Chapter 369

Alexi leads the way from the garden, scooping up my shoes as we pass and splits away from me to jog over and tell his family we are leaving. I idle by the path at this far edge and pull my shoes on as I wait for him. Watching him with a strange contentment stilling my nerves as various family members hug and kiss him. Looking so at home with them and much more relaxed than when we arrived. My stupid tears have stopped, and I just feel in great need of being naked and joined to him to wipe away my dumb insecurity.

I note his father giving him a goodbye hug that lasts longer than anyone else, but his mother is nowhere to be seen. I shrug it off, wondering if she has returned to her basement to go throw some bat wings in her cauldron. Maybe gone to stuff more decapitated heads for her secret collection. Bet she has a whole cupboard of voodoo dolls stashed away with Alexi’s face on. I’m sure I’ll get added now.

Alexi comes back to me as I get to the edge of the lawn, wandering slowly so he could catch up and slides a hand in mine, throwing me a handsome smile and a quick kiss to my cheek before we continue. It pulls a happy smile from me and I thank my stars he is who he is, and no longer that bastard I fell in love with months ago. He has surpassed all I thought he could be in every way.

“Ready, sexy? I can’t wait to get you home. These bad boys are burning a hole in my pocket.” He pats the chest of his leather jacket where my underwear nestles, and I grin at him.

“Let’s not do this again in a hurry. I now see why you rarely venture home.” I point out and get a smile and a shrug from him which signals both ‘let’s drop it’ and ‘yeah, I agree’. My poor lost boy and his mother issues. Something I need to work on with him so he can learn to cut that bitch’s hold on him and set it loose. I took a long time to do the same with my sad excuse of a mother, but he will be free to smile more when that black cloud stops raining on his parade every day.

“My mother is inside greeting some new arrivals so if we use the side door, we might just avoid her altogether.” It’s a tense tone, his agitation swirling again, and I guess it won’t be a bad thing to swerve her completely. For his sanity and to avoid any ugliness in the absence of his father. He is obviously eager to get out of here and worried about another scene.

I don’t doubt that she might get nasty if we run into her without him once again. She seems like a snide manipulative bitch who would be that underhanded.

Alexi leads me through patio doors into a large kitchen that is nestled to one side, and the house suddenly seems gloomy and silent compared to the outside sun and noise of babbling people. Eerily so. We walk across to the main door on a cold tiled floor, which is flanked by a couple of doors inside the kitchen that seem completely out of place. We are almost at the exit when we catch the sound of his mother’s voice drifting this way and coming closer.

“Come to the kitchen with me and I will make you a coffee before we head out.” Her shrill, Italian accented tone grating on me instantly.

Alexi flicks a look my way before changing route and hauls me into the door to the left, pulling me in fast and closing it as quietly as he can. So swift he almost knocks me off my feet and my heels barely touch the floor. We are suddenly encased in a dark room with no windows whatsoever, and I can’t tell if he just locked us in a larder. I can’t see shit.

“What are you doing?” I whisper hoarsely, grabbing onto him in the dark while my eyes adjust and he ushers me further in, bodily pushing me into the dark depths away from the door so she can’t hear us.

“Taking you on a detour to get by her. This is her study, there’s another door over the other side to the hall entry. We can leave that way.”

Alexi’s warm hands smooth around my shoulders and then to my waist as he feels me out to guide me and then curses loudly as he stubs his foot on something as we try to navigate in the dark. A grind of furniture on the wood floor as something heavy shifts with the impact of him.

“Shh,” I remind him, glancing back to where we came just in case she hears us, but the lack of her voice out there suggests the doors are thicker than they look, and sound doesn’t travel far.

He lets me go and I’m blinded by a sudden invasion of light as he switches on a desk lamp, and I realise I was walking right into a love seat in front of me. Another step and I would have been sprawled on top of it.

“She’s moved the furniture around.” Alexi points out before leaning down to rub his shin and I guess he got attacked by the arm of the same chair. It would have been a noisy topple with both of us colliding had he not found the light.

