“To England,mo ghaol. Whit dae I have tae dae for ye tae move tae England with me?” He is slamming into me so hard the table is starting to inch its way across the room. He turns loose of my hips to hold on to the edge of the table. Leaning down, he trails kisses across my back before speaking. “Tell me whit I have tae dae,” he whispers.
“Alex... Alex,” I try to form a sentence but it eludes me as he fills me over and over. He can’t ask something like this while he’s giving me more than any other man ever has. It’s not fair of him to expect an answer requiring more than one syllable.
“Shh, I’ve got ye.” He fucks me even harder until I can’t hold on anymore. My spiral into my climax is as hard as the last one. I hear his words turn into that beautiful language I don’t understand right before he spills into me.
“I love ye, Claire,” he says quietly before pulling out. Standing me up from the table, he lifts me into his arms, walking back over to the couch. Sitting down, he wraps us in a blanket as I snuggle into his chest, listening to his heart race.
“I love you, Alex Ross,” I mumble as I slowly fall asleep. I feel his arms pull me against him even harder as he kisses the top of my head.
10
Alex
I’m slowly learning to appreciate Claire’s friends, but they are definitely an acquired taste. I eased her into bed last night only to find her in the living room texting her friends early this morning. Nothing could get her back into bed, I tried whining, begging and finally demanding, to no avail. Giving up, I sit down next to her, crossing my arms with a snort.
“How do you say, you’re being a dick in Gaelic?” she asks, glaring at me.
“Tha thu gu bhith dick,” I growl at her.
“Tha thu gu bhith dick!” she repeats badly at me, making me smile. I shake my head standing up.
“I’m gaun tae make breakfast just so I dinnae have tae hear ye butcher my native tongue anymore.” I squeal rather unmanly when she slaps my ass before I can clear the couch.
I’m just moving the eggs onto two plates when she wanders into the kitchen. Adding bacon and what the Americans call an English muffin to the plates, I motion for her to sit down.
“We have to be at Neiman’s at nine to try on suits, you have a hair appointment at eleven followed by lunch with Lily.” She looks up at me with a shrug, “Sorry, she insisted. My advisor said just to Skype him on Monday to discuss my progress. I also have us tickets to LAX on Sunday using your credit card,” she adds, waving my card at me.
“Ye're brilliant,” I say, looking at her in amazement. “All of that before seven? I can barely stagger into the kitchen at this time of morning. Ye know whit the one thing is I am good at this early?” I ask, winking at her. She rolls her eyes at me.
“I have to shower. We don’t have time this morning,” she says, taking a bite of her muffin. I lean back against the counter with my arms crossed, watching her. She purposely slows her chewing down, smiling at me. Oh hell no.
I walk around the bar, throwing her over my shoulder, muffin included, before walking to the bathroom. We’ll just consider it conserving water by showering together. Yeah, that works.
At the clothing store, I settle on a deep striped suit that cost me more than a week's wages, but Claire insisted it was the best look for me. With the promise of having the alterations done by the end of the day, we headed toward Lily’s hairdresser.
She is appalled when I explain to her I’ve always just trimmed my hair myself after I left home for boarding school. Claire makes me panic as she watches my hair fall to the floor with concern on her face. When she’s done, I look in the mirror. I do look like a Manchester City footballer now, but I also look a lot older.
“I swear I’m twenty-nine,” I tell Claire when she takes my chin in her hand and turns my face, studying my hair with her head tilted.
“Does it matter?” she asks, laughing.
“Aye, I dinnae want anyone asking how auld my daughter is when we’re oot together.” I’m serious. I look at least five years older than I did. Claire laughs again before tugging on my hand.
“Come, Gramps. We’re going to be late for lunch.” Working our way back across town, we’re only a few minutes behind schedule when we walk into the restaurant for lunch.
“Holy shit! Who’s the old guy you brought to lunch? Does the nursing home know you broke him out?” Oh Lily is just bloody hilarious! I growl at her before holding out Claire’s chair. “Did your boyfriend just growl at me?” Lily asks, her eyes narrowing on me.
“Don’t hurt him, Lily,” Matt grins at me. “He might break a hip.”
“Oh ye’re fucking brilliant,” I say, shaking his hand.
“We’re just yanking your chain, man. Claire said Manchester City is trying to buy you out of your contract? That’s amazing!” Matt says. “Lily has been flipping out all morning about it. I’ll be surprised if her boss doesn’t send her home early.” I grin at both of them.
“It’s still in negotiations, but I was told that the clubs have already agreed on the buyoot, so it’s just down tae my contract with Man City. I’m struggling tae wrap my head around it,” I say, taking a drink of my water. They’re not just a good team, they are considered one of the best in the world.
“Well, regardless of your mental state, we are all going out to celebrate tonight,” Lily announces, holding up a hand when I try to protest. “I know it’s not a done deal, but we all want to be a part of this. Colin and Maggie will be back this afternoon. Grayson and Izzy even insisted on the party being at their new house. Teddy’s got a Galaxy poster for you to sign.”
I can’t help but smile. It’s amazing that I don’t even know them really, but they still want to celebrate with me. “Oh, Colin also said to tell you that the second you return with the signed contract, he is pulling out all the stops,” Lily adds.
