Nauti Intentions (42 page)

He stabbed his tongue inside her clenching sex and she nearly came undone then and there. She could feel the tension building in her womb, in her clit.

The pleasure was so intense, so bril iant, it was nearly painful, and she wanted more. She craved more. She gripped his head, her fingers digging into his

scalp as she arched to his lips. Her head thrashed. Her legs tightened around his head.

Groaning, he moved to her clit, licked around it, kissed it, then sucked it into his mouth as his tongue flickered, hot and quick, over the tender bud and

left her screaming through her orgasm.

“Now ride me.†He pul ed her over him before the last waves of pleasure were finished rushing through her.

She stil had her shoes on, her stockings. She had no idea what had happened to her panties or when he’d torn them off her. She was sure he must

have torn them. He seemed to real y enjoy tearing her panties off her body, and she loved it.

“God, I nearly came when you threatened to ride me like your own personal stud,†he groaned as she straddled his hips. “Do it, baby. Ride

me straight to paradise.â€

She gripped the base of his cock and eased over him, pressing it against her, her eyes closing, her head fal ing back as she felt him stretching her,

fil ing her.

She was slick and wet; he was hard and thick. Like heated, silk-covered iron impaling her, stroking once-hidden nerve endings and sending sharp,

intense flares of sensation racing to her womb.

She took him in one long stroke, easing down until he fil ed her completely, burrowed so deep inside her that there was no beginning, no end to either

of them.

“Oh yeah, honey.†His lips pul ed back in a snarl of pleasure as his gaze narrowed. “Now ride me.†His hands clenched her hips.

“Damn, you look pretty like that.â€

She fol owed his lead, lifting and rising, grinding against him and crying out his name as the pleasure began to build again, the heat surging through her.

It was pleasure and pain. It was agony and ecstasy. It was like belonging. Like final y discovering the one place in the world where she knew she could

find that elusive happiness that had never seemed quite real. Until Alex. Until he touched her, held her. Until he let her own him.

She would teach him to love her. Eventual y.

For now there was this. Taking him as he took her, loving it. Riding him, rising and fal ing on the stiff length of cock, until they were both crying out with

the release rushing through them.

She tightened on him until her muscles seemed to lock. Inside her, his cock swel ed thicker, throbbed harder, and the heated, harsh spurts of his release pushed her own climax higher.

Sweat covered them, slickened their bodies as she relaxed against him. It was a damned good thing breathing was natural, because Janey wasn’t

certain she could have found the strength to draw a breath if it wasn’t.

“Oh man, that was so fucking hot.†He breathed out roughly. “I want to do it again.â€

Her muscles were shaking. He was practical y draped on the bed beneath her. She could barely manage a laugh.

“Right now?â€

He grunted. “A few minutes, maybe.â€

“Minutes?†She couldn’t move yet. She was so limp, so weak, she just lay against him. He was stil buried inside her, stil hard, though without

the steely strength of moments before.

“Okay, tens of minutes, maybe.†He tried for a laugh as she groaned and lifted herself from him, col apsing on the bed beside him.

“Maybe I’l let you nap first.†He turned to his side and wrapped his arms around her. “For a little while.â€

She smiled and kissed his chest, feeling him relax against her. He hadn’t slept wel while the Mackays had invaded his home.

She cuddled closer and let her eyes drift closed. Just for a little while, she told herself. A nap. But the nap became deeper, stronger. In his arms, safe,

she let herself relax, and it was hours before she awakened. The day was surrendering to night and she couldn’t seem to get comfortable again.

Pushing away from a stil -sleeping Alex, she forced herself from the bed, stretching, trying to ease the aching tightness that perhaps the position they

had used had put in her hips.

Smiling at the thought, she went to the bathroom. She needed to shower, then maybe she would fix dinner. She was getting hungry. She hadn’t

real y been hungry in days.

She dampened a washrag, cleaned between her thighs, and when she pul ed it back, she froze at the slightest blemish of a stain on the rag.

