Luscious

by Lexi Blake

  He switched breasts, licking and tonguing her before sucking it into his mouth and nipping lightly. She shivered, the feeling utterly exquisite. That bite of pain so enhanced her pleasure. She sighed into the sensation, allowing it to flow across her.

  “That’s what I like to hear. Yes. I want all your yesses, Ally.” His hands roamed her body and there was no way to miss the possessiveness that lay behind each and every stroke. “Sanctum is reopening soon. I want you there with me.”

  Wherever he went, she would be with him. “Of course.”

  His hand came up to touch her throat. “I want to get you a collar. Nothing crazy, just a necklace that lets other people in the lifestyle know you’re mine.”

  “What about people outside the lifestyle?” She asked the question with a hint of teasing.

  “They’ll know because of the ring on your finger.”

  She sat up, her spine straightening. He couldn’t have said that. “Macon?”

  His hand went to her thigh. He tugged her into the position he wanted her. He hooked her legs over his, spreading them wide. She could feel the metal of his right leg holding her open, contrasting with the left, but she’d decided long ago that she adored every inch of Macon and she loved both his legs, flesh or metal. They were both a part of him. Her back was to his chest, her body spread out for him.

  His hands moved along her body as though he couldn’t decide what part to focus on. Everywhere he touched her, warmth spread. “I know it’s soon, but I’m going to marry you, Allyson Jones. When you’re ready, we’ll go to Vegas and make a weekend of it, but you will come back with my ring on your finger. You’ll tell me when it’s time to go. Make sure, baby, because there won’t be any going back. This marriage is forever.”

  It was all she wanted with him. Forever. It was so selfish. Now was the time to tell him, but she couldn’t. She loved him too much to risk it. He never had to know that they’d started out under false pretenses. It was obvious Ronnie had never mentioned that his sister wasn’t his biological sibling or that she’d never shared a name with him. She’d always addressed Macon as Sarah Rowe since explaining her relationship would have taken up time and possibly given him a reason to reject speaking with her since she had no real legal standing.

  She didn’t have to tell him. He would never find out. It was only a little lie that no longer meant anything in the face of how she felt about him. She’d loved Ronnie and her mom, but the pastor had been right. Life was for the living. Ronnie was gone and nothing would bring him back. If the situation hurt Macon too much, he never had to talk about it. She trusted him.

  “Can we go on Monday?” They had Mondays off and she was certain if Chef Taggart knew what they were doing he would give them a few days. They could be back for Friday dinner service.

  His arms tightened around her. “Are you sure?”

  “I love you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I’ve never felt this way. I want to be your wife, your sub, eventually the mother of your babies. I want it all, Macon.”

  His mouth was right against her ear. “I want it all, too. You should know though that I’m going back to school. There’s still a lot I don’t know. Sean’s agreed to let me take classes a couple of days a week. I want my certification. I want skins on the wall. I’m serious about this profession, but it means a lot of hard work for the next couple of years.”

  “I’ll support you. Whatever we have to do.” She would spend her time learning the business end. She’d always liked organizing things. Macon could be the artist and she would make everything else run. Maybe one day they’d have their own bakery. “It’s you and me.”

  They had so little between them. He’d lost everything and she’d never really had anything. So why did she suddenly feel so damn blessed?

  “That’s how I like it.” His hand slid down and it seemed to know exactly where it wanted to go this time. The pad of his finger circled her clit. Over and over and around and around. “Give me one. Come for me and then I’ll slide inside you and we’ll both come again. And then you’ll go out and sit down with our friends and they’ll all know I’ve had you, but that’s all right. It’s natural and right for me to have you. You belong to me. You’re my girl.”

  “And you belong to me.” He was right about that. It was natural. It certainly felt that way. No other man could melt her inhibitions and take her out of her own head the way he could. She was always thinking, always in motion. She’d been that way since she was a child, but things slowed down when she was with Macon. The world stilled and she could relax, giving over to him.

  “Yes, I do. I like being your man. Now give me what I want.” His finger ran over her clit, pressing with exactly the right amount of strength, and it wasn’t long before she was moaning and shoving up against his finger, trying to ride it. She could feel his cock hard against her back and she shivered in anticipation. She would have him inside her soon and she would be complete again. Being with Macon was addictive.

  He hit the perfect spot and her body was awash in sweet sensation.

  Even as she pulsed with the aftereffects, he was using those big muscled arms of his to move her around.

  “Turn around, baby. I want you to ride me.” He helped her up and then went to work on the condom. Her knees were weak, but it was a good feeling. She watched as he rolled the condom over his cock.

  After they were married she would get on birth control until they were ready for babies. She was going to have them. There was no doubt about that. She wanted a couple of mini-hims running around in the world. Tears struck her eyes as she thought about it. She could have a family again. She could build a life that was good for Macon and their kids. It was everything she’d ever longed for.

  “Baby.” His hand came out and he seemed to understand what her tears were about. He didn’t ask her if she was afraid or offer to stop. He guided her onto his lap, settling her down and sighing as she straddled him and started to lower herself. “I love you so much, Ally.”

