(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 543: The perfect place for a honeymoon
Once they arrived at the estate, because that was what it was, Andrew was entranced. The winding, barely paved road led down to a beautiful stone fountain that was surrounded by carefully tended vegetation.
Beautiful flowers, wispy ferns, towering trees all local to the area. Birds called, others responded, and the sounds of the city were distant. Burbling sounds from the fountain filled the air as the cars were unloaded and the security team met up with the team in charge of the villa.
It was like a small piece of paradise.
Andrew was also stunned by the home. The villa, as Maxwell and the security team called it, had to be an older home built here decades ago. The fine details, the meticulous craftsmanship. It was a home right out of an old architect magazine. Something he was sure May would have enjoyed.
So, he took a photo, the cream stone, the nice windows, the fountain at the front doors. Everything. Maxwell watched him, also speaking to the security team and the team in charge of the villa proper to understand what was going on. Andrew didn't mind that he was out of the loop, busy taking in the little details that the others were already used to.
The air felt clean, refreshing, and the breeze flowed around Andrew, rustling the light clothing he was wearing. Maxwell was smart for getting him this outfit, and Andrew turned his gaze towards the other man speaking to his people, their people, and felt his smile crease his cheeks.
Look at him, all cute and small and in control. He was his husband, and Andrew watched how every single person he was talking to hung onto his words like they were the gospel. Andrew was lucky to have a man like that as his husband. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
He had one hand on his hip, gesturing with the other with a serious look on his face. The security team was nodding along, and Andrew couldn't contain himself anymore. He wanted to plant a kiss on him. Lips, cheeks, maybe even his throat. Andrew just wanted to hold his little CEO and give him all the affection he deserved.
A jump in his pulse, his steps stuttering as he shoved his phone into his pocket. A reminder of what this honeymoon could mean.
Maxwell's nails digging into his back, his breathy moans as Andrew buried himself deep, knotting him.
Andrew swallowed at the sudden tingle low in his body, his back straightening at the image.
No condoms.
Andrew had brought some, made sure, but…he hadn't spoken to Maxwell about it yet. Hadn't reminded him. Andrew wouldn't be disappointed if it didn't happen. It would be okay. He just knew that they were planning on it. It didn't have to happen so soon. Andrew still had school, Maxwell was busy with his job. Hell, Amir was pregnant again and Ellis was down for the count with a pregnancy that was making it hard for him to move around.
This could be a bad time. Andrew didn't want to pressure the man. The only thing Andrew knew for certain is that he was happy to be with the man, he was going to mark him if Maxwell permitted it, and…
And Maxwell's suitcase was full of frilly, lacey things that would drive Andrew up a damn wall. He should broach the topic tonight, speak to Maxwell about what they wanted to do. Obviously, they were going to celebrate. There was no way that Andrew would not be fucking his husband.
No one was stopping him outside of said husband.
Maxwell turned, knowing that Andrew was approaching from the crunching of the gravel, his expression softening into a smile.
"Andy. Come greet the team that will be taking care of us for these two weeks." Maxwell said, his voice affectionate as he reached for the other man, pulling Andrew close. Andrew bent, pressing a kiss against his temple and Maxwell brightened. The team, housekeepers and groundskeepers, smiled at the show of affection.
"Congratulations. It is wonderful to see another of the Beckett family find their partner." The team told him and Andrew grinned. That response told him that Ben and Amir had been here before, but that didn't surprise him. The Beckett family were generous with their properties, letting family stay at them with little to no protest.
"Thank you. I can tell that you take great pride in your work here. I hope we don't cause you too many problems." Andrew told them, smiling warmly. Soft chuckles met his words and soon, the group broke up.
That was when Andrew slipped a small folded note to the head of their security detail. He was supposed to form a group that was going to go pick up their dinner once Andrew and Maxwell had made their selection, as well as their grocery list. Andrew caught him by surprise as Andrew slipped him the note, and once he had read it, his expression softened.
He crumpled the letter, nodded, and that was all that was spoken. Andrew's request had been accepted and Andrew's heart raced a little faster.
Stepping into the villa was a bit like stepping into another world. Vaulted ceilings, beautifully maintained original features, rugs so old and rich that Andrew felt bad stepping on them. Maxwell chuckled, watching his nervous husband as he led him through the house on a tour. Maxwell wasn't leading it, the groundskeeper was, explaining the history of the place.
Maxwell had insisted that he do so since he knew that Andrew would like it, and Andrew was touched that the man considered something like that for him. Andrew listened, Maxwell at his side like a koala bear. Clinging, but not unwelcome.
