Redeeming Justice (22 page)

Pushing his fingers against her g-spot he groaned when she creamed again. “You like
that, baby don’t you? You’ve been such a good girl. I’m going to make you come now
in a way I guaran-fucking-tee you’ve never experienced before.”

He started rapidly manipulating the sensitive spot inside her as his thumb tapped
relentlessly against her swollen clit. She was groaning deep in her chest and her
legs were wildly shaking.

“Let it go, Meghan. Just relax and let go. I want to give you an orgasm you’ll never
forget.”

What he was doing to her was so visually erotic that he couldn’t stop himself from
licking her beautiful clit and sucking it into his mouth, feeling it pulse against
his tongue. She was so fucking ready to come, and he was so fucking ready to enjoy
her pleasure.

Increasing the pressure on her g-spot while sucking madly on her swollen clit he sent
her up so high she gasped for breath as her body arched off the bed and she quite
literally exploded. A flood of liquid that tasted like the rain from a thunderstorm
on a hot desert day shot from her cunt. He’d made other women come like that before
but nothing compared to Meghan’s sweet cries while her inner muscles clenched furiously
against his fingers as her astonishing climax went on and on. He could feel the spasms
on his tongue making him grunt with satisfaction. No matter what happened after this,
right here and right now, she was totally
his
.

Pulling his fingers from her body he noted the creamy proof of her orgasm and quickly
moved up her body so he could put his wet fingers into her mouth. He wanted her to
taste her own arousal. His body reacted with intense self-satisfaction when she opened
her lips, licking and sucking his fingers clean. When she had done as he demanded
he rewarded her yet again with a deep, wet kiss as he enjoyed the taste of come on
her own lips.

She was spent. Her arms were limp, and he doubted whether she had the strength to
shift her legs. Taking one last minute to ravish her with his eyes, Alex reached for
the panties he discarded earlier and slid them back on. When she was covered once
again and her legs relaxed, he ground his hand against her core knowing the silk was
now drenched with her fluids, then placed a sweet kiss on the curve of her panty covered
mound, inhaling deeply to savor the scent of her pleasure.

He rose from the bed and marveled at how beautifully disheveled she looked. Alex felt
like a fucking God, having experienced the primal satisfaction of bringing the sexy,
Irish goddess to two shuddering orgasms in one day. Reaching for her hands, he brought
them to her sides and pulled a soft throw blanket over her body. Her eyes remained
closed as he’d commanded.

He bet her headache was a thing of the past. Leaning in he placed two gentle kisses,
one against each eye followed by a quick, deep ravishing of her mouth and said, “Next
time, Meghan. My dick. Your mouth.” She whimpered against his lips. “
Shhh
,” he murmured, softly running his fingertips across her temple.

He turned and left her laying there, his hand briefly grinding against his erection
knowing that he’d have to take care of it himself once he was alone in his room. It
was worth it though. She’d been beautifully submissive – complying with his every
desire and command. Letting himself out of her room he looked at her one last time
and smiled.

Alex avoided going back to the family gathering, preferring to seek the sanctuary
of his bedroom. There was a lot to think about. Besides, some things were meant to
be private, something that wasn’t always easy when so many were people paying attention.

He didn’t doubt for a second that the spectacle he and Meghan made when they returned
from their escapade in his truck had provided an almost unending supply of things
to whisper about. The only thing more obvious than her hurt and fury was the torn
straps of her dress and scrapes marking her knees and shins. The last thing he wanted
was for anyone to create the scenario where he’d taken her on her hands and knees
in the dirt, but that was exactly what the evidence suggested. No wonder Carmen looked
at him like he was the shit on the bottom of her shoes. Women were like that. Cross
one and expect to be ganged up on by her entire team.

Funny thing was, in typical guy style - he didn’t know Meghan even had a team until
today. But he knew it now. Glancing at the empty dog bed tucked in the corner of his
room was proof of that. Even Zeus was pissed at him for how he was handling things
and that was exactly why he needed to find some clarity, and fast.

It only took two days for the beautiful redhead to turn his life upside down and inside
out. Admitting he wanted her was the easy part. It was the way he wanted her that
was making him pause. And giving him a never-ending hard-on.

Making for his enormous bathroom, Alex stripped off his clothes along the way arriving
butt fucking naked before the half-wall of mirrors that ran the length of the sink
area. As always, his eyes immediately fell to the patchwork of scars marking almost
his entire left side from just under his ribs to well below the knee. He was damn
lucky to be alive and have the full use of his leg too.

It really had been touch and go in those first harrowing months after he was injured.
Oddly, Meghan had been a part of his recovery. Taking that into consideration, he
probably shouldn’t even be a little surprised that the universe had seen fit to throw
them at each other, even after all these years.

For the first time in his life Alex tried to see himself through someone else’s eyes.
Being born with a self-confidence that made others look like errand boys, he’d always
carried himself with smug assurance knowing he was good looking enough to attract
the ladies with ease.

Years of training and discipline had honed his physique into a seriously hard-bodied
machine. Flexing his muscles in the mirror he smirked at his reflection. Bulging biceps
and the broad chest of a warrior tapered to a pretty impressive six-pack. Except for
the scars, his trim waist and solid hips were not bad either. He had a muscular ass,
the result of the never ending physical workouts and therapy he relied upon to keep
his leg in good shape, and a set of thighs that would rival any athlete. All in all,
he was pretty fucking hot for a thirty-six-year-old guy who didn’t give a shit what
he looked like.