Agony rushed through her. It clenched her chest, her stomach. It burned through her with a blaze of pain so sharp, so fierce, she wondered if she would

survive. She dropped the washrag and slid slowly to the floor, her head on her knees as she fought not to howl with the ferocity of the anger and the hurt

that tore through her.

Between one second and the next, fate had destroyed her, and she didn’t know if she could survive it.

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Alex wasn’t certain at first what brought him awake. But his eyes jerked open, and his hand went automatical y to where he knew Janey should be.

She wasn’t in the bed beside him, but he could hear her. Something he had never heard from her—muffled, soul-shattering sobs.

His heart went to his throat as he jumped from the bed. He didn’t bother with his pants but moved quickly to the bathroom, where he found her,

crouched in the corner where the sink and the wal met, her head buried in her arms, her knees pul ed up to her breasts.

Beside her lay a damp washrag, the faintest hint of her feminine cycle staining it.

He’d known she would start. The tempting sweet taste of her earlier had been earthier, the sweet syrup a little sweeter. He’d known by the

changes in her nipples, the tighter grip of her body.

“Janey.†He knelt beside her, running his hands over, making certain she wasn’t hurt. “Sweetheart. Talk to me. Tel me what’s wrong.

Are you hurt?â€

She shook her head, but the sobs were heartbreaking. They were wounding his soul.

“Baby. Come here. You have to talk to me.†He picked her up, despite the stiffness in her body, and carried her back to the bedroom, where he

sat down on the bed, holding her close.

“This isn’t like you, Janey,†he whispered. “Why are you crying, darlin’? You’re breaking my heart.â€

She cried harder. The sobs were heartrending, torn from her, despite her attempts to hold them back, and Alex had never felt so helpless in his entire

life. He searched his mind frantical y. Had he hurt her during sex? Said or done something to hurt her feelings?

Were her emotions just messed up? That happened that time of the month, he knew, but he had never expected it to be like this from Janey. Not that he

minded, but he had to blink back his own tears at the sound of her sobs, and real men didn’t cry like this.

“I’m sorry.†She turned into him, curling against him like a frightened kitten, her arms tight around his neck, her body shuddering as her sobs

became harder. “I’m so sorry.â€

“God, Janey, why?†He held her as tight as he dared, and yet he had a feeling she needed more. “Sweetheart. What do you have to be sorry

over?â€

“I’m not.†Another shudder and sob. “I’m not pregnant, Alex. I’m not having your baby.†And the tears flowed hot and fil ed with

pain against his chest. “I’m sorry. I failed. I failed.â€

Alex frowned. He gripped her chin and lifted her face, his chest clenching at the agony in her green eyes, and then he knew. He knew why she was

crying; she was so fil ed with pain that Janey had final y, truly cried.

“Do you think a baby was al I wanted from you, Janey?†he asked, his voice husky. Dear God, how had he al owed her to believe something like

that?

When she didn’t answer, his voice hardened. “Is that al you think I need—a fucking breeder?â€

He was close to anger with her. The tears stil fel , and her beautiful eyes were shattered. Because she thought that was al he wanted from her.

“We had a deal.†Her breathing hitched. “You wanted a baby.â€

He laid her back on the bed careful y and rose. He took his time pul ing on his jeans, keeping his back to her as he heard her breathing again on a sob.

“I love you.†He said the words slowly, keeping his back to her, because he knew what he felt was so much more. But Natches had said

sometimes they needed the words. He’d give her the words.

“You liar.â€

Alex turned in time to see her grab a glass he had set there earlier and throw it at him. If he hadn’t ducked, it would have probably laid him out on

the floor.

But she wasn’t crying anymore.

“I don’t lie, Janey,†he snapped. “And the next time you throw something, I’m spanking you.â€

“Your spankings make me come,†she sneered. “Big whooping deal. Just let me put my shoes on so I can shake in them.â€

He propped his hands on his hips, glaring at her as she moved from the bed. She threw him a furious look. She didn’t bother to dress. A second

later, a slender little finger was poking in his chest.

