She didn’t answer. I mean, what do you say after a statement like that? She had been screaming. “You weren’t exactly quiet yourself,” she said after a moment.
He kissed her. Slowly. Lots of tongue. Just the way she liked it.
“You bring out the beast in me lady. So if I was loud, it was your fault.”
“What?” she squealed in faux outrage. “Oh my God. You poor thing.”
“I know a good way you can make it up to me,” he leered.
“This oughta be rich,” she joked. Meghan liked these quiet, uncomplicated moments. Yet another way they were good together. “You were saying, Mister Thunder Cock, sir?”
She was pretty sure his expression qualified for shit eating grin status.
He rather pointedly glanced over his shoulder at the bedposts and nodded as if formulating a plan. Being pretty quick on the uptake, after all she was a teacher, used to staying one step ahead of the fuckery laid at her feet by a passel of young teenagers – she was pretty damn sure she knew what his dirty mind was thinking. And she loved it.
“You. Spread eagle and tied to the bed. Preferably on your stomach so that naughty mouth of yours can’t distract me. Ass up and naked of course.”
Alrighty then. She certainly got close to what she imagined he was thinking but the ass up part was a revelation.
Her face went back into his neck to hide her smile but she could tell by the low rumble of laughter coming from his chest that while he hadn’t seen her grin, he certainly felt it against his skin.
“C’mon my sexy Irish fuck goddess.”
Oh jeez, she almost jumped on him again with that statement. Fuck goddess. Wow. She’d wear that wicked badge with pride.
“Let’s get your glorious ass in the shower. I think we both need a good scrub down.”
He surprised her by behaving in the shower. Maybe it was the husky wince she let out when he reached between her legs with a handful of suds that held off whatever hope she had of an amorous replay of earlier. Meghan hadn’t realized how sore she was until that moment.
Every man wanted to think of himself as well-endowed but Alex sort of took that to another level. She knew that not just from having him penetrate her vaginally but also from her oral ravishment of his impressive cock. Guy was huge, and she wasn’t even kidding. Of course, he was big all over, so no surprise there. Big hands. Big body. Big appetite. Was she woman enough to satisfy his powerful sexual needs? Well one thing was certain; she’d willingly exhaust herself trying. Good news was that she too apparently liked it rough, wild, and dirty as fuck.
He let her wash his body and didn’t shy away from the soapy exploration of his aforementioned cock but he did stop her from taking it any further, telling her, “I’m going to play the gentleman and refrain from dragging your ass back to my bed. This time. Your body needs time to adjust.” Pretending to check his watch, he smirked at her and added, “What do you think? Couple of hours do?”
Meghan stood there under the pounding water, her hair hanging in wet ringlets down her back, their suds covered bodies pressed intimately together, and smiled. “Are we going to start sneaking into each other’s rooms, then?”
“Sneaking? Fuck no. There’ll be no hiding from what’s going on sweetheart. If I want to throw you on the dining room table and fuck your ass into oblivion, then that’s what I’m going to do. And frankly, I don’t give a good goddamn who knows about it.”
Meghan’s insides clenched at his provocative words. “Well, if that’s the case you’re lucky my brothers aren’t around. Hearing you use the words fuck, ass, and oblivion in a single sentence when referring to their saintly sister is sure to earn you a can of Boston Whoop Ass.”
“Alright woman. Enough with the scare tactics. I’m a fucking special forces motherfucker with an ass kicking posse of my own.”
She laughed as they slid from the shower and wrapped up in big fluffy towels. “I’m curious Alex.”
“About what?” he asked.
“How many times can you use the word fuck or a derivative thereof in a single sentence? You’re pretty good at it, y’know.”
“Oh shit,” he groaned. “My mother and sisters would unhappily agree with you on that.” He shrugged. “It’s a guy thing made a thousand times worse by years in the service. Once I get going it’s like the word has a life all it’s own. After a couple of drinks I pretty much start using it like a comma in every sentence.”
