THE CAR SAT IDLING IN the paver-stone circle drive of Evan Saint’s home.
Alex walked in front of me, her stride long and her pace quick, the clack of her heels on the stone almost constant.
She was either angry about my surprise or overwhelmed, or maybe a little a bit of both, but the thought of dueling it out with her in the car already had me half hard.
“Slow down,” I advised, grabbing her by the hip to encourage it physically.
“You slow down,” she shot back nonsensically, and I smiled.
“Calm down, little one,” I cooed softly, taking the door from Ben, my driver, and nodding that I had it. He jerked his head up and moved to round the hood as Alex slid into the car.
She glided to the opposite side, and I tucked one foot inside the door and sank into the seat. Once I had the other foot in and the door closed, I could practically feel her questions, shaking inside her and waiting to burst free.
“Now, what’s all this about?” I asked.
Her head jerked toward me, and her mouth opened. “What’s all this… What’s this about? You’re kidding, right?”
I raised just one brow as the car rumbled over the pavers as we exited the driveway.
“How could you not tell me about my new position before the meeting? Why am I even getting it? I’ve only been here a few months, and I’m already getting a promotion? I mean, I just can’t even…”
So many questions, so much indignation…all of it at once, and the way it made me feel so different from days past—I couldn’t even stop myself from teasing her.
“You know, I think you’re the only person ever to question me this much and still be around to do it more.”
Her pulse fluttered wildly in her throat, nearly making the skin vibrate as she straightened her spine and turned to look me dead in the eye. “What are you going to do about it?”
If possible, her throat trembled, the beat of her erratic heart so fast as my eyes darkened at the question. She was everything—madness, sanity, weakness, and strength—all in one tiny package.
I leaned forward quickly, forcing her back into the soft leather of her seat and putting my face close to hers. Her breathing came in fast pants against the flesh of my lips as I got close, and her hands tensed in their spot on top of her legs.
I reached up and, without much thought, wrapped a hand around the inviting thrum in her throat.
“Are you not afraid of me, little one?” I whispered softly, squeezing slightly with the hand at her throat and running the tips of my fingers up the bare skin of her thigh with the other.
She shook her head no, just barely.
“But it doesn’t stop you,” I murmured.
“Of course not,” she answered on a whisper.
“Why?”
She swallowed thickly, the line of her throat contracting in my hand. “I’m more afraid of letting the fear stop me from having what I want.”
So swiftly she gasped, I released her throat and grabbed her hips at once, lifting her and settling her down on my lap. Her eyes held mine as I sank my hands into her hair. “And you want me.” She moaned, grinding onto the feel of my hard cock.
I skimmed her lips with my own, once, twice, three times, until I had to have my tongue in her mouth. She tasted sweeter than she smelled, and the feel of her on top of me spread warmth in my chest. I pulled her back by her hair, almost violently, I knew, and I waited for her rolling eyes to come back to me.
“I want you too,” I told her easily, the admission the truest words I’d ever spoken. In that moment, I wasn’t being who anyone wanted me to be. I was myself, and Alex was the muse that led me to him.
Wonderland and John Hadder had saved me as a boy. Alex in Wonderland was saving me now—from a life alone, from a life without love…from a life without living.
“I want you too,” I repeated. She’d probably never understand the reason for emphasis, the true revelation I’d just felt, and I was okay with that. I didn’t want that weight on her. I didn’t want to change her.
I wanted her exactly as she was right then.
She shifted restlessly on top of me, and I slammed my lips back to hers. She was wild and needy, and our clothes were entirely too in the way at this point.
I ripped her top, the buttons scattering along the seat and floor of the car, and yanked the cups of her bra down until each perfect tit spilled out and sat on top.
She gasped and keened as I ate at them one at a time, circling the nipple with my tongue before nibbling with my teeth, and finishing by sucking the entirety of the flesh into my warm mouth.
Her skirt was easy enough to deal with by yanking it up around her hips, but my pants were another story. She whimpered as she shoved her hands in between us, tearing at the fabric without actually getting anywhere.
I pushed her back onto my knees and dealt with the buckle on my belt myself, not even pausing before undoing the button and zipper on my pants and yanking my cock free.
She moved forward without invitation and sank down on me in one smooth stroke. Normally, I had to work to seat my large girth inside her petite body, but she was so ready this time it didn’t matter.
“Oh God. Oh, yeah,” she chanted. “Matt!”
“That’s it,” I coached. “Ride me until you get there, little one. Use my cock, take all of it,” I warned, “because after you’re done, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll pass out.”
“Jesus, Matt. Oh my God.”
“Yeah,” I urged, keeping a tight hold on what little control I had left as she bounced on me, her tits so decadent I couldn’t help but bury my face in them for another taste.
“Ride me, little Alex,” I pushed. “Ride me until you come. Chase your fucking pleasure, greedy girl.”
She cried out as her cunt gripped my cock, climaxing so hard her eyes rolled back in her head. I rode it with her, greedy too, stroke for stroke until she stopped moving.
With a quick flip, I put her face in the seat, my dick back in her heat, grabbed her hips, and made her mine with the savagery everyone knew me for.
She groaned endlessly, one sharp cry breaking through the guttural sound every five or six strokes, but she stayed with me, pushing back onto my cock as best she could.
I was mindless, the tick of pleasure like a bomb on its countdown as it ran down my spine and gripped tightly on to my balls.
Come spurting, I closed my eyes and roared as my climax washed through me, the sharp flex of my hands on her hips enough to bruise her.
She whimpered, collapsing softly as a second climax deep in her cunt milked me for every last drop.
“I thought I knew Wonderland,” I told her tenderly as I collapsed on top of her. “But it turns out I can be wrong because I was just eight fucking inches deep inside it.”