by Lexi Blake
“That feels so nice.” She leaned back into his strength, her breasts toward the water.
“You feel nice, love.” It was so good not to pretend with her. He kissed the shell of her ear, running his tongue along it. He nipped her lobe, loving the way she shivered in his arms despite the heat from the shower. “Tell me again.”
Those words fed his soul.
Her lips tugged up. “I love you, silly. I love you a lot.”
“I love you, too.” It was easier and easier to say those words. They were meaningful. He’d watched Sean and Jake and Adam fall in love and it had seemed so incomprehensible to him, but now he was pretty sure he was better at it than they were. Jake and Adam had needed each other to love Serena enough, and Sean, well Sean was a chef. It was a little douchey. Liam was definitely going to be the best husband. And there was no way in hell he was joining them when they had their vagina talks.
Unless he really needed advice.
A sexy little puff of breath came out of her mouth as he let the soap drift between her legs, gliding over her clit and making a sweet circle. His girl liked it when he played with her pussy. He intended to do it often. The next few weeks would be one long learning session. He would learn every inch of her, discover what made her purr.
“Do you like that?”
“Oh, yes.” Her hands drifted back, cupping his hips.
“I’m glad, love. But it’s my turn, and do you know what that means? Do you know what I want?”
Her head fell back, her body open to him. So trusting. He wouldn’t let her down. “I know what you want.”
He was being a bastard, but he wanted to hear her say it. When they’d met, she’d shied away from the dirty stuff, but he was going to show her how beautiful dirty could be, how hot they would be together. “Tell me.”
She only hesitated for a second. “You want my ass, Master.”
Yeah, that did it for him. He wanted to shove his cock deep and know that no one would ever have her the way he did. “I want everything. Will you let me have it?”
She turned, her head tilting up. Sleepy, sexy eyes gazed up at him. “Be gentle, baby, but everything I have is yours.”
That got his cock really humming again. It swelled against the curve of her ass like it knew exactly where it wanted to go. “Let me dry you off, and we’ll go to the bed.” He kissed her nose. “I’m going to take care of you, you know? I’ll keep you safe.”
He was talking about so much more than the sex. He was talking about her life and her heart. She would be safe with him. Always.
Tears filled her eyes. “You’re safe with me, too.” She put a hand to his chest. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Her strength was quiet, but fierce. She would fight for him. It was what she did. She fought and she won. She’d taught him a whole new way to fight.
He turned the shower off and led her out, grabbing a towel. She was his to take care of. He hadn’t understood what it meant before. He wrapped her up and took his time drying her off. He lifted her arms, running the towel along every inch, making sure she was warm. All the while, he kissed her, his lips adoring her fingers and her elbows, her shoulders and her neck. He rubbed the towel along her hair, pushing it up so he could find that place on the back of her neck that made her shiver and shake. He ran his tongue along her spine and kissed the scars at the small of her back.
“Go and get on the bed. Wait for me.” He deepened his voice. This was the place where he was in control. In their bed, he was the Master. He’d always been Sir. Avery was the only one who would ever call him Master.
She winked at him. She’d come so far from the shy girl she’d been when he’d met her. “Yes, Master.”
She turned and walked away, that naughty wink letting him know that he only thought he was in control. He was really her slave, but he was going to take command tonight. In a little under an hour, they would be on the run, but he had a little time to show her how much she meant to him. Adam and Jake were watching the building. They were as safe as they could be. He could relax just a bit.
He would lose himself in her. He would forget all his suspicions. They didn’t matter now. They were in the past, and Avery was his future. Even if what his every instinct said was true became reality, it didn’t matter because he wasn’t defined by his brother. He was his own man, and he would claim his own family.
Blood was meaningful, but it didn’t necessarily make a family. Love and friendship made families, too.
