by Susan Bliler
Holy! Fucking! Hell!
It took Alex a minute to react, and when she did, it was to open her mouth with a startled gasp, a gasp that Recker took advantage of by plunging his tongue into her mouth. Alex was frozen only a moment and then like warm butter, she melted against him, wrapping her lips around his tongue and sucking gently.
Recker groaned before pulling back, pressing his forehead into hers. “If you want me to stop, siren, you best say so now.”
Stop? Hell no, she didn’t want him to stop. The need for him pounded so violently through her veins that it left her feeling light-headed. She’d been fantasizing about him being on her, his hands, his mouth. She’d wanted this for so damn long that she couldn’t even express it in words. A keening whimper left her lips as she ground her hips against his. Wrapping her legs more firmly around him, she pulled him closer in a silent plea, and just to make sure he understood, she reached down and grabbed the back of his hand before guiding his palm up her thigh and curving it around to settle on her ass.
“Fffffuck,” Recker snarled against her lips then he was moving. In two long strides, he was to the couch before his mouth was back on hers. Gently, he lowered her to the sofa, his big body caging hers in as he continued his gentle assault on her mouth. The next sound Alex heard was the rending of cloth as Recker ripped her leggings. Cool air blasted her overheated skin, and Alex broke off from their kiss to shove at the button-up shirt that covered Recker’s shoulder.
Clothes off! Clothes off! Why hadn’t she thought of that?
Recker tore the rest of her clothes from her body before he stepped back and started working on his own. The entire time he was ripping his shirt off and tearing his pants down, his eyes were glued to her. At that moment, she realized that Recker was wrong. Yeah, being wanted was a big deal, but this! The look on his face right now that told her he’d fucking die if he wasn’t inside her in the next few minutes…that was addictive.
Watching Recker watch her, Alex spread her bent legs a little wider. Recker’s darkened, lust-filled, gaze lowered to her weeping pussy, and his body actually tensed like it was painful to hold himself back. A feral sound rumbled up from his chest and his jaw ticked hard. Yeah, teasing Recker Rhodes was highly enjoyable in a sadistic sort of way. An odd tingling sensation drifted over Alex’s skin. She didn’t know if it was from the heady power she currently wielded over this Walker or if it was simply giddy anticipation.
***
Recker was doing every fucking thing he possibly could to keep from pouncing on Alex and impaling her in one brutish thrust. Honey seeped from her sweet pussy and the sight of her bare and spread open for him had come already dripping off the end of his dick. He was so damn hard right now. Never before had his cock strained so hard to be buried between a pair of thighs. Dark, creamy thighs. Alex looked like heaven, the best invitation he’d ever been given.
His dark-skinned goddess blinked up at him with those big brown eyes that looked so damn innocent and didn’t match the full luscious tits awaiting him, or the sinfully wet slit that was weeping for him, waiting to be fucked. Just thinking about sinking into her tight heat had him nearly erupting and he felt a flush of red creep up his neck and land in his face with the effort of self-restraint.
Alex’s brows dipped in concern, and she closed her legs slightly, “Recker?”
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed hating the sudden bout of insecurity he heard in her tone. It hadn’t been what he’d meant to say. No, he was going to say something smooth and sexy, but honestly, it was the first thing that came out.
Alex grinned and let her legs fall open again.
Thank fuck!
Her flashing that delicate pussy at him and then taking it away was sure to cause the last tendril of his control to evaporate, and the last thing he wanted was to attack Alex and fuck her like the rutting beast he was.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he warned, and his words startled even himself. Alex only grinned wider.
Then he was everywhere. The stubble from his beard brushed her cheek as his lips and teeth nipped at her shoulder and neck. His hands instantly went to her ass and lifted her until her naked body was pressed up against his. Alex’s wet pussy rubbed against the velvety iron length of him, but he didn’t dare slip inside, not yet. No, his hands gripped her ass and spread her cheeks as he rubbed himself against her, the slick sound of her need slathering him filled the air. Breasts mashed up against his chest, Recker pulled back and lowered his mouth while Alex lifted a hand and guided a dark-tipped nipple into his hot mouth. The second his lips closed around her, Alex’s body arched violently, and she cried out. It was too much. For as much as Recker wanted to wait, for how badly he wanted to go slow, it wasn’t happening.
