FATED (27 page)

‘OK... thank you, that’s good to know, baby... So you won’t mind if I do this then?... as you’ve already... done me.’ He mimicked the sound of my accent, stupidly, but it made me laugh. He contracted all his stomach muscles to sit up unexpectedly; placing his arms behind me he pulled my front and my nipples into his face. He began to lick and nip at each one simultaneously. My head threw back and I closed my eyes.

OK maybe I could go again?

That thought was brought to an abrupt end. The sound of a loud crack met my ears as Alex brought one of his large hands down onto my arse cheek with a resounding smack.

‘Ouch!’ I moved quickly at the intrusion and stood up; in doing so I released my captive from underneath me. Alex moved and got off the bed. He made it to my bathroom in only a couple of long strides, I watched as his heavy cock bobbed.

He turned as he reached the door, smiling at me now as I rubbed my bare arse cheek.

‘Anticipation, baby... anticipation.’ Then he stepped into the bathroom and out of sight.

‘How do you do it?’ I shouted, infuriated.

His gorgeous face appeared once again, smiling. ‘They’re called cold showers, Frankie, maybe you should try one yourself, either that or every time I touch you today, baby, you will be on fire for me... either way it’s all looking fucking fantastic from where I’m standing.’ His hot gaze swept up and down my naked form.

‘You are a teasing bastard, you know that right?’ I shouted, making sure my voice carried into the open door of the bathroom again. He reappeared, showing me once again his magnificent hard on. I must have looked a ludicrous sight, stood up on the bed naked, hands on my hips, glaring at him. My nipples were so erect I could have taken people’s eyes out and my arousal was evidently running down my legs. All of those facts I saw him take in.  Alex was cleaning his teeth, and was very slowly moving the toothbrush in and out of his mouth, it was having the desired influence on me and he knew it. I watched, unable to move my gaze away, as he beckoned me to him with a curled finger.  After reaching the doorway I watched him spit and rinse.

‘So, baby,’ he winked at me, ‘What’s it to be?’

‘Do you want to... as you put it... do me again, or shall we take a cold shower together?’ One eyebrow rose at me in question. The steam from the hot shower began to claim the room. It was evident to me that he already knew the answer. I merely nodded and immediately felt myself being pulled to him and pushed up against the tiled wall. Alex dropped to his knees, spread my legs open and began to lick away my arousal from the tops of my thighs. Between that and the soapy shower sex, it was some time before we made it out to get breakfast. 

Thirty-Eight

It was nearly midday when we finally walked out of the building. Breakfast had b
een a quiet affair. Bella was already awake and sitting in the lounge when we had finally made it out of my bedroom. She was wrapped up in her purple quilt, and all around her prone figure we had picked up various pieces of debris, from her obvious pig out during the night. After talking to Alex using only my eyes, I had asked her to join us on our planned day out.

‘You’re OK, gorgeous... I am alright, enjoying my pity fest here... there are a whole host of cheesy black and white films on today and they have my name on them. I’m going to watch them until hopefully my body falls into a coma. I wouldn’t be any company and you guys deserve some time together.’

I could hear the words she was saying, and knew how hard it was for her to say them, albeit in a bid to sound braver than she felt. We had known each other for years and she couldn’t pull the wool over my eyes. But I also knew that she needed her own space for a while, just to get her head around what had happened between her and Nathan. She had been almost relieved last night when I had told her he had left the building, almost. Alex had phoned him during my chat with Bella. He had answered his phone, thank God. He was staying with a team mate, until pre-season training began, and he wouldn’t be back.

Out on the pavement, I tried to leave my devastated feelings behind in the building. I was so looking forward to spending time with Alex. My feelings were obviously painted on my face like a tarts make up. Alex spun me around into him, crushing our thick winter coats together, one arm pulled me to him by encircling my waist and the other lifted my chin up so he could see into my eyes.

‘Frankie, we need to leave it, I know it’s fucking hard to not stick our noses in... I am the king of sticking my nose in,’ he nodded. ‘We will let the situation settle for a while and then see if we can help them... OK?’ He started to kiss from my forehead down onto my nose and then finally our mouths met. So there we had been in the middle of the pavement kissing like our lives depended on our connection.