And lubricant. Lube might not make a family, but damn, it was going to make it so much easier for him to fuck his wife’s tight little hole. He grabbed the lube and walked out of the bathroom. He had to be Lee again, if only for a little while. He slipped back into the American accent he would likely use very little after this day. He’d hidden behind it for years, but he wanted to be himself again. He’d finally figured out that he could take what was good about the past, chuck the rest, and move on.
And his almost wife seemed to find his Irish accent sexy. Yeah, he was keeping that part.
“Avery, I think we’ll start on your knees.”
She frowned a little at the sound of his American voice. Her lower lip came out in an adorable pout. Such a brat. He shook his head and gestured around the room to remind her that Molina was listening in and now knew his plan to take Liam out hadn’t worked. Had “Thomas Molina” figured out who he was, yet? Liam rather doubted it. He’d been damn careful to keep his face off cameras, and there had been no mention of who he was when Molina’s thugs had tried to kill him.
Avery nodded and sank to her knees, holding on to the bed for support. Somehow her lack of grace made his heart do funny things. He’d had subs kneel before him, their lean bodies a model of perfection and control. Avery’s body struggled, but somehow it made her submission more meaningful.
He put a hand on her head. Soft hair, warm skin. Home.
“Touch me, love. I want you to put your hands and mouth on me. Get me hard so I can fuck your ass.”
Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of his cock. “Really? You need to get harder?”
He was painfully hard again. He should smack her saucy backside for the sarcasm, but all he could do was smile. “It’s a game. Play with me.”
Her tongue came out, touching the tip of his dick. Heat shot through him. Fuck all, he loved her mouth. She sucked him inside, just the head. Soft suction pulled at his cock head while her hand rolled his balls.
“More. I want more.” He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled gently, feeding her his length. Her tongue whirled around, rolling over his flesh. Yeah, he could get harder. It seemed impossible, but every lash of her tongue made his dick swell.
“I love how you taste,” she said before sucking him down again.
“Back at you, baby. You taste so good to me. You’re like the best pie I ever had.”
She stopped, looking up at him. “Pie? Really? I’m so stupid. That’s what they meant by pie. Jake and Adam. Ewww.”
He wasn’t about to take the time to figure out what she meant by that. He didn’t even want to think about Jake and Adam right then. “Back to work or you’ll get punished again.”
She settled in to her task with a sexy smile, those lips of hers opening up to swallow him. She gripped the shaft of his cock and let her hand glide over it. Teaching her how to suck cock was one of the best things he’d ever done. She’d been so shy at first, and watching her bloom over the last week made him feel ten feet tall. This wasn’t the same woman he’d made love to that first night. This woman gave pleasure with the assurance of a lover who knew she would get it all handed back to her.
This woman knew she was loved, and he intended to make sure she always knew it.
He took a long breath and enjoyed the feel of her mouth around his cock. He fucked in long passes, pressing further in and invading her space. “Take it all, baby. You can do it.”
Turning his head down, he watched as she struggled to fit him in. Her jaw
worked to make room as he pushed inside. She did what he’d trained her to do. She breathed in evenly through her nose, settling into a rhythm. Over and around. Back and forth. Her fingertips tickled his balls. Her hair was still damp, and she used that, too, allowing the soft strands to touch his thighs with every long pass of her mouth.
A shiver began at the base of his spine, and Liam had to pull out. He tugged at her hair. “No more, baby. If you suck me any harder, I’m going to come, and I don’t want to do that yet. I want to do that when I’m deep inside that ass. Get up on the bed, and let me have you.”
She leaned forward, a wicked little smile on her face as she placed one last little kiss on the head of his cock, her tongue licking up the pre-come that pulsed from his slit. Such a bad girl.
“One day I’ll tie you up right and good. I’ll tie your hands to the bed and I’ll put a spreader bar between your legs, and I’ll make you scream for hours, brat.”
“Promises, promises,” she whispered as she crawled onto the bed. She got on all fours and lifted that hot ass of hers in the air.