I blink around at the tiny room and immediately see something blatantly obvious.

The starchy cold neutral décor that lacks character and a dozen family portraits hung around the wall with one member missing in them all—Alexi.

Could she be any more pathetic?

It enrages me instantly, my blood simmering to a boil so fast my cheeks flush with heat and I have the sudden urge to stab her smug face in the portrait over her desk with anything sharp I can find.

I scan the room, taking in the clear desk with only a leather desk pad on view, everything clean and orderly, minimal décor, even the lack of trinkets and books on the shelves dotted around. There’s not even a telephone or a laptop on the surface of her overly expensive desk. The whole room is devoid of personality, much like her, and her dislike of her child is pretty fucking evident.

Alexi doesn’t look around, just scoops my hand up and leads me to a door on the far wall to get us out of here. Head intent on leaving. I have the urge to stop and pee in her huge ficus plant by the door as we leave, just to leave her a little unknown hate message.

“Fuck. It’s locked,” Alexi mutters as he tries the handle ahead of me then scoops to look around and possibly find a key or something to get it open. I’m sure someone like him isn't against lock picking and I wonder if he is looking for something to do that with.

“So, what now?” I get bored after watching him rummage in a nearby unit for thirty seconds as he exhales heavily. Obviously annoyed that we’re trapped too.

“She said coffee, right? That will take minutes at the most, so we wait and head out when she’s gone. We just need to listen by the door for the all clear.” He straightens up and gives me an apologetic half smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and I blow out air in frustration.

“I feel like a teenager hiding from a scalding.” I point out and Alexi crumples up his face adoringly and shrugs my way.

“We are technically doing just that.”

He makes me giggle and I immediately cover my mouth to hush myself up as he walks back to the door we came through, presses his ear to it and becomes instantly still and silent. He exhales and wanders back to me with an unamused look on that chiselled face.

“They are in there chatting away so shouldn’t be long. She likes to make fresh coffee for arrivals.”

Yet, she didn’t for us!

He walks to the desk and plonks his butt on the edge and just gazes at me. Not at all impressed with the predicament we are in, and I know my knickers in his pocket will be reminding him of what is being delayed. He’s not a patient guy at all and delaying sex for something like this is putting him in a sour mood. I reckon this house, her, and all of today is something he just wants rid of so we can go back to our carefree lounging in bed again and forget all this shit. I want to go back to the city and back to his apartment and forget everything for a few days. I feel like we need some downtime to hibernate together. So much has happened in such a short time and my head is still reeling from it all.

“You know … we can amuse ourselves as long as we’re quiet.” I point out and wander over to him to slide my hands up his abdomen and under his jacket to feel out those delicious pecks and that washboard stomach. Fed up with waiting when he is over here looking crazily fuckable with just a hint of broken little boy. That look always gets me needing so badly to save him.

“Hmm.” He doesn’t sound convinced, so I nudge myself up against him, forcing his legs apart to accommodate me and aim straight for the jugular. Pressing my body to his and snuggling up close so I can both feel him up and feel him against me. I cover his tanned throat with gentle teasing kisses as my hands smooth down that bulky body and run over the waist of his trousers heading for their prime target.

Alexi catches my wrists and pulls away to look me in the eye. Stopping my slow easy groping with a look that says, ‘not here’.

“This is my mother’s study. It’s disrespectful in many ways. We should just wait and put this on the back burner until we get back to the house.” His words say one thing but the look on his face and the way his eyes lock on my mouth say another. Alexi is stirring with untamed lust too.

“Only if we get caught.” I smile wickedly and aim for his mouth, leaning in further to plant a kiss on him. Much like his power over me, Alexi relaxes into my kiss and parts his lips to let me get my tongue inside that mouth. Tracing my tongue over his, intoxicated with the delicious taste of him and pushing him into a passionate make-out session. As soon as his hands loosen, I wriggle mine free and go straight to unbuttoning his trousers. Not backing down that easily. He’s not the only one who can seduce into submission, and he needs to learn we both have skills for doing it.

