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Legally Bound 5.5: Legally Unbounded (Legally Bound Series)

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by Blue Saffire

My wife has nothing else on but my shirt. My wife. I’m still wrapping my mind around that. I slip my hands inside and splay them on her back.

  “I’m amazing at shutting that world out when I need to. I promise, I’m all yours from here on out,” I say.

  “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she smiles. “You’re not the same person. Your role is different. You won’t be hiding much from anyone.”

  “Shh, the universe might hear,” I murmur against her lips. “Let your husband think what he wants.”

  Her laugh fills the air, bringing a bigger smile to my lips. I let my hand glide up her back, then down to her backside. Her skin is as smooth as silk.

  I bite my lip and squeeze her soft skin. I look down at her full breasts and brown nipples. Her breasts are heaving and her nipples are erect. The sexiest sight ever against my tanned skin.

  “Tonight, I plan to make love to my wife. In the morning, we’ll go sailing. I want to read your book. You said you’re ready to edit it. I can read it aloud to you. That will help, won’t it?” I ask, as I sway her to the music in my head.

  “You’d read to me,” she says with the sweetest smile.

  “Of course, Baby, I’ll do whatever you need me to,” I croon.

  “Is that right,” she asks with a mischievous smile, as she looks up at me through her lashes.

  I groan. “You know I will. Just ask,” I rasp. She is so sexy. These big brown eyes have me under her spell.

  “Make love to me here,” she purrs and backs up until her back is to the balcony railing.

  “Damn, I was hoping you would say that,” I lick my lips, stepping forward and dropping to my knees.

  I lift her leg over my shoulder and inhale her delicious scent. Tasha can make a starved man slow down to savor his meal. I nudge her clit with my nose and smirk when she gasps. Tonight, I know damn well I’m going to play with my food.

  I lick the outside of her lips, receiving just a hint of her sweet nectar. I let my hand glide to her knee and then under her thigh that’s resting on my shoulder. I palm her thigh and pull her open for me.

  Tasha’s back bows, I dive in for a better taste, and she rocks into my face as much as my hold will allow. Every time I feel her on the edge of coming, I back off and nip her other thigh that’s barely supporting her. At this point, I’m holding half her weight and the railing is holding the other half.

  “LaSalle, Baby, I can’t,” she breathes. “Please stop torturing me.”

  I chuckle. I’ve only just begun, but I have mercy, and bring her to her first climax. It makes no difference. I can do this all night.

  ~B~

  Tasha

  My eyes roll in the back of my head. The breeze off the water is the only thing cooling off my overheated body. I have no words for the buildup and release LaSalle has just given my body.

  What I do know is, he plans to do it again. I just know it. It’s in the way his eyes remain on me and in the way he is lapping up my juices. This is far from over.

  My grip on the railing is so tight it hurts. My toes and calf hurt from trying to keep purchase on the ground, while my husband wreaks havoc on my body. My husband.

  Just thinking the words throws me into a round of multiples as LaSalle sucks my nether lips into his mouth. I convulse against his face, but he shows no mercy. Not at all.

  Instead, he repeats his former torture. Bringing me so close only to stop. Nipping my inner thigh, sucking the flesh into his mouth, and then licking it to soothe it. I’m blinded with lust and barely contained pleasure as he treats my body as his own.

  It is his. LaSalle can do anything to this body because without a doubt it is his. To prove that point, he slips a pinky into my rear hole. I gasp and come without so much as a thought.

  “You’re so ready for my cock, but I want to feast on you some more,” LaSalle rasps, as he looks up at me.

  “Please, I need you,” I whimper.

  I want so badly to feel him inside me. I’ve never wanted something so much. This need is so deep, if I don’t feed it now, I will explode from deprivation.

  LaSalle smirks and stands, releasing my leg he’s been pinning. He releases his belt, unzips his pants, and pushes them down his hips. In the next swift motion, he is lifting me by my waist, wrapping my legs around him.

  His kiss is so tender; I feel my heart burst in my chest. Yet, there is a hint of something possessive to it. The railing bites into my backside, as he presses me into it. I cry out as his shaft slides into me.