Back in his bedroom Meghan surveyed her clothes, which were spread here and there around the room and frowned. “Do you have something I can put on?”
“No. I prefer your ass naked and your tits bouncing in my face.”
Dropping the towel to the floor she sighed melodramatically and said, “Well, I suppose if it doesn’t bother you then, I can walk back to my room stark naked and hope there’s no one watching.”
“Only if you’re begging for a spanking,” he told her with a glimmer in his eyes.
Jesus. He was killing her. Tied to the bed, ass up, and now threats of a spanking? She launched herself into his arms and kissed him like a fucking nymphomaniac before eventually releasing his mouth and stepping back.
Grabbing her by the nape of her neck, he marched her into his wardrobe and yanked a button down shirt off a hanger, covering her quickly while muttering all the while about her being the death of him. She liked it when he got all caveman like.
“My turn,” she said winking at him. Looking around at his clothes she settled on a pair of jeans and a dark V-neck t-shirt then asked with her eyes where his underwear was. Pointing to one of the built-in drawers, she pulled it open and took her damn good time rifling through his briefs until she found a pair she liked.
Knowing his scars sometimes made clothes uncomfortable, he preferred form fitting and extremely skimpy cotton briefs that showcased his powerful masculinity the way a skin-tight Speedo would. Which was fine by her.
Kneeling at his feet with a totally innocent expression, she helped him step into the underwear, then as slowly as humanly possible shimmied them up his legs, palming his impressive bulge once it was covered. Planting a swift kiss on his cotton covered manhood, she reached for his jeans while he watched her every move with a hooded expression.
Getting his jeans on was almost as much fun as the briefs. Pulling the zipper up proved a bit of a challenge though. All women had to worry about was damp panties when they got aroused. It was a completely different story for guys. Figuring slow and steady was the best way to proceed; she finally pulled the tab over the last of the zipper’s teeth and yanked on the waistband so she could press the button through its hole.
Standing before him, Meghan bit the inside of her mouth to keep from smiling at the hot leer plastered on his face. When she reached for the t-shirt she accidentally nudged the prominent bulge under his zipper, muttered a completely shameless, “Ooopsie,” followed by a very intentional sweep of her hand across his tight ass.
“Oh, you are so getting spanked woman,” he groaned.
This time she didn’t even try to hide the smile. She bunched up the t-shirt just like she would when dressing one of her young nieces or nephews and held it up for him to slide his arms into. From there it was a swift tug over his head and then he was covered. Dammit.
His hair was a mess from the shower, not that it ever really looked all the groomed and she ran her fingers rather possessively through the unruly mop, forcing it into some semblance of order.
“Tell me something Meghan.”
She looked at him with an amused expression and said, “What?”
“If I were to put my hand between your legs right now, would you be wet?”
“Seriously?” she barked. “Seriously? You want to know if I’m wet? Are you standing anywhere near me, baby? Cause that’s where the answer lies. All you have to do is walk in the room and yes. Wet would be a good description.”
She enjoyed the lascivious grin and the way he leaned into her and breathed deep. It made her shudd
er with awareness. She knew, even after the shower, he could pick up his scent clinging to her skin. It was part of her now. Much to her chagrin, she felt a trickle of arousal roll down her thigh. He asked if she was wet. Who the hell was he kidding? Being so close to his powerful masculinity gave new meaning to the expression wet and willing.
She blushed the same color as her hair, making him laugh. “That bad, huh? Pretending again to consult his invisible watch, he teased her. “Hold that thought beautiful.”
Swatting her playfully on the butt he said, “C’mon. Let’s get you some real clothes before I forget to be nice.”
Meghan threw back her head and laughed. Nice? This was nice? Damn. She was in serious trouble if he ever decided to screw being nice.
The house was quiet and deserted when they finally made their way downstairs, something Alex was extremely grateful for. Ordinarily he enjoyed being surrounded by Family Justice but right now he was completely in the moment with his beautiful lover and wasn’t in the mood to share or make nice.
