “Go for it, kitten. As much as you can. Drown me.”

  He felt the tension snap when her body jerked and her muscles clamped along his shaft, pulling him deeper. She started to scream and he lost it completely. He pulled back and shoved forward, plowing his way deep inside. On another scream, her body jerked and he did it again. Over and over he stroked in and out of her. His body ignited from all the fiery sensations she lit inside him. Thank God she was on birth control and they’d both gotten tested. If he had to put on a condom and miss even an ounce of this pleasure he’d die from the memory of her silken walls. Never had anyone made him this insane.

  He pushed as deep as he could go and wished there was more. He wanted to be so fucking connected to her that she’d never again think about running away from him. He stared down at her and drank in the soft, half-hooded, unfocused look on her face. He could see her slipping into the zone that brought her immense pleasure when he used her thoroughly. She’d be ready to come for him again soon.

  Alex bent forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He worried it with his teeth gently first before he began biting down enough for her to feel the pinch of pain.

  “Oooohhhh,” she moaned.

  He bit harder and she screamed and clamped down on his cock. With the heat of a volcano wrapped around him, her muscles convulsing against his flesh and the pure look of pleasure on her face, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Gritting his teeth, he shifted forward and plunged and rotated until he’d engaged every erogenous zone he could find.

  “Come again, Harper. One more time, baby. You can do it.” He reached between them and squeezed her clit between two fingers while swirling from side to side.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh. My Gooooddddd. Aleeexxx!”

  Hell fucking yes. That’s what he wanted to hear. His cock jerked at the sweet sound of Harper screaming his name and he lost the last shards of his control, unleashing everything inside her. He growled his satisfaction at once again marking his submissive in the most primitive manner he could imagine. She was his. HIS.

  As they struggled to come down, he examined the marks he’d left on the outside of her body. Love bites at her neck, red marks around her nipples that would last a few days, and where his hands had held her arms and hips she’d likely develop bruises. They’d had more than one conversation in the past about how much she loved the way he got rough sometimes and left her marked up. She wore them like badges to be proud of and said they kept her mind on him when she most needed it.

  His belly clenched. Fuck she was so perfect and he’d almost let her slip out of his grasp by leaving her alone. Fresh need swept over him. What they’d done still wasn’t enough. He hadn’t come close to sating his hunger or eliminated the turmoil that had taunted him since the moment she’d told him she loved him.

  He reluctantly withdrew from her and climbed from the table. She stayed perfectly still with her legs still spread wide and her head tilted to the side. Her breath had calmed but wasn’t yet back to normal. If he were in his right mind he’d pick her up and carry her to the tub where he could bathe and care for her until she recovered. But her necklace still sat at the far edge of the table where the sight of it burned the memory of her removing it without his permission into his brain.

  She had to know that he’d never accept such behavior in this kind of relationship. He skirted the table and stopped next to her head. His fingers tangled in her hair and brushed it away from her face. Her eyes fluttered open and he recognized some of the exhaustion she had to be feeling.

  “Can you turn to the side, kitten?”

  He tugged her hair in the direction he wanted and she complied until she came face to face with her collar. She bit her lip and covered her mouth. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Don’t. Not yet.”

  She closed her mouth and nodded her head.

  “Scoot toward me, beautiful, and hang your head over the edge of the table.” Her eyes widened when she realized what he wanted. “That’s right. We’re not even close to done yet. Right now, I’m going to feel your mouth on my cock sucking me off.”

  A small whimper escaped her along with a sudden shiver down the length of her body.

  “Every single day we were apart I thought about putting my dick in every last one of your holes. Which I’m sure doesn’t shock you, does it?”

  “No, Sir.” She got into his requested position and opened her mouth, her tongue coming out to lick his broad head.

  His eyes rolled back in sheer delight at the first touch of her mouth. By all rights he should need some time to recover from his release, but his erection grew the more she bathed him, and the need to claim her in every way possible solidified in his mind.

  Fuck yes! Her lips sealed around his shaft and sucked strong. His question over whether he needed time to recover became a distant thought as he got hard enough to hammer nails.

  “Take me deeper, kitten. You can do it.”

  She stretched her neck and opened wider, allowing him to slide to the back of her throat. His cock jerked and a familiar tingle built in his groin. He groaned his pleasure with every lick and bite she treated him to.

  To distract him long enough to maintain control he reached forward and slid his fingers through the slick lips of her sex and dragged her own lubrication to the tiny rosebud of her ass. He pressed one finger past the tight ring awaiting him.

  She gasped around him, her eyes going wild.

