Mixed Worlds

Chapter Twenty Nine - I Can’t Wait To Go Home

    So here we are, laying in my bed a half hour later, both still stumped on what to do next. 

     “Well, let’s get going then. I’ll see if we can raid Lucas’ dresser and find something for you to wear.” I push myself over to my nightstand, and grab my phone. 

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     -hey. Can Alex borrow a pair of jeans and a shirt? We want to go to the city. -Al

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    ~yep. Doors open. Help urself. Not my leather jacket  

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     -thx

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    ~no prob

            “Okay, let’s go find something for you to wear.” I pull Alex up, and before I reach the door he turns me around and holds my shoulders.

            “Don’t push how you’re feeling off to the side, okay? You can’t please everyone and you need to remember that.” I give him a soft smile and a nod.

            “I know. It’s just hard when I keep hurting the people I care about.” 

            “Do you love him?” My eyes go wide, and my mouth gapes open. “Maybe not the same as before, but do you still have feelings for him?” I look down, unsure of what to say.

            “It hurts to see him upset, and angry and using, and I don’t want that in my life. I want you. Everything I want, I want with you. Blame it on the mate bond, but I swear the moment I met you I knew you were going to be in my life for a long time. I feel like because Jack and I have so much history together, it’s hard for me to completely pull away. I want him to be happy, but I know it’s not with me. I need him to understand that my heart is spoken for, even if a few days ago it was just me and him. Something was missing, and then I found you.” I put a hand on his cheek, and smile. “You have nothing to worry about when it comes to Jack. I have no thoughts like that towards him. I promise.”

            “Okay. That’s good because I don’t know how I’d feel about having to share you.” He laughs, and kisses my forehead. “Alright, let’s go get me dressed and head out.”

            After we search through Lucas’ clothes, we find a pair of jeans, a simple black shirt, and a red and black plaid button up. I grabbed a pair of socks for him, and after he puts them on he ties up his sneakers. I think about how I can’t wait to take the clothes off later, but have him leave the plaid on because he looks oh-so-yummy in it. Alex walks over to me, and kisses me hard. 

            “What was that for?” I ask, confused.

            “You have loud thoughts, my love.” I blush and we both laugh. 

            “I guess I’m not very good at separating the mindlink and my personal thoughts.” We laugh again and make our way to the garage. I grab the keys to my truck, and Alex is awestruck. 

            “Wait, this is yours?” He stares at my truck. “I thought it was Luke’s. As if it were possible, you just got even sexier.” I roll my eyes and we get in. We take off towards Kansas City, and sing to the radio the whole way. ‘Kill The Lights’ by the Glorious Sons comes on, and he sings every word perfectly. His voice is thick and smooth like honey.

            We pull into the mall, and as we walk up to the doors he takes my hand in his. For the moment, it feels like we’re a normal couple without a care in the world. We go from shop to shop, and I insist on paying for some of his new wardrobe since I feel like it’s my fault he lost his clothes. He picks out a few alternative shirts with band logos, a couple plain black shirts, and two button up shirts. One black and one a deep red. A few pairs of jeans, and a couple of cargo shorts. We head to the shoe outlet and he pays for a new pair of sneakers and a pair of black combat boots. He sees me eying up a pair of the boots too, and after dragging my shoe size out of me, he gets a pair for me too.

            Hands full and stomachs empty, we head to the food court and order some Chinese food. “Do vampires eat normal food?” I ask.

            “Some do, some don’t. It depends on what kind of upbringing they had when they first turned. If. I was a full vamp, I don’t think I would never be able to turn down some Chinese noodles.” He takes a big bite, and slurps up his noodles and gets broth all over his chin. I laugh as I wipe his chin. We have a comfortable conversation about our hopes and dreams before our lives got crazy. He tells me he went to college to be an architect, and hopes to climb the ladder and become a CEO one day.  I share that I went to school to become a horticulture technician, and we dream of having our own company together. He designs the house, and I take care of the landscaping.  We finish our food, and I drag him into a lingerie store. 

            “I need some new… delicates.” I laugh. 

            “Fine, as long as I get my own private show later.” He follows me throughout the store as I pick out a few sets of matching bras and panties, and I pick out a new night slip. I ask him to go grab us a drink, and he slides me his credit card. “Use it, get what you want. 1739.” I smile big and he walks out of the store. I grab a few things to try on, and settle on a black mesh outfit. It cups my breasts just right, and covers them in a thin lace pattern. There’s little flecks of gold throughout, and it hangs down to my hips. The matching underwear has lace all throughout, and is a comfortable boyshort that accentuates my ass perfectly. I cash out, and walk out to find Alex.  