He sucked hard while Alex bucked against him and when the still weeping blunt tip of him probed her wet slit, she let her mouth fall open on a gasp as she tightened her thighs on him and slowly lifted herself until the thick breadth of him breached and forced its way inside her body.
Recker knew he was big, so he did his best not to move while Alex slowly fucked him, taking him deeper inside with each roll of her hips. Finally, when his hips were flush with hers, Alex opened her eyes and grinned up at him, whispering, “Big boy.”
He bucked his hips once. Alex’s eyes rounded as she gasped and clawed at his shoulders. He knew she liked it because he felt her wet pussy coat him just seconds before she let her head roll back and begged, “Fuck me, now.”
And he did. At first, he was mesmerized by Alex’s bouncing breasts as he thrust into her, but then his eyes lowered to where they were connected. He growled and gripped Alex’s hips roughly to keep from exploding too soon. He watched as he dipped his dick in and out. It glistened with the sheen of their shared desire and possessiveness nearly blinded him. He wanted Alex. Yeah, now, but for always too. She felt like his. At this moment, she was his, and he never wanted it to end.
“Siren,” he breathed, his wet lips brushing against her skin as he bent. Shivers coursed through Alex’s body and only served to encourage him.
Alex’s breath tore from her in ragged gasps. Her nails bit into him so hard they drew blood. He didn’t care. On the contrary, his inner beasts were proud of the markings. That pride was trumped only by the knowledge that once he filled her with his seed, she’d bear his scent. Everyone would know he had her, everyone would know she’d accepted him, everyone would know she was his.
Alex’s body tensed. He knew she was close by the way she used her heels to anchor him to her. He’d been pounding into her pussy like it owed him something, and it did. Still, Recker shortened his movements as Alex’s body tightened further. So close, she was so damn close now he could practically taste it.
Titling her head back, Alex’s dark eyes caught the low lamplight. With just one look, she filled Recker with the conviction that he had to make her his forever. A crooked smile hiked his face at the prospect, and he decided then and there to accept the challenge. Alexandra Hayworth would be his mate if it was the last fucking thing he made happen.
Alex cried out as her body shattered around him. The milking suction of her tight cunt coupled with her teeth on his shoulder had his own release tearing through him with a force that stole his breath. Whether it was from weeks of want or out of sheer pleasure, Recker didn’t know, but when his release hit him, he went off like Mount Saint Helens. Over the roaring pulse in his veins, Recker barely heard his own animalistic grunts as he bucked into Alex, emptying himself inside her fully as her sweat slickened body clung to his. Her soft body pressed into his and then relaxed with each slowing breath and Recker couldn’t stop the smile that wrecked his face.
Holy fuck! Had anything ever been so amazing? No. Fuck no!
He didn’t even bother pulling out of Alex’s body as he lifted her and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. By the time he reached the bed, he was already hard again, and Alex was writhing against him, her dripping sex contracting around him and inciting him to low
er her to the bed where he crawled over her beautiful body and caged it in with his own before he started tunneling into her again.
Chapter 30
Recker entered Alex’s small kitchenette and found her sitting on the counter wearing only his button-up shirt. Smirking, he watched her spoon a mound of something between her plump lips and wondered if she had any idea just how sexy she looked right now. Her eyes landed on him, and she smiled as he padded, barefoot, into the kitchen. His pants were back on, but that was all he wore.
When he got to her, he locked his arms on either side of her hips and shook his head at the immediate erection that pressed against his zipper. Hell, just being this close to her was hell on his libido.
She dunked her spoon back into the little plastic cup in her hand and then held it up. “Applesauce?”
He wanted to say no because…well, he didn’t have a vagina, but the way Alex stared at him expectantly had him lowering his head as his mouth opened and he accepted the proffered bite. It wasn’t bad for mushy fruit, but he could think of something else he’d rather have in his mouth.