  “That’s right, kitten. Your entire body is mine tonight. Every inch.” He’d do everything in his power to ensure her pleasure now and ease her soreness tomorrow, but God help him he was going to die if he didn’t have all of her right now.

  Chapter 14

  Alex

  It was damned late when Alex finally woke. Judging from the deep darkness surrounding him, it had to be well past midnight. At some point in their frenzy they’d both passed out. A glance at the bed next to him found Harper sound asleep. Her face slack as exhaustion finally gave her a peaceful sleep. Good. She’d tried to hide the dark circles under her eyes with makeup, but she should have known by now there was nothing she could hide from him.

  The ordeal she’d gone through had taken its toll. She was haunted and no amount of pampering her here was going to make a difference in that. Although some kind of a temporary or permanent separation, like she’d suggested, wasn’t the answer either.

  However, something did need to change. She was definitely right about that.

  He moved slowly from the bed, so as not to wake her. Her black hair fanned across his pillow and the almost white glow of her pale skin half tempted him to go back to bed so he could have her again. No matter how much time he spent with her, he always wanted more. The thought of her leaving him made his chest ache. From the first night he’d seen her at the private Glass Kat club in her adorable little caterin
g uniform she’d gotten under his skin. Knowing what he knew about her now, the fact that she’d accepted his Valentine invitation had been nothing short of a miracle.

  That night had been an incredible sexual experience for them both no doubt, but it was the tremor in her voice when she told him she needed to learn how to be a submissive that had cemented his desire to keep her.

  Alex stepped out on the balcony and looked over the city he loved, but also sometimes hated when it left him feeling lonely and adrift. Over the weeks he learned not only what made his kitten purr, he also got inside some of what she hid in her head. He should have delved more. Not knowing until now about her past relationship had somewhat crippled him from getting to know what she really needed or what drove her to him in the first place. Her fragmented family, however, that he understood.

  At first, their desires had been eerily close until over time his beautiful sub began to change. Their relationship drew her out and she began to flower much like the roses he sent her every week. It had been both a beautiful and scary development he loved watching. He’d known that attachments would form and eventually things would get to this point and he’d hoped he’d be ready when it happened.

  He hadn’t been. Instead of manning up and admitting his developing feelings, he’d frozen in fear and refused to deal with what was between them until he’d worked through some of his personal hang-ups about becoming permanently attached to his kitten. Namely how her life would change if she became more involved in his fucked-up life.

  He’d been a fool and she’d deserved more warning.

  Most of his life had been faked. Wealthy, but detached parents who passed him from one nanny to the next hadn’t resulted in a strong ability to make attachments to other people. So he’d relied on his wealth to get what he wanted, including the string of submissives who’d come before Harper. All of whom he kept far from his heart and his family.

  He’d worked very hard to keep his relationship with Harper away from the other part of his life. She was so much better than that—better than them.

  When his father had been alive and well, he’d been a force in business to reckon with, teaching Alex to be as ruthless as him. It wasn’t what he would have exactly termed a loving relationship, but they respected each other and that had meant something to him. Enough so that his eventual demise to cancer had devastated him.

  Before then though, he’d had plenty of time to see the real people who lived behind the façade. On the surface it had seemed that his family did the best they could, but nobody was ever particularly happy. Himself included. Sure they all had their little idiosyncrasies they took pleasure in, but real joy seemed to elude them.

  After his father’s death, Alex’s unease with life got worse, especially when his mother remarried. Although some of his unease seemed to change when Harper had walked into his life and given him…

  He didn’t know exactly.

  Strange things had happened inside him and he wanted nothing more than to protect that from his real world. So he compartmentalized for as long as he could, keeping his kitten his sacred secret.

  He’d believed it would work like that for a while longer. Until the night Harper went so deep the true depth of her feelings came sobbing out, scaring the hell out of him. She loved him with everything she had.

  Unlike him, she’d gone all in. A gift so special he was afraid to accept it. Because at one time or another he believed his mother had gifted his father with the same treasure. And their life together had little meaning beyond the child they created and the wealth they’d amassed.

  Although what his mother didn’t realize is that he had seen the truth every so often. Rarely actually. But the sad, dead look in her eyes when she thought no one saw had burned so deep into his psyche he was certain he’d never forget. Was that what he would do to Harper if he didn’t learn how to love her properly?

  He hated to admit it, but right now love felt like a weakness. And in his life weakness made bad things happen. Like Harper getting kidnapped.

  His father had shown no signs of weakness during his marriage and perhaps that came from a lack of love on his part. While his parents had remained married through all of the good and bad, it wasn’t until after his father’s death he realized how much of a toll their life together had taken on his mother.

