The Nauti Boys Collection

by Lora Leigh

  “Sleep, baby.” He kissed her forehead, then groaned as her leg lifted, rested along his, opening herself to him.

  “Again.” Sleep-filled, demanding, the hunger in her tone undid him.

  Alex moved, shifted, gripped the shaft of his cock in his hand and eased it against the snug opening of her wet pussy.

  She hadn’t cleaned their sex from her. That still amazed him. Their combined juices clung to her, slid against the head of his cock as he tried to ease into her.

  One touch. That was all it took. Just one touch. She reached between her thighs, her fingers curling along his balls, and he lost his damned mind. Lost it. Lost it inside the tightest pussy he’d ever fucked, as he plunged half the length of his dick inside her. Pulled back, pushed in. He was moving inside her, harder than he should. He knew he was being harder than he should be.

  But fuck. Christ almighty. She was lava-hot. His cock was bare, no latex, and it was the most exquisite pleasure in his life.

  And he couldn’t stop to savor it.

  “Alex, it’s so good.” Her forehead pressed into his arm as her hand curled beneath it. There was an edge of a sob in her voice, desperate pleasure, rising need.

  “Here. Over.” He felt like an animal. Like a brute. He pushed her to her stomach, lifted her ass, and pushed inside her, hard and deep. “Touch your clit, Janey. Rub it. Make it better.”

  Her head was shaking against the pillow as he pushed inside her again and stilled. Tight, hot flesh rippled and contracted around him as he covered her, hovering over her, his lips at her ear.

  “It’ll feel so good.” He kissed the shell of her ear. “Let your fingers caress your clit, baby. Surely you masturbate.” There was no way she didn’t.

  “Not with you here.” Her whisper was scandalized.

  “It will feel so good,” he crooned again. “When you feel good, your pussy gets hotter, tighter. When your clit explodes, your tight little pussy is going to grab on to me and suck the life out of me.”

  She whimpered, a sound of pleasure and need. Making Janey come out of that cool little shell of hers was going to be his pleasure. He could do it. She loved his touch. Needed it as much as he needed hers.

  “Touch yourself, baby.” He gripped her hand and pushed it beneath her body. “Think about me. Think about how crazy you’re going to make me when your hot little cunt begins to quiver and tremble around my dick. I’ll go crazy.”

  She moved and he felt it. Her fingers were on her clit, her moans rising beneath him as he clenched her hip with one hand and thrust against her, pulled back. He eased inside her again, and felt the ripple and shudder as he stroked her inside and she stroked herself outside.

  “Damn, that’s good,” he said softly at her ear. He licked at the lobe, then nipped it and felt her panting for breath.

  Alex dug his knees into the mattress and pumped her hard then. Fast, quick strokes before he stopped, stilled. She was crying out beneath him, shaking so hard in pleasure that she made him feel ten feet tall. And she was still stroking her clit, her fingers playing over it.

  Janey was dying inside from the pleasure. She needed with a desperation she couldn’t explain. As though in sleep, the hunger had risen inside her, biting into her.

  “Does it feel good, baby?” Alex’s voice sent tremors racing down her back. “You feel good on my cock. Like living fire. Come on, Janey, tell me you like it.”

  “Love it. Love it.” She pressed her forehead into the pillow and lifted her ass for him. He stretched her wide, overfilled her, and she loved it.

  “I could fuck you like this forever,” he groaned. “Just pumping inside you, slow and easy, baby. Do you feel how hard your little clit is? How it throbs?”

  “Yes. Oh yes.” It was throbbing. Hard and fast. Like her heartbeat.

  “I feel your pussy throbbing around my cock, too. You’re getting close, aren’t you? The closer you get, the tighter you get.”

  Explicit, demanding. The words fired inside her brain, sending electrical impulses of sensation racing to her clit, her vagina.

  He felt huge inside her. He was huge inside her, and she loved it.

  “Keep stroking, sweetheart,” he crooned. “I want to feel you come around me.”

  She knew how to do this. This had saved her sanity. She stroked her clit, knowing it would never be the same again without Alex inside her.

