Page 106 of Alec’s Dream

He tried to keep himself relaxed but he didn’t like the new direction the conversation was headed.

“What kind of rules?”

“We need to go slow. Or as slow as we can with all of us living together.”

Yep, he didn’t like the turn at all.

“Let's go upstairs to bed, we’ll talk there.”

Macy went solid and Alec seriously didn’t like the change.

“That’s one of the things we need to talk about,” she whispered.

“All right, but we’ll do it upstairs, in our bed.”

“Alec—”

“Didn’t say we were gonna do anything but talk, Macy. But I want you comfortable and us standing in the laundry room isn’t comfortable.”

“But I have fond memories of this room.”

Alec didn’t need to be looking at her to know she was smiling, and another tinge of heat rushed over him thinking about what they’d done in there.

“Yeah, Macy, so do I. And that memory is so vivid I can still feel your pussy wrapped around my cock. I can still smell you, taste you, hear you. Combine all of that with you standing in my arms and I’m having a difficult time keeping my dick in my pants when all I can remember is how fucking good it was to finally feel something right, and good, and mine in my arms and taking my cock. Warning, baby, we need to leave this room while I still have some control.”

“Hmm,” Macy hummed. “So you’re saying if we go up to your room you won’t lose control?”

“Our room,” Alec corrected, and Macy shivered. “And that’s a fuck no, but when my control slips, at least I’ll have room to get creative.”

Macy giggled, her body shaking with it, and Alec stood in his laundry room holding her close wondering which he liked better—the sound of Macy’s laugh or the sweet moan she made when he slid inside her warmth. Unable to come to a conclusion, he decided it didn’t matter which one he liked best because he liked both a fuck of a lot.

31

“Tell me about the rules,” Alec prompted.

We were in his bed, or as he called it our bed, and I was nervous. We’d both changed into our pajamas. His a loose pair of sweats, no shirt, and the sight of his bare chest made my mouth water. How I was supposed to have an intelligent conversation with him lying next to me shirtless, I didn’t know.

“I don’t want the kids to see us sleeping in the same bed for a while,” I started. “I know they both seem fine with us living here, they like you, they love Jocelyn, but they’ve never seen me with a man. Not even a date. I want to introduce them to us slowly.”

“Babe, they’ve seen you in my arms, they’ve seen me kiss you, I think both of them understand that we’re together.”

“Yes, well, that’s the next thing. We need to stop doing that in front of them.”

Alec started to chuckle and I wasn’t finding anything funny about what I was saying, therefore some of my earlier irritation crept back.

“I’m being serious,” I snapped. “This is new, for all of us. I agreed to move us in, but I’m telling you, in front of the kids we’re taking it slow.”

“One month,” he countered.

“One month?”

“Yeah, babe. We’ll go slow in front of them. But, they also need to understand we are not roommates—you’re my woman, they need to see that from the start. This isn’t temporary, this is their home, your home. They need to get that now, not in a month from now. You don’t want them seeing you walk out of our room in the mornings, I get it. But you’re in here with me all night. I’ll slip out before they wake up.”

I liked that he was compromising, giving me what I needed to feel comfortable, but having a mind to having the kids settle in. I also liked the idea of sleeping next to him. But Rory was six, he might’ve been a father but his daughter was only a year old. While Jocelyn had slept through the night last night, and I reckoned she did most nights she was confined to a crib, so even if she woke in the middle of the night she couldn’t wander into Alec’s room. Rory or Caleb could.

“Sometimes Rory gets up in the middle of the night. If she does she’ll—”

“I’ll hear her if she gets up, wake you and you can go to the door.”