Order (Tattoos and Ties Duet #2)(34)
Alec’s release hit him hard, shooting from him in hot bursts, spilling onto Key's stomach and chest as he fought to maintain consciousness. He collapsed completely on top of Key, his body as sated and spent and limp as Key’s.
His breathing slowed, his mind and body settling as he lay on top of Key. Cocooned completely in his lover's arms, he could feel their hearts thumping in unison. A perfect beat all their own.
No question they were explosive together, and he was determined to make up for lost time. He wanted more, just as soon as he could think coherently again.
“I belong to you,” Alec said and pressed his lips to Key’s chest before he forced himself up, the lightheadedness making him wobbly. They had fallen on his papers, wrinkled and displaced his stacks, and he didn’t care in the least. Instead, he reached to pick up Key’s hand, and tugged. Key only laughed at him, keeping his eyes closed and refusing to budge. “Did you hear me?”
“I thought you were already mine,” Key said, taking his other arm and draping it over his closed eyes, letting out a lengthy yawn.
“Just a reminder.” Alec dropped Key’s hand and reached for his wineglass, downing the rest before he started for the bedroom. “Come on. Shower, bed, sex—in that order. You’ve got a lot to make up for.”
“What? Why do I have a lot to make up for?”
Alec grinned. He’d gotten the desired result. Key rose to a sitting position, letting out an oomph as he attempted to stand and tumbled back to his ass. “I wasn’t the one withholdin’ sex. No more of that bullshit. Understood?”
“We’ll talk about that too. Come on,” Alec said, stopping at the edge of the sofa, wanting Key to come with him.
“Why do we have to talk so much? Just agree,” Key said, finally making it to his feet, before slowly heading his way. “And why can’t we rest here for a few minutes?”
Thunder clapped, rattling the windows near them. Evidently the weatherman had been right this time as the forecasted storm rolled in, making the lights flicker.
“Stop whining and come on before we lose power.” Alec left Key to trail behind him, letting a smile touch his face. He was happy. Seriously, very happy.
Three months later
Alec stood in front of the bathroom mirror, knotting his silk tie while listening to Alexa play Key’s preferred morning playlist. This song was by Five Finger Death Punch, a favorite of Key’s which somehow made it a favorite of Alec’s, the only reason it still continued to play even though Key had left well over an hour ago. Alec cast an appreciative glance at the second sink in his bathroom. The one that been unused for all the months he’d lived there alone. That was no longer the case. It was Key’s sink now, his few toiletries left out for easy reach and his toothbrush securely in the holder right next to Alec’s.
No, Key hadn’t “officially” moved in. He still considered himself a guest in Alec’s home, and much to his heart’s dismay, his mister still hadn’t said those three little words, but Alec had easily justified the lapse by remembering words weren’t Key’s strong suit. Key’s actions spoke louder. What Key excelled at was showing him every single day how loved he truly was. No one had ever made him feel more valued or secure. Key slept over most nights. Only when club business called was the man absent from his dinner table or his bed. Alec had grown more resentful of the club now that he realized how much it controlled their lives.
On that note, he steeled his spine and grabbed his suit jacket before heading toward his home office. He might resent the club, but he was filled with contempt when it came to his own pretentious family. Key had shown him his value, made Alec believe he was worthy of someone’s time and attention…
Stop, justifying, Pierce. You know what needs to be done.
Key could continue the life he had, do whatever he felt obligated to do, but no more of that for Alec. He was done with his old life. Alec had purpose now and an overwhelming need to care for Key which ultimately gave him the strength to act. Starting today, he planned to live as genuinely as possible.
“Good morning, Mr. Alec.”
Shit! Alec jumped. He’d been so caught up in his self-motivational pep talk he hadn’t heard Olivia, his housekeeper, enter the house. With a hand over his pounding heart, he took a calming breath and grinned at her. “You scared me. I didn’t hear you come in. Good morning.” Then he turned to his Echo. “Alexa, stop the music.”
“I found these on the kitchen counter.” She extended her hand, giving him a pocket tire pressure tool and Key’s frayed hair tie. He took both, smiling as he imagined the fit his big, sexy biker might throw when he realized he didn’t have the hair tie on his wrist.
“Thank you.” Alec started down the hall toward his home office when he pivoted around, remembering Key’s suggestions last night for his flower beds. “Also, will you speak to your husband about adding more mums to the front and back yards. The colorful variegated ones, orange to yellow, and maybe some red or plum colors too.” His household team consisted of Olivia who took care of the interior, her husband who acted as the gardener and mechanic for his two vintage automobiles, and her sister, Gabrielle, who ran his errands, stocked the refrigerator, and handled many of the odds and ends of his day to day life. “Also, I’d like to add some cactus plants. Maybe the ones without the thorns?”