The dance floor erupted as everyone went bat shit crazy and the good times flowed. Meghan worked up a sweat, dancing her ass off to the loud rock and roll, one song after another. The very pregnant Lacey did a lot of swaying and boob shaking but for the most part it was a wild, drunken, gyrating good time. Even the guys joined in. Turned out Drae had some serious moves as did Brody who stuck close to Meghan.
A couple of songs in, it was Alex’s turn at the mic. The hollers and crowd sing-a-long when he pounded out “My Hero” by the Foo Fighters while doing the lead vocal offered Meghan yet another surprising insight to his personality. The way Cameron and Draegyn looked at each other and then at Alex when they sang along got her thinking about everything they’d all been through. It occurred to her that they understood all too well how damn lucky they were to have survived the war together, and also the depth of feeling the two men carried for her Major.
She was seriously impressed by Alex’s rock ‘n roll presence and totally got how he earned the Thunder Foot nickname. It also occurred to her that hammering the shit out the drums for so long had to be killing his leg.
As the song ended and the place erupted in raucous applause, she saw him reach for a towel and swipe away the sweat sliding down his face and neck. He acknowledged the response of the crowd with a grin but she noticed the tautness around his mouth and tension in his neck. Parker leaned over the drums to say something to which he nodded and twirled his sticks as if nothing was wrong but she knew better. When he looked out at the crowd and found her watching him, some of the strain evaporated when she winked and shot him a smile.
Unfortunately, Brody chose that moment to sling an arm around her shoulders as the Justice crowd crushed in on the dance floor. Alex’s expression quickly changed to something dark and menacing. Poor Brody, Meghan thought. Alex was going to make him regret being so familiar with her.
The remainder of the long set went by with one awesome performance after another. For a cover band these guys rocked hard. Meghan danced off her alcohol buzz, shaking her ta-tas and waving her hands gleefully in the air with the rest of the ladies until she was ready to collapse.
For their last number of the night, Alex and his homeboys kicked out a blistering rendition of Led Zeppelin’s “Rock and Roll”, starting with a mighty drumroll that served up a reminder to anyone who doubted his endurance that old Thunder Foot was a serious force to be reckoned with.
It was loud, proud, unabashed old school rock at its very best and got the entire crowd up on their feet, hollering with delight. Meghan couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten so enthused on the dance floor. Even Carmen and Gus were head banging and dancing. Since the song ends with thunderous drums, it gave Alex one last opportunity in the spotlight and then it was over but the laughter, applause, and screaming lingered on.
The band wandered from the stage one by one to wade into the audience, accepting beers and compliments, but Alex didn’t move from behind the drums. She saw him sitting there, wiping down with a pained expression on his face. Meghan reacted instantly, making her way to the rear of the stage, hopping up to go stand by his side.
She wanted to help but she also knew it was a pride thing for him that he act like he wasn’t about to fall over.
“That was amazing, Alex!” She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “You’re one endless surprise after another.”
“Thanks,” he smirked. “I hope those surprises cast me in a good light.”
“Are you kidding?” Meghan laughed. It was good to get him talking. Give him an opportunity to catch his breath and take his mind off the pain. “Let’s see. Soldier. Tech nerd,” she giggled at that. “Dog lover. Sex god. Piano player, singer, and now drum master. I’d say those are all good things.”
“Sex god, is it? I like that,” he snickered with a goofy grin.
Meghan tossed her head back and laughed. “Well, of course that would be the one thing you’d focus on!”
He laughed with her until she leaned down and landed a big, juicy kiss on his mouth. Pulling back she whispered in his ear, “As you stand up, put your arm around me, and I’ll help you off the stage, okay?”
When he nodded and calmly accepted her assistance, she fell for him all over again. He might be big and strong but he was also man enough to know when he needed help. Accepting it from her, in this unusual circumstance with everyone he knew milling around, seemed huge.
