I had to leave Tolosa immediately. Staying in that part of Gaul any longer was too dangerous. Kahn had connections, and his reach extended far inland, but I would be safe from him in the North.
First, though, I needed to find Alex, retrieve the necklace, and convince her to come home with me. She had one more day in Tolosa, but an unpleasant feeling gnawed at me — I didn’t want to leave her alone in this country. Besides, I had a score to settle with her.
We had been careful getting off the train the day before. No one had suspected I had company — except, of course, the police. I checked out of the guesthouse, took a taxi, and headed straight for the cabin in the woods where my policewoman was staying, certain I wasn’t being followed and that no one knew where I was going.
It was already getting dark when I arrived. In daylight the log cabin had looked cosy in the brochure, but at night, surrounded by silent woods, the place felt eerie and deserted. It surprised me that Alex had chosen somewhere so isolated — which, of course, made me paranoid again, wondering if she was meeting another man.
I strode towards the cottage, ready to beat up whatever southern macho I might find inside. But as I reached the wooden façade, my heated blood cooled. The cabin was quiet: no sultry music drifted out, no laughter. Only a single light glowed in the upstairs room that opened onto a balcony.
I wanted to surprise her, so I left my bag on the porch and climbed the façade using the wooden ledges.
The curtain in front of the sliding door was open, revealing a comfortable bedroom with a king-sized bed. The TV was on, playing some old Gallic film, but Alex was nowhere in sight. I tried the door — locked — and waited.
She was having a bath. When she emerged, wrapped in a white towel with wet hair clinging to her shoulders, she still hadn’t noticed me. I tapped lightly on the glass. She jumped, looked up, and saw me standing outside. Surprise and embarrassment flashed across her face. After a brief hesitation, she rushed to the window and yanked the curtains closed.
Her reaction confused me. For a few seconds I stood frozen, unsure what to do. Then I heard her wet feet slapping across the floor — she was running downstairs to barricade the front door.
Adrenaline surged. I scrambled down from the balcony, raced around to the entrance, and threw the door open just in time. Alex was already in the living room, but the moment she saw me she bolted back up the stairs.
“Alex, baby, what’s going on?” I shouted, closing the door behind me.
No lights were on anywhere. The faint glow from upstairs and the bluish moonlight filtering through the windows created a spooky atmosphere in the house.
I went upstairs and stepped into her bedroom. She wasn’t there, nor in the bathroom. I realised she was playing hide-and-seek — which, perversely, made me horny. The idea of chasing the woman I loved, wearing nothing but a towel, set my pulse racing.
Alex was somewhere on the second floor, in one of the other two rooms. The cabin was well furnished, but there weren’t many places to hide. Wardrobes offered the best cover, so I checked those first.
As I entered the furthest room in the hallway, I heard the soft creak of floorboards. I turned just in time to see a white figure slip around the corner. She had hidden well in the first room and was trying to sneak past me to the stairs. I dashed forward and caught her on the landing as she tiptoed down. I grabbed her waist and pulled her close.
“Smith! Let me go! How did you find me?” Alex shouted, struggling to break free. The movement loosened her towel; it slipped to the floor. I grinned at the fresh wave of embarrassment on her face. Without a word, I scooped her up, carried her back to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed. I settled beside her, one hand resting on her hip in case she tried to bolt.
“What was that all about? First, you won’t tell me where you’re staying, then you won’t let me in. Are you expecting someone? Or maybe he’s hiding somewhere?” I teased, watching her chest rise and fall, unable to keep my hands off her beautiful, still-damp body.
“If I was seeing someone else, I wouldn’t have come to you yesterday,” she snapped, pushing my hand away.
“You’re driving me mad!” I growled, grabbing her hip again and nibbling her neck — knowing exactly how much she loved it.
Her breathing grew heavier, but she seemed to be fighting the urge to give in.
“One moment you’re hot, the next you’re cold!” I murmured between kisses along her neck and chest, “Do you know how frustrating that is?”
“You scared me! Do you realise how frightening it is to see a figure standing on your balcony when you’re alone in the middle of the woods? How did you find me? I don’t remember telling you where I stayed,” she said, voice trembling as my mouth closed over her nipple.
“Oh fuck, Smith!”
Her nails dug through my clothes into my shoulders. Her body remained tense, but her voice softened, her sighs rising in pitch.
“Yes, but you saw it was me. So why lock me out and hide? Although, I have to admit – chasing you made me incredibly horny.”
My right hand slid down her chest, over her stomach, to her pussy. She was already moist and warm. I fondled her gently, pressing lightly on her clit with my middle finger, watching her face relax as she began to surrender to the caresses.
“We need to finish what we started yesterday. I hate it when there’s no orgasm. There’s no point if Mummy doesn’t come.”
Alex opened her mouth to reply, but I silenced her with a deep kiss and kept stimulating her clit.
“Smith, I’m cold,” she whispered eventually, light-headed with arousal.
“I’ll warm you up, Mummy.”
She slipped under the covers, watching as I undressed. The sheets were cold at first, but the heat from our bodies soon turned the bed into a furnace. She no longer pushed me away; instead, she pressed herself against me. We resumed touching each other. Her small hand closed around my cock as she kissed me greedily — drawing a smile from me.
“Are you always this excited when you’re ovulating?” I whispered in her ear. She nodded.
“That’s nice to know,” I muttered. “I want to make love to you on your side, Mummy.”
I held her hip and turned her, so her back was to me. I massaged and squeezed her buttocks and inner thighs before lifting her leg and rubbing my cock against her pussy. Alex reached for my penis, guided me to her entrance, and made small, impatient movements to draw me in.
“Mummy, don’t rush it,” I hushed. “Take your time.”
My hand returned to her clit, playing gently as she slowly worked me inside. I could barely keep still. When I was fully buried and eased back slightly, we both moaned — we had been craving exactly this.
The more I thrust, the more we lost ourselves in the rhythm and bliss.
I fought not to come first; I wanted her to orgasm with me inside her. Her pussy grew wetter with every stroke, every circle of my fingers on her clit.
When she suddenly went quiet, I knew she was focusing, chasing her peak. From past nights I knew it sometimes took her a while, but tonight the climax arrived fast and fierce. She screamed my name, her body shaking violently, head jerking back and forth so wildly I had to cradle it to keep her from hurting herself.
I came seconds later, filling her with hot spurts that seemed to go on forever. Before I blacked out, my lovely policewoman shuddered through long, lingering aftershocks.
I fetched a towel to clean us both — I knew from before that she couldn’t sleep if she woke up sticky with our fluids. But I had exhausted her; she looked set to sleep straight through the night. I caressed her, admiring how beautiful she was, tucked her in properly, wrapped an arm around her, and soon fell asleep, too.