            I find him at a phone kiosk, and I see that he’s talking to the Barbie-looking sales rep. She’s leaning over the counter, and her employee shirt is unbuttoned so much that you can see the top of her bright pink bra. Suddenly I have the urge to jump over that counter and rip out her ratty looking hair extensions. A low growl escapes me, and I march right up to them. I pass Alex back his credit card, and flash my full bag of new clothes for our ‘private show’. The girl gives me a sour look, and I give her a snarky smile. 

            “I’m ready to go babe. Did you get your phone working yet? I can’t wait to get home.” I push myself into him and wink. His face becomes full of lust, and his eyes go dark.

            “No, I just bought the charger. But that can wait, I want to see what you bought for me.” He winks, and grabs my ass. Without a second look at the bimbo, he takes my hand and we walk away from the counter. I turn my head and shoot daggers at her, and her eyes go wide and she turns to her paperwork behind the counter. Alex walks with a hop in his step and has a big smile across his face. Women stare at him, and glare at me. If I could, I would jump this man in the middle of the mall to show everyone he’s mine. I didn’t think I was the jealous type, but, here I am. Rage and fury and the need to make him shudder beneath me.

            “I want you. Now.” I squeeze his hand, and his face turns to shock. He c***s his head in confusion, and raises an eyebrow.

            “What? Here?” He says quietly. I nod with a devilish grin and suddenly I’m thrown over his shoulder and I’m full of giggles as we walk down the halls that are packed full of people. I hold tight onto our shopping bags and some people are laughing, some are avoiding eye contact, and some are just plain confused as to what’s going on. We turn a corner and walk right into the parking garage. I struggle to find my keys and unlock the truck. Alex sets me down, throws our bags into the bed of the truck, swings open the door and pulls up the seats. I climb in, and I tug on his shirt and drag him into the truck. He swings the door shut and I crash my lips onto his. Our kiss is exotic, as if we are both starving and only this kiss will satisfy the hunger. He literally rips my shirt off and unclamps my bra. I pull his jeans down, and he lays me back and takes mine off in one move. He kicks his pants off, and he lays on top of me as I wrap my arms around him. He kisses my neck and plays with my n****e. He’s grinding into me, and I push him up and look him in the eye. 

            “Enough foreplay. f**k me. Now.” He chuckles and nods his head. 

            “Yes ma’am” he says with a little western twang. I laugh as he flips me over, and pulls me up onto my knees. I place my hands on the door in front of me, and without warning he plunges into me. I let out a moan as he grabs my hair at the base of my neck, and pulls my head back. I’m following his rhythm and pushing back to meet his thrusts. He lets go of my hair and holds a tight grip on my hips. I feel him pushing my cheeks open as he pushes in deeper. I’m crying out in pleasure as I tighten myself around him. “f**k, you’re so tight.” He growls deeply and he’s moving faster and faster. 

            “Alex, don’t stop!” I cry. “f**k!” He grunts and suddenly he slows down. I can tell he’s finished, but then his grip tightens and he keeps moving in and out of me. He picks up his pace again, and I’m confused.

            “Don’t you worry, we aren’t finished until I make you drip down your legs.” And, as I said before, this man can talk me right into cumming. A few thrusts more, and he’s pulled me up so my back is arching against his chest. He bites into my neck, and a white-hot pain of pleasure rips through me as my gates break open and I gush as I scream in pleasure and happiness. He licks the length of my neck, and kisses my cheek. We both collapse into the floor of my truck, and we both barely breathe. 

            “That. Was. f*****g. Amazing.” I pant. We both laugh and he takes my hand in his.

            “What brought that on? I mean, I figured you were a bit kinky with the whole hair pulling thing, but you totally threw me for a loop.” He turns and props himself up on his elbow, and drapes an arm over my stomach.

            “It drove me crazy to see everyone drooling over you. Barbie didn’t help it either. I wanted everyone to know that you were mine.” He smiles, and kisses me softly and holds my chin up so his lips. 

            “Well, we definitely made sure everyone knew.” We both laugh, and we sit up and start getting dressed. Alex helps me put my bra back on, and he gives me his plaid shirt to wear since my cute top was so brutally ripped to pieces. “Also, I’m sorry about your shirt.” He gives me a cute over dramatic grin, and I can help but laugh. I zip up my jeans and toss my hair into a bun.

            “We’ll just have to come back to the mall and you can get me a new one.” I wink.

            “Deal.” Alex gets out of the truck and holds my hand to help me jump down. My legs are so shaky they give out, so Alex picks me up and sets me in the passenger seat. I give him my keys and he hops in.

            “You’ll have to slow down before you can turn on the 4x4 when we get on the gravel roads. Please be gentle on the flat road, I just had new tires put on. Oh, and don’t forget to push this button to bring up the sidesteps,” I point to said button, “and please, PLEASE be careful.” He laughs the whole time I’m explaining this, and he buckles his seatbelt and leans over the console. 