He also noticed that Zeus was nowhere to be found, supposing that she was down in the kennel with Brody or had made herself at home with Drae or Cam. All sure fire signals that everyone knew what had been going on in the master suite.
Carmen, true to form had left an elaborate note detailing every single burp and fart that occurred once Meghan had gone to his room along with instructions for heating up the meal Ria left for them.
None of that really mattered though. Walking down the stairs together, hand-in-hand, Alex was filled with a calm he’d never sought and frankly, didn’t know was possible. She did that for him. What was that saying about music soothing the savage beast? Yeah, well whatever it was, Meghan was his music.
“Oh Alex, I forgot!” she cried, grabbing something off the counter. “The parasol – I love it,” she gushed. “See how pretty it is?” she asked as she pushed it open and twirled the pretty lace umbrella.
He smiled at her enthusiasm. Watching her dance around with the gift he’d spent hours searching for on the internet was a delight. It made him feel like a prince that he’d picked the right one. All he’d done was look for the prettiest and most feminine one he could find – something that matched the woman it was intended for.
It suddenly occurred to him that the girly parasol represented a first for him. He’d never bothered with gifts for anyone he’d been involved with before. Fuck. Not even his college girlfriend had gotten more than a half-assed Hallmark card out of him. Yet here it was, day three of knowing this particular woman, and he was falling all over himself with gestures. Wait till she got a load of the cowboy hat and boots he’d ordered for her.
“Hey. I have an idea. How about tomorrow we take the agency plane and go check out the Grand Canyon?” Alex wasn’t sure where that impetuous thought came from and didn’t care. She wanted to see the big ol’ hole in the ground so he intended to make sure she did. “Wasn’t that on your bucket list of things to do?”
She giggled and threw her arms around his neck, pressing her voluptuous body against his.
“You have a plane? Why am I not surprised?”
It felt fantastic to stand there with his arms wrapped around her as she beamed at him with those bewitching green eyes.
“We can even make it a family affair if you’d like. I’m sure Tori and Lacey would get a kick out it too. Actually, fuck just flying over it in the plane. I have a buddy who can hook us up with a first class tour. Whatever you want, sweetheart. Loads of photo ops. The whole enchilada.”
She said something that sounded like, “I’d love that,” but the actual words got eaten up in a blazing kiss that went on and on and oh yeah, on some more. He didn’t make any attempt to stop until the sound of her stomach growling made its way into his brain.
“Oh God!” she laughed. “That wasn’t very sexy, was it? Maybe you’d better feed me if you want me to keep my strength up.”
He didn’t miss the innuendo in her words.
“Aren’t you all demanding?” he teased. “Wait. Let me rephrase that.” He cleared his throat like he was about to recite Shakespeare. “Aren’t you all fucking demanding? There,” he teased. “Got one well-placed fuck in that sentence for good measure.”
“Well, one good fuck deserves another, don’t you think?”
She was priceless. “Grab some plates while I heat up our dinner. You can sit on my lap while I feed your naughty mouth, and we can discuss your terms of surrender for later.”
“Surrender? What exactly does that mean?” she asked.
He grinned and wagged his eyebrows. “I’m saving the best for last.”
Their tour of the rugged beauty of the Arizona desert and the western rim of the Grand Canyon had been everything Meghan hoped it would be. In the end it had been just her and Alex since Lacey didn’t want to fly and Tori had stayed behind in pregnant solidarity.
They’d flown to the canyon then boarded a private helicopter for a personal tour from a friend of Alex’s who was an incredible tour guide. He told them when to get the camera ready and narrated an endless stream of consciousness about the canyon that delighted her field trip mentality. She had no idea how many movies had been filmed there, from Thelma & Louise to the Griswald’s on vacation. It was just the most fantastic day.
