No Strings (Broken Strings) (4 page)

Letting out a loud exhalation of air, she closed her eyes
immersing herself in the pleasure of his tongue and lips teasing her ear lobe
sensually
. Is this actually happening?
She thought dazed by the events
of the evening. 

When he suddenly stopped, Indi opened her eyes to find his
face level with hers. Moving the hand that had been resting at her head his
fingertips traced along the outline of her mouth, all the time his silver-blue
orbs watching her closely as if mesmerised by the low whimper she was
occasionally emitting as he also ground his hardening erection against her
hotly.  “Tell me that you want this as much as I do.” A desperate demand
rippling through his voice.

“Yes, yes.” She answered as his mouth finally descended
roughly on hers. Both his hands now moved up each thigh to cup the underside of
her arse cheeks, shifting her weight evenly between the wall her back was
pressed against and his flexed arm muscles. The friction of his hardness
pressed against the thin material of her G-string covering her intimate folds
increased the desire pooling between her legs.

Sweeping her mouth with his tongue in animalistic fashion,
Grey pulled away suddenly, a frown on his face. “I should get you home.”

Indi mourned the loss of his touch as soon as he pulled away
suddenly, but tolerated it as she didn’t want to be holed up in an Italian
prison for public indecency even if his kisses were intoxicating. “Okay.” Indi
answered, trying to keep the disappointed bite from her voice as she spoke.

Grey kneeled down and kneaded her ankle with his fingertips
gently. “Does that hurt?”

“No, that doesn’t hurt at all.”

“Okay, let’s see if it can take some weight.” He reached for
the shoe and sheathed it around her bare foot.

Standing up, he held out his hand in case she felt it give
way again as she slowly placed it the foot tentatively on the ground.

“Think you can walk?”

“Yes, it feels okay now.” Indi reassured him as she paced
slowly in front of him.

“Sure? I will carry you to the car if necessary.”

Although the idea of an excuse to be in his arms again
appealed enormously, she wanted to keep the remnants of some dignity from the
evening.  “Honestly I am sure.”

Brushing any lingering dust from the knees area of his
trousers, Grey wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his side so
she could use him as a leaning post as they walked.

  Finally,
arriving at the Largo Porta Marina, Indi pointed to the car she’d rented for
the next couple of weeks, an Audi.  It had been more expensive than some of the
basic rental cars on offer, but she drove an Audi back in England, and didn’t
want to sacrifice on comfort if she were going to be driving back and forth
around the island by herself.

“Hand me your keys and I will drive. I want you to rest your
ankle as much as possible before tomorrow?” He spoke authoritatively, almost
sounding like an order.

Quirking a brow, feeling both irritated at being bossed about
and turned on at the sexy look on his face as if daring her to disobey. “Why
what is happening tomorrow?”

“You and I having lunch on the beach. I have a proposition
that I want to discuss with you in private.” Grey stated matter of fact but his
expression soft as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “And I was kind of
hoping to continue what happened earlier in the alley if you have no
objections?”

“Okay.” She managed to squeak in a high voice, rummaging
through her bag and handing him the key fob to her rental.

Settling into the passenger side of the
car, Indi had to pinch herself that the man of many of her dreams was about to
drive her home because he was concerned for her welfare. It gave her a strange
fuzzy feeling inside.  To be cared for by someone she barely knew felt alien to
her senses.  Except for her sisters and a few relatives, most of her family
only tried pretended to care if it meant some personal gain to them. Her
parents being the worst culprits.  She shook her head; trying to rid her mind
of the negativity, they bought to her mood whenever she thought of the them.

Catching Grey looking at her oddly, he asked. “Did you hear
what I said?”

“Sorry just spaced out - just thinking of something I forgot
to do.” She fibbed. “What did I miss?”

He grinned, “Was just asking if you had any dislikes as I
was going to get my cook to rustle up some bruschetta, antipasti meats, olives
and maybe a light white wine to wash it down with.”

“No, that all sounds really lovely.” 

Checking the
mirrors, he reversed out of the parking space and headed off towards the
villa. 

“So is your drawing just a hobby or have you shown your
works at a gallery?”  Indi enquired after a few minutes of silence as they made
their way out of Siracusa and towards Plemmirio Nature Reserve where the villas
were located.
  She
was aware of the prestigious career his mother had maintained as a sculptor and
painter.

“Up
until now it has been just a hobby,
but I was offered the chance to do a showing by a
family friend who runs a gallery in New York. I don’t know how well you follow
Fusion,
but we have just completed a US
and European tour so with the nine months free it seems a perfect time as any
to dip my toe into the art world.

“What
style do you work with?”

“Graphite
Pencil mostly, I like the variety of soft or hard strengths of pigments you can
use to show the true light and shadow.  I take black & white photographs
and capture the subject in a larger scale; most of my canvases are pretty vast
in size – probably 60 inches across.”

Indi
smiled. “You sound just like one of my friends; she is trained as a commercial
illustrator.  She talks a lot about all the different techniques she uses in
her everyday work.” There was a hint of teasing in her voice.

“Ha,
I just happen to take my drawing extremely seriously.”  Grey smiled warmly as
he stole a glance her way before turning his eye line on the road.  “I am sure
you take your photography just serious?”

“I
do, but it isn’t my main academic focus.”

“Oh,
what is then?”

“Well
after completing most of my grades in cello and music theory, I am just about
to start my second year into a music degree at Goldsmiths then once that is
complete I hope to do a Masters at Royal College.”