“Ready?” she asked, dipping slightly to wrap her arm around his waist. He lurched up off the drum stool with an agonized grunt that tore threw her.
Grabbing at her shoulders he muttered a terse, “Fuck,” letting her know it was pretty bad. “My foot is numb, and my whole left side is on fire.”
She knew what to do. He needed a second for the blood flow to catch up so she pressed against him, offering her body as an anchor, and kissed him slow and deep. Anyone watching would see them in a clinch and not notice he was trembling slightly and hanging on to her for dear life.
“I think I can walk now,” he told her after a few minutes, keeping his big arm around her shoulder while she gripped his waist.
“Lean on me if you need to,” she said, guiding him off the stage as he carefully stepped down.
Behind the stage there was a dark hallway obscured by a backdrop, where he headed with her help. They’d taken maybe ten steps down the hall when he pushed her into a small cramped room stacked with cases of beer and bar supplies. Shutting the door firmly behind them and poking in the lock he hustled her against the nearest wall, pinned her body under his and fell on her mouth for a ravaging kiss that set her on fire.
Meghan clutched at his shoulders then speared her fingers into his hair, holding his mouth on hers as he deepened the kiss while he ground his pelvis against her. Kissing him without the beard was a new experience that she liked equally as much as she did the facial hair.
He was all sweaty, his muscles pumped up and hard from the physical exertion of the drumming. The way he covered her body with his was exciting as hell.
The fever he created inside her with the hungry kiss sent Meghan into a frenzy of need. She’d been helping him one minute, focused entirely on giving him some comfort, then out of control with lust the next. How the hell did he do that to her so fast?
She tried telling herself that she was simply taking his mind off the pain by firing up his endorphins to short-circuit the torment, but the truth was she wanted a taste of the rough, wild, and dirty he promised.
They were going at each other in a frenzied way when she felt his hand slide up her thigh. She froze when he reached into her panties and vigorously thrust one of his big fingers inside her. Meghan groaned her pleasure and almost came the second she felt him invade her flesh.
“Jesus, God. You’re so wet. Is this for me?” he moaned into her ear when he found her ready for him.
“You know it is,” she whimpered as he thrust the finger deep, withdrew, and then thrust again.
“Tell me Meghan. I need to hear you say it.”
“That’s all you, baby,” she groaned. “All you.”
The wild kissing started up again as he fingered her while she writhed and moaned in his arms. Just as he’d done the night before, when he withdrew his fingers from her wet heat, he brought them to her mouth so she could taste her arousal. She decided she liked when he did that. Very much. It was primal, erotic, and so very, very basic.
Reaching for his belt, she got it unfastened and the zipper down on his jeans in record time. He startled when she pulled away and dropped to her knees in front of him as she pushed his jeans and briefs down his legs.
He was huge and hard, practically begging for her attention. She didn’t really have any friggin’ idea what she was doing, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. He’d told her, next time, my dick, your mouth – so she was going to give him what he wanted.
As she held his hard cock in both hands, while licking and sucking on the head, he gathered her hair and pulled it away f
rom her face—she presumed so he could watch. Wrapping her lips around him, she sucked on his flesh, moving it in and out of her mouth. She’d need some practice before she could take him deep but that didn’t stop her from enthusiastically slurping away as saliva flooded her mouth and covered his manhood. She was pleasantly surprised how delicious he tasted.
Within minutes he groaned, “That’s enough,” and forced her off her knees by pulling on her hair.
As she stood he told her with a lusty growl, “Either take off your panties Meghan or I tear them from you.”
She was panting with need as she pushed the silky fabric down her legs, managing to get one foot out before the scrap of material snagged on her other boot. He picked her up and all but threw her onto a stack of beer crates, pushing her knees wide as he stepped between them. Grabbing onto her hair again with one hand, he brought her hips forward with the other, and then guided his cock to her wet opening.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ground out, which she did with haste, desperate to feel him inside her.
