Find Me Alastar(35)

He pulls the car over on the side of the road near a park which is dark and unlit.

My heart is beating through my chest, what’s he doing?

He turns to me. “I want to know what’s going on with you and him?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

I scratch my head uncomfortably.

“You told me he was your boyfriend. Then you told me you only just met him that day. Last night you were missing. Tonight I find you alone in a courtyard and just about to kiss him. Now you tell me that you lied to him about where you will be tonight. What the hell is going on?” He growls.

I close my eyes, what a mess. I blow out a breath. “I did only meet him that day I met you in the shop.”

“But?”

“But I had been speaking to him online for a year before I came to London.”

His eyes hold mine as he thinks.

“He’s the reason I came to London.” I sigh.

“He’s not the f*cking reason you are here?” He barks.

“Listen,” I say quickly. “I don’t like him that way, but seeing as though I have had a friendship with him for so long, I can’t just turn around and be a bitch. I haven’t worked out how to tell him that I’m not interested yet.”

“So you are with him?”

“No!” I snap.

“Have you been with him?”

“Never.”

His eyes hold mine. I smile and lean over to cup his face. “Look at you getting all jealous.” I gently kiss him and my tongue traces his closed lips, my hand running over the stubble on his face.

I kiss him again and he gently opens his mouth to allow me access.

“Why are you jealous?” I whisper.

He kisses me, all suction, and I feel myself go weak. “I don’t share,” he whispers into my lips and I smile against him. I shouldn’t be so happy with that answer, but for some reason I really am.

He grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard and I unbuckle my seatbelt to lean over him.

“Get on me,” he whispers.

Fuck, again. I go to lean farther towards him, but the steering wheel blocks my access.

He pulls away from my kiss. “My place.”

He starts the car.

Crap, I don’t even know this guy. What if he has cameras or some shit in his room?

“Can we go to my house?” I ask.

His eyes shoot over to me as he drives and he frowns. “Where do you live?”

“Umm.” I frown. “I don’t even know.” I grab my phone out and bring up the address and pass it over to him. He nods as though he knows it. He drives up the road a bit and pulls the car over.”

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Getting something to drink. Any requests?”

I shake my head and nervously fake a smile.

He jumps out of the car and walks across the road and I watch him disappear into the liquor shop.

I quickly take out my phone and text Brielle.

I am on my way back to my house with Alastar.

Wish me luck.



I quickly put my phone away as he bounces into the car with a huge bag of alcohol.

He passes it over to me. “What the hell? Are you planning on having a party?” I frown as I pull out the bottle of tequila.

He smiles sexily and keeps his eyes on the road.

“Are you planning on getting me drunk?”

“Aye, I am,” his voice and that accent is so damn sexy.

I laugh. “Why?’

His dark eyes flick to me. “Because the way I am feeling tonight, I don’t have it me to be gentle, and you are going to need some serious pain management.” He raises his eyebrow defiantly.

I swallow the lump in my throat, he’s not even joking. “Oh,” I whisper. Shit, what do you say to that? I know I should have a witty comeback but my brain has literally just been fried. I stare out the front windscreen as my brain malfunctions.

That may just be the hottest or scariest statement I think I have ever heard from a man in my life.

We finally make it to my front door and I thank the Lord that my two flat mates have gone to their music festival. I have the apartment to myself for the whole weekend. Although, as I look to the gorgeous man standing next to me holding three bottles of wine and a bottle of tequila, that could be debatable.

Maybe a reason to be quiet would be good.

He stands behind me as I open the door and starts to trail his lips up and down my neck, occasionally biting me. I stand with the key in front of the keyhole, unable to put a thought together or even open the door.

He reaches around and takes the key from me, opening the door before he turns me around in his arms to kiss him and begins to walk with me tiptoeing backwards. He drops the bottle of liquor on the table and then he has me up against a wall, his hard cock rubbing up against me, and his lips abusing my mouth.

We stand kissing for an extended time and I am lost for breath.

He stands back and his eyes drop down my body for a moment. “Do you want to play a game?”

I smile.

He picks up the bottle of liquor and leads me by the hand into the kitchen.

“Shot glasses?” he asks.

“Umm.” I try to think where I have seen them. “Top cupboard.”