Into the Dark (6/?)
Title: Into the Dark
Pairing: Hardy x Hannah
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Stalking, Sexy times
Summary: Alec swore off women after his marriage ended, and Hannah is in no rush to date again after breaking Ben’s heart, but sparks fly when they meet. The only problem is that someone else wants Hannah all to himself. Will Hardy be able to protect her? Will Hannah let him?
Note: NSFW
Previously on Into the Dark
Chapter Six
Hannah eyed herself in the mirror and then adjusted the waist of her black leather shorts. She wore a thin cream blouse and a black blazer with them, plus sky high black stilettos. She’d chosen her outfit with care for her second Wicked Desires signing. She didn’t want to dress like a nun, that just wasn’t her style, but she also couldn’t stop thinking about the letters. You have the most gorgeous breasts, and the shirt you wore was such a tease.
Her outfit this time didn’t even offer a hint of cleavage, but the shorts were tantalizingly short. It made her feel better, that she didn’t have to completely change her style to feel shielded. Plus, she thought Alec might like them. On cue, she heard his sharp, perfunctory knock and called for him to let himself in as she combed her fingers through her hair.
“Ye shouldn’t do that, tell people to come in. What if it wasn’t me?” Alec said as he hovered in the doorway to the en suite. Hannah finished arranging her hair and leaned in for a lingering kiss.
“Mmm, but I knew it was you. No one but another copper knocks like you do,” she teased, brushing her fingers against his stomach as she slipped by him.
Alec rolled his eyes but followed after her. “Are ye nearly ready?
“Yep. The publisher is sending a car for us, so no need to get a cab,” Hannah said. She made sure she had everything she needed; extra pens for signing, mints, water, and paracetamol. A horn sounded outside. Alec peeked through the window dressing and saw a sleek black car waiting.
“Car’s here,” he muttered. Hannah grabbed her bag and his hand, pulling him from the house.
She cuddled close in the backseat as the car raced through London to the signing venue. Alec pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. Hannah smiled. She never would have expected it, but after agreeing that he was her bloke she’d felt a sense of peace. Oh, he still excited her. She dreamt every night about having him in her bed. She’d even lost count of how many times she wanked after their routine good-night calls. But there was a certain comfort in calling him hers that she hadn’t felt before.
She leaned over and nipped at his earlobe. “Want to snog in the back seat like a pair of randy teenagers?”
Alec chuckled, and turned his face to kiss her. Hannah slipped her tongue between his lips, stroking against his, but held back from pushing much farther. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, and she knew that Alec wasn’t as adventurous as she was. It didn’t matter though. Just snogging him in the back seat made her stomach clench with desire.
They continued to kiss lazily until the car stopped outside the venue, then Alec got out and handed Hannah out of the car. A few fans were already milling about, mostly women, and they flocked to Hannah once they realized it was her. Alec shifted immediately into protective mode.
“It’s fine,” Hannah murmured as he tensed behind her, ready to whisk her away. She chatted for a moment, and then continued on inside. Abigail was waiting at the door. She took Hannah’s elbow, frowning at Alec as he followed after them to the makeshift dressing room.
“Who’s this? He the bloke you mentioned in your interview last week?” Abigail asked.
“Yeah, he’s the bloke,” Hannah said, offering Alec a sly smile over her shoulder. He grinned back, no doubt thinking of the night, and the orgasms, that had cemented his status as her bloke. Abigail rolled her eyes and continued on.
She left them in a small room, more of a closet really, with strict instructions to be ready for introductions in thirty minutes time. Alec sank onto the small sofa crammed into the room, while Hannah unloaded to contents of her bag onto the small table beneath a mirror. The room was so small that Alec could reach out and touch her from where he sat.
He ran his fingertip over the pocket of her shorts. “I like these.”
“Do you?” Hannah asked, turning around with a cheeky grin. Alec flattened his palm against her bum, following the curve of her hip as she moved. He nodded. Hannah leaned forward, just barely brushing her lips against his. Alec’s hand tightened on her hip.
“Aye.” Hannah straddled his thighs and sank slowly onto his lap, wiggling just a bit when he groaned. His fingers tightened on her thighs. “They make yer legs look fucking incredible.”
Hannah kissed him. Hearing him swear, knowing that she was turning him on, was like a drug that she couldn’t get enough of. It was a powerful feeling.
“You know,” she whispered, licking and sucking her way up his neck. “We have twenty minutes before Abigail comes back. We could do a lot in twenty minutes.”
“I don’t,” he broke off in a hiss as she hit a particularly sensitive spot. “I don’t want the first time I shag ye to be in a closet. I don’t want to be rushed. I want to take my time, taste every inch of ye, make ye mad with wanting me. The same way ye make me mad with wanting you.”
