En ny Borjan Ch. 05byAddicted2Writing©
When I woke up later still in Alex's arms, I slowly opened my dry, swollen eyes and noticed the clock on the nightstand read 8:36. At first I couldn't believe we'd slept all night, thinking it was morning. But when I looked out the window there was a soft beam of pre-dusk sun streaming into the room.
I was just about to get up to use the bathroom when I remembered what he'd said and then what I'd said before I fell asleep. We'd only known each other five months, since our first official date the night we went to dinner by the ocean. I cringed inside. Was I really ready to fall in love? The question really was could I fall in love with Alex and live apart months at a time, only seeing the other when the wind blew?
Getting out of bed carefully so as not to wake him, just as I placed my feet on the floor he moaned, stretched out his arms to an empty sheet, groaned again then rolled over. Closing the bedroom door behind me, I went to the bathroom then the kitchen, poured myself some orange juice and went to the mantel over the fireplace.
I wanted to see the pictures earlier, but Alex had pulled me away before I could see them. There was a picture of a new-born wrapped in a blue blanket, a fairly recent picture of his parents, an old family portrait, a beautiful girl that looked to be in her early 20's, a picture of a black dog, and a young boy of about ten wearing a sports uniform. I picked it up to look at it more closely, wondering who it was. The eyes were familiar, but that was all I recognized. But with the smile I knew it was definitely Alex. Placing the frame back on the mantel I made a mental note to ask him if he had any baby pictures.
Turning around I noticed for the first time an end table with a Bose radio, headphones set on top and underneath a CD holder. I went and sat on the couch, the holder in my lap, and looked them over. Most of them were Swedish artists and a few were groups I knew. Being curious about the music he liked, I put the headphones on, plugged them in, grabbed Thastrom and put it in the player. The music started with a guitar before the singer sang the first words. It was a ballad, but his voice wasn't smooth like singers I'd heard before. I listened to the rest of the song, deciding it wasn't for me.
So I put in another CD with the cover having three men dressed in tuxedos and rat hair, and put it in, thinking it was jazz. Immediately the music bore into my brain so loud I pushed the headphones off of my ears before I stopped the music. It wasn't jazz.
Since I needed to get my hearing back I scanned for a station with music that wouldn't detonate my brain. Before I could put the headphones back on I caught the intro of a Marvin Gaye song. I sat back and closed my eyes, quietly singing the words. "Let's get it awn. Let's get it awwn."
Feeling the music and the sensuality of Marvin's voice, I stood, stepped a little from the couch and swayed to the music with my hips, letting the lyrics sink in. Bobbing my head to and fro I kept singing. "There's nothin' wrong with me lovin' you. And givin' myself to you can never be wrong, if the love is true."
As the song continued, I jumped at first when I felt arms around my waist and soft kisses on my neck. I leaned my head back relishing in the security of his body pressed against mine. He cooed, "I think you've got the lyrics wrong. It's supposed to be 'And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong ...'"
"I know the words, dear. But it didn't kill me to say the words."
"No, it didn't. And what does that tell you?"
"I'm scared shitless."
"Well, yeah, it does. There's no need to be."
"But what you said earlier–"
"What I said earlier I meant." He whirled me around to face him. "Hildie, I'm sorry if you took that ... But I think I am falling in love with you."
I shook my head. "For some reason I find that hard to believe." My stomach gurgled and made a hungry fuss.
Thankfully Alex ignored it. "Sweetie, you are loveable. I guess you could say I'm one of those hopeless romantics. When I meet someone I like, I go after her."
"Oh, so I'm a prize now?" I chuckled.
"No, of course not. But I'm starting to understand where you're coming from now. All I ask is that you talk to me. Being in a relationship won't work if we don't communicate." Then his stomach growled of hunger.
I looked up at him frowning. "In a relationship? Are we, Alex?"
"I don't know. I'm not seeing anyone else. You?"
I finally smiled. "Not that I'm aware of."
He slid his hands up my back to my neck. "Let me in, Hildie. I am not going to hurt you."
"I know you won't, and you've proven that by being so damned romantic and unpredictable. I'm trying."
"You are trying. And that's a start." He kissed me quickly. "Now let go of me so I can make dinner."
"Hmm. You gonna make dinner naked? Please."
He laughed. "I hadn't thought of that, and I could, but I'm frying chicken and that wouldn't be too smart."