  I don’t know how, but it feels like the first time all over again. LaSalle stretches me to the brink, stilling so that we both can take the time to adjust. This is our first union as man and wife and it feels so right.

  I dig my fingers into his shoulder blades, as he starts to move slowly inside me. He cups my jaw with one hand, tipping my head back, deepening the kiss. It is so overwhelming. I feel like fire is coursing through my veins, licking at my insides.

  He groans and I whimper. Time seems to be suspended. The breeze is cool against my back, but LaSalle’s dress shirt provides a barrier to my body while his body heat scorches my front. He moves his lips to my ear, leaving me bereft of his kisses.

  “We live together, we breathe together, we died together,” he breathes in my ear. “I want your trust, Baby. I want you to always trust me.”

  “I do,” I whimper.

  “Do you?” he asks and lifts me up over the railing.

  I glance over my shoulder and gasp, as adrenaline fills me, but I trust him. We are high up over the rocks and ocean, but I know the man that has me in his arms will never fail me. I tighten my legs around his waist, not out of fear, but because I need him closer, deeper. I just need more.

  LaSalle’s long, deep strokes are more than I can bare. I place my head in the crook of his neck and pant against his skin. I place small kisses on his neck.

  “I love you,” I whisper out, in awe of how amazing he feels.

  Despite being suspended in the air, I allow myself to get lost in him. When he leans to whisper back to me in Italian, I feel him all over my body. His words shoot straight to my nervous system and tingle every sense I have.

  “Quando sei vieni per me, voglio che vieni sapendo che tu sei mia moglie, moi unico e solo, la mia preghiera,” he whispers softly to me. “Capisce?”

  Do I understand? God, do I understand. For a man to whisper, ‘when you come for me, I want you to come knowing that you are my wife, my one and only, my prayer,’ that is just the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

  “Yes,” I gasp into his neck as my orgasm takes over me.

  LaSalle lifts me from his shaft, placing me back on my feet. He pushes his shirt I’m wearing from my shoulders and the fabric floats down to our feet. He is still fully erect between us, but he takes his time to run his fingertips from my temple, down my face, to my shoulder, over my collarbone, over my breast, down my stomach, before crossing his fingertips to my waist.

  His hand lands on my hip, shocking me when he turns me quickly to face away from him. “Grab the rail,” he rasps into my ear.

  I do as he says. The portion of the rail my hands land on is cool to the touch, but I wrap my fingers around it and hold tight. I bite my lip as LaSalle enters me. It’s slow and torturous, but that doesn’t last for long.

  He kicks my legs further apart, bending his knees and lunging into me. The grunts coming from his mouth are so sexy. I don’t miss the aggression, this is LaSalle at his finest. This is my man unleashed.

  His fingers bite into my flesh. My teeth chatter. The beauty of the view set before me only heightens the sensations coursing through me. The sound of our pleasure mixes with the sound of the waves crashing.

  I know exactly the point when he is getting close. I feel him swell inside, as he reaches for my hair turning my head towards him. Bending over my body, LaSalle delivers a searing kiss that turns my insides to jelly.

  When I feel his first blast of heat fill me, my knees buckle. LaSalle doesn�
�t stop, he bands his free arm around my waist, holding me up right as he plows through both our release. I cry out as his teeth sink into my shoulder blade.

  Once he has emptied himself inside me, LaSalle tugs me against his body, holding me close. When he releases my hair, I bend my head to rest it against the cool railing.

  “Every fucking time,” he says when he catches his breath. “It never fails with you. You take me to that place beyond, every single time.”

  I chuckle breathlessly. “You are not alone,” I pant.

  “Come on, round two is in the shower,” he says against the back of my neck before kissing it.

  I smile. I can feel we are about to enter our own little bubble. I can handle a week of this. Or at least, I’ll enjoy it as long as it lasts.

  chapter Fourty-one

  Our Bubble

  Tasha

  “Tasha,” LaSalle barks through the house.

