Beck comes in about twenty minutes into the doc, and Alex is quick to move away from the couch. But after a tense conversation with Beck, he comes back over.
"Beck's in a mood. You want to get out of here?"
I hear Rosie's door open and close down the hall, and I nod. "He's never really been good at handling his anger."
"Sounds like his ex is really fucking him." Alex pulls a face. "I told him you'd catch up with him later. Are you ready to be carried like a princess?"
The nickname makes me gasp a little. "Y-yes."
"Good." He picks me up off the couch and carries me out to his truck.
"Wait, what about Car-di B?" I gesture toward my car.
He rolls his eyes. "I'll come back for it tomorrow."
"And what if I need to drive somewhere tonight?" Bratty, I know. But Alex thinks he has everything figured out, always. It's mildly infuriating.
He closes the passenger door, coming around to start the truck. "You'll be fine. I'm your white knight,here to rescue you. That includes going wherever you were going to go."
“And… what’s next? For us.” I hesitate. “Like, with bedroom stuff?”
“What do you want to be next?”
I almost can’t look at him when I say, “I’m hoping that you take my virginity.”
He smiles. “I want to take my time with you, Freckles. I don’t want to rush things.”
“Oh.” I pout. “But soon?”
“Soon.” Alex’s fingers on my thigh turn teasing. “I have to get up early tomorrow, but after the charity ball on Friday, I should be free for the whole weekend.”
"What if I said that was too long for me to wait?" I ask.
I've never seen what the combination of a glare and a smirk looks like, but that's the look that he gives me. Throwing his truck into drive, he announces, "Then I would say you're being a bad girl. And what do bad girls get, Freckles?"
He leans over, putting his big hand on my thigh. Not teasing. More like he's reminding me who's in charge.
And it's not me.
I shiver and lick my lips. "I don't know."
"They get punished." An evil grin springs onto his face.
"Oh?" I squirm. "Punished how?"
He shrugs. "It depends. Sometimes it's a spanking. Sometimes it's orgasm denial."
I scowl. "You would do that?"
"Until you cry, Freckles. I could spend a few days working you up and then denying your pleas..."
"Alex." I hope I sound more horrified than desperate for him to touch me.
"That's not going to be a concern, though. Right?" He squeezes my thigh. "Because you are a good girl."
I suck in a breath. "And good girls... get rewarded?"
He grins, his eyes never leaving the road. "Yes they do, sweetness."