  “Feel good?”

  “So good, Alex. So good.”

  He kissed her neck, her ear.

  “Tell me to fuck you again, Janey. Come on, baby. Do you know how much I loved hearing that? Those pretty lips pouting, demanding I fuck you.”

  “Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Alex. I need it hard.”

  “Why hard, sweetheart?” A shiver washed over her at his voice. “Slow and easy lets you feel it. Lets you feel it build and tighten inside you.”

  And it let her need. It built on her memories. It would sear into her brain and into her soul.

  “See how good slow and easy can be?” Slow and easy, one long stroke inside her. He eased back, leaving her desperate, empty. Aching. Then he filled her again, stretched her, revealed ultrasensitive nerve endings as her clit tightened with impending release.

  “You take care of that pretty clit. I’ll take of this sweet pussy.”

  Janey fought for breath. She couldn’t believe it was this good, this soon. That it could get better than it had been the first time. That anything could do this to her, make her insane, make her drop her inhibitions, her fears. But Alex was doing it. With his hoarse statements, his crooning demands.

  “Oh, you’re close,” he growled at her ear, nipped at it. “You’re getting tighter.” He was moving faster. That was what she wanted.

  “Yes, faster. Oh, Alex. I can’t stand it.” The pleasure was whipping inside her, whirlpooling, sucking her into some vast, starstudded realm filled with racing pinpoints of ecstasy.

  Her fingers rubbed over her clit, around it. Close. So close. Alex was moving faster, pumping inside her, shafting her with heavy, exquisite thrusts that pushed her higher.

  “I’m going to come.” The words whispered from her lips and he groaned again. “Oh God, Alex. I’m going to come.”

  “Come for me, baby.” He fucked her harder, faster. “Come for me, Janey, all over my dick. Let that sweet pussy suck me tighter.”

  She exploded. More from his words and the heavy, pummeling strokes inside her than because of her fingers. But it was white-hot, brilliant. She screamed into the pillow and felt the violent, shuddering tremors jerk through her body, quake her womb, and throw her, helplessly, into a fire that consumed her and tossed her, left her writhing and convulsing beneath him as she heard him groan her name and stiffen behind her. His cock seemed to swell further, pulse, and spill a blaze of heat inside her as the sensations rocked her again.

  She was lost in it. Lost in the feel of him over her, like a powerful blanket, covering her, pumping into her as she slowly, so slowly, drifted through a shower of pleasure.

  She collapsed beneath him.

  Long moments later, she felt him move, leave the bed. And then a warm damp rag ran between her thighs.

  “No,” she mumbled, more asleep than awake. “I like you there.”

  He paused and kissed her hip, and she swore she heard him curse. But sleep smothered her, dragged her in, and wrapped her in bliss.

  She felt him pull her against him again, distantly, in her sleep dreamscape, his arms living warmth, his leg over hers keeping the nightmares at bay. She swirled on the edges of her subconscious, but his hold on her kept them back. His palm flattened on her stomach again. And she liked that. A kiss pressed to the top of her head, and it was the last thing she knew.

  TWELVE

  Alex wasn’t in bed with her when Janey woke the next morning, but she hadn’t expected anything less. Dusk to dawn. He couldn’t be seen.

  She stretched beneath the blankets and a small smile curved her lips, despite the flash of pain at the thought that h
e couldn’t be seen with her. It hurt. It clenched inside her like an open wound, but oh, her body had the most pleasurable ache in it. She felt rejuvenated. Impossibly energetic.

  Fat Cat was at the bottom of her bed, curled into a tight little ball. He must not have come to bed until after Alex left. Janey wrapped her robe around her, then lay down across the bed, creeping up to him as he lifted his head and glared at her.

  “Aww, Momma’s sorry, Fat Cat.” She propped her chin on her hands, inches from his face, and smiled back at him. “But Momma got stroked last night. And mighty well. Surely you don’t begrudge me just a little bit of petting for myself?”

  He blinked his eyes, narrowed them.

  “It was really nice, Fat Cat.” She sighed. “All over. I could swoon at the thought of it, you know.”