"Well, I brought an apron because I was going to surprise you with being naked and wearing it making lasagna. But since you have such an awesome ass–"
He smiled but then looked bashful. "Yeah, I do, don't I?"
"Just feed me, will ya?"
While he prepped the food I went and changed clothes because they were wrinkled from our nap. It was just a cotton skirt with a tunic, sans undies. I wanted to make up for not jumping him as soon as we arrived. Since I despise living out of suitcases, have been since my childhood vacations, I put my clothes on the floor with my toiletries beside them; I didn't want to be presumptuous by putting them on the bathroom counter.
"Okay!" I hollered as I walked to the island counter. "Chef Alex, I–" I swallowed my words and almost tripped over my feet when I saw him standing shirtless, the muscles protruding from his forearm as he chopped onions.
"Yyesss?" he said, wearing his damned sexy grin. His eyes bore right through me as I stood there, my eyes mouth gaped open, my eyes wide.
Taking a deep breath, I went to the stool of the island and jumped up, not very gracefully, though. "Alex, wouldn't you have enjoyed it much better if I was the one who cooked naked?"
"Nah. Nice move, by the way."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your clumsy attempt at getting on the stool. I'm going to start calling you Grace."
"Wouldn't be the first time," I chuckled. "Please tell me you're at least wearing your vampire boxer shorts."
"Nope," he replied, slid the chopped onions on the knife, took a step and tossed them into the pan. He bared his ass at me then flexed his cheeks. "You like?"
I smiled wide. "Oh, dear god."
"You do like. Thanks."
I finally laughed. "I could sit here and stare at your ass all night."
"Then you'd starve to death," he chuckled. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Sure. What do you have?"
"No more whiskey." I suddenly remembered the heavy cream in the fridge. "Do you have Kahlua?"
"I think so. Check the cupboard," he said, pointing to a top cabinet then went back to chopping.
I scooted off the stool and walked around the island trying extremely hard not to look at him below the waist, don't ask me why. That failed when I noticed his hard-on in the corner of my eye, and the fact he was dancing to show off.
"What are you going to do with the Kahlua?" he asked.
"White Russian. After three I'm nicely drunk and horny as hell, not that I need it with you." Turning to the cabinets, I opened the door and sighed at the liquor being on the second shelf. Reaching up for the bottle which was in front, thankfully, I asked, "Don't you have a step-stool for us short-legged people?"
Before I could turn back around he'd plastered my body against the counter, his lips on my ear lobe, his erection was right above the crack of my butt. "You aren't wearing any panties," he whispered, his voice raspy.
"How did you know?"
"Because when you stretched up your skirt you gave me a sight."
"Ah." The onions browning in the pan were sizzling loudly, and the smell was getting raw. "I think your onions are burning."
"Oh, that's not the only thing burning," he cooed.
He sure as hell wasn't kidding. "You can have me for dessert."
"Now that I will look forward to."
I poured my drink a little weak, though, just because I didn't need liquor to get my body hot and bothered over Alex. He continued chopping potatoes, slicing green peppers and taking the fat off of the chicken. I waited for the right moment to ask him something I wanted to ask him while we were on the blanket at the beach.
When he finally browned the chicken, he put some sauce and the vegetables in the pan then he grabbed a beer. He left the kitchen and returned wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts.
"I think I preferred you nekked," I teased. Sitting down on the other stool he finished his beer. "Alex, can I ask you a serious question?"
"Will I need another beer?"
"Okaaay." He grabbed another beer, checked the chicken and sat down on the stool effortlessly. "Ask away."
I turned my body toward him and took a deep breath. "When we were on the beach and you were talking about your family back home, it bothered you to talk about it."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Not really."
I put my hand on his knee affectionately. "Honey, I saw your tear." He didn't reply. "Okay, you don't have–"
"I've put off buying this house for two years because honestly, I wasn't expecting the show to be as hot as it is. I didn't want to put roots down here with my family in Stockholm. So, yes, while I feel as if L.A. is my home, my heart is still in Sweden." He took my hand and held it with both of his. "I wouldn't have said that last year, but now I have you to come back here for."
Why the hell does he affect me so much when he says stuff like this? I couldn't think of a damned thing to say, so I just kissed him.
"I better check the potatoes," he said and went back to the stove. But he seemed somewhat distant.
I fixed another drink and leaned against the counter beside him. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"You didn't. I've just never said that out loud."