  “I love you, too.” She worked her way down. Despite her arousal, he was still so big she had to move slowly to take him. This was what she needed always. This connection was her real home.

  She moved up and down, his hands circling her waist and helping to guide her. She held on tight, pressing her chest to his, her nipples rasping against that dusting of hair. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue taking her in a rhythm that matched his cock.

  Every movement brought her closer and closer to the edge, but she didn’t want it to stop. This was heaven. She surrounded herself with him, lost herself in his arms.

  She was getting married. Her and Macon against the world. That was what she’d thought it would be like if she ever found her other half. It would be her and her man against the rough cruel world, but even that had softened when she found Macon. She’d realized the world didn’t have to be so bad. She’d found this odd family and she belonged. The world was suddenly filled with possibilities.

  “My beautiful girl,” he whispered as he picked up the pace. He was lifting her with every thrust. “I bless the day you walked in here.”

  “Best day of my life.” She moved with him and before she was ready, her body was tightening, inner muscles clamping down to milk his cock.

  He shuddered and he held on to her as they both went reeling.

  She slumped forward, her body exhausted and her mind still for once.

  His arms wrapped around her and he held her close. “By this time next week, you’re going to be my wife.”

  She cuddled against him. “I will make sure to send your old one an announcement.”

  Thirty minutes later she’d ensured that Chef Taggart’s office was a model of cleanliness and perfect hygiene. Macon had an extra pair of pants in his gym bag so they were both back to looking somewhat respectable.

  She looked at the door Macon had gone out not ten minutes before. Once she opened it, everyone would know.

  Except they already knew. They would
just know that she knew that they knew.

  Screw it. She marched right out. So what if everyone knew she’d made love to the hottest, nicest, most perfect man on the planet.

  The minute she walked out the cheering began. She blushed furiously because it seemed like the entire crew was waiting and they’d popped open some champagne.

  She looked over at Macon, who walked toward her with a glass in his hand. “You told.”

  He shrugged. “Deena said she was going to get her shotgun if I didn’t make an honest woman out of you.”

  “I did you a favor,” Deena said with a smile. “You shouldn’t let a man who makes you scream like that go.”

  “He makes pies like he makes love,” Big Tag said with a shake of his head. “Congratulations to both of you.”

  Chef Taggart was standing by his big brother. Sean’s wife had joined them. Grace was holding their daughter on her hip and she winked their way as her husband stepped up and held up a glass. “To our very first workplace romance to end happily. No, Javi, I’m not counting that socialite you banged in the restroom. She wasn’t an employee and the entire relationship only lasted through the first course.”

  Javier grinned. “But it was a good first course, boss.”

  Sean shook his head. “You guys are going to kill me. Let’s turn this dinner into a celebration. To Macon and Ally.”

  “To Macon and Ally,” the group said in unison.

  “Or should we call you Sarah?” a dark voice interrupted.

  Adam Miles walked up from the back, his eyes going straight to hers.

  Macon’s brother knew everything. Her time as Ally was over.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Macon followed his brother into the kitchen, well aware that they were leaving a rather stunned audience in their wake. Ally’s hand was firmly in his grasp. He was afraid she would disappear if he didn’t keep hold of her.

  “Can we go outside? I would love to keep whatever scene is about to play out private,” he told his brother, who seemed to have gotten something stuck right up his ass since the last time he’d seen him. Ally had gone pale when Adam had called her Sarah.

  Who the hell was Sarah? Was Ally going by her middle name? He wouldn’t blame her. He often thought he could have saved himself years of “Macon Bacon” torture if he’d gone by Phillip. Why would Adam be so upset by a name?

  Adam nodded briefly and started for the door that led to the back.

  Ally tugged on his hand. “I think I should go.”

  He tugged right back. “You’re not going anywhere. Baby¸ whatever Adam’s pissed about, I’ll handle it. He can get overprotective at times. Don’t worry about it.”

  “I’m not being overprotective. I’m being exactly the right amount of protective,” Adam explained.

  Macon led Ally outside and let the door close. He was sure someone would likely try to snoop, but they would be hard pressed to hear them out here. This was a family matter. It looked like his brother had taken his role too seriously and found out about Ally’s past. Adam likely had been surprised to find out she had a dad in jail.

  “I need to talk to you, Macon.” Tears shone in Ally’s eyes and she had both hands on his arms, entreating him.

  God, when she cried it was like someone kicked him in the gut. “It’s going to be fine. Tell me what you need to say.” He glared at his big brother. “And you should stay out of it, Adam. I’m grateful, truly grateful for everything you’ve done, but if you’ve pulled up dirt on my girlfriend, you’ve gone too far. She’s already told me about her father. I know he’s in prison.”

  Macon should have told Adam. He should have known that Adam would run some kind of check on Ally. But her father’s crimes weren’t her fault. Not by a long shot. Her childhood had been a chaotic shit storm, but she’d come out of it beautifully.

  Adam frowned. “I didn’t run a check on Ally. I told you. Sean hired her and that was good enough for me. You did ask me to find out everything I could about Sarah Rowe. Should I tell him or would you like to?”