His kisses nearly always left me breathless. In this one, for the entire world to see, out on the bustling pavement, I could feel all of his love pouring from his mouth into mine. I could feel all of his want and need in the gentle but passionate way he stroked and nipped my mouth. In return I had tried to show him exactly all the good and wonderful ways he made me feel. A few boisterous shouts and laughter aimed in our direction made us reluctantly break apart, at the mouth only. We laughed good naturedly at the cat calls. He still held me tight in his arms and stared deeply into my eyes. I in turn gazed into his, watching his love and lust change the colour and dilation of them. The eyes that I had fallen in love with the minute we had met each other.

‘We’ll just give them both some space and try to jump in, if and when we feel the time is right... Yeah?’ He spoke again.

‘I know you’re right; I just don’t like being able to see people I love in pain and not being able to do a bloody thing about it.’ I had hold of the sides of his heavy leather jacket, and was using them to pull him down to me. Just inhaling his comforting scent, and wondering how the bloody hell I had gone without it for the last week.

‘I know, Frankie... I know.’ He rested his forehead to mine and inhaled deeply.

‘Things aren’t always what they seem though... sometimes people just need a little time to sort out other fucked up stuff that’s going on in their lives.’ His eyes stabbed mine now trying to convey his message.

‘Right, come on.’ He broke apart from me and we started walking. He put his arm around my shoulders and hooked it around my neck, pulling me tight to his side. I placed my arm equally as tight around his waist.

‘We’re going on foot today; you can’t take in the beauty of this place in a vehicle, especially at Christmas.’

‘When did you become so poetic?’ I joked with him, loving the easy feeling that swept over us as we strolled down 5
th
Avenue.

‘Me, baby?... I’m always poetic, especially if it gets me in your panties later.’ I light heartedly shook my head at him.

We spent our time, always connected in some way, casually strolling taking in the sights. The traffic was busy and horns went off left, right and centre. It’s something that when you have been in NYC for a while you don’t even really take any notice of. The smell of the many street vendors crept into our nostrils, especially the cones of roasted chestnuts. Eventually we both succumbed and shared one as we strolled around.

The window displays at Macy’s and Bloomindales were amazing, it reminded me of being taken up to London once, on the train, with my aunt, uncle and JJ. We had stared into Selfridges’ windows with our noses pressed up against the glass.  Feeling a really silly, split second thought come over me; I pulled Alex closer up to the window and shoved his face up to the glass.

‘What the hell are we doing?’

‘This is the only way to take in a Christmas window display properly and to full effect. Spread your palms over the glass and peer in through the middle of your hands.’ He looked at me but did as I asked.

‘Ok... we reliving your childhood I presume?’

‘Yep, one of my picture memories, stop gassing and start peering.’ I smacked him on the shoulder for good measure. He had done what I’d asked even if he had been making comments about not being able to see everything properly around his hands.

Radio City looked wonderful; we had reached there just as the light was beginning to fade, and dusk was approaching.  The Christmas decorations began to have a stronger presence. The street vendors were playing music; people had pulled their coats tighter around themselves. The Christmas atmosphere had been ramped up by the daylight receding. I felt like a kid in a sweet shop. My excitement was palpable. This in turn made Alex take on the more relaxed air I had seen up in the mountains.

‘Hot dog and soda?’ He questioned. ‘Come on you know you want to? You can’t be out here in New York and not have one.’ I nodded my response, smiling at his boyish behaviour.

Alex quickly paid for four and brought them over to me. I was useless at eating and walking at the same time and had to stand still in order to try not to get the ketchup all over me. It was delicious; the wonderful crap in my mouth was just like I imagined eating expensive caviar to be, the tastes exploding all over my tongue. I heard Alex groan and immediately my eyes shot up to his. He closed the gap in between us now. I couldn’t believe he had already eaten three hotdogs and I still had some left. I watched as he bent his legs so he could look me in the eyes. His tongue flicked out over his lips.

‘Even eating a fucking hotdog you nearly had me making a mess in my jeans.’ His voice was low so no one else could hear, he spoke into my ear. I felt myself being walked backwards and pressed into a building behind me. ‘Holy hell, with your eyes closed guiding the fucking thing in between your lips like it was my cock, and the noises you made... seriously fucking killing me here.’ He pushed his erection into me now and I smiled at him. Bending down slightly further, he started to lick up my exposed throat with one continuous sweep of his skilful tongue. I inhaled sharply. Finally he flicked over my open mouth and broke away.

‘Just cleaning you up, baby... just cleaning you up and making you dirty, all at the same time.’ He stepped back and lifted my hand and the last remnants of my hotdog up to his mouth. He consumed it with a wicked gleam in his eye and proceeded to suck all of my fingers clean, one by one. He moved suddenly away from me as I was raising my other hand to slap him. We ran for a short distance, with me chasing him through the crowds, laughing. I loved the playful side of Alex as much as I loved the dominant one.