"I'd love to hear about your family, Alex."
He finally smiled and looked at me. "I would like that very much."
"Mom didn't speak to us for a week after we set the model plane on fire," Alex told me. "We were on restriction for a month."
"Oh, my god!" I laughed. "Did your dog's hair grow back?"
"No," he said as he finished his third drink. "But Gustaf's eyebrows did."
That made me laugh even harder. We had just finished eating, and I was full, tipsy and happy. "I'm sure a house full of boys made her crazy."
"You can't even imagine. When Mom had Eija she thought things would finally get all girly, having another female in the house to quiet things down."
"Hell no." He chuckled. "Hey, favor. Can you clear the table while I start a fire?"
"Absolutely. But it's really not cold enough for a fire."
"It will be," he said as he stood.
"Fine," I huffed. "Dinner was delicious, Alex. Thank you."
"You're welcome," he replied. "I don't cook for just anybody."
"Oh, I feel so special," I said playfully.
As he walked by me he kissed me on my forehead. "Yes, you are special, Hildie, to me."
Again I was speechless. So I set my sights on cleaning up the dishes and the mess Alex made with the pots and pans. Just as I started the dishwasher, my back to the dining room, I hollered, "How's the fire going in there?!"
"Done! Aren't you done in there?"
"Yeah, but you left me a hell of a mess," I told him as I walked into the living room.
"Awesome fire. Dad never liked big – shit! I forgot to call him!"
"Well," Alex started as he looked at his watch, "It's what, one am? Is that too late?"
I nodded. "Damn. I'd text Vic, but he'd definitely be in bed."
He gave me a hug and rocked me. "I'll wake you early so you can call your Dad."
"Thanks, hon. I'd appreciate that." I caught a mist coming from the small deck. "Did you turn the hot tub on?"
"Uh-huh," he said sexily. "Come here." He didn't give me the chance to do anything before he pulled me to the couch and sat down on the edge. "No clothes, remember?" Standing between his knees I tried to pull my top up, but he said, "Nu-uh." The look in his eyes was pure, unadulterated sex. I would have creamed my panties if I were wearing any.
My body shivered when his hands went from my waist to my hips to my stomach then traveled upward, the tips of his fingers brushing just under my breasts. My nipples perked right up, and I sighed softly. Slowly he lifted my top up and over my head, hesitating just a moment as he looked over my breasts. Throwing the top to the floor, he slid his thumbs under my skirt and pulled it down just enough so it fell to my feet. My heart started pounding, my breathing heavy.
Leaning his head back and up a little, he threw a hand on the nape of my neck and pulled me to him roughly, yet somehow gently. As our lips crashed together I put my arms over his shoulders, put my hands under his t-shirt and ran my fingernails over his bare back. He growled and held onto me tighter. His tongue traced my bottom lip before taking it between his lips, alternating between my top and bottom lip. I gathered up the back of his t-shirt and pulled it up, regretfully breaking our kiss.
"Damn, Alex," I muttered as I pulled his shirt off. "You are an incredible kisser."
"It takes two for a kiss like that." He grinned.
He smacked my ass with both hands then held onto them, squeezing lightly. For some reason I giggled. In one swift movement he'd pushed me toward him and up, his long, strong arms holding me, but I still had to straddle his waist to keep from falling as he walked to the sliding glass door. "Hey, wait! You still have shorts on. That's no fair!"
"Hold your horses, woman!" He laughed as he stood at the door. "Can you open the door? If I do it I'd drop you."
"No. I've got a good hold of you, Alex."
"I'm the one holding you, dear." I squeezed my legs around his waist to let him know exactly how I had a hold of him. "Oh, you do, don't you?" He smirked as he pushed the door open and stepped through.
When the chilly wind blew on my face I got goose bumps. "Ah! It's freezing out here!"
"Thus the hot tub." He set me on the edge of the tub, stood back yet hesitated before he ripped his shorts down then kicked them off. "Well, what do ya think?" he asked, not looking down.
"Either my kisses didn't turn you on as much as yours did me, or it really is cold out here."
He frowned then looked down at his lost erection. "Fuck."
He laughed while I turned and sank into the hot tub. "Oh, this is awesome!" I sat on the seat about halfway down, the water just over my shoulders; my legs are so short they didn't even touch the bottom. The water was exactly the right temperature with the chilliness of the mountain breeze. I scooted around so I could watch him get in, but he just stood there. "I need a drink. Do you want one, Hil?"