He smacked it hard, right on the fleshy part, and loved the way she whimpered. He also loved the way her pussy pulsed with cream, proving she liked it. “I’ll promise you everything, baby.”
He would do it. The minute they were out of danger, he would have her trussed and tied up and waiting for his pleasure. He would bind her to him in every way a man could bind a woman, and in his head that included just tying her to his bed so she couldn’t slip away.
“I don’t know that I like that smile, Li.” But she was smiling back at him. “I think it might mean I’m in trouble.”
Oh, they were both in trouble because he was pretty sure he was about to become one of those pussy Doms who let his sub lead him around by his dick, and there wasn’t a damn thing he wanted to do about it. “Stop trying to distract me.”
He grabbed the lube and stared at her for a minute. She was in the most submissive position he could think of, offering her Master all of her body for his delectation. There was no tension in her, just a warm willingness to serve and to be pleasured in return. There it was again, that dumb flutter in his heart that the manly side of him would insist was nothing more than a heart attack, but he was beginning to understand it was just the way she made him feel.
He put a hand on the small of her back. “You tell me if it gets to be too much. We’ll take this slow and easy. I want you to like it. Spread your knees apart. Let me see you.”
“I should be horribly embarrassed. What have you done to me that makes this seem okay?” She giggled a little as she spread her legs wide and allowed her cheeks to part so he could see her asshole.
“Everything’s okay when two people love each other.” Everything was deeper and more meaningful. Everything took on a sweetness that had been absent before. “And you are gorgeous all over, baby.”
She buried her head in the comforter. “You’re a pervert.”
And he was going to make sure she was a pervert, too. He liked her prim and proper, but he loved it when she got down and dirty. He squirted the lube on her ass, letting it dribble over her tight hole. It puckered sweetly. That hole would fight him, but he would get in. He would be her Master in every way.
“Hold still,” he commanded, taking over again. He lubed up a finger and started to play, rimming her rosette, teasing it. She’d taken the plug beautifully. She would take his cock just as well if he prepared her for it. He made circles against her flesh, pressing in a little harder each time.
“It feels weird but it doesn’t hurt.”
“It’s not going to hurt. Not if I do it right.” Over and over and around and around. A little more lube. One more circle and he was in, his finger slipping inside like a key that had found its lock. “That’s what I want.”
She gasped a little, and her ass clenched around his finger. “Is that all?”
He fucked his finger in and out and slipped a second one inside. “No, Avery. I’m bigger than this, but you’re going to be all right. We’re going to fit perfectly, you’ll see.”
She wiggled, adjusting to him, her ass opening up and allowing a third finger inside. He stretched her, but she was ready. He pulled his hand away.
“Hey, I was just getting used to that.”
“I have to take care of something really fast, baby. Don’t you move. Not an inch.” He hurried to the loo, washed his hands and returned to find her a very obedient girl. He grabbed the lube again and slicked up his cock. No more playing. He was getting inside his girl. He was going to show her everything he had to offer her. “This is the rough part, Avery. I need you to flatten your back as I ease inside. Don’t tense up. Just relax.”
His cock jumped like a puppy eager to play. He fitted his dick to her still slightly open hole and immediately gained ground. He pushed in, just the tip, heat surrounding him. It was so different from her pussy. It was tighter. It was a fight.
“Oh, oh. That’s so much bigger than the plug.” Her breath came out in nervous little puffs.
He smoothed a hand up and down her spine, letting her adjust. It was so fucking hard when all he wanted was to shove his way in, to dominate her, but this was the way to do it. Patience and caring. His hips moved in measured thrusts, easing his cock head in and out, gaining a centimeter here and there. “Relax. The worst is over. Tell me how you feel.”
He slipped a hand around her hips and toyed with her clit. Her pussy was soaked and swollen. The minute he slid the pad of his thumb over her clit, she pushed back against him and took him deeper, his cock shifting and easing inside.
“I feel full, Li. So full. It burns a little, but I think I like it.” Her back shivered as she rolled her hips, taking him deep.
