A Recipe For Disaster

Waking up had been the hardest thing to do. I knew that Alexander and I had sex last night and it was really...really amazing; but it wasn't like I was going to tell him that. My screams of ultimate pleasure last night probably said it all already.

Looking at the clock which read: 8:36pm, I slid out of the bed, slipped out of the room and showered in the bathroom of one of the guest rooms.

The hot water hit my back, trickling down as I stood still. Thinking over what had—what we had—just done, together.

I shuddered—and I don't know whether it was good or bad—while thinking of him. My mind was officially messed up. I whined softly and held my head in my hands as I tried to think sanely.

What is he doing to me? We were fucking doomed from the start! As soon as we get married, I'm going to leave and travel around the world; alone! What is wrong with me?!

Every time I tried to think rationally I ended up wanting more of Alexander.

Never thought I'd see the day when I was lusting after the likes of that jerk. Who is officially a sex god in my book

How the fuck can this happen?! How the fuck does all my thoughts turn to wanting more of that crazy bastard?! Yeah, crazy in bed.

"Audrina?" I heard a soft, husky male voice—and for a fleeting second I thought it was Felix. A peeping tom named Alexander poked his head into the unlocked door. How the fuck did I not lock it?

I went to cover my body but Alexander sort of smiled as he said, "don't worry, I've seen all of you already."

I gasped softly at that; not only was he smiling, but he was looking at me in admiration.

"This might be extremely weird but do you mind if I join you?" he asked suddenly. I nearly gagged and choked on my saliva, thinking he was joking, but he wasn't even close to joking.

"I guess so..." I answered reluctantly instead of shouting, 'of course I mind! That's uber bizarre! Are you crazy?!' -Okay, now I must be crazy. And soon I had an all out naked Alexander standing in front of me; the water running his body. Way down. I gulped and looked sideways to the wall, equally scared to look down and at his face.

What's my shitty-as-poo excuse? We are getting married so might as well prepare. Eh, that's not good enough.

But I did anyway, look at his face that is. I wasn't ready to look down even though I'd seen it last night. He was, as I already knew when I had groped him that one time, big.

I tried to study why he was smiling like he was. After all, we hated each other; and yet we had sex last night and now we were showering together. This is totally fucked up—nothing's going right.

It was a small smile; it was lopsided and I could see that he was still only half awake.

"Want me to, er, scrub your back?" He sort of stammered out. There he goes with the insanely weird questions. How bizarrely random I tell you.

I turned around, not saying anything and handed him the vanilla scented body wash. The rough textured scrub hit my back softly and Alexander gently moved it across my skin a circular motion.

No words were spoken as he moved the scrub down my back. Weirdly enough, even though the water was running on hot, I shuddered as he moved lower. The water was already running the foamy soap off and I was going to turn and scrub his back in return but then his arms enclosed me from behind in a gentle embrace. He reached his hand in front and switched the taps off.

I was blushing furiously as I felt his thing—down there—touching my lower back and I shut my eyes tight.

His lips were at my ear and he retracted one of his arms only to softly glide his wandering hand and touchy feely fingers down my arm. Goose bumps unwillingly arose from my skin though his touch felt like scorching fire when his fingertips brushed against my stomach. Suddenly I knew where this was going and wasting no more time, slowly his hand slid down and he touched me.

I gasped out and whimpered softly as he started stimulation. I thought I would fall as my knees became weak but he kept holding me up.

A moan emitted from my lips as I started to feel the heat, which wasn't from the water. No, no, this wasn't supposed to...

I moaned out again and ignored anything rational that my brain had to say; I could only listen to the screams of pleasure my body was feeling right now. I leaned back into his body and found that he'd already gotten even more worked up. I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt him, even bigger.

"How about we take this to the bedroom?" Alexander growled seductively and without any complaints from me he pulled me out of the shower, not bothering to dry ourselves as he went down on me right there in the guest bedroom.

There is something very wrong with me.