"Yes, some orange juice, please. Lots of ice."
"Orange juice," he asked incredulously. "No vodka in it?"
"No, thank you."
"Very. I'm already buzzed."
"Oh, okay then, as long as you're already drunk." He turned and walked away.
Leaning my head back to the head rest, I brought my arms onto the sides and let the warmth relax me. I wasn't content about sitting in a hot tub, or having a great dinner, or watching a sunset on the west coast. I was overjoyed that I was sharing everything with "Alex."
"Yes?" he replied as he handed me the drinks.
"I was just thinking about you," I answered as I took the drinks.
I watched him as he got into the hot tub across from me, but because he's so tall the water level was only at his chest. He stretched his legs and placed his feet on the seat on either side of my hips, then I handed him his drink. I was about to tease him when he suddenly grew serious. He took a sip then said, "Hil, I'm sorry I didn't remind you to call your Dad. I'd thought about it a few times, but ..."
"No, hon. It's okay. I appreciate it, though. There's really nothing I can do anyway." I tried to keep my voice somewhat light, but I couldn't disguise my pain. "I could take a weekend off, I guess. I'd have to check my schedule."
"I hope you don't think I'm too ... forward, but would you like me to come with you?"
"While I've got things going on during the week, my weekends are pretty free. Let me know if–"
"I would really love it if you came. I don't want ... If Dad's as bad as I'm dreading, I don't want to be crying on your shoulder the entire weekend."
"That's exactly why I want to be there." I shook my head. "What?"
"It's hard to –You are just so ... amazingly supportive and caring and thoughtful."
"I'm not sexy?"
"Hell, yes! But that's on another list." I took a sip of the juice and put it on the shelf in the corner just above the tub. "You are too perfect, Alex. I keep waiting for the bottom to fall out."
"Oh, I am not the most perfect person in the world, Hildie. I've got my faults."
"Hmm. Like what?"
"Well, you know I've got a temper, although it takes a lot for me to get so bad I run people over." He grinned so cute. "When I'm super tired I get stupid. When I'm sick I get grumpy."
"You sound human to me."
He laughed. "Human, yes. Perfect, no. That's what's so fun about dating, getting to know each other."
"Just getting to know each?" I asked seriously as I took one step towards him, making sure the water was just below my nipple. His eyes grew wide, and he smirked. I put my knees on the seat straddling him and slowly, seductively slid my body up his legs. "You don't think the sex is fun?" I asked as I reached his hips, reached between us and took his penis in my hand.
He swallowed hard and grabbed my waist as I worked his dick up and down, squeezing gently. "No. I never said that," he grumbled. His dick pulsed when I pressed my crotch against his then full erection. "You feel amazing when I'm inside you."
"How good?" I asked, kneeling up and pressing the tip of his dick to my entrance.
"You're warm and wet and so tight ... like now." I'd moved my hips up and sat down on him, moaning softly, rubbing my hard nipples against his chest.
Putting my hands on the edge of the tub, I began to ride him slowly, kissing his neck before settling on his lips. He put his hands on my ass and pushed forward. After he got a feeling of my movement, he'd guided me in rhythm back and forth, as opposed to up and down. My mind went completely blank as his throbbing dick pulsated against my walls, my pussy tingled with sensations I'd never felt with him before. He moved his hands from my ass to my breasts, and I pushed back a little, our lips still locked. When I broke the kiss I leaned back and looked over his face. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open. Knowing he was putty in my hands, I continued to ride him, alternating my speed.
I was on the verge of an orgasm, so I buried my face in his neck and let the feeling take over me. "You feel ... hmmmph." He nibbled on my earlobe before I felt his legs move then he thrust up, forcing himself deeper inside me. "Hmm, yes ..."
He grabbed both sides of my head and pushed me back, never losing our rhythm. "Hildie, I ... feel you." I could only nod. "I love how good you feel when you cum. Are you there?"
I nodded again and cried out when he pushed deeper and deeper while I still met his thrusts. He groaned loudly just as he came, his veins touching every inch of me, which sent my own orgasm to shoot through me. I screamed his name as my body shook violently, keeping him inside. Collapsing against him, my lips right as his ear, his body trembled as I breathed heavily trying to catch my breath, as was he.