            “It’s not my first time driving a truck Ally. I promise I’ll be safe.” I smile sheepishly as he pulls his phone out and his new charger. He plugs it into the truck and waits for it to turn on. “The screen is a bit cracked, but I’m hoping I can still use it.” I sit patiently with him and when the apple logo finally appears on his screen and when the phone is done loading, it rings, beeps and whistles for about two minutes. He unlocks the phone, and starts skimming over messages. “My friends from back home, my landlord, my- uh my, ex, girlfriend.” I raise a sarcastic eyebrow. “And about 50 missed calls and texts from Noah. I guess the guy’s still kickin’. I feel so bad.” 

            “Does he know about you? That you’re a hybrid?” He nods. He takes a deep breath and rubs his face.

            “He does. Long story short when we met in Indiana, I saw him getting jumped in an alley. I hated seeing the guy getting beat, so I basically jumped in and beat them all up and they ran off. He pointed out how fast and strong I was, and apparently he had come across a few different types of monsters throughout his life. We went for a drink, and he got really drunk. I was a little tipsy and it came right out. I didn’t think he’d remember,  but he called the next day and asked to meet. We talked about a lot of things and he ended up coming with me on my little road trip looking for Christian. That guy is the only best friend I’ve ever had.” He locks his phone, and sets it in the console. 

            “Are you going to call him?” He shakes his head.

            “I don’t know if I should.” I sigh and pick up his phone. I’m glad he doesn’t have a password, because I doubt he’d tell me. I open it and pull up Noah’s phone number. “Hey! What are you doing?” he tries to reach the phone, and I hold it away from him.

            “I’m calling your best friend. He should know that you’re okay.” He stops trying to reach his phone and huffs. “And hey, eyes on the road mister!” I tease. I press the call button, and it begins to ring. On the second one, he picks up.

            “Alex? Alex is that you? Are you okay? I’m gonna kill you if you’re not dead.”

            I laugh and look over at Alex. I put it on speakerphone and hold it between us. “Hey Noah, it’s Ally. Well, Katie. My real name is Ally. I’m here with Alex.” Silence. 

“Noah?” Alex says. Did this kid die of shock? 

            “What the f**k man? You take off with a girl from the bar and leave me hangin for almost a  week? She better be pretty damn good in the sack for you to just completely forget about me.” He sounds serious, but I can tell he’s trying to hold back a laugh. “Just hurry up and get your ass to the hotel. I grabbed your clothes from your room because they were cleaning it out. Text me when you’re here. You have a lot of explaining to do mister.”

    The line went dead, and I see that Alex has pursed his lips. “What is it with people calling me mister?” I shrug and we continue our drive to Noahs hotel.  

    We pull up to a fancy hotel in the heart of downtown Kansas City, with what looks like fifty or so floors. We get into the elevator and he pushes the button for the 45th floor. I look up at him and raise a brow. “Kids got a lot of money.” He shrugs and the bell goes off as we reach our destination. We walk down to the end of the hall and Alex knocks on door number 4510. We hear three different locks being turned, and then the door opens. Noah is standing with his arms crossed, and he steps to the side to let us in.

    “Do you realize I basically searched the entire city for you?! Pretty crappy of you to not even bless me with a phone call.”  While Alex begins to fill him in on what’s happened in the recent days, I’m in awe of the biggest hotel room I have ever laid eyes on, let alone been inside of. The room has floor to ceiling crystal clear windows, with a navy blue sectional couch and two chairs to match that are facing a ginormous TV hanging on the wall. The place even has a little kitchenette with a fridge, stove, and microwave. Plenty of counter space, and three bar stools around the counter. I walk around some more and see the giant ensuite bathroom that connects to the bedroom. There’s a huge walk-in shower, a deep jacuzzi bathtub, and a counter with two sinks. There’s another hidden door, and the toilet is in behind it.

    I walk through another door attached to the bathroom, and head into the bedroom. A king bed with a black comforter and a half a dozen pillows, a long dark redwood dresser with a big mirror, and the same big bay windows with thick red curtains. I walk back out to the living room, and plop myself on the couch. Alex sits next to me and pulls my legs onto his lap. Noah sits on the chair closest to us, and holds his hands in front of him.

    “So, you’re a Demigod?” I see Alex covered everything that happened. I take a deep breath and nod my head.

    “Yep. My mother is Athena. I just found out about it a couple months ago. After a few things happened, I slept for about two months. A couple days after I woke up is when I met you guys. I’m guessing you know what happened after that?” I hold Alex’s hand in my lap, and he gives me a squeeze.

    “Yeah. I feel like I should tell you guys something about me too.” Alex and I share a confused look, and listen for Alex to continue. 

            “Well? What is it man?” I can feel Alex tense up, and I squeeze his hand and try to soothe him.

            “I am Anthony Knight. Son of Ares. I’m a Demigod too.”