Redeeming Justice (17 page)

Afraid he meant to stop what was happening, she used her nails on the flesh of his
stomach before going straight for the bulge she was sitting on. When her hand moved
between their bodies and stroked him through his jeans he roared like an animal in
heat, brought his hands to the top of her dress and yanked the bodice down over her
heaving breasts, snapping the flimsy straps in the process.

She gasped her approval. He’d stopped kissing her, stopped moving altogether, and
it wasn’t until she searched his face for a reason that she understood why. He was
staring at her naked breasts with a look so hot, it was a miracle she didn’t go up
in flames.

Seeing his desire, she desperately wanted him to touch her. To taste her aching flesh,
take her pebbled nipples into his mouth. Feeling sexy and exquisitely female, she
cupped her generous mounds in both hands, offering them to him. Her shocking wanton
response felt perfect in the moment.

“Jesus, Meghan. Your tits are fantastic.” He pushed her hands away, replacing them
with his own. Caressing and massaging the bountiful globes he muttered, “Fuck, baby.
Gotta’ taste,” as he pointed one of her engorged nipples at his mouth and lowered
his head to feast on her flesh.

Placing a wet kiss on the tip of her breast, he flicked his tongue back and forth
against the nipple begging for his attention. When his lips wrapped around the sensitive
bud and sucked it into his mouth, her wail of pleasure echoed in the cab of the truck.

Meghan was quickly coming undone. Spearing her fingers into his hair she held his
head at her breast, encouraging, wanting more. He didn’t disappoint. The greedy snuffling
noises made by his mouth as he suckled her flesh drove her wild and caused a hot wet
flood of sweet desire between her legs.

She cried, “Ah, God,” when he increased the suction The move was so sexy she gripped
his head in frantic want, moving his mouth to her other breast where he repeated the
voracious pattern of kissing, licking, and sucking. Within moments she was shaking
and trembling, grinding onto his lap in a feverish dance of desire.

When he finally released her flesh he looked at her with naked lust shining in his
eyes. On a deep, throaty growl he said things that made her whimper. “You’re so fucking
hot. Is your pussy wet and aching?”

He didn’t bite her panties off but he did reach under the dress, tearing the miniscule
satin thong from her body. Palming her mound he groaned at the moisture that covered
his fingers. She dove onto his mouth again, clutching desperately at his shoulders
as she ground her hips against his hand, furiously kissing him with a passion that
made her mind go fuzzy.

Sliding a finger inside her, he bit at her tongue until she couldn’t take anymore.
She fell onto his chest and moaned as he worked a second finger into her passage,
dripping with desire for him and hungry for his total possession.

“Baby, baby,” she cried over and over. “Oh God,
please
.”

His chest was heaving as if he was running a marathon. She’d never known anything
to be so primal and exciting. Suddenly he growled a command in a voice raw with need,
“Release me.”

She couldn’t get his pants unzipped fast enough. In a frenzy of movement, some of
them awkward as hell, she pulled, yanked, and pushed at his jeans as he shifted, lifting
his hips until she shoved them below his knees while his fingers worked their magic
inside her.

When he pulled his fingers from her body he growled something about her being wet
but she couldn’t focus on his words. The desperate desires of her body had taken over
and the only thing she knew was a piercing need to take his heated hardness inside
until the aching emptiness was filled with his flesh.

He held his cock at the base and guided her hips into position as she trembled and
panted. “Fuck me Meghan. Push your beautiful wet pussy onto my cock and take all of
it.”

She lost her shit completely right then and there. When she felt the lips of her sex
stretch open to accommodate the fat head of his cock, she groaned and shook from head
to toe. In fact, she was shaking so hard it was a wonder the Cal Tech earthquake sensors
didn’t go off.

His voice sounded hoarse and breathless. “Yeah, baby. That’s it. Come on. All of it,
Meghan,” he growled. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” he commanded her as she lowered inch
by magnificent inch, easing his enormous swollen cock into her wet depths.

“Ah, shit,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.” Putting his hands on her hips he
pushed down hard and swift. Meghan was moaning. It hurt at first, taking his great
size a challenge. Finally, when he was fully seated inside she leaned in and bit his
shoulder as waves of pleasure radiated out from her core.

Alex wrapped his arms around her and held on tight, telling her, “Don’t move, baby.
Just feel.” His hips rolled slowly against her in rhythmic surges that enflamed the
sensitive bundle of nerves in her clit.

It was transcendent. Straddling his hips, his cock pulsing inside her. He wasn’t thrusting,
it wasn’t necessary. Just feeling him so deep within her had Meghan’s inner muscles
tightening unbearably.

He felt it too and groaned. “Fuck.
Oh Fuck
,” he cried. “You’re gonna come just from me being inside you.”

He was right. Her sex fisted his cock over and over and over, contracting around his
pulsing flesh, milking him in a building frenzy that threatened to blow her world
apart.

It wasn’t enough, she needed the friction of his body against hers so she ground her
pussy on him in a circular motion that had him reaching for her ass to control the
movements. His cock reacted by swelling, filling her so completely she cried out in
wonder.

“Come for me Meghan. Come all over my cock,” he groaned.

When her orgasm hit she got swept away as the violent pulsing detonated his climax
as well. They were barely moving but that didn’t stop the ragged spasms from lengthening
instead of subsiding as she rode waves of indescribable pleasure.

He was firmly lodged so deep inside her tight passage that she felt every jerk and
pulse as his come spurted into her to be welcomed by a fresh surge of creamy nectar
that gushed along his length in heated response.

She was lying on his chest, crying uncontrollably in a maelstrom of pleasure that
left her weak and shaken. Nothing would ever be the same in her world after that.