Reaching into the shower he adjusted the controls and let the hot water fill the glass
enclosed cubicle with steam – just the way he liked it. Meghan had been right about
the warm water of the Jacuzzi being good for his aches and pains but why he never
used it was odd. Until he really thought about it. There was nothing that said
lonely guy
louder than sitting alone in a hot tub. She was changing the way he looked at so
many things.

Stepping under the pounding steam, Alex started to relax the minute the water rolled
down his body. Relax yes. Lose the hard-on, no.

Grabbing a squeeze bottle of his preferred bodywash and dumping a huge glob into his
hand, he vigorously rubbed it into the hair on his chest creating a covering of suds
that dripped lower until it was coating his dick too. He thought of the moment in
the truck when she’d straddled his hips and slowly lowered herself until he’d used
his strength to push her rather forcefully into taking the whole of him.

He didn’t need an anatomy lesson to know he was big and that taking him like that
had been a challenge for her. She’d been almost unbearably tight and those two factors—his
size and her practically untouched body—had led to a coupling the likes of which he’d
never known. There hadn’t been any thrusting or grinding, just the incredible sensation
of being squeezed by her luscious cunt. It had been enough to send them both hurtling
into an orgasm that had been uniquely satisfying.

Remembering how she had climbed on him, biting his neck and raking her fingers on
his abdomen made Alex reach for his hungry cock as it stretched upward and bobbed
against his skin in the pounding water.

Pouring some more soap into his hand he palmed his rigid staff and fantasized about
teaching her the endless ways she could pleasure that part of his body. With her hands.
With her lips and mouth, especially her tongue. He bet she’d be damn good at it too
if the way she’d bent so easily to his will in her bedroom earlier was any indication.

Stroking his hand slowly against his firm flesh, Alex let his imagination run wild.
He didn’t want a spinner; some skinny model type who munched on lettuce leaves, eager
to perform all sorts of acrobatic moves learned from having been with a long line
of guys. No, he preferred Meghan’s sex goddess curves and tantalizing innocence. He
could mold her into the perfect partner, someone who would welcome his sometimes heavy-handed
preferences. The wicked thought made his dick throb in his hand.

And there it was. The reason why he needed to get a grip on what he was feeling. Meghan
wasn’t built for a no-strings attached sexual fling. She was operating on pure emotion
and the fact that she was so fucking eager to please him sent his libido into overdrive.
She wasn’t just chasing orgasms for her own gratification, something he’d come to
accept in the women he’d been involved with. No. She was a different creature altogether.

With his heart pounding heavily in his chest, Alex picked up the tempo, stroking his
long shaft, swirling his hand over the head of his cock in a seamless movement. It
wasn’t what he wanted but was going to have to do. Sagging against the tile wall,
he closed his eyes and remembered the way her body had quivered and arched as the
orgasm he gave her exploded on his fingers and tongue. With a hoarse grunt he felt
his balls tighten. Seconds later a climax started low and built until he released
his desire in a series of pulsing throbs that left him satisfied but emotionally empty.

So much for having any goddamn control. The thought made him uneasy. He needed control
and lots of it. If the military had taught him just one thing it was that authority
was not the same as control; a fact that was brutally brought home during his long
months of hospitalization and therapy. He had hated being helpless. Hated the feeling
that he couldn’t control any of what was happening to him. Until he started the Justice
Agency, he’d had little control over much of anything. Now, it was a driving motivator
in everything he did. Even being a certified mess was an off-shoot of that need. He
chose to be that way.

Maybe that was why he’d been so fucked up about Meghan’s past. Believing he was responsible
for her fiancé’s death had gutted him. Failing to actually
have
control had caused so much grief. Now that he knew the truth about their relationship,
he was freed from the guilt over something he couldn’t change.

And all those thoughts just brought him full circle to the question of what the fuck
he was doing where she was concerned. He wanted her, no question about it. But long
years of avoiding relationships and feeling like he’d never completely be free of
the regret he carried for every fucked up thing that happened during the war had made
him an emotional coward. Something he hated to admit but the truth was what it was.

What if after he let himself feel something for her, she learned to hate him later
for all the miserable decisions and sick shit his military service brought? What would
be worse? Losing her now or having her turn away from him later? And what if she couldn’t
accept his emotional needs?
Fuck.
He was a mess.

In a few weeks he’d be staring at the calendar and remembering what had happened.
Would she? How would she react to the maudlin anniversary? Did she have similar thoughts
or was he torturing himself out of habit? All good questions that he had no answers
to.

Toweling off, Alex made a few quick decisions, hoping he wasn’t heading for a huge
mistake. She was his. Plain and simple and he didn’t share. He ached for her. Why
else would he have just jerked off in the shower like a horny college student? It
had to be all or nothing on both their parts.

Her honesty was refreshing and guileless. That candor damned him because he still
hadn’t been man enough to open up about his hang-ups despite the fact that she was
directly affected by them. She exposed her most secret thoughts – because she thought
knowing would ease his mind. Who did that? Someone worth caring about.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t scared shitless. Is this what Drae and Cam had wrestled
with when the L word burst into their lives? Probably. Would explain why both men
fucked up in epic terms before growing a set and finally stepping up to the plate.
If those two shitheads could do it, then dammit, so could he.

A sound outside his door sent Alex to investigate.
Well, look who it is.
Apparently Zeus hadn’t deserted him completely. Letting the dog into his room, she
came and sat at his feet and eyeballed him in that way which only a big, dumb lab
could.