His skin lit up when he slid inside, his balls nestling against the cheeks of her ass. He had to hold himself still, allowing the heat and tightness to wash over him. His balls were snug against his body, waiting to go off again, to give her his semen. It belonged to her. He never wanted to wear a damn condom again. Nothing between them. She would walk around with his come inside her, and he would never stop feeling her grip his dick.
“Are you all right?” He prayed she was. He was dying.
“I am. It’s not bad.”
“All right. Then tell me how this feels.” He carefully dragged his cock out until just the head was inside.
“Oh my god. What is that?”
“Nerves you never thought you had.” He foraged back inside, every centimeter a pure joy. He got to show her just how good it could be.
She slammed back against him. This was the push and pull he wanted. This was the sweet fight. Avery started to move, trying to keep him in, then trying to push him back out. She was beautifully impaled on his cock, and she seemed to love every minute of it.
And it was all happening too fast. She felt too fucking good, too hot and tight and perfect. He couldn’t last. He fucked deep inside and then pinched down on her clit.
Avery’s cries filled the room, and she clamped down around his dick as she came, sending him hurling into his own orgasm. Semen shot from his balls, filling her up and sending a wave of pleasure through his spine. He fell forward, utterly exhausted, his body driving hers into the bed. The lavender smell of the soap he’d used to wash her skin filled his nose, and he let his face rub against her damp hair. His arm felt like hell, but he forced it to move so he could wrap her in his arms.
“Mine,” he said, twisting so he didn’t crush her.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re a little possessive?” Avery asked with a happy sigh as her head found his chest.
“Not once.” He hadn’t been before he met her. He squeezed her tight and kissed her forehead. “I love you, baby. We have to get a move on. Back into the shower with you. I don’t want to miss our show.”
Worry darkened her eyes. “All right.”
The moment was broken, but he promised they would have more. They were getting out. They were going someplace where the
past could never touch him again.
Avery got up with a sad little smile, and Liam laid back.
“I put your boots by the door. I almost tripped over them earlier,” Avery called out. “We’re going to have to talk about your housekeeping skills.”
Boots. For just a second, he was back in his nightly dream, looking down at those boots that always seemed so wrong to him. He’d stood there, trying to figure it out all those years ago. Memory was a tricky thing.
It hit like a flash, like a lightning strike that blinded him for a moment.
His dreams had been trying to warn him. Only a silly man wouldn’t listen. He closed his eyes and tried to remember. It was still fuzzy, like a tape that had been slightly warped, but it was still there. The boots had been the key. He hadn’t understood why he got caught on those boots every time. He’d imagined it was because those boots had told him his brother was dead.
But he remembered quite clearly now. Rory’s boots had been at the edge of the couch in that ramshackle death house, but he hadn’t been wearing them.
The boots were wrong because they had been empty, one on its side and sitting straight up as though the owner had simply dropped them after he’d changed into new clothes, a fresh disguise.
Rory had left them behind just like he’d left Liam behind, vestiges of his old life that he’d tossed in an incinerator like old trash.
Bits and pieces of the puzzle started to wind themselves together in his brain. If Rory was working with Nelson, then Nelson had likely had a plan for him. From everything he understood, Nelson hadn’t used those bonds to set himself up somewhere comfy. No. He’d used them to start building something. Ten million wasn’t enough for a man like Nelson. It wouldn’t be enough for Rory either. In the end, what both men truly wanted was power. Nelson was a tricky one. What if he’d kept Rory alive? What if he’d had bigger plans for Rory?
If Rory was alive, then what had he been doing for the last five years?
There was plenty of power and money in the arms business. It would intrigue a man like Nelson, but it wasn’t like opening a gas station. It would take time and planning and years of patience to get to the big time. Nelson had the contacts, but he wouldn’t have the money to set it up. He wouldn’t have an infrastructure to distribute on a wide level.