  Adam’s last question had been directed at Ally.

  Macon’s whole body went cold despite the relative warmth of the early evening. He did know a Sarah now that he thought about it. Sarah Rowe had been intent on talking to him. She’d told him in one e-mail that she would get to the bottom of her brother’s death no matter what it would cost her.

  Would she get in bed with the enemy if it meant finding the truth?

  He did the math in his head and quickly realized his Ally was the right age to be Ronnie’s sister. She even came from the right part of the world, if she hadn’t lied about it.

  He slowly let go of her hand and turned to face the woman he loved, wondering if he even knew her name. “Tell me it isn’t true.”

  It was starting to get dark, but he could plainly see her face in the early evening light. The last vestiges of sunlight swept across her hair, illuminating the strands. Her hair normally was a rich brown, but the sunset showed the blonde and red that mixed in. She really was a luscious woman. Was she a liar, too?

  Red rimmed her eyes. “I can explain.”

  There was no explanation. None that he would accept, but he couldn’t seem to make himself move. It was a little like after he’d lost his leg. He’d tried to make it move, his brain sending messages to a limb that was no longer there. He stood there trying to process the fact that he’d built a whole world around something that didn’t exist, that had never really existed. “Ally” had been a character she’d been playing, a construct built to get close to the target. That’s what he was. He wasn’t a boyfriend or a fiancé to her. He was the target.

  “I’d like to hear an explanation,” Adam said, his voice cutting through the dreadfully heavy silence. “Macon asked me to locate Private First Class Rowe’s family. I could only come up with his mother, Carla, who died a few months back. When I dug deeper, I discovered a woman named Sarah Allyson Jones had been living with her at the time of her death. Imagine my surprise when I got your records. It might have been better if you’d at least tried. Next time dye your hair or change up your look.”

  “I wasn’t trying to hide,” she said. She took a step toward Macon.

  He nearly tripped trying to get away from her. He couldn’t let her touch him. If she touched him, he would melt like butter. He wouldn’t give a damn that she’d lied. He’d tell himself anything so he could keep her. He’d already made a damn fool of himself. What would a gorgeous girl like Allyson want with his pathetic ass?

  Sarah. Her name was Sarah.

  She stepped back, her face pale. Her eyes wouldn’t quite meet his. “You wouldn’t answer me. After Ronnie died, my foster mom went a little crazy. She didn’t believe the reports on his death. She said Ronnie would never have taken off his helmet or his body armor. He wouldn’t have not been wearing it.”

  No. They were right about that. Ronnie had religiously worn his body armor and his helmet when they were in the field. He’d been wearing it when the Humvee had exploded and the world had gone to shit. It was only after the firefight that they’d been left alone with the sun. Ronnie hadn’t been the only one who struggled to survive the intense heat. He could almost feel it now.

  He could definitely feel the same hollowness he’d felt that day. He’d looked down and realized he couldn’t save himself. He’d been pinned down by the Humvee, his right leg caught. He’d known even if he’d managed to lift the heavy piece off of him, he’d bleed out. The medic had taken one look at him and put his hands up in defeat. The only thing stopping the bleed was the damn metal deep in his thigh.

  The whole day was chaos. A few moments after proclaiming Macon would have to wait, the medic—an older man named Johnson—had been shot right through the forehead.

  Macon had lain near Johnson’s dead body for nearly three days.

  He looked at Allyson with new eyes. She’d done a lot for the truth. “I should have answered your calls.”

  “Macon, it doesn’t matter any
more.”

  He calmed. There would be time for anger later, but right now all he could manage was a cold resignation. She’d likely thought he’d left her no other recourse. “I wasn’t sure what to tell you.”

  “I know you weren’t involved,” she said quickly. “At the time, we didn’t understand the reports and my mom was so sick. She was my foster mom, but I called her Mom. She and Ronnie were my family.”

  And she was loyal to them. It was a good thing to be. He couldn’t compete with her family. “You’re wrong, unfortunately. I’m the reason he’s dead.”

  “You are not, Macon,” his brother said fiercely.

  Macon kind of wished his brother wasn’t here to witness this new humiliation, but he deserved it. He’d been a shit to his brother most of his life. He’d chosen the wrong people to believe in. He still did since he’d really believed he had a chance with Ally. Elise had only cared about his father’s money. No woman had ever loved him for who he was.

  Who was he, anyway? The serious soldier or the pastry chef? The man who’d thrown his brother under the bus because his wife wanted him to or the man who would stand by his brother no matter what?

  He wanted to be the man Ally had fallen for. The trouble was Ally didn’t exist. The very least he could give her was the truth. She would know what kind of man he was then and she could be satisfied.

  “We were out on an assignment. I don’t even know everything we were supposed to do. We were going to be told when we got where we were going. We were soldiers. We followed orders. Even as an officer, I was trained to follow the orders of my superiors. They wanted it quiet, I would be quiet. We were meeting someone in a small village outside the desert but to get there we had to go through Taliban territory, hence the quiet. We were a small team. They thought smaller was better. I suspect we were picking up a CIA operative, but I can’t be sure.”