Having already told her he didn’t do nice, she didn’t expect a gentle possession. With an aggressive lunge, he powered into her and went deep in one mighty thrust. She screamed at the invasion, but he quickly covered her mouth to muffle the sound giving Meghan the opportunity to bite down hard on his hand.
When he was all the way in he held still and took his hand away as she whimpered and shook all over.
“Let me know when you’re ready, baby.”
Meghan grasped his waist and pulled him closer to her body. Even though his penetration hurt like hell, she quickly adjusted to his size, relishing the sensation of warmth that accompanied a gush of arousal from deep inside her.
She closed her eyes and shivered as the sensations rocked her body but he demanded she look at him. “I want you to see who’s fucking you.”
Every muscle inside her clenched at his words, sending him a signal that she was more than ready for whatever he wanted to give her.
When he began stroking in and out she lost her grip on reality as each of his forceful thrusts ended with a low grunt from deep in his chest. Pulling all the way out, she gasped each time, then moaned on the return.
It got rough, and as the rhythm picked up, wild too. She was aware of her panties dangling from one of her boots as her legs wrapped tight around his thrusting hips. There was nothing she could do but hold on tight as he pounded into her over and over.
Meghan tried to stay quiet as he drove her into a seething climax that threatened to destroy whatever control she had. “Oh God, Alex,” she groaned as her insides tightened. She was so wet that she could feel moisture leaking from her body and sliding down her ass.
“Look at me when you come, beautiful,” he groaned as the relentless pounding went on.
And then it happened. Her muscles clenched and released in a frenzy of powerful spasms as her body fisted his cock. The primal heat from his lust-filled gaze rocked her over the edge as the powerful orgasm detonated deep inside her, radiating in wave after wave of indescribable pleasure.
“Yes!” he grunted, triumphant. “Your cunt is mine.”
After a devastating series of energetic thrusts, she felt his cock swell inside her as his back arched and every vein in his neck stood out in harsh relief against his skin. She watched him through passion-drenched eyes as he found his release, coming deep inside her as his body jerked and pulsed just as the rippling flutters of her climax began to calm.
He’d given her everything he promised. It had been rough, wild, and dirty. When it was over, he slid out of her body and eased her legs down as she shook all over and tried to come back to reality.
Ever the gentleman, he helped put her panties back on, then stood and pushed his come covered cock into his briefs, yanking his jeans up as he leered at her wearing an expression of intense satisfaction. She noted he didn’t seemed as pained as he had before they lost their damn minds in a dark and dingy supply room at the back of a seedy bar.
She didn’t quite know what to say, so she stayed silent. As did he. It was as if the ferocity of what they’d shared had spoken louder than any words could.
Alex watched Meghan closely. He couldn’t believe what they’d done. He hadn’t been kidding when he told her she’d scream when he fucked her although she didn’t seem upset or in any way put off by the fierce coupling he’d subjected her too. He wasn’t proud of the fact that he took her on a stack of beer crates in a public place where anyone could have jimmied open that door with nothing more forceful than a good shove. But he wasn’t sorry.
If anything, he was eager to do it all again. Even the part where she’d tried taking him into her mouth. Her inexperience had been evident but that didn’t mean her enthusiasm hadn’t gone to his head. Both of them.
When she seemed ready, he put his hand low on her back and led her from the back room, along the darkened hallway and out into the back parking lot. He thought that better than suddenly appearing in the bar where everyone and his fucking brother would be able to figure out what they’d been up to.
He marveled at her composure and snickered in his head at how demure and proper she looked as she calmly sashayed over to his truck as if they’d just come from a Bible study class. Only he knew that she’d just gotten her inner slut on and come forcefully while his cock was buried balls deep inside her.
They stood in the darkness leaning against the truck in silence for a few minutes until people started drifting from the bar in their direction. They looked so innocent and calm, giving off the impression that nothing more than a conversation had been taking place.