  I grin to myself. He had to take a call out by the pool. He was disturbing my concentration. Since he read my entire book to me on the sailboat, I’ve had so many ideas on ways to tweak the book.

  I finally got frustrated and came inside, despite the disapproving look on my husband’s face. He’d said the call would only take a minute, but it was clear it was going to be much longer than that, as he barked into the phone in Italian.

  That was an hour ago. From the sexy growl in his voice, I know he has words for me. It’s been four days since we’ve been here in Greece. We haven’t been out of each other’s sight for longer than a few minutes the entire time.

  I look up from my laptop as he enters the room. Oh, God, the pout on his sexy face is so adorable. I move the laptop from my lap as he climbs up the bed.

  His big hand clenches my waist as he kisses my lips. “I thought I told you to stay put,” he grumbles against my lips. “I missed you and having you close would have kept me from smashing my phone.”

  My mouth pops open. “You smashed your phone?” I gasp.

  He shrugs and turns onto his back. “I may have cracked the screen. It will do until we return home.”

  I burst into a fit of laughter, moving to straddle his lap. “What am I going to do with you?” I purr.

  LaSalle palms my ass and settles me on his growing erection. “I have a whole lot you can do with me,” he smirks. “But first I want you to talk to me. I need to get my mind off the bullshit.”

  “What’s wrong,” I ask, placing my hands on his chest.

  He rolls his eyes and grunts. “I said take my mind off of it,” he sighs.

  “I heard you, but maybe the best way to take your mind off of it, is to talk about it,” I shrug.

  “On second thought, let’s just have sex,” LaSalle wiggles his brows, while running his hands up my thighs.

  “Shut up, silly,” I slap his chest.

  “They found your ex-fiancé’s mother getting her hands into some things she has no business in, again. She has gotten wind of our engagement and wedding and now she’s poking around for help to get to you,” he sighs, but his penetrating eyes never leave my face.

  I fold my arms over my chest. “I think it’s time I have a little visit with that bitch,” I snap.

  LaSalle presses his lips. “The hell you will. I have it covered. She can only get the bottom of the barrel to respond to her requests. I’m taking care of it. I just don’t like her timing.”

  I furrow my brows. “That woman is dangerous and resourceful. She has always hated me. You should just let me handle this,” I say cautiously.

  LaSalle sits up and cups my face. “I thought you trusted me,” he says as he searches my eyes.

  “I do,” I say softly.

  “Then know that I have this under control. I’m dealing with all of it,” he says with promise in his voice.

  I nod. “Okay, now tell me what you are leaving out.”

  “No, enough, I don’t want to talk about those things. Come, your husband wants to work on our family,” LaSalle says effectively silencing me.

  ~B~

  LaSalle

  I open my eyes and inhale. I have a lot of shit to attend to when I return home. It is eating me up that we will have to cut this honeymoon short.

  There’s too much going on for me to be away for so long. I need to hit hard and I need to do it now. Carlton’s mother is the least of my worries.

  The underworld is on the move. I need to be in place when they hit again. This is what the elders in the Alliance were afraid of—an all out war.

  I knew it was coming, but it’s all a part of the plan. We’re playing for power, someone is going to get crushed. It just won’t be me.

  I look down at my wife. I love the way her dark skin glows in the light spilling in from the window. The white sheet draped across her now, only amplifies her soft curves and beauty.

  Her hair is a mess from sleep and me tugging at it. I smirk; Tasha is so passionate during our lovemaking. I hate that I have to take this time from her. She has been the most relaxed I’ve seen her in a long time.

  I couldn’t fix my mouth earlier to tell her our honeymoon is officially over. Our bubble has been burst. I wanted to give her just a few more hours. We can leave first thing in the morning. I know it will be short notice, but at least she will have one more night of peace.

  “Baby,” her sleep filled voice greets my ears. Her eyes are still closed as she reaches for my face.

  I kiss her fingertips, her palm, then reach to hold her hand to my face. “Yes.”

  “I know we have to go. Stop stressing and go back to sleep. I know who you are. I see what you don’t say. I’ll pack our things at dawn. Is that alright?” she murmurs, without opening her eyes.

