Against The Wall (24 page)

This time her smile was impish and dangerously wanton. It was that of a fairy nymph luring him to her lair, but Ryan was going eagerly with a smile on his face. “Hmm, maybe you should, ah, show me.”

“Yeah,” he whispered against her soft, seductive mouth, thinking of all the ways he’d spend the rest of his life doing just that. “I think maybe I should.”

And when he did, she discovered that being fucked by the man of your dreams while he tells you he loves you is one of the best damn things in the world. God, did it get any sweeter than that? Then her climax hit her, pouring through her body with a rush of love and happiness and trust that filled up all those empty hollows, making her bigger…stronger…everything—and she knew that it did.

Six months later

Ryan lay in the early Saturday morning sunlight, reluctant to leave the bed and his wife’s warm, sleeping body that was wrapped around him. God, he loved sleeping with her. Hell, he loved everything about her.

Without a doubt, the past six months had been the best of his life, and now his future held the sweetest promise of having Shea by his side forever.

Their small wedding ceremony had been perfect, with Shea looking beyond beautiful in a white sundress that made her golden skin glow, her hair flowing past her shoulders in a tumble of silky black waves. Derek had served as best man and Hannah as maid of honor, and afterwards they’d all enjoyed an extravagant wedding brunch at Morton’s in Buckhead.

Then Ryan had surprised Shea with a trip to the airport and a short flight down to Key West, where they’d celebrated their honeymoon. They spent the entire time in bed making wild, passionate love. Except, of course, for those times when he dressed her in that sinful blue bikini and pulled her out to the ocean. There he took her in the crystal blue water with the sun beating down on their skin, their bodies rivaling its heat, loving the hell out of each other.

When they came back home, she’d found another surprise when they walked through the door of his apartment. The week before they left had been too frantic with wedding plans to begin moving her stuff into his place, which had the larger floor plan, so they’d alternated nights between the two apartments. While they were gone, though, Derek and Hannah had gone ahead, with Ryan’s okay, and moved everything for them as a special wedding present.

According to Derek, Hannah had a hard time keeping her hands off him while they’d worked together. According to Hannah, Derek was living in lala-land. Now, six months later, the tension between those two was getting so thick you could all but choke on it, and personally, Ryan thought it was only a matter of time before they found themselves tumbling as hard as he and Shea had.

And, oh man, what a fall. He was so fucking happy his face was starting to hurt from smiling all the time like an idiot, and he knew it was just going to keep getting better and better. This weekend he had another surprise for Shea—they were going house hunting. He’d already contacted a realtor to start looking for properties, and at the top of Ryan’s priority list was a pool. Some things were just a necessity, and seeing his beautiful little wife in that damn bikini on a regular basis was one of them.

Shea snuggled deeper into his side, her slim thigh moving over his rampant morning erection, and it was with hot anticipation that he rolled over to properly wake the love of his life.

Of course, his mischievous wife had a plan of her own.

With a sensual grace that had become second nature to her, Shea shifted to her knees, quickly scooting out of his reach until she sat with her back against the polished footboard.

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Come back here.”

“Not yet,” she murmured, slowly spreading her legs, revealing the glistening pink flesh of her pussy to his blisteringly hot gaze. “I want to show you something first.”

His golden lashes lowered and he smiled with wicked anticipation, loving it when she decided to be a tease and drive him out of his mind. But then, he loved everything about her, and thanked God that she was his every single day of his life. “What happened to my blushing beauty?”

“Oh, she’s still here, but you’re teaching her fast.”

“I can see that,” he rasped, watching her movements with dark blue eyes growing darker by the moment. His eyes always mirrored his need, going dark as sin, to a rich midnight blue, when he wanted to fuck her, which was pretty much every minute of every hour of every day.

Shea licked her pink lips, using her fingers to open the even pinker lips of her sex, keeping them spread with one hand while the fingers of the other fluttered over her slit, spreading the sweet moisture already spilling from her body. “Is it a problem for you?”

Ryan growled a dark, dangerous, delicious sound as his muscles flexed and his cock hardened to the point of pain. “No, not a problem,” he rumbled. His sexy lips lifted in a wicked grin and he clutched at his chest, “But it just might kill my heart.” Then his hand moved down to cup his heavy sacs, “Not to mention my balls.”

“Hmm…I guess I better go easy on you, then,” she laughed huskily, her fingers dipping deeper, the pleasure of having his eyes on her washing through her system in a blaze of heat, the tiny licks of flame flickering across the surface of her skin.

“You better be careful, Shea, or those sweet lips are gonna be stuffed full of cock before you know what hit you.” His gaze stayed on her teasing fingers, the lines of his face growing tight with restraint. “And I don’t mean the ones you’re talking with.” The smile shifted into a playfully lopsided grin—but his expression revealed only hunger and lust. “Are you ready to have that hot little cunt fucked, sugar?”

Her white teeth flashed as she pushed in two slender fingers, rolling her hips as her pussy swallowed them, feeling how tight and wet she was, loving the thought of how she must feel when wrapped around his massive, beautiful cock. “As long as it’s by you, Mr. McCall, I’m ready to be fucked every way there is.”