Hannah sat back on his knees. It was the sweetest, hottest rejection she’d ever gotten. His eyes went wide, waiting for her to either run or cry or scream, and he relaxed when she did none of it. She took his face in her hands and pressed a firm kiss to his lips.
“I don’t want to be rushed either.”
The next twenty minutes was passed just talking. When Abigail opened the door, without knocking, and beckoned Hannah to the stage, she kissed Alec and dutifully followed her event coordinator.
The crowd, hundreds of people, was already seated when Hannah took the stage. She waved to everyone and switched on her microphone.
“Hello! Thank you for coming!” She scanned the crowd, making eye contact with random fans. Near the back she made eye contact with a former client. She tried not to frown. Hadn’t he been at her last signing too? Her pulse started to race as she thought about the letters.
The questions were mostly the same as the last signing, and Hannah was grateful. She was too on edge to think of anything new and insightful to say. She answered without thought until the moderator asked about her talk show appearance.
“So you’ve got a bloke? Is he here tonight?”
Hannah smiled, she couldn’t help it. “He is. He’s hiding in the back. Doesn’t like crowds much.”
“Or maybe you just want to keep him all to yourself. He’s gotta be well fit, to snag a lady like you.”
Hannah winked at the crowd. “I suppose you’ll never know.”
#
Three nights later, Hannah sank into a bathtub full of warm, sudsy water. The scent of lavender filled the air and she took a deep breath, relaxing against the small towel she used to pillow her neck. Water sloshed gently as she shifted.
A rock skittered outside.
Hannah turned on some soft music; a sensual song full of low strings that made her think of Alec. She bit her lip, wondering if she could call him. He was working the overnight shift, but if it was slow he could probably take a personal call. She wanted to hear his voice. She closed her eyes and imagined he was there with her, his hands skimming up her stomach to cup her breasts, his fingers brushing against her nipple.
A branch scraped against the side of the house.
Hannah started a bit and frowned. It was breezy outside, but not especially windy. She sighed, pushing the spark of paranoia out of her mind. Her hands resumed drifting over her body, toying between her legs. Thoughts of Alec had Hannah’s blood simmering with desire, as always, and she gasped as she ran a finger over her clit.
There was a thump somewhere outside.
Hannah sat up, water sloshing dangerously close to the sides of the bath, and quickly turned off the music. Her heart raced. She listened for a long moment, but there was no other sound.
A shadow drifted across the wall.
Hannah scrambled from the bath, slipping into her robe and throwing on the lights. She’d lived alone long enough to know the sounds of her house, these noises were not normal.
Another thump, closer.
Hannah scooped up her phone, dialing Alec with shaky fingers as she pressed her face to the French doors of the bathroom, the ones that led out to a small balcony.
“’Lo?”
“There’s someone outside my house,” Hannah gasped, relieved beyond measure to hear Alec’s voice.
“What?”
“There’s someone outside. Maybe trying to find a way in, I don’t know. Alec, please come.” Hannah fought desperately to keep the panic from her voice.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Hannah. Call the police.”
He hung up. She wished that he’d stayed on the line with her, but he was right, she should call the police. The dispatcher told her that someone would be out soon, but Hannah didn’t believe them. They had bigger issues to worry about.
She paced in the kitchen, her hair dripping water on the floor. After a few minutes, the flashing lights of a police car appeared out her window. She ran to the door to let them in, and met a harried Alec jogging up the walk. Hannah threw herself into his arms.
“It’s okay, yer okay,” Alec soothed, smoothing his hand over her hair. He urged her back inside while the police looked around.
“We didn’t find anything, sir,” one of the officers reported to Alec. Hannah frowned.
“Nothing?”
“No. Not a footprint, nothing looks tampered with, not a bit of evidence to say someone was here.” Hannah chewed at her thumbnail. Maybe she was just being paranoid. She’d been so sure…
“Thank ye,” Alec said, escorting the officer out. As soon as he was gone, Alec locked the door. Hannah’s eyes met his and she sighed, rubbing at her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, embarrassment staining her cheeks red.
“Just because there wasn’t evidence, doesn’t mean someone wasn’t outside,” Alec said. Hannah blew out a breath and nodded.
Alec pulled her into his arms and held her for a long moment. When he moved to step out of her embrace, Hannah held tightly. She buried her face in his chest. “I can’t…I don’t want to be alone.”
She leaned back to look at him. “It’s probably silly, but I don’t want to be alone right now. Stay the night?”
Alec kissed her, his lips sliding smoothly over hers, reassuring and comforting. “Aye, I’ll stay.”
He made tea as Hannah drained the tub and combed out her hair, piling it high on her head. She changed into thick, flannel pajamas, hoping they would ward off the chill she couldn’t shake. Alec appeared in her bedroom doorway with two steaming mugs. He set them on the bedside table and then sat down on the bed, opening his arms to her.
