Mia's Return (3 page)

“Why don’t you shut the door and keep
the cool air inside?” she suggested, trying to sound calm.

He shut it and lifted a brow in a
silent question.

“Thanks,” she said stiffly and went
back to work…or tried to. She couldn’t settle to it but refused to
look back up, because she was almost certain the man was looking at
her, still. When Juan came back to the front door where he stood,
she allowed herself to look up and was glad to see the man was
looking at Juan. She had a feeling, though, that she was not wrong,
that until Juan entered the room he had been watching her.

After that, the man who she quickly
learned was called Alexander le Croix seemed to appear at their
trailer every few days or so. Sometimes he was with one of her
brothers. Sometimes he wasn’t. He always had business of some kind,
some reason for calling by.

Shamira found that her pulse would jump
each time she realized Alexander was at the door. She was aware of
the boys at school in a giggly schoolgirl way, but Alexander was
different. Alexander was a man and made her pussy ache and her clit
throb, virgin though she was. Her nipples would swell when she saw
him and when she thought of him.

She was careful not to let her brothers
know of her reactions to him. They would kill her, then shoot
Alexander, if they learned of her attraction to him.

A year wound on and she turned
seventeen. Her feelings for Alexander grew stronger and more
embedded. She would lie awake in her bed at night and masturbate,
thinking of how he might fuck her, his cock driving into her while
he watched her with his blue eyes. Then she would climax with
powerful orgasms, choking her cries so no one in the trailer would
hear her.

Her knowledge of Alexander le Croix
grew more sophisticated, too. A question here, a casual comment
there, and over fourteen months she built a solid picture of him,
possibly more complex than even the local police files. Certainly,
she knew more about Alexander’s sexual preferences.

He’d come out of Louisiana in his
mid-twenties and cast off his accent as quickly as he could, along
with his family ties. He had not looked back. Some said he didn’t
return because of shame, some said orphan, some said he had been
cast out. After roaming for four years, he’d stumbled into
California, ended up in San Diego and took a liking to the dry
heat.

Money trouble landed him in a deal with
a loan shark. But Alexander was a mathematical genius, a lightning
calculator, able to compute odds instantly. He had used his skills
to gamble with the loan shark on an all-or-nothing bet that he’d
won with interest.

His ability had come to the attention
of the shark’s boss and Alexander’s entry into business life was a
lock, for the boss had not appreciated the irony of the bet the way
Alexander had.

Since his forced recruitment, Alexander
had been working his way up the sometimes slippery chain of
command, doing deals and taking what enjoyment he could from life.
That enjoyment, in large part, included women.

Alexander liked women a lot and had a
reputation for hunting and seducing the most attractive and
hardest-to-get women in San Diego and bringing them to their knees.
He liked to dominate them in bed. Here, Mia’s information became
sketchy, for she’d been forced to rely on second and third-hand
gossip and rumors, drawn from friends of friends of women whom
Alexander had bedded. Mia didn’t know the types of woman Alexander
hunted directly. She was too young and far too protected. But the
rumors were fascinating. There were hints of toys, bondage,
more.

The whispers were enough for Mia to
expand her own sexual education, to illicitly read about these
things. What she read excited her, as she imagined Alexander doing
those things to her—tying her up, using dildos on her, licking her
clit until she came. Even darker, more wicked play. Anal sex.
Threesomes. Always, she imagined her hands thrusting into his dark
red hair as she arched hard in the throes of a throbbing climax
that he gave her. Mia’s masturbation sessions became even more
frantic and heated.

She could barely look Alexander in the
eye when he was in the room. What if he saw the knowledge in her
face? She was always wet and ready for him and imagined his gaze
following her as she moved about the trailer.

Juan brought Bruno Perez home for
dinner one night, as well as Alexander. Alexander silently took his
usual seat next to her mother, the position of honor. Her mother
had long ago decided Alexander was wonderful, for he never failed
to bring her flowers or compliment her in flawless Spanish. Their
father had died five years ago of cancer and her mother was the
head of the family, although Juan really controlled it.

