“I could,” he hissed. “It feels... perfect. You feel perfect.”
I hummed with pleasure.
I continued to play with my clit, and after a minute or two Alec couldn't keep to his slow and steady thrusts and began to pump into my body harder and faster. I was surprised with the pleasure it brought me.
“Yes,” I groaned.
Alec slid his hands to my arse cheeks and squeezed them. “I wish you could see this.”
I imagined watching his cock sliding in and out of me, and the erotic image only fuelled my pleasure as I worked my fingers faster against my pulsing clit.
“Keela,” Alec gasped.
I knew that gasp... he was close.
“Now!” He shouted. “Make yourself come!”
I pushed back harder against him and worked my fingers faster. Six pumps later and my mind went blank as waves of pleasure spread from my clit, to my arse and back again.
“Yes!” I screamed and rode out the sensations.
I think Alec called out my name as his fast movements slowed to short jerky thrusts of his pelvis.
My upper body was flat against my mattress, and once Alec stopped grinding into me, my lower body joined my upper half flat on the bed a second before Alec collapsed on top of me. He semi slid off my body leaving his legs hanging off the end of the bed, while his upper body was sprawled out across my back.
“Was... that... good... for you?” Alec asked, breathing rapidly against my spine.
I was trapped under him and couldn't move even if I wanted to.
I was spent.
I grunted in response.
“What does... that mean?” Alec asked, still regaining his breath as he nuzzled his face against my skin.
He was exhausted, yet I could hear the worry in his voice.
I smiled into my mattress. “It means when you get your breath back, can we do that again?”
Alec was silent for a moment then he laughed, hard.
He kissed my lower back. “God, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I murmured. “I'm serious though, I wanna do that again.”
Alec vibrated with laughter. “Give me a minute.”
“Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven—”
Alec's glorious laughter cut me off causing my insides to beam with happiness. I closed my eyes then and prayed that I would wake up feeling as happy. I prayed my dreaded nightmare would be kept at bay.
I was asleep until I felt a poke on my behind rousing me from my peaceful slumber.
“Kitten?” a voice whispered.
I didn't know if I was dreaming or not so I remained still and murmured, “Hmmm?”
I felt a harder nudge on my backside and my body tensed up.
Definitely not dreaming.
Oh, no, not right now.
“Go into the bathroom and get yourself off,” I said then stretched my body out, lightly tensing when soreness gripped my behind.
Alec halted touching me as he said, “What?”
I groaned, “We just had sex—me vagina, and arse, are closed until further notice. Feck off.”
Alec chuckled, “We had sex seven hours ago, but that's not why I'm waking you up.”
Seven hours ago?
It felt like I was asleep for less than a minute.
“What are you wakin' me up for if not for sex?” I asked, pestered.
A suspicion niggled at the back of my mind that he was up to something.
I felt Alec get out of bed, but I didn't move or open my eyes.
He cleared his throat. “It's moving day, I'm going to go and get the moving truck in an hour with Kane.”
Brilliant.
“You go and do that.”
Silence.
“Keela?”
I pressed myself down into my mattress and whimpered.
“I thought you were leavin'?”
Alec exhaled loudly. “You have to get up and start boxing up the things you want to keep and things you want to trash... I told you we should have started packing over the weekend instead of leaving it until today.”
Sorry, Mother.
I inwardly rolled my eyes.
“We live in a shoebox, how many things can we possibly have?” I asked without moving or opening my eyes.
I mentally winced once the question passed my lips.
Alec snorted. “You're the Queen of hoarding so trust me, we have a lot of crap.”
I didn't like to throw things out that could be of future use, so sue me!
I knew I had to get up and get a move on, but I didn't move from the bed and it must have annoyed Alec.
“Get up or I'm pulling a Branna and pouring water all over you,” he threatened.
I didn't bother laughing or saying something enticing because he would do it—the evil bastard.
“I'm up, I'm up... you miserable sod,” I grumbled.
I opened my eyes and looked up to Alec when he walked around to my side of the bed. I smiled as he gazed down at me. I stood up and ran my hands up his bare arms until they slid up his shoulders and neck and were buried in his hair.
He was stunning.
He was mine.
“I can't believe you're goin' to cut your hair,” I said, frowning.
Alec leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “I know.”
I tugged on it. “Don't do it.”
Alec sighed, “I lost a bet, Keela. The terms were if I lost the bet then I had to get a buzz cut.”
I shivered. “Don't get a buzz cut... can you not just get a tiny trim?”
Alec smiled and shook his head.
I growled, “I hate your brother for makin' you do this.”
Alec laughed and leaned his face down to mine. “I'm not Dominic's biggest fan right now either, Kitten, but a deal is a deal.”
I grumbled, “Stupid fuckin' bets.”
I loathed bets, and for good reason too.
The last time I was involved in a bet my life exploded into a very bad Irish version of The Godfather.
Alec chuckled again, pecked my lips and hugged me to him. “I'll get a short buzz cut on the sides of my head then leave the hair long enough on top that you can still knot your fingers in it. It will meet the terms of the bet since Dominic never said I had to get a full buzz cut, he said just a buzz cut. I'll pick up the truck then get it done, okay?”
Nice.
I snickered, “It's not me you should be tryin' to accommodate. You know Aideen loves your hair, she does be delighted when you let her style and plait it. You're her very own human Ken doll.”
Alec smiled. “I let her do that just because she likes it and it keeps her quiet... besides, it will be long enough that she can still play around with it. I'll explain it to her.”
An explanation? Ha.
That wouldn't be good enough for Aideen Collins.
I harshly chewed on my inner cheek. “She may kill Nico for this.”
Alec grinned. “I'm fine with him getting roughed up a bit.”
“I didn't say he would get roughed up a bit, I said she may kill him.”
Alec snickered. “I'll talk about it with her.”
I nodded my head. “Good, because I'm sure as hell not settin' foot in that death trap.”
Alec raised his eyebrows. “You'd let me step foot in it though?”
Hell to the yes.
“Mate, when Aideen and her temper is involved in a situation, I'll throw you head first into any trap she sets. You best believe that.”
Alec stared at me with wide, shocked eyes then tackled me back on our bed. I screamed with laughter and playfully struggled when he pinned me beneath him. He leaned his face down to mine and I giggled when the ends of his hair tickled my face.
“I'm going to miss your hair,” I said for the umpteenth time since he told me last week that he had to cut his hair.
Alec lovingly kissed my nose. “It'll grow back.”