Chapter Eleven
Two days passed and everything seemed to be going well. The dreams had ceased, momentarily anyway, and Alexa was beginning to feel better. Chris had been hanging around more than usual and JC had the sneaking suspicion that his newfound presence in the house had a lot to do with Alona. Justin had been spending an awful lot of time at JC*s house as well. And, much to JC*s dislike, Alexa seemed to be a little too happy about this. JC was getting tired of walking into his living room only to find Justin giving Alexa a back massage or Alexa trying to teach Justin little snippets of sign language. He hated to admit it, but he was definitely jealous. Not to say that Alexa hadn*t been spending a good share of her time with JC as well. After the last dream, the two of them had grown instantly closer. But JC wanted her all to himself. He didn*t like to share.
It was nearing nine o*clock at night when Alexa decided to turn in for the evening. Justin had just left and Alona was out at a movie with Chris and one of his bodyguards. The house was relatively empty and she decided to try sleeping without any medication for a change. Her jaw was doing much better and even her bruises seemed to be fading away. A night without Valium would probably do her a lot of good. So, kissing JC on the cheek (as was their nightly ritual), she quietly stole away to her bedroom. She was asleep only seconds after her head hit the pillow.
~*~
The dream began innocently enough. Gwenhyfar sat alone in her dressing quarters, softly brushing her long hair. Moonlight shimmered down through the lone window in the room. The air was tense, as if something was about to happen. Not something bad, however. The smile on Gwenhyfar*s lips was a testament to that.
The door to the room opened slowly but Gwenhyfar did not look up. She knew without seeing whom it was that stood behind her. She felt his hands on her shoulders, applying soft pressure. She said nothing, just continued to smile. Soon his fingers were toying with the string that held her nightgown about her neck. As the string was untied, the gown slipped from her slender form. Instantly her neck and shoulders were bared to him. His lips replaced his hands.
"Lance," she sighed, leaning back against him, loving the feel of his tender lips on her hot flesh. "I was beginning to worry you would not come."
"Hush, my love," he instructed her. "I am here. Early or late, it does not matter. Only that I am here."
Without another word he picked her up from the chair and carried her to the bed on the other side of the room. He placed her gently atop the covers and quickly joined her at her side. His kisses excited her like none other she had ever known. Not that she had known many. Only Arthur. Pushing the thought of her husband from her mind, she returned her lover*s passion. Tonight would be their first time to act on the love that had been growing between them. Nothing would ruin this moment.
~*~
Alexa tossed and turned in her bed, intense images of pleasure filling her mind. It felt so real. Everything felt so real.
"Lance," she mumbled in her sleep, her back arching off the bed. Sweat formed on her brow. The fresh cotton sheets clung to her body. An almost unbearable heat pooled between her legs. She had never experienced a dream like this before. She was asleep but she felt every touch, every kiss, every tiny movement. Unbeknownst to her, she let out a loud moan. Every inch of her skin felt as if it were on fire.
~*~
JC heard Alexa from his place in the living room downstairs. He quickly made his way to her bedroom but something stopped him from going inside. She didn*t sound distressed to him. Not in the least. In fact, unless his ears deceived him, it almost sounded like she was*
"Yes*please*"
His eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sound of Alexa*s voice. He knew at that point that he should turn around and walk away. He was a gentleman, he kept telling himself. But it didn*t seem to be working. Almost on its own, his hand reached out and turned the doorknob that would allow him to enter her room.
The sight before him almost sent him to the floor. Alexa was writhing in the middle of her bed, drenched in sweat, but most definitely asleep. JC had an overwhelming urge to be asleep at that very moment as well. He was certain that he wouldn*t mind sharing this dream with her. He knew however, from the growing hardness in his flannel pajama pants, that sleep was out of the question. Instead, he tiptoed quietly to the side of Alexa*s bed, first making sure to close and lock the door to the room.