  I reach to pull her body to mine. “I love you,” I say in her ear. “That’s perfect. I’ll make this up to you, I promise.”

  “I love you, too. It’s the life I’ve chosen, Baby. I’ll ride through whatever. Besides, I miss the kids,” she yarns.

  “They miss you too,” I say and kiss her temple.

  Every time I think I couldn’t love this woman more, she sucks me in deeper. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I will make this up.

  chapter Fourty-Two

  Up To Something

  LaSalle

  A month later…

  “Bobby, why are you telling me shit I don’t care about? I said that’s the house she wants. Get it under contract and have Ollie and his crew on the site making the adjustments I need.

  “I’ll pay the damn extra money. I want this done,” I growl at my brother.

  Tasha and I have been home for a month, since our honeymoon. I rarely get to see my wife or children. I’ve been knee deep in flipping shit upside down.

  Make no mistakes. I’ve made sure that these motherfuckers feel me. Uri, Luca, Logan, Brooklyn, we’ve all been busy. Misha has too, but something sent him running back to Russia like he had a flame up his ass.

  Misha told me he was leaving after the wedding, but after the attack that ended with his man killed, he stayed behind to be close for my children and parents. I will never be able to repay him for doing so. It gave me peace of mind while I spent time with my wife.

  Yesterday, I finally had time to spend with Tasha to house hunt and she found a house she fell in love with. The only problem, I need a few add-ons that I have at the current house. The kind of add-ons you don’t want anyone to know about.

  “Sam, are you thinking straight. I don’t think you should do this now,” Bobby sighs.

  I glare at my brother. “I’m not worried about neighbors. There are plenty of acres between us,” I press my lips. I know what really has Bobby concerned. “So what Ollie and his crew come at a price. I want to start the moving process for the kids, just do it.”

  I know my brother hates this. I also know I’ve offered a price Bobby is not happy with. I did it to get the current owners out sooner. It’s what needs to be done.

  It’s my money. I need shit to happen. My baby’s face lit up like a Chri
stmas tree when we walked through that house. She had it before she opened her mouth to say she wanted it.

  “If you want to waste money, then fine. Remember I told you, you have other options,” Bobby sighs.

  “Other options that could cost me the house,” I grunt.

  “Will you just do it,” Marcus sighs. “Ollie is an asshole. He is going to charge out the ass for whatever Sam needs, but he’s the best. I agree with Sam, waiting for all the hoops you want to jump through will cost more in the end.”

  “Fine,” Bobby huffs and gets to work on what I asked for in the first place.

  Marcus furrows his brows at his phone, then looks up at me. “This is the fourth time this week Rita has messaged me that she’s going to Val’s,” he mutters to himself.

  I tilt my head at him. Tasha, mentioned going over there again this morning, but I thought little of it. Val and Tasha have become tight.

  However, we all know Marcus and Rita are tapped into each other like homing devices. If he spies out something wrong, we all listen in. I narrow my eyes and think. Tasha has been at Uri’s place every day this week.

  Bobby stops what he’s doing as well. “Oh, Boy, they’re up to something. Paige and Pam have been meeting at my house to go over there together since Monday,” Bobby groans.

  “Whose birthday is coming? Anniversary? Anything to tell me my wife is not up to something with Morte Nera,” I growl.

  “Nothing, I got nothing,” Marcus shakes his head.

  “Oh, Boy,” Bobby huffs. “I’ll call Nate.”

  ~B~

  Tasha

  “How are you my sister?” Val giggles and shakes her head at Shannon, as we all sit around Val’s living room.

  “Oh, shut up,” Shannon pouts. “If you’re my sister, aren’t you supposed to help me?”

  “Nope, I tried. You’re Tasha’s special project now,” Val laughs.

  “I don’t like the way you say special,” Shannon says giving Val the stink eye.

  Val bursts into laughter, falling over into Pam. We are all stifling our laughter at this point. My phone buzzes in my lap and I pick it up to check it. When I see it’s LaSalle, I smirk and place my wine glass down on the table.

 

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