Andrew let the history of the place wash over him, and was once more glad that they were here, together, and that this place was so important to Maxwell, and soon, to him. The groundskeeper even threw in a few facts about Maxwell and his childhood that Andrew lit up at.
How Maxwell had used a particular bedroom whenever he stayed here when he was younger. A scare when the young master had suddenly disappeared only to reappear trapped in the garden shed.
A great meltdown when he saw a frog in the pool.
Little things that Maxwell would have forgotten about, but little things that Andrew was delighted to hear. Maxwell's ears were pink the whole time, but he didn't stop the groundskeeper. The elderly man clearly meant something to Maxwell, even if they didn't see each other all the time. It was the open, grandfather-like affection in the older man's eyes that had Andrew thinking that.
And the sparkle of mischief that made Andrew sure that the other man had helped Maxwell in some of his plots and tricks as well.
The bedroom, the honeymoon suite, was a large space, taking up most of the third storey of the house. It had two balconies, one in the front of the house with a small chair outside, while the second one, at the back of the house, was where the hot tub resided. It overlooked the ocean, showing off how the property dipped, steep steps going down to the water where a small, manmade beach resided.
The sounds of the ocean filled their ears, along with the sounds of nature. Comfy-looking patio furniture rested up here, in bright shades of red and white. Fresh, vibrant, fitting in with the environment that they found themselves.
The bed was huge, along with the bathroom. A standing rain shower along with a tub that would be able to fit four. It was essentially a hot tub without the chemicals, and Andrew was a little excited about that.
Someone had drawn a heart in roses on the bed and Andrew felt his lips twitch at that. When he glanced at Maxwell, his ears were still pink. Cute.
The rooms were bright shades, creams, pale greens and blues, nothing outwardly romantic about the space outside of the rose flower, but the air hummed with intent.
The living space, which was on the main floor, had floor to ceiling panels of glass to let in all the light. The kitchen was divided from the dining room and the dining separated the kitchen from the living room. They weren't thick walls, just enough to make the space feel divided without making it feel small.
All the appliances were up to date, the couches soft and comfy, and Andrew wondered how much time they were going to spend in the pool that was in the backyard. He wondered if they were going to experience any of the amenities of the property.
Yes, they had two weeks here, but Andrew knew himself, and he knew Maxwell. The man had a libido that rivaled the stories he'd heard of true alphas. Andrew was glad that he had inherited his true alpha genes if only to keep up and satisfy his husband.
Which meant, while Maxwell was being coy, letting Andrew get comfy and speak to the others, Andrew had a feeling that everyone would be staying in the gate house that the groundskeeper had mentioned was used for staff.
Maxwell wouldn't allow the others close enough to hear Andrew, and Andrew wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of others hearing Maxwell either.
The groundskeeper left, bidding them goodbye and leaving Andrew and Maxwell in the bedroom, alone. They had worked their way from the ground floor up, and the team had worked around them. That meant that their luggage was already here, and Maxwell and Andrew stood in the room, arms wrapped around each other, the silence between them thick and heavy.
"Should we…make a list of what we want for food and order our dinner?" Andrew asked. They had eaten on the plane, and honestly? He wasn't really hungry for anything but the small man tucked against his side. Maxwell raised his hand, resting it over the racing heart inside of Andrew's chest.
"We should do that." Maxwell told him, his eyes warm when he looked up at Andrew. "And once everyone is gone, I'm going to go over what I expect from this honeymoon, and you can tell me the same." Maxwell told him, his eyes curling up at the corners.
"Oh, uh, okay." Andrew said, a little breathless. That sounded…good. It was good. Get everything out into the open.
Andrew let out a strangled gasp as Maxwell's hand suddenly slid down his body and groped Andrew through his clothes.
"Make no mistake," Maxwell purred, leaning in close, "I am going to make good use of your cock this vacation. Prepare yourself for that." Maxwell told him. "I hear that the oysters here are delicious, and so is the fresh fruit." Maxwell's blue gaze was full of mischief. Andrew shuddered.
"I've never had oysters before." Andrew told him and Maxwell's laugh wrapped around him about as tightly as his pheromones were. Andrew felt choked, but in a way that had him wanting to beg for more.
"Let's fix that, hmm?" Maxwell whispered, squeezing Andrew through his pants again. Andrew nodded. Maxwell reached up, pressing a kiss against his lips. "You better get downstairs before I forget about dinner." Maxwell whispered against his lips, taunting him.
Andrew bolted, not because he didn't want to forget about dinner or hell, even shopping, but because Maxwell had already asked for pancakes in the morning. Andrew had to keep of his promises.