Smoothing one hand up Alex’s bare thigh, Recker stopped only because she set her apple crap down and grabbed his hand. Looking down she studied it a moment. The pads of her fingers ghosted over his palm and the calluses there. She tried to lace their fingers together, but his hand was too big…or hers was too small. He smiled when she gave up and wrapped her slender fingers around his thumb and held on, settling their linked hands in her lap and beaming up at him.
“You got something more substantial than that,” he jerked his chin to her applesauce. “I need to get a real meal in you before we go speak with Monroe.”
Alex’s brows dipped down. “Monroe?”
“Yeah. You’re gonna tell him that you’re opting out of the breeding program.”
Alex released his thumb and lifted her hands to his chest where she gave him a little shove so she could see his face more fully. “Opting out?”
“Yeah,” he frowned confused that she didn’t know he’d expect that of her after what they’d just shared. “I’m not letting someone else have you, Alexandra.”
“Can’t…can’t you just opt-in?”
And this is where shit got sticky. He was already part of the program, but putting the chances of them being paired up into fate’s hands wasn’t happening. He couldn’t take that risk because if he hadn’t already been afflicted by her, then the odds of him being matched to her were pretty slim.
“I don’t want to take that chance. Do you? What if we aren’t matched? Worse, what if we’re matched with someone else?”
He watched as uncertainty filled Alex’s eyes and her teeth dented her bottom lip.
“It has to be us.” She looked down and fidgeted with the cup of applesauce by her hip. “It feels like it, doesn’t it?”
Recker snorted. “Who knows how any of that shit works?” His words triggered something though because Alex’s mouth fell open.
“You don’t…” She pushed him back to hop off the counter before she shoved past him.
“Alex?” He turned to watch her pace away from him before she stopped.
“You don’t even know, do you?”
“Know what?”
She spun to face him and her beautiful face looked pained. “What you do to me?” She waved her hand around her belly. “About a million times a day just thinking about you gives me these flutter flies. You invade every hour of every day for me and sleep?” She snorted, “I miss it. I can’t even close my stupid eyes without seeing your stupid face! And you have no idea. You don’t even know what you do to me, and it’s not fair.” Alex turned away from him before asking quietly, “Are you even affected by me, Recker Rhodes?”
***
Long moments of silence hung between them and with each second that passed, Alex felt her heart plummet. Of course, he didn’t. She was about to go hide in her room when hands gripped her shoulders and spun her around. She didn’t look up. Facing rejection was humiliating enough without having to watch it be delivered.
“Look at this,” Recker commanded.
She didn’t look up, didn’t care what he wanted to show her.
“Alex, look!”
When she didn’t look up, he held his hand in her line of sight.
“I don’t get it”, she mumbled. “Your hand? What am I supposed to be looking at?”
“At this.” Recker lifted his hand higher, and Alex’s head lifted as she followed it. When it was directly in front of her eyes, she saw then that Recker’s hand was shaking.
Alarm tore through her and jerking her gaze from his hand to his eyes she asked, “Are you alright? What’s wrong?”
He was grinning like an idiot and said, “Nothing.” Jerking his chin toward his still trembling hand, he said. “This is you. This is what you do to me.”
Alex looked back at his hand in confusion.
“When I first realized I liked you like really liked you, I used to get nervous as hell when I was around you. I was always afraid I’d do or say the wrong thing, and you’d think I was an idiot and not good enough for you. The longer you let me near you, the more confident I grew, and my hands stopped shaking from the nerves.”
Alex’s gaze flicked to his, “But…it’s shaking now.”
“Yeah,” he glared at his hand. “It’s from something else now.”
Dipping her eyes back to his hand, Alex asked, “What? What, Recker? Why is your hand shaking?”
“Because it’s hard for me to keep them off you.”
Her rounded eyes collided with his.
“Now every time I see you, my palms literally itch to touch you. I have to fist my fucking hands and force them to my sides to keep from tucking your hair behind your ear, or smoothing a thumb across your soft cheek, or palming that scrumptious ass. When I’m around you, siren, I wanna hold you. This,” he looked back at his hand. “This is me fighting my urges. This is me forcing myself to keep my hands off you.”