  He blinked and watched her almost curiously. As if he actually gave a damn, she thought, though it was a kind of happy thought.

  “I wondered why you finally started demanding the petting,” she said softly, reaching out with a finger to stroke his nose. He liked that. Being stroked from between his eyes to his nose. He purred a little bit. “I want to curl into Alex’s lap and let him just pet me all night long, too, now.”

  Fat Cat gave a disgusted little feline pfft. Janey let a laugh tickle her throat as the cat edged just a little bit closer.

  “It was almost perfect,” she told the cat. “He was very naughty, Fat Cat.” She scratched under the cat’s chin as he listened.

  “I was purring, too,” she drawled. “Well, maybe I was screaming more than I was purring. He’s really good, you know. Excellent, Fat Cat. How many virgins have you heard of actually coming their first time? And no pain.” She smiled. “He made sure it didn’t hurt.”

  Another disgusted little rumble from the feline male.

  “Now, we have a nice little trade going here, cat.” She rubbed around his ears. “I feed you ground steak and you listen to me talk. Look at it this way, it’s a damned good trade. I’d listen to Alex talk forever.” She sighed. “If he would just keep touching me.”

  The cat rolled over on his back.

  “Mushy talk means belly rubs, huh?” She laughed, scratching at his belly as he batted at her hands. “You’re spoiled, cat, you know that?”

  He meowed sweetly.

  “I love you, Fat Cat.” She whispered the words. “I’ve never told another living soul I love them. You know what happens when you love, don’t you?”

  But she did love. She stared at the cat, watching those wise topaz eyes as she played with him. She did love. She loved her brother and her cousins. She loved this ragged old cat. And she loved Alex. She knew last night, taking him into her body, that she loved him.

  “Time to get up, big boy.” She lifted him to the bed, stopping as Fat Cat jumped to his feet and arched before rubbing his face against hers. A soft purr rumbled in his chest and she wanted to hold him to her. Wanted to grab that chubby little body and rock him against her chest. And she couldn’t even explain why.

  “Be good, cat,” she whispered. “Momma has to shower.”

  She moved from the bed to the bathroom, shedding the robe and closing the door behind her.

  She didn’t see the bedroom door push open, and Alex thanked God for it. The cat brushed past him with a growl and headed to his food bowl as the man stared at the closed bathroom door silently.

  God, she made his chest hurt. Made his heart feel as though it were breaking inside his chest.

  She talked to a fucking cat. He’d bet a hundred bucks she had never talked to another human like that in her life, and he realized he wanted her to talk to him like that.

  It would have been dangerous if he hadn’t already decided the course he was taking. She would fall in love with him easily, he thought. He’d like having Janey’s love. And he’d make sure she never lacked for the petting she needed. Or someone to talk to. To dream with.

  He’d filled her twice last night. Pumped his cum inside her until he thought he was dying from his release. He’d found her little calendar that morning in a kitchen drawer. Organized little thing that she was, she had the first and last day of her most recent monthly cycle marked.

  She was in the best possible time of the month to conceive. There wasn’t a chance in hell that she wouldn’t.

  He ran his hand over his hair. Zeke had picked him up at dawn as arranged, and Alex had returned to the house for his laptop and a few more changes of clothes. When he wasn’t on a mission, he liked to dabble in Internet security, tracing and hacking the secured sites he was paid to try to crack. It was a nice sideline.

  He’d been working on one of the new sites when he heard Janey talking in the bedroom.

  He hadn’t expected her to be talking to that damned cat. And he hadn’t expected the loneliness, the need to share that he had heard in her voice. She was telling that cat secrets that she should have been sharing with close friends. Women needed to share those things; he knew that from raising Crista. They needed a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen.

  And that was something Janey had never had.

  He sat back down in front of the laptop at the kitchen table and turned his attention back to hacking into the site he had pulled up. The owners were worried that several new programs might have created some vulnerabilities. Alex hadn’t found any yet, but he’d reached the third level into the secured areas without too many problems. That wasn’t a good sign. It wasn’t the programs that were the issue so much as a lack of dedicated attention to keeping certain areas of their network blocked.