And the best part? Alex had possession of her hand whenever she wasn’t snapping pictures. He just held on and wouldn’t let go. It was so ridiculously sweet that her insides melted each time their palms made contact.
Things only went from awesome to off the charts amazing after that. Dismissing each of her arguments and refusing to take no for answer, Alex had moved her lock, stock, and barrel into the master suite from that night forward. No one questioned the new sleeping arrangement any more than they did their emerging relationship. If anything, Meghan felt a quiet delight coming at them in waves each time they appeared together.
To her complete shock he practically walked away from any agency responsibilities in order to focus entirely on her. She’d even overheard him several times saying let Tori handle it when some work related issue of crisis came up. In every way that mattered, she had his undivided attention.
And so it went for the next few weeks. They laughed like children, got into all sorts of mischief, rode together, took day trips, explored the natural wonders in that part of the world, even played board games at night when the house was quiet and they were all alone. It was in a word – heaven.
Every couple of days she would indulge him with one of her special body massages, which inevitably gave way to other, more erotic diversions. Spending each night in his big bed had been quite a revelation too. She found the sleeping arrangements incredibly intimate, even without the mind-blowing sex.
They made love non-stop; upon awakening every morning, throughout the day - sometimes in the strangest spots - and late into the night. Alex was inexhaustible on that score. Losing their clothes with alarming speed whenever the fancy struck had been an eye-opening experience for her. He’d taken her on the wide stairway, up against almost every wall in the house, on the dining room table, and several times in the pool cabana. It made her blush just thinking about it.
And it wasn’t always him. They were equal partners in expressing their passions. She had instigated more than a few randy encounters, especially enjoying one particularly memorable naked romp on a blanket in the desert at sunset. She’d gotten on all fours and begged him to take her out in the open with the glory of nature as a witness, and he’d eagerly complied. She’d never forget Alex pulling on her head with an immense fistful of her hair as he fucked her hard while she cried out her pleasure.
He’d treated her like a rare and delicate flower, when her monthly cycle came, seeing to her every comfort and need. Were all men so solicitous of their lovers during those out-of-body times? She didn’t know but secretly hoped his caring was the exception rather than the rule. He’d given her his own version of a massage, even rubbing her feet when her discomfort had bee
n palpable. What man did that?
When the annual cowboy festival took place he’d surprised her with a gorgeous pair of hand tooled boots and a western hat that made her jump into his arms with unabashed delight. Everyone got in on the fun as the entire Family Justice enjoyed the parades, rodeos, cook-offs, and general cowboy fun that Meghan had so looked forward to.
That was another of those occasions when their love play had tripped into legendary territory. Showing his romantic side, Alex booked them for several nights in a stunning private cottage at the L’Auberge in Sedona. They’d indulged every sense with gourmet meals served creek side, cuddling next to a wood burning fireplace, and enjoyed an outdoor couple’s massage with only the sound of their contented sighs and the quiet waters of the creek. It had been like a honeymoon in a way – just the two of them. Out of place and time, wrapped in each other, exploring what was happening between them. When it was over and time to step back into daily life, they returned to the Villa and the warm embrace of the people and familiar routines found there.
Meghan’s reverie of the past month was interrupted by the shrill intrusion of her phone buzzing. Wearing a rueful expression at having her happy thoughts so rudely cut off, she glanced at the screen and saw it was Lacey texting about some pictures Meghan had taken.
Ah yes. The pictures. She smiled thinking of the day she’d spent with the pregnant sisters-in-law. They’d cajoled and prodded her into agreeing to shoot some intimate photos depicting their gloriously ripe bodies in various states of undress. The photos were sweet and romantic showing the women at their best. Others were semi or completely nude, not too unlike some well publicized celebrity pregnancy photos.
Meghan had been cropping and photo shopping the hundreds of images, which was why Lacey had contacted her. She’d promised to bring her laptop down to the cabin after lunch so they could view the photos together while the men were off doing whatever it was they did when clients were in the compound.
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