Never Forget (Memories #1)(42)
Author: Emma Hart

"Okay, Princess?"

I nod against his shoulder and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling me closer to him, letting him in deeper. My breathing quickens and I can feel his heart beating through his chest, matching mine.

We move in sync, as one.

I know I’ll never experience another moment like this again.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ALEXIS

Have you ever had that feeling that everyone is watching you?

I glance around the kitchen table for the fiftieth time this morning. Dad’s reading the paper, Mum’s talking to Gram and Bing is eyeing me curiously.

I swallow and concentrate back on my breakfast. Of course, it would be Bing.

”Tesco then, Mum.” Mum stands and helps Grammy up.

”Of course, dear. I just need to take my heartburn tablets.” She shuffles across the kitchen to the cupboard.

”Si, are you coming or is the paper attached to your face?” Mum asks him.

”It’s attached to my face, darling. I’ll have to give this a miss,” Dad replies without missing a beat.

”He’s not even reading the business section,” Bing mumbles.

”Samuel,”

”He’s reading the gossip section,” he carries on. ”John Terry cheated again.”

”Simon, up!” Mum orders, snatching the paper. She glances at it. ”What a no good bastard.”

”I sold him a house once. He bought you that diamond necklace,” Dad huffs.

”Then he may have it back.” Mum dumps the paper in the bin and Dad rolls his eyes, waving goodbye as he follows Mum and Gram out.

The door shuts.

”Something is wrong with you,” Bing states, leaning his chair back and rocking.

”Why would there be anything wrong with me?” I blink.

”You’re quiet. No snarky remarks, sarcastic smirks or anything. He rubs his chin. ”Something..”

”I have no idea what you’re on about,” I say nonchalantly and put my bowl in the sink.

”Knock knock.” Alec opens the front door. ”Your Gram said to just come in.”

”Morning,” Bing says, flicking his phone up.

”Good morning, beautiful.” Alec kisses me and I flush.

”Oh-ho!” Bing cackles. ”You finally loosened up!”

”Fuck off,” I mumble and clean up the dishes, hiding my face behind my hair.

”Aw, my baby sister is all grown up.”

”Bing,” I groan, resting my forehead against the sink.

”Going, I’m going.” He backs out of the room.

Alec puts a hand on my back and I straighten up.

”Good morning,” I mutter.

”Still embarrassed?” He pushes my hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear.

”When my brother finds out, yes.”

”Don’t be embarrassed. It’s only me now,” he whispers in my ear. ”And I know every part of you.”

I blush again and step away. ”Okay. I’m going to get dressed.” I run my hand through my hair.

Alec leans back on the counter and folds his arms, smirking. ”Don’t get dressed on my account, Princess.”

I exhale sharply and turn, nodding my head. ”I’ll be back in a minute.”

I run from the kitchen and up the stairs to my room. I shut the door and shake my head. Damn guy turns me to mush with one look. I slap my cheeks and pull a dress from the closet.

Knock.

”What?” I yell through the door. It opens a crack and I turn.

Alec slips in and smiles at me. He moves over to my bed and lies back without a word. I raise my eyebrows.

”Can I help you?”

”No.” He grins. ”Well, you could..”

”What do you want?” I try to hide my smile.

”Okay,” he clears his throat. ”I thought I’d come and talk to you. After all, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

He puts his arms behind his head making his biceps tense. His top rides up slightly and I can see his muscle peeking out. Okay, Mr. Hotstuff. Two of us can play at this game.

”Okay.” I shrug and drape my dress over the chair. I step out of my pyjama bottoms, kicking them into the laundry basket and pull the top over my head. I hook my thumbs into my pants and pull them down, kicking them into the basket the same way I did with the shorts.

I hear Alec inhale loudly as I bend over to reach for some underwear. Floorboards creak as I clip my bra together and settle it in place. Warm hands settle on my waist as I straighten from putting on my pants.

Alec’s hand slides up and across my stomach, cupping my breast. He peppers kisses along my bare shoulder, holding me against him. I freeze and take a deep breath.

”So beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin.

”Alec,” I breathe out.. ”My br-”

He spins me and my lips meet his. He pulls my hips into his and I hold onto his arms. His kiss is hard and hot, his tongue slipping in and caressing mine, demanding it reciprocate. It does. I’m powerless to stop my reaction to him.

We walk sideways across my room and drop back onto the bed slowly. His hand runs up my side, massaging my skin softly with his fingers. I fist his hair and hook my legs around his waist.

”Are you sore?” he asks as he nibbles my earlobe.

I shake my head. ”No, I’m okay.”

”Good.” He grazes his teeth down my neck and I clamp my teeth together. Holy shit.

A loud bang reminds me we’re not alone.

”I hope no one is taking advantage of my sister,” Bing calls and whistles as he walks past.

Alec drops his forehead onto my shoulder and breathes deeply for a minute. ”Okay. I’m good.”

I giggle silently and kiss his cheek, aching everywhere he touched me. I wriggle out from under him and stand up, grabbing my dress and slipping it over my head.

”I need a cold shower or something,” he mutters, rubbing his forehead. I half-smile at him and cross the room towards him. He looks up at me from where he’s sat on the edge of the bed and I rub my thumb across his cheek.

The words.. They’re stuck in my throat.

Again.

Alec smiles and takes my hand, standing up and hugging me to him. ”One day,” he says softly. ”One day, Princess, when you’re ready, you’ll say it. But I know, okay? I know.”

I nod against his chest and he strokes my hair. I tilt my head up and kiss him softly.

”Don’t do that,” he laughs. ”Or we’ll never leave this room.”

”Gotcha.” I step back and wink. I grab my bag and walk to the door. I look over my shoulder. ”Are you coming?”

Alec looks up from my ass. ”Yep. I think I am.”

I roll my eyes and make my way downstairs. One track mind.

~

”Left a bit.”

”You think?”

”Yep. Definitely left.” Jen nods once. I look in the mirror over my shoulder.

”Okay. Lets do it.” I hold the paper to my skin and walk into the room.

The guy traces it onto my skin and I meet Jen’s eyes. She grins manically at me and I breathe deeply when the machine starts up. I hold in my flinch at the first touch of the needle, but I’m surprised when it doesn’t really hurt. It’s more of a stingy tickle.