witnessed Rich telling her about their parents’ fatal car accident, she hadn’t had any kind of outburst. Assuming it was denial or shock that held her together, he’d kept a watchful eye on her for weeks after that fateful day, only for her to remain stoic—except when she drank too much and let loose with her friends. He suspected all her pain was stored in a tight ball inside, and her method of dealing with the hurt was to act out in dangerous and irresponsible ways.
“I’m sorry, Andy.” She blinked and the moisture in her eyes vanished, as if it had never existed.
“You’re forgiven, pet.” His fingers delved into her silky hair, and he kissed her forehead.
“Should I lay down on the bed now?” His mind still lost in the past, he raised an eyebrow in question. “So you can fuck me,” she clarified, her expression subservient and completely serious.
Holy shit. If Andy had any doubts of how perfect Alice was for him, they vanished in this moment. Adoration and pure, raw desire collided until his hands involuntarily tightened in her hair. God, he wanted her bad. “No. I want you bent over the bed.”
Head lowered, she climbed out of his lap and he directed her into the proper position, slipping her pajama shorts and panties off in the process. He guided her legs apart until her pussy lips peeked out from between her well-punished bottom and upper thighs. Andy’s cock sprang free after he unzipped his jeans, and he fisted it in his hand as he approached Alice from behind. He placed his solid length against her moist folds and harshly pulled her hair, tipping her head back so his mouth was at her ear.
“Who do you belong to, pet?” he rasped, barely recognizing his own voice.
“You. I belong to you,” she answered at once.
He drove forward, filling up her tight, warm cunt. Since they were both clean and she was on birth control pills, they’d stopped using condoms, and he could never get enough of his bare cock slipping into her wet pussy. He yanked her hair again so her back arched and her bottom shifted higher, then he fucked her hard, relentlessly pounding into her with deep, fast strokes until spurting his seed into the pussy that belonged only to him. “Alice.”
After helping her clean up, he tucked her into bed lying on her stomach. She fell asleep immediately, casting a dreamy look his way before her eyes fluttered shut. He remained by her side until the last possible second, stroking her hair and thinking about their future together. Change loomed on the horizon. The tour would end and yet again their relationship would alter, but he felt confident it would be for the best. He longed to provide a more stable environment for the woman he could easily imagine spending the rest of his life with. He smiled. Mrs. Alice Steele had a nice ring to it.
* * *
Days bled into weeks in a blur of music, lights, and Alice for Andy. Having her by his side made all the difference, and his spirits soared as the time to return to Maryland neared. Would she readily agree to move into his townhouse? He hoped so. He wanted her close and under his roof, not only because he desired to keep an eye on her, but because the thought of not sleeping by her side night after night left him aching inside. The subject of their impending living arrangements would have to be broached soon.
Chapter Five
Alice awoke in the Memphis hotel and stretched her legs under the soft sheets. She heard the shower running, so she forced herself to get the coffeemaker going. Andy was a bear until he’d had his morning dose of caffeine. She smiled as she thought of how grumpy—and bossy—he could be at times.
Three weeks had passed since the night he’d claimed her as his. They’d fallen into a comfortable routine, even though each day differed. Some nights they shared a hotel room—and those were the nights they barely got any sleep. Other nights they snuggled close in the small bed behind the red
“I’m sorry, Andy.” She blinked and the moisture in her eyes vanished, as if it had never existed.
“You’re forgiven, pet.” His fingers delved into her silky hair, and he kissed her forehead.
“Should I lay down on the bed now?” His mind still lost in the past, he raised an eyebrow in question. “So you can fuck me,” she clarified, her expression subservient and completely serious.
Holy shit. If Andy had any doubts of how perfect Alice was for him, they vanished in this moment. Adoration and pure, raw desire collided until his hands involuntarily tightened in her hair. God, he wanted her bad. “No. I want you bent over the bed.”
Head lowered, she climbed out of his lap and he directed her into the proper position, slipping her pajama shorts and panties off in the process. He guided her legs apart until her pussy lips peeked out from between her well-punished bottom and upper thighs. Andy’s cock sprang free after he unzipped his jeans, and he fisted it in his hand as he approached Alice from behind. He placed his solid length against her moist folds and harshly pulled her hair, tipping her head back so his mouth was at her ear.
“Who do you belong to, pet?” he rasped, barely recognizing his own voice.
“You. I belong to you,” she answered at once.
He drove forward, filling up her tight, warm cunt. Since they were both clean and she was on birth control pills, they’d stopped using condoms, and he could never get enough of his bare cock slipping into her wet pussy. He yanked her hair again so her back arched and her bottom shifted higher, then he fucked her hard, relentlessly pounding into her with deep, fast strokes until spurting his seed into the pussy that belonged only to him. “Alice.”
After helping her clean up, he tucked her into bed lying on her stomach. She fell asleep immediately, casting a dreamy look his way before her eyes fluttered shut. He remained by her side until the last possible second, stroking her hair and thinking about their future together. Change loomed on the horizon. The tour would end and yet again their relationship would alter, but he felt confident it would be for the best. He longed to provide a more stable environment for the woman he could easily imagine spending the rest of his life with. He smiled. Mrs. Alice Steele had a nice ring to it.
* * *
Days bled into weeks in a blur of music, lights, and Alice for Andy. Having her by his side made all the difference, and his spirits soared as the time to return to Maryland neared. Would she readily agree to move into his townhouse? He hoped so. He wanted her close and under his roof, not only because he desired to keep an eye on her, but because the thought of not sleeping by her side night after night left him aching inside. The subject of their impending living arrangements would have to be broached soon.
Chapter Five
Alice awoke in the Memphis hotel and stretched her legs under the soft sheets. She heard the shower running, so she forced herself to get the coffeemaker going. Andy was a bear until he’d had his morning dose of caffeine. She smiled as she thought of how grumpy—and bossy—he could be at times.
Three weeks had passed since the night he’d claimed her as his. They’d fallen into a comfortable routine, even though each day differed. Some nights they shared a hotel room—and those were the nights they barely got any sleep. Other nights they snuggled close in the small bed behind the red
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