Page 5 of Ghosted in Arkadia
Alexander is a pilot, which makes for exciting dates as he tells me about the far-off places he’s visited. The downside is his demanding schedule. When he calls, it’s because he’s in town. Something that only happens when the flight schedule allows.
“We could stay in and watch a movie?” Alexander’s eyes move in a way that suggests he meansmyhouse.
“Nope,” I say simply. “We don’t get much time together. I can handle being a little tired.”
Alexander will have to fly out soon, anyway. This is my only chance for sex for a while.
I step fully onto the small porch, shutting the door and locking it behind me. My cruiser sits in the driveway, and Alexander’s silver city rental is behind it. It’s the latest model, self-driving, and electric. All the cars are electric, except for police cruisers.
That way, a grid failure won’t keep us from protecting and serving the rest of society.
I just like the way the Hellcat purrs beneath my feet. And I can make it roar with the press of the pedal. It was one reason I became a police officer.
We get all the cool toys.
Alexander leads me to his sleek, modern car and presses a button to open my door. As soon as I climb in, he presses the button again to shut me inside. The interior looks like an airplane, and I figure that is what Alexander loves most about it.
He drives into the city, staying in the parts unofficially dedicated to the mateless. We stick with our own, and the mated do the same. He brings us to a familiar club, executing the night according to the script. If he had picked me up earlier, we would have gone to dinner and the movies. Followed by a romp in his hotel room.
Perfectly predictable.
Tonight is a club adventure, and I allow Alexander to lead me inside the dark room, pulsing with neon. The thick air settles onto my skin like a blanket, holding me like my parents should have. It makes me feel safe, and the pounding of the bass instructs my heart on how to do its job.
I take a seat at one of the high-top tables and Alexander gives me a knowing look. “The usual?”
I nod and smile, and he returns with a vodka cranberry like I want.
Cathy can call it settling, and maybe I am. But I love that I don’t need to tell Alexander what I want to drink or how I want to be fucked. It had taken him a few tries before he had gotten either right, and I’m not in a hurry to train someone else.
When I said rough, I meant rough. It was the only way I could feel anymore.
Alexander tells me about the latest drama with his work and the destinations he has flown to in the past two weeks. There isn’t much for me to tell him, considering there aren’t any new leads on the last homicide.
I sip on my drink while we talk, relaxing with each minute. Alexander knows when to ask me to dance, and I eagerly pull him into the middle of the floor. The crowd consists of onlythe mateless, and we pack in tightly. Alexander’s chest presses against mine, and his arms wrap around my waist as we move in time to the music. Another body pushes against my back, making me ass-to-ass with the stranger.
I melt into Alexander’s embrace, allowing the music and surrounding bodies to guide my movements. It feels incredible to be touched.
Alexander’s hands wander, sliding over my body purposefully, intimately. I press against him and notice the hardening bulge of his cock. I’ve awakened the beast, another critical point in favor of keeping Alexander around.
He just needs to learn how to mix things up a little more.
I reach up, grab his ink-black hair, and crush our lips together. His tongue is hot as it caresses mine, but he knows how to make my toes curl with a few nimble twists. I melt into him, clinging on with desperation.
It would be enough if this is all I had for the rest of my life.
I rip away, breathless and buzzing. Looking up at Alexander, I see hunger in his eyes. He doesn’t resist when I cup his dick through his pants or grab his hand to pull him through the throng of writhing patrons.
I lead us to the bathroom, pushing the door open and checking to ensure it’s empty. Alexander comes to stand inside the room, confused. Realization dawns on him a moment later as his cock catches up to my line of thinking. I turn the lock on the door with a decisive twist and then lead him, by the shoulders, to the sink. As soon as he is in place, I drop to my knees and start for his zipper.
His massive cock is rock hard, the veins pulsing as I pull it free. The skin is velvet soft, and I lean in with my tongue, running it up the underside of his shaft to the tip. I circle the head a few times before sucking it into my mouth.
“Fuck, Kira. I’ve missed you,” Alexander hisses, his hand grabbing the back of my head.
Prickles run through me, a warm current racing between my thighs. Pressure builds, and I squeeze my thighs together, my knees grinding into the sticky tile.
Alexander pulls me closer, shoving more of his length into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat with a groan.
“Such a good fucking girl.”
