The Alpha’s Desire 3(9)

 

 

 

“No, but you do, and I watch you. Good hearing. Let’s go,” he said with a shake of his head, turning to wheel my stuff out the door with a sudden haste. “We’re late.”

 

 

 

I couldn’t help myself but to burst into fits of giggles on and off on the ride down in the elevator. The banter between us in those few minutes, in that close and private space, had put everything all back to right, especially with a few teasing caresses added into the mix. He’d at one point, supposedly for emphasis of his point, grabbed my ass and pulled me close to him. As he’d placed a forceful kiss on my lips, I’d nipped at his bottom one. That had earned me a swat, his hand coming back to grip my ass. His close, intimate proximity had left him open to kiss me again, to muffle my startled cry. Although, that left me to begin to yearn between my thighs for more, more of a press of his hard body, more of a joining of us together. This morning’s sexual endeavor would not hold me over to whenever we would get to be together in private again, obviously.

 

 

 

Vivian and Riker were already standing by an oversized SUV parked in front of the apartment building when we walked out the door. The bright sunlight blinded me, reflecting off of the clean, polished black paint as I attempted to turn toward their direction with my matching set of suitcases rolling along behind us. As I blinked away the spots dancing before my eyes, Riker looked at the mound and rolled his eyes at me, though he smiled and winked at Lex. Several years old, yet sadly never used, I smiled at the flowered taupe tapestry of the overnight and toiletry bags stacked neatly on top of the large suitcase, with matching dress bag draped over that.

 

 

 

All freshly dressed in sleek, black dress pants and matching cream sweater, the nicest thing I owned, with my cheeks still pink from our morning activities, the image the glass door in the sunlight flashed back at me made me look like an ad for a travel agency. I couldn’t have been more pleased with my own image. Lex had a lot to do with that, and I grew grateful for the relief of it all, to silence the critic in my head.

 

 

 

This morning, I felt just that excited to be going somewhere exotic with someone I loved. Plus, he made the curvy, and a tad insecure at times, girl inside me feel model-worthy. Even the added image of the athletic and thin blond that stepped up beside me to grab a bag didn’t diminish my mood or current state of self-esteem, orgasm or love gained, maybe even my new-found magic powers having something to do with it... I just didn’t care. I’d take this on top of the world feeling and run with it. Well, I’d ride off in this military-sized, shiny vehicle anyway.

 

 

 

Once they got my bags loaded into the back, as directed, I climbed into the back bucket seats with Lex. Riker got in to drive with Vivian beside him in the front seat. I’d never been in a vehicle of this size before, and couldn’t help but look around me. It was probably good practice, marveling at the wealth and extravagance while keeping my mouth from gapping open.

 

 

 

From the brief glimpse I’d gotten last night in my dream of the Royal island, and the even briefer descriptions Lex had given me, I could only imagine this place where the Royals lived to be something right out of a fantasy novel. Not one I’d written, mind you, but one I’d read. The lush forest, the widespread castle, it all looked like fairy tale stuff to my fiction writer slash reader brain. I sure wouldn’t miss my pencil pushing job, though that paid the bills. I still didn’t quite know what I was going to say in calling and giving them no notice of a sudden vacation. How was family emergency going to come off when they knew I had no mother or father? I assumed I’d be told just not to come back, and have to scratch my only reference off my resume.

 

 

 

“Crap,” came out of my mouth before Lex looking at me clued me in on the fact.

 

 

 

“What’s wrong? You forget something? Because we can buy it in the town we fly out of. Plus, the Royals have a private plane, small-ish, that not only takes people to and from the island, but makes supply runs as well.”

 

 

 

“No, I was just thinking about what I was going to say to work when I call in. I don’t think they are going to be as forgiving as Chloe with my vague lies.”

 

 

 

“What is the worst they can do? Fire you? Let them. I can take care of you when we come back. In fact, I would love to take care of you while you try to get your first book published.”

 

 

 

“Oh, Lex, I couldn’t let you do that!” I exclaimed, my hand at my throat, not sure I could take any more good or bad changes at this moment.