“Yer shaking like a leaf,” Alec said as she burrowed into his side.
“I can’t seem to get warm,” Hannah offered. She pressed her nose into his neck, breathing in his scent. Alec hesitated for a moment, and then urged her to look at him.
“Let’s see what can be done about that, aye?”
He kissed her. Not the reassuring kisses of a few minutes before, but kisses that threatened to overwhelm her with their passion. Hannah opened beneath him instinctively, her tongue flicking out to tease his. Alec’s groan rumbled in his chest, sending tingles of pleasure from her breasts to her core.
Alec shifted, scooting them lower on the bed and rolling Hannah beneath him. She hooked her leg around his hip, pressing his pelvis into hers. His cock swelled against her, straining at the zip of his trousers and Hannah circled her hips. He groaned, breaking the kiss.
“Fuck, Hannah,” he rasped. His forehead dropped against hers and he hurriedly worked at the buttons of her flannel top. His fingers were warm against her skin.
“Alec,” she sighed. He teased her nipples into hard peaks and kissed his way down her throat. Hannah let her fingers sift through his hair, scratching at his scalp in a way that made him shudder against her. Alec’s tongue traced its way over her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts. Hannah squirmed beneath him, her fingers tugging at his hair and urging him closer to where she wanted him. He chuckled.
“Impatient,” he teased, just before closing his lips around her nipple. Hannah cried out as he suckled her, his hand skating down her stomach to slip beneath the waistband of her pajamas. Hannah rolled her hips as Alec’s finger traced along her slit.
He didn’t tease her long, quickly pushing a finger inside of her. Hannah keened and bucked as he added a second, curling his fingers just right. She gasped his name, kissed his jaw. Her hand slipped into his trousers, stroking his cock in time with his fingers. Pleasure coiled inside her, winding so tightly she could hardly breathe.
“Inside,” she gasped, squeezing him. “I want you…inside.”
Alec kissed her, hard and hot and hungry. “Oh yes.”
He scrambled off the bed and shucked his clothing as Hannah fished out a condom from the drawer. She wiggled out of her pajamas and then lay back to take in the sight of a naked Alec standing at the foot of her bed. He was lean, but still muscular. All male. Oh, Hannah wanted him, so badly it made her ache. Alec moved to take the condom from her, but she batted his hand away.
“I want to.”
She scooted towards the edge of the bed, her nimble fingers ripping the foil, and then pulled him close by his hips. She stroked his cock idly with her free hand, staring up at him. Alec traced his fingers along her cheek, down her jaw. With a wicked grin, Hannah took him into her mouth.
“Fuck,” he cried out. Hannah hummed and then released him, rolling the condom over his shaft. “Evil woman.”
He pressed forward, forcing her to lay back as he crawled over her. Hannah skated her hands over his chest, down his back, until she reached his bum. She squeezed, pulling him into the cradle of her thighs.
“Alec,” she whispered, tugging at his earlobe with her teeth. “Fuck me.”
He groaned and pulled back, lining himself up and pushing inside of her. They cried out together, taking a moment to savor their first joining. Hannah clenched around him, enjoying the way he filled and stretched her.
Alec began to thrust, slowly at first, allowing them time to find a rhythm. Hannah let her hands roam. She lifted her hips to meet his, urging him on. Alec grunted as his hips slapped against hers. He hooked his arm under her knee and Hannah keened as the new angle sent him that much deeper.
“Yes,” she gasped. “More.”
Hannah leaned up to kiss him, their tongues tangling as Alec’s hips stuttered. Hannah could tell he was losing control. He slipped a hand between them, rubbing tight circles around Hannah’s clit. She cried out, biting into his shoulder.
“Come Hannah, please,” Alec begged. She arched beneath him, an inferno blazing inside her. She gasped as the inferno engulfed her, white-hot pleasure flooding through her veins.
“Yes! Fuck! Alec!”
She shuddered beneath him. Alec shifted to his knees, lifting her hips and changing the angle again. Aftershocks skittered across Hannah’s skin. She watched through heavy lidded eye as Alec chased his own pleasure, his rhythm faltering the closer he got. He came with a shout, pressing his hips hard to hers. Hannah thought she’d never seen anything so sexy.
They collapsed on the mattress, still joined together. “That was bloody incredible.”
Hannah just hummed happily in response. They lay together until Alec softened and slipped from her. He disposed of the condom, then spooned up behind Hannah and pulled the covers over them.
“Feeling better?” Alec asked, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Much,” Hannah said, reaching back to thread her fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry I was so paranoid. Don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Never second guess yerself, Hannah. I’m glad ye called me.”