“It
sounds as if you will be more qualified as a musician than me then.”

“You
never studied music academically before turning professional?”

He
pulled the car into her driveway.

“Never
in a degree format. My father does not approve of my music or artistic
tendencies,
so I had to adhere to his rules of taking more constructive business
qualifications until I turned 21 and my trust fund left his control.”  He
answered, switching off the engine.

Furrowing
her brow at the bitterness, he spoke about his father. “Ahh, power and control,
a trait my father seems to have in common with yours then.” Their eyes locked
briefly as a common understanding of the pain and disappointment in their past
passed between them,

Breaking
the moment, he handed her the key fob.  “Now, are you going to allow me the
pleasure of carrying you in my arms one last time this evening so I can sleep
restfully tonight knowing your ankle has received my best attention.”

Blushing,
“If you insist but truly it is fine now.”

“I
do
insist.” Grey responded as he exited the vehicle, shutting the
driver’s door behind him.

Sighing with defeat, Indi released her seatbelt and
waited for him to make it around to her side of the car.

Opening
her door, Grey slid her into his arms effortlessly and carried her down the
small footpath to her front door.  Placing her safely on her two feet once
again, he reached
up to trace the outline of her jaw and cheek. “Well
Goodnight, I’ll set up lunch for twelve-thirty on the beach.”

 “Yes,
that’s fine.  Goodnight.” 

He
smiled briefly, before turning to leave her driveway and make his way back to
his own through a side gate just beyond where they had been standing.

Indi
stood just looking at his retreating figure for a few seconds before she could
bring herself to look away, shaking her head in disbelief that she had just
spent the evening with her idol as she let herself into the villa.

Arriving back at his own villa,
Grey checked in with Adam and Hayden who were sitting in the lounge watching an
Italian film. Getting up from sofa, Adam came over to greet Grey.  “Grey, you
were gone much longer than we anticipated. Was everything okay?”

“Yes, Stephens. I apologise if
I gave you any cause for concern.”

“I must insist that, in the
future, you keep your phone on at all times when you are not with us.”

Busted! Giving them a remorseful
expression, he apologised, “Very well, gentleman. It won’t happen again.” He
had turned the phone off once he had sent the message he was on his way back.
His intention had been not to be disturbed with the little time left he had
with Indi.

After feigning fatigue, he
disappeared off to the privacy of his rooms.

His earlier erection was still
persistently pressed against the material of his trousers. Now finally alone,
he couldn’t resist the temptation to touch himself any longer as images of Indi
and her tight yellow dress flickered through his mind like the beginning of a
movie reel.

Suppressing a cry at the
sensitivity of his shaft even through the material, he strode determinedly for
the adjoining shower room.  Hastily he unbuckled his suit trousers, allowing
them to drop to the floor before pulling down his boxers to reveal the rock
hard erection. Removing the rest of his clothing eagerly, he stepped in the
double shower cubicle and allowed the warm water to begin to gush over his
flushed flesh for a few moments before he moved to grasp his erection once
more.

With one hand resting on the
tiled wall, he gripped the engorged shaft with the other, and began rubbing the
flesh up and down, slowly then at a faster pace as his fantasy of stripping
Indi out the yellow dress began to manifest into a believable dream.

He pictured pushing a stripped
naked Indi roughly against the wall, her back towards him as his mouth explored
the curve of her neck.  His hands caressed over her outer thighs and bum cheeks
sensually as he grinded his groin against her, wanting her to be fully aware of
how hard he was for her. 

The dream Grey undid the belt
and zip to his trousers one-handed, allowing them to pool around his ankles.
Desperate to bury himself into her tight wetness, he barely freed his rock hard
erection from his boxers before his hands were gliding between her exposed
folds and slipping two fingers into Indi’s core. Her hips pushed hard against
his rotating fingers demanding further attention. “Ohh feeling greedy, are we?”
He teased, his excited breath coming in pulses against her ear. “Do you want
more?”

“Yes, yes, more.” Indi moaned
as she arched her back and wiggled her bum against him.

“Tell me exactly what you
want.”

“I want to feel more of your
fingers fucking me.”

The fantasy continued in this
vein as the real Grey continued to slide his fisted hand up and down his
erection, trying to keep his groans of pleasure to a muffled volume.

As he floated up to the dizzy
heights of his euphoria, dream Grey plunged into her dewy folds, his hands on
both of her hips as he pounded away into her tightness, his aching balls
slapping against Indi repeatedly as he pulled in and out with every powerful
thrust.

Both
Greys came with such
ferocity; neither
of
them could contain their roar of ecstasy. The real Grey by this time was too
far gone to care who heard him.

Grey
had slept remarkably well considering all the nervous excitement and
anticipation fluttering up and down in his stomach. He had not been this
motivated over a woman in a long time, if ever.  H
e was
determined to make it impossible for Indi to refuse his proposition of spending
the remainder of her holiday with him. 

He’d avoided his usual morning catch-up calls from Richard,
who headed up security for the band, and he knew that his bodyguards would have
been onto Richard, updating him on the fact that he’d refused to let them to
accompany him out to dinner last night.  The bodyguard issue was a burden to
his privacy even before he started the band, but a necessity to his family
safety after a spate of botched kidnap attempts years before he was born.

As one of his closest friends, as well as cousin, Richard
was an ex-army officer trained as a parachute reconnaissance officer and
weapons intelligence analyst was well placed to protect his interests.  He
expected Richard to give him a lecture over the security lapse the previous
night, but he was determined to put that off until later in the day.