  He was backing out of the programs when he heard Janey in her bedroom, teasing Fat Cat again. He wondered if that scruffy, fat-assed feline had any idea how lucky he was.

  Securing the laptop and closing it up, he looked up as she rounded the corner into the kitchen and came to a dead stop.

  Light green eyes widened as a rosy flush filled her face. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair of socks. He doubted she was wearing panties, and the thought of it had his cock hardening again.

  Unfortunately, they needed to talk before he took care of that.

  “What are you still doing here?” She tucked several curls behind her ear as she moved past the table and glanced at the half-full coffeepot. “Coffee still fresh?”

  “Coffee’s fresh.” Alex leaned back in his chair and watched her, hiding his smile as she let her gaze lick over him. “We needed to talk, though.”

  Her gaze became shuttered as she shrugged and moved to the coffee. “What do we need to talk about?”

  Janey couldn’t imagine anything from the night before that needed discussing. Repeating, maybe, but not discussing. And finding him in the kitchen this morning made her nervous, especially considering the fact he probably heard her talking to the cat. His expression was too stoic, his eyes too watchful.

  “What are your plans for the day?” he asked her.

  Janey shrugged. “Restaurant opens at four. We have a full reservation list. I need to type up the ad for the newspaper, call the college.”

  She’d cemented that idea in the shower. As much as she loved being home, being around her brother, she was bringing too much grief to all of them. She’d return to California and see if it wasn’t easier there. Maybe a few years down the road, she’d manage to find someplace that reminded her of home.

  “That’s not going to work, Janey.” His voice hardened.

  “Of course it is.” She set her coffee on the table before reaching into the cabinet for the pack of sticky cinnamon rolls she kept there.

  Pulling it down, she stared at the nearly empty pack before turning narrowed eyes to Alex. “You ate my rolls?”

  His grin was unapologetic. “I was hungry. I worked up an appetite last night.”

  And her face flamed again. Damn him.

  “And that’s one of the things we need to talk about,” he told her as she set the package on the table and pulled out a chair.

  “Why dissect it?” she mumbl
ed. “Leave me alone.”

  He leaned forward, braced his arms on the table, and stared back at her, his expression hardening now.

  “The condom broke, Janey.”

  She shook her head, feeling her brain go numb. “You’re not serious.”

  He leaned back in his chair. “I’m very serious. It ripped to hell. Now we need to deal with it.”

  She swallowed tightly. “It was just one time …”

  “Twice.”

  “It ripped twice?” Her eyes widened as she grappled to understand what he was saying.

  His lips tilted in a strange half smile. “No. I just didn’t bother with one the second time.” He lifted his coffee mug and sipped as though they were talking about nothing more important than the weather.

  She was in shock. There was no other explanation for it. Janey felt her lips go numb, but she felt a wild, impossible surge of excitement racing through her. She did a fast mental calculation and knew, she knew the chances of her becoming pregnant couldn’t be any higher than right now.

  She licked her lips nervously. “Was it my fault?”

  She had rolled the condom onto his heavy erection. She had loved doing it, but it wasn’t as though she had any experience at it.

  His brows lifted. “How could it have been your fault?”

  “Well.” She swallowed tightly, feeling the blush burning across her cheeks as she lowered her eyes to her coffee. “I put it on you.”

  “It wasn’t your fault.”

  Was there a vein of amusement in his voice? She couldn’t lift her eyes to see. Confusion jumbled through her mind. She hadn’t expected that. She wasn’t certain what he wanted her to say or what she was supposed to feel. She had a feeling this hard surge of joy, anticipation, wasn’t it.

  “It doesn’t change anything.” She lifted the cup of coffee and sipped at it, ignoring the heavy silence that filled the room then.

  “Excuse me, but I could have sworn you just said it didn’t change anything,” he stated, his voice dropping, lowering.

  Janey forced herself to lift her gaze, to meet his hard, flinty one.

  “That’s exactly what I said. If I’m pregnant, I’ll deal with it.”