We’d left early in the morning and driven the whole day. Alejandro had even let me drive his Maserati and I’d put my foot down so hard on the gas that he’d warned me I’d get a spanking if I didn’t behave.
He’d turned on his cell phone and I’d expected him to have a flurry of messages and notifications of missed calls, but he only had one from his mom, telling him to have a good time and that she’d speak to him when he was back online.
It seemed that Jax really had handled everything in his absence, as Alejandro had known he would. I got the impression he disappeared like this every now and again.
It was a lovely drive back to L.A. We had talked and laughed and stopped for food and listened to cheesy eighties music. But it felt like the closer we got to L.A, the more tense Alejandro became and I wondered again if the end of our trip would be the end of this thing between us.
When we were an hour outside L.A, Alejandro called Jax and told him that he was back, and since then, his phone had rang almost off the hook. He’d answered each call and barked orders at people – sometimes in Spanish and sometimes in English. I learned that Blake still hadn’t been found and that seemed to enrage Alejandro all over again.
I looked out of the window as the evening turned to dusk and choked back a sob. It felt like I had lost him already. There was no way we could be that same couple from the beach house out here in the real world. He wasn’t the carefree man who had run barefoot on the sand and made love to me in every room in the house. He was Alejandro Montoya again – the King of L.A.
As soon as we pulled up at the house, Jacob came out to take the car and to tell Alejandro that Jax was waiting for him in the den. Alejandro turned to me as though he was about to say something.
‘You go see Jax. I’m tired anyway,’ I spoke first and forced a smile. ‘I’m going to grab a quick shower and then head to bed.’
He nodded and then he followed Jacob into the house and I walked through to the bedroom alone, wondering why life could be so unfair to give me a taste of something so special and then snatch it away.
I was in the shower washing my hair when I saw the door opening and Alejandro walking inside the room.
‘Any room in there for me, princess?’ he said with a smile as he pulled off his clothes and kicked them into a heap in the corner.
‘Of course,’ I replied as he stepped under the running water with me. Running his hands over my hips and onto my ass, he pulled me to him, pressing his cock which was already semi-hard against me. ‘What about Jax?’
‘Jax? I’m not letting him shower with you, princess,’ he said with a flash of his eyebrows.
‘I mean, I thought you were meeting with him?’ I shoved him playfully in the chest but he didn’t budge an inch.
‘I did. He just wanted to give me a run down of what I’ve missed. He’s gone now.’
‘Oh?’ I said as I chewed on my lower lip.
He placed his index finger under my chin and tilted my head so he could look into my eyes. ‘What is it?’
‘Nothing. It’s silly.’
‘It’s not silly if it’s bothering you. What’s up?’
‘I thought … you seemed so tense when we got back to L.A. I thought, maybe the beach house, how happy we were … maybe, it wasn’t real?’
He pressed his lips against mine, pushing me up against the cool tiled wall as he did. His hands roamed over my body as he devoured my mouth with his own. Then he cupped my ass and lifted me until my legs were wrapped around his waist.
And then he was inside me. I groaned into his mouth but he didn’t let up. He nailed me to the wall until I was coming apart around him.
It was only when he pumped his own orgasm into me that he broke our kiss. ‘Was that real, princess?’ he growled.
I nodded as the water spilled over his face. ‘Yes,’ I breathed.
‘This isn’t the beach house. I wish that it was. I wish that I had nothing to do all day but swim, eat and fuck you. But I have responsibilities here, and yes they make me angry and tense. But, never with you. You are my beach house, Alana. You’re what makes me happy – here, or the beach, or anywhere else we may be. Wherever you are, is where I am content.’
I squeezed my legs tighter around him as I felt the emotion swelling in my chest until it felt like it would burst out of me. ‘I love you, Alex,’ I whispered.
‘I love you too, Alana.’