“Cam!” Alexi warns, pulling away from my lips and again attempts to stop me by catching my hands, and this time he brings them up to his face to lightly kiss my knuckles apologetically. Indecision flickering over that face and I lean past him and flick the lamp off.

“Maybe with no lights you might feel less inclined to remember where we are. It’s just a room, and we never got to finish what you started on your desk at the club. I’ve had crazy, horny fantasies about you fucking me on a desk since then.” I point out, licking my lips before going back to administering kisses and nibbles across his throat. Undeterred because he isn’t pushing me away from him despite stilling my hands. Alexi is wavering between no sex because this is Mummy’s room and full-blown desk sex because he wants it.

He’s infuriating me with his lack of getting involved, but I’m not easily swayed. A part of me wants to defile this room with him, just because the bitch has excluded him in every way and no way deserves his respect. She makes him miserable and singles him out as something broken. Fucking him on her desk will give me great pleasure imagining her sitting here to compose whatever holier than thou correspondence she fills her mundane life with, right where her son nailed me. In my immature brain, it seems like the ideal way to deliver juvenile payback.

Alexi allows my kisses and slowly runs his hand up my thigh to my waist before pushing me away again gently, just enough to bring my face back to his and stop my serious heavy petting. I sigh again loudly.

“It’s wrong …” he starts, looking so young and unsure. I don’t like it. It’s not who he is, and she has so much to answer for.

“Shh. What’s wrong in screwing your wife? No one will find out; it can be our naughty little secret,” I point out, cutting off his verbal rejections and slide right back in. His body is telling me he is getting turned on and thinking about it, but his mind is putting that prick of a woman at the forefront and probably chastising him for always disappointing her. I can feel his erection growing against my pelvis and the way his hands are itching to roam my body. His kiss alone tells me he’s hornier than hell.

“It’s not that.” Alexi sounds forlorn and utterly deflated and I step back, and even though he can’t see me, I frown at him harshly. Disappointed in the hold she has over him and a little pissed that of all people, I can’t break it. I’m meant to be his queen and I should have way more sway than her. I at least deserve his respect and care, she does not.

“Fine, if you won’t fuck me then I will just amuse myself, get off the desk I want to sit there.” I shove him playfully and smile when he obeys and moves, pushing past and feeling my way out to get to the edge, turn and slide myself onto it. His hand stays on my shoulder so he can feel where I am, and he comes back to me. Standing so close I can feel the electric sizzle in the air around us. Supercharged sexually and still inhaling that favourite scent of his. My insides turning themselves inside out with the need to have sex, now he has me all antsy and turned on.

“If you won’t play with me, maybe I will just play with myself. I’m knickerless and horny. Turn on the light and watch if you want.” I utter seductively, emphasising my words with a huskier tone and slight purring. Knowing how to push my king’s buttons.

Undeterred with the lack of response as he mulls it over, I switch on the light anyway, smiling at his heavy hooded gaze that is fixed on me like a panther waiting to devour his kill. It’s exactly what I was hoping for.

I turn and slide my hands down over my breasts and down my dress, edging it up when I get to the hem so I can have full access to the little display I’m about to put on for him. I’m not shy about masturbating; I reckon it will change his mind pronto.

I wiggle and slide until it’s high enough to expose all I have and then lean back on one arm and slowly lower myself to lie across her desk, lifting my feet to the edge so he gets a full view. Legs akimbo, lady parts taking centre stage and I prepare to finger fuck myself until he joins in.

Alexi doesn’t wait to see if I will go ahead and self-pleasure; like a dog in heat, he’s on me in a second, lust taking over and pulls my body to the edge of the desk to butt his groin against my naked genitals. A little aggressive tug that bounces me against him and I elicit a happy giggle with the sudden change in him. He leans over me to capture me in a kiss that sends us into a frenzied passion and seals his fate. Alexi wants what I’m offering, and he just committed.

Screw you, Mummy Carrero. Your naughty boy is going to christen your desk, and I may leave my thong in the drawer as thanks.