Mia stared at Juan, silently demanding
an explanation for Bruno.

“Bruno is taking you on a date
tonight,” Juan said. “I arranged it.”

Bruno looked down at the table.

“You
what
?” Mia cried, bouncing
back up off her chair. “How dare you!”

“You’re nearly eighteen, Mia,” Juan
said. “You’ve never had a date—”

“
No one gets to call me Mia except
Alexander!
” she screamed.

Silence. She could feel the shock
around the table. Finally, she dared to look at Alexander. His blue
eyes were drilling into hers. There was no laughter there. No
misunderstanding. He knew exactly what she was offering…and there
was acceptance.

She almost moaned with the sudden
pleasure and anticipation rippling through her.

Alexander cleared his throat. “Perhaps
you
should
go on a date, Mia,” he said mildly, “if you’ve
never been on one. They can be fun.”

Juan was still staring at her, his
mouth open, as if the cat had suddenly begun to speak and in
Finnish, to boot. Her mother had her hands to her cheeks, appalled
at the drama at her table.

Mia was trembling. Slowly, she sat
down, realizing that Alexander was trying to minimize the damage
and cover it up. He was controlling things. He had accepted her and
now he was protecting her.

Her pussy clenched, squeezing out
cream.

“I suppose one date won’t hurt,” she
said stiffly, picking up her knife and fork.

Juan, with no argument left to fight,
blew out his breath. “Fine,” he said and began to eat. Bruno, after
some hesitation, also began to eat.

It should have been the most awkward
meal of her life but all Mia could think of was the man on the
other side of the table from her.

He wanted her
.

She could feel her body wanting to go
up in flames with the potential of what might happen now. She even
submitted to the process of her first date with serene good humor.
She dressed the part, wearing a virginal, pretty dress and accepted
her brother’s offer of a ride to the cinema and Bruno’s clumsy
attempt at a seduction in the backseat with almost hysterical
amusement. Bruno walked her back to the trailer and she let him
kiss her goodnight but didn’t invite him in. Juan was waiting
inside with big brother seriousness. She bade Juan goodnight and
headed to bed, where she would at last be alone and able to deal
with her thoughts.

Alexander was waiting for her in her
room.

Mia had not thought her body could
possibly withstand any more heat but the moment she saw him sitting
on the edge of her narrow bed, she flushed from head to toe. Her
nipples hardened.

She swallowed, her hand hovering over
the light switch.

Alexander held a long finger against
his lips but the caution was needless. She’d learned from long
experience with her own orgasms that the walls in the trailer were
paper-thin.

She left the light off, kicked off her
shoes and put them to one side with the others. She moved to the
edge of the bed next to him and put her lips next to his ear. This
close, she could feel his body heat. “Did you force my window?” she
said in English.

He turned his head to murmur into her
ear. His breath fanned her cheek. “It wasn’t so hard. We must
talk.”

“I like your voice when you speak
English.”

“Surprising. English is an ugly
language.” He paused. “Mia, do you have any idea what you’re
getting into? What you’re asking for?”

She shuddered, as images cascaded
through her mind, a catalogue of her daydreams and research in
rapid succession. Prime among them, her naked body spread beneath
him as Alexander held her down and slid his cock into her pussy.
She studied him in the moonlight and all she could see was what he
would look like naked and resting over her, straining for release,
instead of calmly sitting on the edge of her bed. “Yes,” she
breathed, her voice hoarse.

Alexander lifted her chin, looking at
her in the light streaming through the window. “You’re too young,”
he said. “I’ll ruin you.”

“I don’t care.”

“You should.” He stood up and moved to
the window.

She reached for him. “Does that mean
you won’t take me?” She wound her arms around him, trying to keep
him near.

