Rubbing a hand over his chest, he lets out a low growl, prowling towards me and I let out a loud squeal, jumping up on the bed then land on the other side.
“Don’t you dare,” I say with flaring eyes, pulling a pillow up as my shield. Alec hates shields and I can tell his fingers are itching to knock it out of my hands. “Don’t you dare do this, Alec.”
“Do what?” He grins. Oh, he knows exactly what his doing.
This is what happens every time when he gets a hold of me in the morning. I always end up running late for ballet and he ends up running late for his meetings. And as much as I want to give in, I would like to join him in one of his meetings today before I head to the studio.
“You know what I’m talking about...aaah!” I let out a wailing squeal when he ignores me, lunging at me and I playfully panic, dashing into my closet and I grab the knob so that he won’t be able to get to me.
He keeps growling and snarling, making me laugh but I’m too weak compared to him and he rips the door open, tackling me down amongst skirts and tops and cashmere sweaters. We roll around, his mouth latching onto mine, his tongue finding its way to my breasts and I let out a sharp cry.
“Alec, don’t!”
“Do not say no to me.” He grins and I swear that sometimes he is such a villain. He soils my clean skin with kisses, his hand moving to rub me between my legs but I snap my thighs shut.
At that he growls again, but I plaster a kiss over his sometimes brutal mouth before wriggling underneath him. He reaches for me but I’m already on my feet.
“We’re going to be late,” I breathe and I toss him his shirt. Catching it, he watches me with still dark eyes but he puts it on without any more protests. Grabbing his belt and his slacks, he dresses in silence while I do the same.
Like this we’re just a normal couple going to work. He’s not in the mafia and I don’t have a friend who is still missing.
My stomach drops as always when I think about Trev. He’s still out there, I know he is. He has to be.
“What are you thinking about?”
Tense and with suspicious eyes, his words come sharp and sudden, making me jolt and I stutter, “N...nothing.”
Sometimes it’s like Alec has a radar for whenever I’m thinking of a person other than him. He’s allergic to it. He doesn’t like it. Which is why I try not to talk about Trevor a lot in front of him.
I watch him from the corner of my eye, relieved when he does a curt nod.
“You look beautiful,” Alec says and my lids flutter because I love his praise.
“It’s just yoga pants and a top,” I murmur, moving my hand over the cotton candy sky pattern and I smile.
“I know,” he says, “which is why you are going to wear one of your very long sweaters over it for me.”
He holds it out and with a sigh, I take it and put it on because I know he doesn’t like it when every little curve is on display. Maybe on some other day, I would have protested, put up more of a fight but I know Alec won’t let me in on a meeting with the brotherhood while thinly clad.
Walking into the hallways, we interlink our hands and I look up at him in adoration, needing to crane my head. He bathes in my affection, his chest seeming to inflate and I softly rake my fingers down his pecs.
“So about Trevor,” I begin carefully and Alec tenses, his molars meeting in a clasp that had to have hurt. "Any new information?”
“None.” His answer is sharp and clear. “The search is still ongoing.”
Sighing, I ask, “How long are you going to keep searching?”
“I could stop right now if you want me to.”
I jerk, shaking my head. “No! No...I want you to continue.” I always have to tread so carefully whenever we talk about this because conversations about Trevor always rile Alec up. Taking a deep breath, I ask, “But you do think you’re going to find him, right?”
Alec glances at me from the side, a stern look, one that shows how much he dislikes this conversation. “It bothers me that he takes up so much of your mind,” he says, without really answering my question. “Do you not have any girlfriends you can occupy yourself with?”
“A couple,” I shrug and he nods, looking pleased.
“I like that. I like that you have girlfriends. Maybe you need one of those girls night out.”
Laughing, I tease “You’d just probably follows us and stand in the corner and think that nobody will notice you. And I don’t need a night out. I just need my amazing, powerful husband to find my friend.”