Alex watched his handshake a moment longer before she slowly lifted hers and laid her palm against his. His palm was warm and calloused, and when he wrapped his masculine fingers around her dainty ones, it felt like it was where her hand belonged.
Placing her other hand on top of his, Alex lifted his and forced his fingers open before placing his palm against her cheek. “Don’t do that.”
Recker was staring at where his hand rested against her skin. “What?” he asked quietly.
Alex lifted her eyes to his. “Don’t you ever keep yourself from touching me.”
“I shouldn’t touch you,” he whispered. “You’re not mine.”
Alex closed her eyes at the admission. She knew what he meant. There was no affliction. Without it, she wasn’t truly his, and he wasn’t truly hers. Worse, some other woman could come in at any time and end up being his one. Some stranger could be the one that Recker would leave Alex for, and Alex had to decide if that was a chance she was willing to take. Her heart screamed yes. She knew she loved him, knew they could be happy together; yet, her head told her to be fucking smart. She could give her heart to this Walker. She would if they took this any further and what then? What happened when his Angel came along, and Recker was afflicted? Alex would be tossed by the wayside, yet again, and how would she ever recover.
“I want you so damn bad,” Recker whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. “But it’s not fair. I know it’s not fair and selfish prick that I am, I can’t stop myself from wanting it anyway.”
“I want it too,” Alex admitted quietly, afraid of breaking the moment. “You said it’s not instantaneous. It could still happen right?”
Recker pulled back to stare down at her.
“What if it still happens?” she pleaded.
His expression morphed into one of anguish. “What if it doesn’t?”
Alex wanted to cry. What else could she do? She and Recker were attached to each other now, connected, and there was no way to guarantee if that c
onnection was as real as it felt or if it was a fluke. The only way to know for sure came at a great risk and only to her. She’d be the one suffering if she tethered her heart fully to his only to have him ripped away by another woman chosen by destiny.
“I…I don’t know what to do?” Alex whispered.
“I’ll denounce her.” Recker lifted his head, cupping Alex’s chin and tilting it up until she met his eyes. “If you choose me, I’ll denounce her.”
Alex was shocked. “Wh-what?”
“I want you, Alex. I choose you!”
“You can’t,” she stepped back. “That’s not how it works.”
“I don’t fucking care how it works,” he snarled, keeping pace with her slow retreat. “I don’t care what everyone says, I don’t care how it’s supposed to happen. I only care about you.”
“But, Recker…”
“No,” he cut her off, capturing her hand and lifting it to his chest. “Feel this, Alex.”
Beneath her palm, his heart was hammering like the hooves of a thousand wild stallions.
“That’s what you do to me. Believe in that. Believe in us. Let’s do this together. You pick me. You trust me to keep my word, and I’ll pick you back.”
Alex’s mouth dropped open as she stared up at him in disbelief.
“I mean it, siren! I have all the faith in the world that you are mine. And I’m asking you to have faith enough in me to trust that I’ll keep my vow. I’ll never let you go, no matter what.”
“And if your Angel appears?”
She tried to pull her hand from his, but he held firm, his chin dipping as his nostrils flared. Alex was trapped in his intent gaze. “She already has. Trust me. Trust us.” He tapped her hand that was still flattened over his pounding heart. “Trust this!”
God, it was terrifying what this man was asking her to do. He wanted her to take a chance. He was asking her to take a leap off a cliff and have faith that he’d be at the bottom to catch her. Nobody else had ever been there. No other men had held up their end of the bargain in her life. Her father had abandoned her, her brothers followed suit, and yet here was Recker asking her to believe in him and she honestly didn’t know if she could. She wanted to. Every fiber of her fucking being wanted to scream yes, but she’d suffered so much. Experience told her to be smart, but that goddamn hope that was filling her wouldn’t be held down. It kept rearing its ugly head and whispering sweet promises to her stupid ass heart. It was whispering things that she had only ever wished and prayed for in the most private chambers of her heart.