Alex was in a state of shock. Meghan lay trembling against him with her magnificent
breasts pressed into his chest and his arms locked possessively around her. Still
buried in her glorious heat, he was aware of the moisture seeping from her body onto
his groin, a stark and very sexy reminder of what had just happened.

She’d called him
baby.
Told him with her words, and in no uncertain terms with her body, how much she wanted
him. He hadn’t been able to stop his response, letting every sweet unbearable sensation
overtake him until there was nothing left but his hard cock buried in the hot velvet
depths of her pussy. Nothing had ever felt so right. For the first time in forever
he felt complete, whole. The darkness had given way to something pure and joyful,
and he lost himself in the beauty of the moment.

As long as he lived he’d never be able to erase the memory of Meghan shuddering on
top of him as she came. The way they’d propelled so quickly into an earth-shattering
climax by the strength of her powerful inner muscles alone. Not even the daunting
task of fucking her on the seat of his truck had made any difference.

Unfortunately, reality blazed with a vengeance in his head as every haunting thought
that made him into an emotional recluse came hurtling home. The face of a soldier
bubbled up from deep in his memory and tore at his soul as images of Meghan making
love to her young fiancé made him sick to his stomach. He’d taken that from her and
replaced it with his sex buried in her sweet body. It felt like the ultimate betrayal
to a man who lost his life on Alex’s watch.

Something ripped open inside him and a feral howl of pain erupted from his throat.
“Oh God, no.
No
.” A savage despair had him in its merciless grip. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t believe
what he’d done. He was beyond damned.

The atmosphere inside the truck changed in an instant as he struggled to lift her
off his lap in his frantic haste to get some air and dial back the revulsion threatening
to take him down. Meghan shot from his lap like a cannonball when his tortured roar
split the air.

Suddenly, the door flew open and she scrambled away from him in such haste that she
fell from the truck onto the dry desert ground, landing awkwardly on her knees. The
sight of the exquisite beauty crawling to get away from him with her ass in the air
and her naked breasts swaying with every movement damned him to hell.

Releasing an endless stream of self-castigating words, he slid from the truck, pulling
up his jeans as he moved. It should be him on his knees in the dust, not her. What
in holy fuck had he done?

Meghan couldn’t believe what was happening. One second she’d been lying spent and
happy on Alex’s broad chest, listening to the pounding of his heart, blissfully wrapped
in a cocoon of contentment and the next her heart was being brutally ripped from her
chest. His tortured cry and the “no” that shattered her euphoria brought her crashing
back to earth with a violent thud. It was his frantic efforts to throw her body off
his that was the topper. She thought she might be sick.

When she fell out of the truck and pitched forward as her knees came in contact with
the ground, she tried to right herself with her hands only to have them scrape painfully
against the dirt and stones. With her dress bunched around her stomach she felt exposed
and vulnerable, a far cry from moments earlier when she thought she’d touched a piece
of paradise.

She felt him trying to help her up but the humiliation of her position and the dawning
realization that he’d instantly regretted what happened made her desperate to get
away from him. Far away. She wouldn’t cry in front of him but that didn’t stop Meghan
from the howling wails of agony sounding in her soul.

Slapping his hands away she flipped onto her bottom, horrified that her naked ass
was sitting on the desert floor while her scraped knees and hands shot starbursts
of pain along her nerve endings. Distraught, she yanked the smocked bodice of her
dress over exposed breasts, wincing from the mangled flesh on her hands. Could this
horrible moment get any worse?

Alex crouched down and quickly pulled her into his arms, picking her up from the dirt.
She heard a shallow grunt that sounded a lot like discomfort rumble from his chest
followed by a definite limp in his gait as he walked her to the side of the truck
and placed her gently on the seat. She was no lightweight and despite his hard muscled
body she knew the effort of moving her off the ground had caused pain to flare from
his old wounds.
Good
, she thought.
I hope carrying me cripples the son-of-a-bitch.
It was what he deserved.

Your knees are scraped,” he muttered as his hands slid down her legs to inspect her
injuries. Taking her hands in his he turned her palms up and grimaced at the sight
of torn flesh that greeted his eyes. She was furious. And hurt. And she didn’t mean
physically.

Brushing away some dirt and tiny pieces of stone stuck to her flesh, he lifted one
of her hands to his mouth as if he was going to kiss the abrasions away, but she snatched
it back and snarled at him with shock and disillusionment dripping from her words.
“Leave me alone. Get away. You’ve done enough.” She didn’t care when his expression
registered a pained look at her reaction.
Fuck him
, she thought.

“Meghan,” he began, but she didn’t want to hear whatever he was going to say. His
actions spoke louder than any words ever could.

“Shut up Alex. Just shut the hell up and let me be.”

He nodded, looking like a man who had just been handed a jail sentence but told her,
“It’s not what you think.”

She freaked. “You don’t know what I think you dick!” Her voice was overly loud in
the silence around them but she didn’t give a shit about any of that.

Her hysteria rising with each second she hurled the only accusation she could think
of at him. “My mother always told me,
a woman could have any man she wants because a man will fuck any woman who’s willing
. Looks like I learned that lesson a day late and a dollar short.”

“No,” he barked. “That’s not what just happened here. Please don’t think that.”

She pushed him away with a strength that surprised her. “Um, I think you saying,
fuck me Meghan
, describes exactly what just happened. Don’t worry, Major. You’re off the hook. I
started it, and I finished it.”

Scooting across the seat until she was plastered against the passenger side door,
she did what she could to rearrange her clothing and restore some dignity to her situation.