“You kept me because you thought I was pregnant,†she accused him. “You gave yourself, committed yourself to me just like you committed

yourself to the military al those years.â€

Alex blinked back at her. “I left the military, Janey. I wouldn’t leave you.â€

Her eyes flamed in green fire. The light green darkened, sparked, raged.

“I’m not pregnant, Alex. You don’t have to let me
own
you anymore and you don’t have to lie to me.â€

“Accuse me of lying to you again, and I promise you, the spanking you get won’t make you come, baby,†he warned her, his voice quiet. “I

said I love you. I didn’t keep you as you cal it because I thought you were pregnant.â€

“Then why else?†She sent him a scathing look. “The daughter of a traitor, remember, Alex? Daddy’s perfect little girl that smiled sweet

and did what Daddy told her to do. Why the hel do you think Augusta Napier thought I was corrupting you?â€

“Hel if I know.†He pushed his fingers roughly through his hair. “Because honestly, I was thinking I was corrupting you, while I had my dick

shoved up your ass.â€

She stil ed. Narrowed her eyes. “Don’t be a smart-ass, Alex.â€

“You know what?†He crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re right.â€

“Yeah, I usual y am,†she sneered. “What am I right about this time?â€

“I don’t love you.â€

She froze and stared back at him.

“Love is just a pale fucking word for what I feel. I’ve watched love die. I’ve watched couples drift apart and love fade like a memory.†He

shook his head. “I don’t love you, Janey. When I said you own me, I meant you
own
me. Heart. Soul. My hopes, dreams. My life. Because I’d

die for you. What the hel more can I give you?â€

Janey stared back at him. When he’d said he loved her, she’d realized the lie for what it was. There had been no feeling, no strength in the

words. And there was now. There was the intensity in his voice that she had always associated with Alex and emotion. His emotions. His voice deepened,

became rougher, when he let emotion slip free.

“Son of a bitch, I’m fourteen years older than you.†He sighed. “We see things different somehow.â€

“Throw your age up to me again and I’l spank
you
.†She told him fiercely. “Age has nothing to do with this.â€

She could feel something building in her now, glowing within her, taking hold of her and heating her, warming her in places she hadn’t imagined

would ever be warmed.

“I . . .†She swal owed tightly. “I real y own you? Al of you?â€

“Janey, sweetheart,†he groaned, moved to her, framed her face with his hands, and stared down at her. His expression was fil ed with emotion

now. His eyes raged with it. “I could say I love you until hel freezes over, and I’l never say it enough to make myself feel as though I’ve told you

how I feel for you. I’m a loner, baby. I always was, until you. No one has ever owned any part of me, until you. Janey, I live for you.â€

He lived for her. He loved her past loving her. And she owned him. The tears fel again. Freely. She’d never been al owed to cry as a child or as an

adult. But Alex had let her cry. He’d dried her tears at the funeral. He’d held her when she needed to be held. He’d let her be free, but she had

always known his arms were right there, ready to curl within.

“I live for you,†she whispered, those tears running over his hands now. “Alex, I love you so much it eats me alive because I’ve been so

scared. So scared of losing you. Of not having you in my bed ever again, or not having your touch.â€

He pul ed her to him. Right there, against his hair-roughened chest, his big hand covering the back of her head, making her feel sheltered, strong, and

yeah, she was owned as wel .

“I breathe for you, Janey.†He whispered the words against her forehead, then tipped her head back and breathed against her lips. “You own

me.â€

His lips covered hers, gently, tenderly, with hunger and with possessiveness, with al the emotions she had always dreamed of suddenly swirling

between them.

They could have a baby later, if it happened. For now, she had Alex. And having Alex was everything her soul had despaired of ever knowing.

“You own me, too,†she whispered, staring back at him. “Al of me, Alex. You have owned me for so long.â€

His thumb smoothed over her cheek, wiped away the last tears.