Page 57 of Alec’s Dream

Alec said? What the hell?

“I can cook—”

“Pizza it is,” Alec cut in and I crossed my arms over my chest.

He ignored this and went back to talking to Caleb, who was happily rattling off his order. I mentally went over my bank balance and bills that were due in the next two weeks and figured I could splurge on pizza as long as nothing came up unexpected with the kids.

“Caleb, my purse is in my bedroom, would you mind getting it for me, please?”

“Don’t bother, kid, your mom’s not paying.”

My already throbbing head started to pound and at the last second, I remembered we had an audience and swallowed back my response. Opting for something kid-friendly rather than asking Alec who the fuck he thought he was, telling my son I wasn’t paying.

“Can I talk to you?” I asked Alec.

“One sec, babe, let me call in the order.”

“Um. No. Now, please.”

The damn jerk smiled and winked at Rory who was watching the two of us and followed me into the kitchen.

“Don’t mind me, I’m leaving.” Becky chuckled and slid past us.

“Do you not want pizza?”

What? Was he insane?

“I’m grateful for all your help today. Especially with Rory and Caleb. But—”

“You’re welcome. Now, is pizza okay?”

“Don’t cut me off,” I fumed.

“Macy, I appreciate your gratitude. It’s been a hard day for you, for the kids. Rory’s sick and scared. Caleb’s holding it together but being watchful. So far you’ve been dealing, but I’m waiting for the first crack in that wall you’ve built around today’s events. So, babe, I’m sorry this is gonna piss you off but I don’t want to hear your but. I don’t want to hear your excuses for not wanting me here. Or any new reasons you’ve come up with to push me away. Because right now this is not about you and me. It’s about you, Rory, and Caleb. And frankly, I cannot keep my anger in check about what the fucker did to you and Rory, while making sure the three of you have what you need at the same time. Not right now, not when every time I look at your beautiful face I see what that motherfucker did to you. Please, baby, give me tonight to just take care of the three of you with no lip.”

“Okay,” I croaked out, because really, what else was there to say?

“I’m gonna kiss you, Macy.”

Alec moved closer, his palms going to my neck, holding me close but loose enough I could move away if I wanted. Then his head lowered and his lips brushed against mine feather-light. My whole body came alive from the soft graze. It wasn’t even a kiss—not a real one—but it set me on fire. Good night, this man was lethal.

“I can still taste you on my tongue. I dream of you, the way your tits press against my chest. The way you soften under my hands. Fuck, Macy, five days later and I’m still hard for you.”

Christ on a cracker was right!

My legs were jelly, my heart was racing, my girly parts were definitely awake and raring to go, and I was in desperate need of clean panties.

I whimpered and Alec smiled.

“Soon, Macy.”

With a kiss to the top of my head, he left me standing in my kitchen.

Becky must not have gone very far because not even ten seconds after Alec disappeared, she appeared fanning her face, her mouth hanging open.

“Good God,” she breathed. “You are so fucked. I hope for your sake he’s half as good as he looks like he’d be.”

She wasn’t wrong. I was fucked, in more ways than one.