  The fact that her reuniting with an old lover had made her happier than he ever remembered seeing, was the only reason he tolerated Ronin and his father, despite their mob connections. A connection that he fought quietly against every single chance he got. Now Ronin might be dead and he’d have to explain what happened.

  Depending on his mother’s ability to control her husband, this could pit them against each other more than ever before. Especially if he figured out Harper’s connection to Ronin. The old man was unstable these days. He was also on the verge of retirement with plans for Ronin to take complete control of their business. Although he used the term business lightly considering they barely registered above thugs in his mind. Killing for the mob. Maybe that took a lot of balls, but all he saw was the work it took not to have that life spill onto his more than it had to.

  He grabbed the railing and squeezed, his muscles flexing until they began to burn. He’d fucked this one up pretty good. Not telling Harper that he’d needed some time to clear some of the bullshit from his life and get through some nasty business dealings that had been hanging over his head for a while had been a colossal mistake. She also needed to hear the truth about his whole life and then she could make a fair decision.

  Fuck.

  He’d simply have to sit her down and make her listen. He almost laughed out loud. His feisty submissive had fought him hard last night and he imagined when she woke she’d be just as determined as the night before. He needed a plan.

  “Alex,” her hoarse whisper beckoned him back into the room.

  He sat down on the bed and pulled her into his arms. She wore her exhaustion like a cloak. Some of that came from sex, but definitely not all of it. It troubled him she’d worn herself down this much. He’d have to insist on a full medical checkup. See if his doctor missed something from the explosion.

  “I’m here, sweetheart. Let me get you some water.”

  She nodded and slid bonelessly back to the mattress. He brushed the hair from her face and watched her slide back into the deep sleep she’d barely come out of. Reluctantly, he left his bedroom and headed in the direction of the kitchen. He reached for the light switch and swiped across something on the small hallway table. It landed on the floor with a thud and unseen items scattered across the floor. He turned on the light and saw he’d knocked over Harper’s purse.

  He bent over and swept the loose items back into her bag and placed it back on the desk. He’d dislodged some paper that he shoved back into the side pocket.

  Wait a minute. He recognized that envelope.

  He pulled the item back out and opened the familiar airline ticket flap. Harper’s name was printed on the ticket as was her flight destination of Miami, Florida. What the hell? He opened it farther, searching for more details when he hit the jackpot. Her itinerary had been stapled inside the back of the ticket envelope. She had been scheduled to fly to Miami the day after she’d been kidnapped where a car was set to pick her up and take her to the Tranquility Bay resort in the Florida Keys.

  First, she’d taken off her collar and now this?

  Dumbfounded, Alex continued to stare at the paper until his vision blurred and the frustration building inside him boiled over. He shoved the damning paperwork back into Harper’s purse. Not only had she planned to break up with him that night but she’d also cemented the deal with a scheduled island vacation for one.

  It took every ounce of his willpower not to storm into the bedroom, wake up his misbehaving submissive and paddle her ass bright fucking red. He’d warned her weeks ago about this kind of shit. He’d definitely made a grave miscalculation by leaving her practically unattended when he went to Italy,
but she’d damn sure made things worse by refusing to talk to him when something made her unhappy.

  Alex winced at the thought. Harper unhappy made him sick to his stomach. Things between them were definitely still out of hand. He needed a plan and his mind was already working one out. First, he needed to make some calls and then he’d take care of Harper. Before she could walk out on him again they were going to spend some time hashing this out. Then if she still wanted to leave he’d have no choice but to let her go.

  He stepped into his office and closed the door to ensure his work didn’t wake her. He grabbed the phone and dialed downstairs.

  “Charlie,” he spoke before the man got in a word edgewise. “I need to go to the airport in thirty minutes.”

  “Of course, sir. I’ll contact Gerard for car service right now. Anything else?”

  Alex ran through the mental list he’d been making since he’d decided on a plan. “No. I’ve got everything else I need.”

  He disconnected and punched in the next number. Twenty minutes later all the arrangements had been made and he had nothing left to do except grab his personal items and one perfect, albeit stubborn as hell woman.

  Alex walked back into the master bedroom and shook his head at the sight in front of him. Harper had managed to roll the silk comforter around her like a moth making a cocoon. Well, fine. That felt apropos. It was time to show her how to become the butterfly she was born to be and it would not be without him.

  With the barest of necessities packed, Alex scooped her from the bed and headed for the front door. Charlie would follow behind with the sparse luggage he’d thrown together for their impromptu trip. Everything else would be waiting when they arrived at their destination.

  Harper barely stirred in his arms all the way to the lobby. It took little effort to ease her into the back seat and settle her on his lap. He loved the hell out of the way she felt in his arms. All soft curves and sweet smells.