“Always—always by me,” he grunted, unable to tear his eyes away from her open, glistening, perfect cunt. “No other cock is ever getting anywhere near that sweet, pretty little pussy. You understand that, don’t you?” His blue eyes pierced her soul as he stared into the smoky gray of her smoldering gaze. “You do know that I’d kill anyone for touching you, don’t you, Shea?”

She nodded, her breath coming faster now, fingers stroking over her clit, loving the way he watched her with so much hunger, so much insatiable, greedy need. Not wanting to wait any longer, she pointed at him. “I’d like that cock in me right now, hard and fast and deep, if you don’t mind.”

His muscles bulged and his big, beautiful body shuddered from head to toe, making her wonder if he’d come right then, just jerking like a hot stream into the air between them.

“You know,” he rasped, dragging her beneath him so that she lay on one hip, her leg held high against his shoulder, completely at the mercy of his throbbing cock. And at the moment, it didn’t look as if it had any mercy left. “Underneath it all, you’re just plain damn insatiable. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“And what are you?” she moaned, curling her hot little fingers around him, drawing him to her, delighted when the brutal length of his thick erection jumped in her grip.

“Yours.” He bent and kissed her softly, the tender touch of his lips completely at odds with the savage, pleasure-sharp way he intended to take her body. Then the kiss hardened, signaling his intent, and her heavy eyes shot wide in breathless anticipation.

“I’m going fuck you now, beautiful—and when you come,” he gritted through his teeth, his deep voice hard with that rough edge of command that always made her melt, “I want you screaming my name. You got that, sugar?”

His fierce expression dared her to disagree. “I always do, Ry. Always.”

He stared down at her, beautiful lips parted as his breathing grew heavy, the air around them thickening with unspent desire. Shea rubbed the huge head of his cock between her cream-covered lips, feeling him jerk hard in her grasp, his eyes blazing, going wild with excitement.

“I am so fucking in love with you,” he growled, thrusting hard, cramming his cock in with one ramming blow that packed her full—filling her to her limit. She arched beneath him, a raw cry tumbling from her lips, and then she was coming. That quickly—with just that one delicious drive. The orgasm exploded in a blinding rush—like death—forced out by his sweet, sexy words and mind-shattering penetration.

Ryan rode her hard, just as he’d promised, taking her to that intoxicating point just shy of pain, and her body throbbed in one consuming pulse of ecstasy. He’d wanted her screaming his name, and she did. Four times, to be exact, before he finally lost control and exploded into her hot, sopping cunt so hard he could feel his body pumping from his temples all the way down to the soles of his feet.

Forty minutes later they emerged from the shower together, their bodies buzzing in the sweet aftermath of dizzying pleasure. Shea smiled that delicious smile of hers as she watched him towel off his gorgeous body, and he wanted her all over again as he watched her do the same.

Christ, she was going to be the death of him, because he was never going to get enough of this woman.

Then she got another surprise, one he’d been looking forward to all night long—even more than the carnal fuck-fest they’d just gorged themselves on.

When she opened the medicine cabinet to take out her birth control pills, the pack was empty. Odd, when Shea knew she’d still had at least two weeks worth of little pink tablets left to take.

“Oh, man,” she said with a confused frown, “this is so weird. I could’ve sworn I was only in the middle of this pack.”

Ryan was careful to keep his expression perfectly neutral while he ran the towel over his hair. “Yeah, you were.”

She blinked up at him, a small smile beginning to curve the edges of her kiss-swollen mouth. Her heart began beating double-time. “I was,” she said slowly, “but, um, now I’m not?”

He still hadn’t changed expression, but his blue eyes were sparkling with devilish delight. “That’s about right.”

Shea narrowed her eyes. “And would you by chance have anything to do with this bizarre occurrence, Agent McCall?”

Ryan grinned, cocky and self-sure as he pulled her to him, wrapping his heavily muscled arms around her, trapping her with their strength. “That I would, Mrs. McCall.”

Shea was laughing when he lowered his head to kiss her, his lips warm and delicious. The kiss went on for long, drugging minutes, and then he said against her mouth, “I love you, Shea. I want to be with you forever, for always, baby. I want to make an army of pretty little girls like you and little bullies like me to share the rest of our lives with. Whadya say, beautiful?”

“Hmm,” she sighed, her heart and life full of a love more meaningful than she could’ve ever hoped for. “You really are a cocky bastard, but I say that’s about the best idea I’ve ever heard.”

Ryan laughed a deep, dark sound full of wicked intent. He nudged his stunning erection into her soft belly, eager for the time when it would be swollen with his child, and asked, “Wanna start now?”

With a naughty giggle, Shea whipped his towel from around his waist and licked her lush lips while eyeing her husband’s most enthusiastic body part. “I think we already have,” she teased in a husky rasp, kissing a hot trail down his hard stomach. Then lower, to where he was even harder.

When her moist, delicious mouth closed over the broad, blunt tip of his cock, sucking him deep, right down her throat, Ryan threw back his head and groaned with sweet, savage satisfaction. Oh man, oh man, oh man.

Then Shea did one of the things she did best, and brought the gorgeous stud to his knees all over again.