Alexa cried out and sat up suddenly in the bed. JC nearly had a heart attack. He physically tried to make himself disappear through the floor. But it wasn*t happening. He decided to take what he had coming to him. "Lex*I*m sorry*I didn*t know if*" His voice stopped when he realized that Alexa was smiling.
"Josh," she mumbled, breathing deeply. "Oh Josh*it was so*" she trailed off, unable to find words that would accurately describe what she had just felt. The English language simply didn*t contain that much passion. She settled on one word. "Real."
"I noticed," he confessed, moving closer and then setting down next to her on the bed. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself."
She appreciated his frankness. It didn*t bother her to know he had been watching. Why should it? He had been right there with her in the dream. The name she called him didn*t matter. It was him. Unable to speak, she reached out and grabbed his hand. Her eyes called out to him, pleaded with him, almost begged him. They had known each other only a little over two weeks now, but again, it didn*t matter. She had been wanting this her entire life. Maybe she hadn*t known that this was what she had been looking for, but none the less, she knew now that she had found it.
"What do you need?" JC asked softly, bringing her hand to his lips. He knew innately that he could give her what she was craving. What he was craving.
"You."
Smiling, JC leaned over and kissed Alexa tenderly on the lips. He knew she was physically unable to kiss him back how he wanted her to so he moved his mouth to her neck. It might have been hours or mere minutes or tediously long days, neither of them knew how long it took to be naked and in each other*s arms. The time frame was of no concern, however. When two people wait an eternity to be together again they have all the time in the world to savor the moment.
"You*re so beautiful," JC told Alexa sincerely as he gazed upon her trembling body. He saw beyond the bruises and scrapes. He saw the woman beneath the hard skin she had been forced to grow. "You deserve so much."
Tears came to Alexa*s eyes at his words. She knew he meant what he was saying. For the first time in a long time, her heart didn*t feel broken. It did, however, feel possessed. It was no longer hers. Her heart belonged to JC.
Electricity, fireworks, and blinding light exploded before her eyes when he entered her. They were one. And it was right. So very right. Slow, soft, and right.
"Oh*Lex*" JC*s voice was less than a hushed whisper as he fought to find the right rhythm. He never wanted to cause her pain. But he had this incessant need to feel more of her. He wanted to be deeper, closer.
"Josh*" she almost sobbed, wrapping her arms around his strong back and pulling him nearer. She couldn*t get enough of him. Of this feeling. Of this amazing moment in time.
"I love you." The words rolled off his tongue like second nature. And he meant them. He meant them with every last miniscule piece of his being. Nothing had ever felt this good. No one had ever done this to him. Ever. And he was certain that no one would ever be able to do it again. This was the pinnacle of his existence. It just didn*t get any better than this.
Alexa returned his confession of love instantly. As with JC, it just felt right to say it. There was no hesitation or question or any doubt at all. She loved him. She had loved him. For eternity. The two became caught up in the moment. Sweat dripped from both of them and their moans lingered in the sweltering air. It wasn*t until Alexa called JC Lancelet that the extremity of the situation was realized.
"Is this real?" JC managed through labored breathing.
"It has to be," she squeaked. "It*s too good to not be."
"How can this be happening?"
"I don*t know*but*I*m so glad*"
"Oh, me too*" he paused only briefly. "I*m glad too, Gwenhyfar."
The name had no more than left his lips and Alexa went reeling over the edge into a bliss she hadn*t imagined possible. JC wasn*t far behind her.
Then the phone rang.
Cursing under his breath, JC reached to the bedside table and picked up the receiver. "What?"
It was Justin on the other end of the line. Just calling to see if everything was okay with Alexa, he claimed. He said he couldn*t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
"She*s fine," JC almost growled. "I promise you, she*s fine."
"Maybe you should go check on her," Justin suggested. "Can*t hurt to look."
"I don*t need to check on her*she*s right here with me*in her bed*" he hadn*t meant to sound quite so vindictive.
The phone went dead as Justin hung up and threw his receiver across his bedroom. It shattered against the wall.
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