Page 6 of Wonderland

“Your cock! NOW! Please! Please!”

Hovering over me, he placed the tip of his cock near my entrance, teasing me. “You want this?” I lifted my hips, trying to make him slide into me. He cautioned me with his eyes. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’ll make you wait longer.”

“Please,” I pleaded. “I need you! I want you to make me cum, Alex. I want you to fuck me!” Something in my eyes must have worked. With one deep thrust, he was inside me.

“Fuck, every fucking time! Your pussy feels so fucking good.” Alex stilled in me for a moment, closing his eyes as he tried to regain some kind of control. “You want me to fuck you?” When I nodded frantically, he pulled out and thrust back inside me hard. “Like that?”

“Fuck! Yes, just like that!” I hooked my legs around his waist and waited for the onslaught. I didn’t have to wait for long; it began seconds later. Alex started to fuck me hard and fast. He grabbed my waist and lifted my back off the bed, which allowed him to thrust deeper.

“Fuck, it’s like I can’t get deep enough,” he snarled, wrapping one hand around my throat but not using any pressure. It helped to keep me in position. Alex was almost balls deep inside my sex now. “Fuck, baby! I can feel you clench around my cock. Are you fucking close?” Alex closed his eyes when I nodded. “Wait for me. Don’t fall yet.” It was difficult; the sparks were already starting to ignite throughout my body. I tried to hold them back, but Alex’s cock sliding roughly in and out of me felt too fucking good. With a loud cry, I let go, digging my nails into his back as my climax took over my senses. My release seemed to last forever. With Alex holding back my orgasm, it intensified every sensation. Alex came moments after me, then collapsed on my chest.

“Fuck! That was worth the wait,” I panted, running my hand through his sweat covered hair.

“You are a fucking goddess,” Alex muttered against my chest before licking my nipples one at a time. “I believe I owe you a few more orgasms, though.” He had a wicked gleam in his eye. How did he still have energy for more? This man and his sex drive might be the death of me! Oh, who am I kidding? My sex drive for him was just as bad. I gave in willingly. Who needs sleep anyway? We could sleep in the morning.

Chapter Three

I had no idea what time Alex and I eventually fell asleep, but it definitely wasn’t until the early hours of the morning. I stretched as I woke up, my body still humming with satisfaction.

When I finally opened my eyes, Alex lay on his side, watching me. “Good Morning, beautiful,” he beamed, kissing my lips. “I’ve got to leave for my meeting with Kingsley soon.” Wow! Was it that time already? “Milly called. She’s taking you for coffee and shopping in an hour. Ben will escort you.”

“No, you should take Ben. I don’t mind one of the other security guys coming with me.” I yawned, trying to look at the time.

“No, Ben will go with you. I’ve got a meeting with Oliver at Kirkham Industries after going downtown to the recording studio. I can’t see Oliver allowing paparazzi anywhere near that place. You know how private he is.”

“Okay, but be careful. Watch out for groupies,” I giggled as he rolled on top of me. “You know they turn up everywhere!”

“Mmm…you’re right,” he purred against my lips. “There was one in my bed last night.” His lips travelled down my body until he stopped at my Steel Roses tattoo on my hip. “No, wait! She’s still here!” When he tried to open my legs wider, I slapped his back playfully and chuckled.

“You’re going to be late!” His mouth was making its way to my inner thigh. “Alex!”

Huffing, he moved back up my body. “Cody is meeting us for dinner tonight.”

“Damn it! I didn’t bring my band shirt.” Alex rolled his eyes at me, pecking my lips once last time.

“Ask Milly if she wants to join us when you see her later. I should be back around five.”

“Okay. Tell Oliver I said ‘hello,’ and Jade, too, if she’s there.” They seemed to be enjoying married life. Jade gave birth to their first child a few months ago: a beautiful baby girl. It made me wonder about Alex. Did he want kids? It wasn’t something we had really spoken about, so I had no idea where he stood on the issue.

“Where has your mind gone?” Alex mused, slipping into his jacket. He was watching me intently. “You’ve got that distant look in your eyes.”

“Do you want children?” Alex’s eyes widened. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t. I’ve just realised we’ve never spoken about it.”

“Do you want children?” His eyes were soft as he spoke, searching my face.

“I haven’t really thought about it, but we are getting married. Isn’t that the next step?”

“It is for normal people, but we’re not exactly normal, are we?”

“You don’t want children then?” I honestly couldn't read him right now.

“Nat, this isn’t an easy subject for me. Can we talk about this later? It’s not a no, I simply want to give this conversation the time it deserves, okay?” He came back over to the bed when I nodded my head. “You really do pick your moments for a deep conversation.” He chuckled, kissing my forehead before he left.

Family in general wasn’t an easy subject for Alex. Even after these last few years, he had yet to give me a true account of his childhood. In the beginning, I had believed that his parents were alive, but after learning that his biological mother died of cancer when Alex was ten, I’d begun to piece some of my suspicions together. His father had moved to America after his mother died. Alex had mentioned numerous times that his father had been an alcoholic, like him, so I suspected Alex had been left in the care of an Uncle or Aunt on his father’s side. If it had been anyone on his mother’s side, my guess was that he would have stayed in the UK. There was so much about my damaged rock star that I had yet to uncover. He was a complex man that needed to be stripped layer by layer, very delicately. I couldn’t afford for his past to make his demons resurface. Dealing with an addiction that had once helped block all those broken pieces of him, meant that if he went down that rabbit hole, his need for alcohol and drugs might recur. I couldn’t allow that; he'd only been clean for six months. The fight was still there in his eyes some days, and I knew how much of a battle it was.

Maybe bringing up children hadn’t been the best idea, but now that it was out there, I wanted to hear what Alex had to say. I loved him; at some point in our lives, I wanted to give him a child. Our child: a creation of our love, made from the best of both of us. What better gift could I give him? Whatever Alex thought of himself, I knew him better. He would be an amazing father. The love he felt for me would only be amplified on a child. There was no doubt in my mind about that. I had all the time in the world to make him see it, too.

Milly walked into the suite while I was still getting ready. “Well, Alex is a lucky bastard,” she commented, watching me slip into my black heels. I was dressing a lot sexier these days, a far cry from the professional attire I had always worn. I was marrying Alex Harbour, after all. Looking good at his side was important. I was in a fitted pair of light jeans, a black lace top, and my jacket. Having Diego, fashion expert extraordinaire, at my fingertips was a huge help. He’d re-designed my entire wardrobe, pairing things together for me that I never would have thought of. “You have no right looking this hot so early.” Embracing me in a tight hug, she winked at me.

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