8. Alex

8

Alex

I've fucked up and I can't fix it. Why did I tell her that I loved her before she was ready? I knew it was too soon, but at that moment, I couldn't help myself. The way she treated the waitress at the restaurant was so sweet and just showed the kind of person she is. I already knew that giving back was important to her but seeing it up close like that was special.

Now it feels like there is something between us and I don't know if it's something we can just ignore for tonight or if I should keep telling her, so she knows I'm serious. I've never been in love before.

We pull up to my house and I see Rosie smile, which is a good sign. "I like your house, Alex."

"Thanks, I know it's out here a little bit, but I wanted to be close to work but not too close. This way I feel like I get away on the weekends. I have a place downtown too if I need to stay closer, but I like to come home if I can." I'm rambling and I can't stop. "Want to go inside and see everything?"

"I would love to," she says, blushing at the word love. "I mean, I, yes. I want to see your home."

"Wait for me to open your door." I walk around the car and open her door. Helping her out of the car, I pull her body against mine and kiss her. "Please, tell me I haven't messed this all up."

She looks into my eyes for what feels like forever, but is probably more like seconds and says, "You haven't messed up anything, Alex. I want to be here with you. If I didn't then I would have called someone to get me. I know I seem sweet and like I wouldn't hurt a fly, but I don't put up with jerks and I don't stay where I don't want to be," she kisses me quickly, "I've been in the music industry for over ten years. I'm good at reading people and I also don't suffer fools. I could cut you at your knees with a smile if I wanted to."

"Okay, that was a little scary and also super-hot."

She laughs and I feel a little better. Maybe this is okay. I believe her when she says she could hurt me with a smile if she wanted to. She has to be tougher than she seems to be in her industry. I just hope that I'm never on that side of her.

"Don't forget to grab our food. We didn't eat on the drive and I'm starving."

I was watching her walk to my front door and got so caught up in watching her hips sway that I almost missed what she said. That's when I noticed that she had our milkshakes in her hands. I open the back door and grab the bag of food.

"Got it, sweet girl."

I open the front door with the code, and we walk it. I'm thankful that the cleaner came that morning, so everything is spotless.

"It's much homier than I expected. I don't know why, but I thought it would be more man cave than a family home. I love the plum colors in here. It's just gorgeous."

I carry the food into the kitchen as she walks around exploring. I'm happy she likes my home, but if there is anything she doesn't like she can change it. I hope this will be her home soon.

I quickly reheat our food and put it on plates. "Do you want something other than your milkshake to drink?" I yell out, not exactly where she is now.

"Water would be great," she answers as she walks into the room.

"You sure you don't want a glass of wine or something?" I grab a beer out of the fridge for myself.

"Yeah, I don't really drink much. I've seen people go down some dark roads. I'll have champagne when celebrating and the occasional margarita with tacos, but for the most part, I just drink water."

"No soda?"

"Nope. I get super addicted and then when I have to stop on tour because of phlegm and gunk I get terrible headaches. I'm sure you want to hear about sexy stuff like phlegm and gunk."

I hand her a bottle of water. "I like learning everything about you that I can."

We sit at the counter in the kitchen eating our takeout dinner and trading stories about growing up and our hopes for the future. The more I learn about her, the more I fall in love with her.

When we finish eating, we move into the family room and sit on the couch side by side. Even with our bodies pressed up against each other she's too far away.

"Rosie?"

"Yes, Alex."

"I really want to take you to my bed," I say as I turn to face her on the couch, and with a smile I add, "I did promise you some things earlier."

"You did?" she pretends she had no idea what I'm talking about. "You might have to remind me what those things were."

"It might just be better if I show you."

Before she can respond I jump up and lift her up in a fireman carry so her juicy ass is right next to my face.

"I can walk!" She yells while being held upside down.

"Yes, but this is more fun."

I think I hear her ask, "For who?" but I'm not sure. I carry her out of the living room, turning off lights as we walk through the house. My bedroom is on the first floor in the back corner. I'm not sure if she looked in her when she went on her tour. She's not going to see the whole thing right now either.

We walk into the room, and I lay her on the bed as gently as I can. I take off her tennis shoes and socks. Then I crawl up her body. We are both still fully clothed if you don't count shoes and socks, but I can't wait to kiss her. She looks perfect there in the middle of my bed with her bright red hair falling out of her bun and those crystal blue eyes looking at me with so much warmth.

I lean down and kiss her. Our tongues wrestle for dominance and our bodies move against each other in a dance as old as time. I pull away from her addictive mouth and place small kisses along her chin and up to her ear, biting the earlobe gently, and then kissing back to her mouth.

She moves her body against my dick, the layers of clothes between us making it impossible to feel what she wants to feel.

"Tell me what you need, sweet girl."

"You, I need you," she cries. "I want to feel you."

"Sit up and help me get these clothes off you."

She does exactly that and soon she's naked from the waist up and undoing the buttons on her jeans. She looks over at me.

"Are you going to show me what you've got under that suit?"

I jump off the bed and undress at record speed. I'm joining her back on the bed as she finishes removing her jeans and panties.

Leaning back, my gaze roams up and down her body. "Damn, you are a work of art." She looks like one of those old paintings. Just the right amount of curves, hips I can hold onto, and breasts that more than fit in the palm of my hand.

I don't know where to start worshiping her. "I want to kiss and taste every inch of you. I want to make you scream my name. I want you to always come back to me no matter where you go. I'll always be waiting here for you."

She stares deep into my eyes. "I want that too, Alex. It's just…"

"I know, sweet girl. Let's start with the things we can do tonight."