She smiled at him and reached a hand into his hair, pushing it back from his face. “Last night, my headache. Tonight, your pain. I’m thinking we’re on to something here,” she chuckled. “And by the way. I’m giving you a new nickname. A better one.”
“And what would that be?” he asked.
“Thunder Cock,” she said with a wicked leer.
He roared with laughter.
“And maybe next time we can try naked and a bed? That would sure be different, Mister Thunder, sir.”
He liked her naughty mind, and the way she had no trouble telling him what she was thinking.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he teased. “I was thinking something more along the lines of you bent over, legs spread wide, your naked ass for me too enjoy while I fuck you from behind as those magnificent tits of yours sway with each thrust.”
“Fuck you, Major,” she laughed.
“No. Fuck you, Miss O’Brien,” he answered with a wicked grin.
As if on cue, Brody walked over to them and asked if they needed a designated driver or if they were cool. Meghan laughed at the question and told him they were good, probably better than a few of the others who were stumbling as everyone navigated the drunk versus sober portion of the evening.
Seeing her answer with a lovely smile got Alex’s gut churning with a surge of jealousy that made him stop and think. When it came to his sexy Irish goddess, he wasn’t interested in sharing. Not even along the lines of a few friendly words. Back off Jensen, his mind barked. That’s my come in her panties, dude.
“We’ve got his,” he sneered. Brody sensed the warning in his tone and wisely drifted away.
“That wasn’t very nice,” she chuckled.
“Yeah, well, I don’t fucking care. Especially not since I can smell my scent coming off your sweet body, Meghan. I don’t share. Ever.”
She beamed at him like he’d just gotten down on one knee and proposed. For the thousandth time in a few short days he thought, Women! Go figure.
It was hangover central the next morning at the Villa. Even Carmen seemed a bit rough around the edges.
Meghan’s hangover was from a combination of alcohol and carnal excess. She was accustomed to drinking the boilermakers. But the sexual indulgence and orgasms? Not so much.
Once they’d returned to the Villa last night and made sure everyone else got where
they needed to go in one piece, Alex had walked her to the door of her room but no further. Navigating the unfamiliar territory in which they found themselves was making them both hesitate.
She was confused. Maybe he was too. Was it just sex? Hot, dirty sex at that. Or were they taking baby steps into a real relationship? It was hard to know.
Instead of kissing her goodnight, he’d done that gentlemanly thing he was so damn good at and taken her hand in his, pressed it to his chest for a moment, then left a sweet kiss on her knuckles before turning it over and licking her palm thereby guaranteeing that he’d left her scattered and breathing heavily.
“Goodnight sweet lady,” he’d murmured.
“Don’t you want to come in?” she’d asked breathlessly.
He smiled that wicked smile that turned her insides to jelly but made no effort to take her up on the obvious offer.
“Yes,” he’d said boldly. “In is exactly where I’d like to be.” The innuendo wasn’t lost on her. “But unless you want me to drop you to the floor right here and fuck you till standing or walking was no longer an option, I think we’d better just say goodnight. Oh, and by the way.” He pulled something from his back pocket, which she quickly identified as the panties he’d torn off her the day before. “I found these on the floor of my truck. Considered hanging them from the rearview mirror but they’re pretty much ripped to shreds.”
“Oh goody,” she’d giggled. “A souvenir.”
And now here it was the following morning, and she didn’t quite know what to do with herself. Another riding lesson was out since everyone seemed to be hanging by a thread so maybe doing nothing was looking like her best bet.
Craving the sunshine, she took advantage of the pool, swimming a handful of laps to loosen up then plunked down on a comfortable lounger for a spell. The heat from the sun warmed her skin. It was delicious. Just what her Boston-bred soul needed. She didn’t really miss her hometown. Her family, yes. The weather there, meh. Meghan really did feel like her visit to the southwest opened up possibilities that a year ago she would never had entertained.
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