Dodging through the thickening crowds was getting to be a nightmare. The decorations had only really been unveiled a couple of days ago and the people of NYC were out in force with the tourists, just soaking up the happy atmosphere. Alex had held me close to his side at all times, sometimes using his body as a plough to almost push through the people. Once again I was grateful for his rugby skills.

We had stopped for quite a while to look at the Christmas tree at the Rockefeller Centre, and to absorb the atmosphere from the people around it. We had even managed to snap a few selfies and a couple of them weren’t that bad. I had taken one with the tree behind us and Alex holding me tightly to him, he hadn’t looked at the camera, but was staring at me. That one was my favourite and as we walked away I changed it to my screensaver. I had a few others of him that I had snapped previously, mostly when he wasn’t aware and even when he was asleep.

God, I had it bad!

‘OK... so I just want to look in a store with you on the way to Central Park... and the last thing we are doing today is ice skating.’

‘You’re bloody joking, aren’t you?’ I stopped dead in my tracks and restrained myself from saying more, but knew that he had taken in the horror that had quite obviously attached itself to every part of my face.

‘Ermm... No, I wasn’t... I thought it would be a great way to round off our day out.’ His face took on a rather hurt expression. One of the few times I had seen an unsure Alex. His hand had come up to run through his hair.

Shit, Shit, Shit... Note to self... think before you open your bloody trap!

‘Sorry... I feel terrified at the thought of ice skating... I mean if we were meant to glide around on a thin, sharp edge of nothing but possible throat slitting metal... I’d have them on my feet now, wouldn’t I?’ We both glanced down at my feet. I was wearing Dr Martens. Really comfortable and extremely flat and the emphasis was on flat! My nerves had overtaken me and had been joined by my galloping speech. My face was bright red.

‘Sorry, you’ve taken time to plan today and I’ve just panicked over nothing and bloody ruined it.’

‘It’s OK, Frankie... let’s just go up and look then shall we... it’s nice up there now. Lights in the trees and stuff... the kind of things you women like.’ He lifted his hands up in the air either side of his head, gesticulating an air quote movement with his fingers.

‘It’s pretty,’ he mimicked sarcastically.

I made to slap him again but missed. ‘You obviously enjoy me hitting you... don’t you? As you just keep on giving me the ammunition to work with, don’t you?’

‘I just like you touching me, baby... anyway I can get you.’ He pulled me into a quick hug and then we continued on our way. My panic had been momentarily diverted by holding on to Alex. We walked on for a while.

‘This is the shop.’ We found ourselves outside of a large regal looking stone built building. Looking up I could see it was Tiffany & Co.

He caught the look of shock on my face and grabbed me by the elbow to lead me in. Probably my mouth falling open like I was catching flies was a dead giveaway.

‘We need to have a look at some diamond engagement rings... Please,’ Alex spoke to very smart man in front of the counters.

‘This way, Sir, Madam.’ We were led further into the beautiful glass case filled, sparkling cavern, following the lead of the man in front of us. My brain was on repeat.

Engagement ring? Engagement ring?

Finally we stood over a large tray of diamonds. I don’t think I had ever seen so many beautiful pieces of jewellery. Square cut, circles, tear drop looking ones. I knew they had proper names but as my life had never involved having much money before, the proper names certainly didn’t trip off my tongue.

‘Which ones do you like, Frankie?’

‘If I said all of them, is that too indecisive?’

He laughed slightly standing next to me, still holding my elbow. He was shuffling his feet, obviously a little nervous.

‘Ermm......yep just a bit... come on help a guy out here... OK, just maybe you could give me a little help, say narrow the field.’ I still hadn’t taken my eyes away from the sparkling tray in front of me.

OMG, OMG....he is going to ask me to marry him!

‘If I really had to pick... I don’t know the proper names for them, but I really like the square ones and that one there that looks like a tear drop.’

‘You have great taste.’ He stopped fidgeting and pulled me closer to him, ‘Come on then, let’s go look at the “pretty lights” ... that’s given me something to work with.’

He thanked the shop assistant for his time and we had made our way back out into the chilly evening.

After watching for a while at the skating rink, we had made our way home. We had decided that Bella had been on her own for long enough and instead of eating out we would order a takeaway and make sure she had some food in her, that didn’t consist of ice cream, chocolate or wine.