“If I were any sort of man at all, I
wouldn’t,” he told her, his lips brushing her cheek as he spoke,
making her tremble. “Maybe I’ll find the strength to say no,
yet.”

Her heart squeezed to a halt. “I don’t
want you to say no,” she whispered and pressed herself up against
him. She was uncertain of how effective it would be, or exactly how
much power she had over him…a seventeen year old virgin’s charms
against all the gorgeous women he had dominated, fucked and
left?

But the effect was magical. He choked
back a groan and pulled her even more tightly against him. She
could feel his cock against her stomach, beating with life of its
own. His hand was on her ass, pressing her hips against him while
his hand twined in her hair where it lay against her back, so that
her breasts were pressed against his chest, with only the silk
business shirt he wore and her white cotton sundress separating
them. She had deliberately worn no bra tonight to measure how
desperate Juan was to have her bedded and out of his hair as a
little sister. Juan had raised no protest.

Now Alexander would be able to feel her
nipples against him, telling him of her arousal, if the heat of her
did not.

He let her go and she could feel his
reluctance. Wordlessly, he climbed out the window and was gone,
leaving her to her lonely bed once more.

Their encounters after that became more
heated and pointed. Mia began to realize she had power of a kind
over Alexander and used it mercilessly. If there was no one else in
the room, Mia would press herself against him, or touch him.
Gradually, her touching became more direct, as she learned what
worked best, what was most devastatingly effective upon him. If
there was time, she would unfasten or unbutton his shirt and stroke
or lick his chest and abdomen, her body undulating with pleasure.
She liked to make him groan and to leave him breathless. She found
the most delight in making his cock rock-hard and throbbing, but
she never touched it directly. Sometimes she would tease him by
brushing against the material tenting over it and drawing her
fingernail down the straining fabric, so that the vibrations would
transmit against his cock. Alexander would suck in his breath in a
sharp hiss or groan. She would cup and squeeze his ass through his
trousers and press her breasts against him, rubbing until her
nipples ached.

He did not initiate anything. He seemed
reluctant to seduce her in any way and acted like a man tortured by
his own feelings. Despite her teasing he did not respond to her,
even though he looked like a man just holding onto the edges of his
control—he looked tired and when Mia was teasing him, his knuckles
would whiten and his jaw would flex as he fought to keep still.

But he did not stay away, either. He
kept returning to the trailer, finding excuses to come back, some
of them flimsy even to Mia’s ears. “You have to find better
reasons, Alexander. You have bosses, people who don’t like to be
fucked with. They don’t just fire you, in your business. They take
you out into a lonely canyon and two weeks later the police find a
body with a bullet in the base of its skull and they’re trying to
match fingerprints.”

But still, he kept returning and she
kept up her one-way seduction, unable to stop herself.

Until, on her eighteenth birthday,
Alexander kissed her twice.

The first one was a chaste kiss on the
cheek in front of her family, around the kitchen table. She smiled
her thanks and waited. Her opportunity came two hours later, when
the party was winding down. She saw Alexander take the garbage bags
out to the bins at the end of the park. She checked to make sure no
one was watching her, then slipped out the front door and circled
around to meet him as he was heading back.

“You owe me a better kiss than that
peck you gave me,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his
waist.

He glanced around for witnesses but she
didn’t care. The trailer park could go fuck itself. They’d all tell
Juan but what could Juan do? This was
Alexander
.

“Let go, Mia,” he said quietly. “You
know this isn’t a good idea.”

“Just kiss me, Alex. It’s dark. The
world will see you kissing yet another woman.”

“You really think I give a damn what
the world thinks?” he said sharply.

“Then why…?”

“For the love of…” he said with a sigh.
He dipped his head, his hands about her face and kissed her.

Her breath left her in a rush as his
lips fitted over hers. It felt
right
. All her imaginings,
all her fantasies, had not painted it better than this. She had not
conceived the heat, the softness, the moisture of his lips and his
tongue as it stole into her mouth and stroked her teeth and
tongue.