Redeeming Justice (25 page)

Unfortunately, Brody chose that moment to sling an arm around her shoulders as the
Justice crowd crushed in on the dance floor. Alex’s expression quickly changed to
something dark and menacing.
Poor Brody,
Meghan thought. Alex was going to make him regret being so familiar with her.

The remainder of the long set went by with one awesome performance after another.
For a cover band these guys rocked hard. Meghan danced off her alcohol buzz, shaking
her ta-tas and waving her hands gleefully in the air with the rest of the ladies until
she was ready to collapse.

For their last number of the night, Alex and his homeboys kicked out a blistering
rendition of Led Zeppelin’s “Rock and Roll”, starting with a mighty drumroll that
served up a reminder to anyone who doubted his endurance that old Thunder Foot was
a serious force to be reckoned with.

It was loud, proud, unabashed old school rock at its very best and got the entire
crowd up on their feet, hollering with delight. Meghan couldn’t remember the last
time she’d gotten so enthused on the dance floor. Even Carmen and Gus were head banging
and dancing. Since the song ends with thunderous drums, it gave Alex one last opportunity
in the spotlight and then it was over but the laughter, applause, and screaming lingered
on.

The band wandered from the stage one by one to wade into the audience, accepting beers
and compliments, but Alex didn’t move from behind the drums. She saw him sitting there,
wiping down with a pained expression on his face. Meghan reacted instantly, making
her way to the rear of the stage, hopping up to go stand by his side.

She wanted to help but she also knew it was a pride thing for him that he act like
he wasn’t about to fall over.

“That was amazing, Alex!” She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “You’re one
endless surprise after another.”

“Thanks,” he smirked. “I hope those surprises cast me in a good light.”

“Are you kidding?” Meghan laughed. It was good to get him talking. Give him an opportunity
to catch his breath and take his mind off the pain. “Let’s see. Soldier. Tech nerd,”
she giggled at that. “Dog lover. Sex god. Piano player, singer, and now drum master.
I’d say those are all good things.”

“Sex god, is it? I like that,” he snickered with a goofy grin.

Meghan tossed her head back and laughed. “Well,
of course
that would be the one thing you’d focus on!”

He laughed with her until she leaned down and landed a big, juicy kiss on his mouth.
Pulling back she whispered in his ear, “As you stand up, put your arm around me, and
I’ll help you off the stage, okay?”

When he nodded and calmly accepted her assistance, she fell for him all over again.
He might be big and strong but he was also man enough to know when he needed help.
Accepting it from her, in this unusual circumstance with everyone he knew milling
around, seemed huge.

“Ready?” she asked, dipping slightly to wrap her arm around his waist. He lurched
up off the drum stool with an agonized grunt that tore threw her.

Grabbing at her shoulders he muttered a terse, “Fuck,” letting her know it was pretty
bad. “My foot is numb, and my whole left side is on fire.”

She knew what to do. He needed a second for the blood flow to catch up so she pressed
against him, offering her body as an anchor, and kissed him slow and deep. Anyone
watching would see them in a clinch and not notice he was trembling slightly and hanging
on to her for dear life.

“I think I can walk now,” he told her after a few minutes, keeping his big arm around
her shoulder while she gripped his waist.

“Lean on me if you need to,” she said, guiding him off the stage as he carefully stepped
down.

Behind the stage there was a dark hallway obscured by a backdrop, where he headed
with her help. They’d taken maybe ten steps down the hall when he pushed her into
a small cramped room stacked with cases of beer and bar supplies. Shutting the door
firmly behind them and poking in the lock he hustled her against the nearest wall,
pinned her body under his and fell on her mouth for a ravaging kiss that set her on
fire.

Meghan clutched at his shoulders then speared her fingers into his hair, holding his
mouth on hers as he deepened the kiss while he ground his pelvis against her. Kissing
him without the beard was a new experience that she liked equally as much as she did
the facial hair.

He was all sweaty, his muscles pumped up and hard from the physical exertion of the
drumming. The way he covered her body with his was exciting as hell.

The fever he created inside her with the hungry kiss sent Meghan into a frenzy of
need. She’d been helping him one minute, focused entirely on giving him some comfort,
then out of control with lust the next. How the hell did he do that to her so fast?

She tried telling herself that she was simply taking his mind off the pain by firing
up his endorphins to short-circuit the torment, but the truth was she wanted a taste
of the rough, wild, and dirty he promised.

They were going at each other in a frenzied way when she felt his hand slide up her
thigh. She froze when he reached into her panties and vigorously thrust one of his
big fingers inside her. Meghan groaned her pleasure and almost came the second she
felt him invade her flesh.

“Jesus, God. You’re so wet. Is this for me?” he moaned into her ear when he found
her ready for him.

“You know it is,” she whimpered as he thrust the finger deep, withdrew, and then thrust
again.

“Tell me Meghan. I need to hear you say it.”

“That’s all you, baby,” she groaned. “All you.”

The wild kissing started up again as he fingered her while she writhed and moaned
in his arms. Just as he’d done the night before, when he withdrew his fingers from
her wet heat, he brought them to her mouth so she could taste her arousal. She decided
she liked when he did that. Very much. It was primal, erotic, and so very, very basic.

Reaching for his belt, she got it unfastened and the zipper down on his jeans in record
time. He startled when she pulled away and dropped to her knees in front of him as
she pushed his jeans and briefs down his legs.

He was huge and hard, practically begging for her attention. She didn’t really have
any friggin’ idea what she was doing, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. He’d told
her,
next time, my dick, your mouth
– so she was going to give him what he wanted.

As she held his hard cock in both hands, while licking and sucking on the head, he
gathered her hair and pulled it away from her face—she presumed so he could watch.
Wrapping her lips around him, she sucked on his flesh, moving it in and out of her
mouth. She’d need some practice before she could take him deep but that didn’t stop
her from enthusiastically slurping away as saliva flooded her mouth and covered his
manhood. She was pleasantly surprised how delicious he tasted.

Within minutes he groaned, “That’s enough,” and forced her off her knees by pulling
on her hair.

As she stood he told her with a lusty growl, “Either take off your panties Meghan
or I tear them from you.”

She was panting with need as she pushed the silky fabric down her legs, managing to
get one foot out before the scrap of material snagged on her other boot. He picked
her up and all but threw her onto a stack of beer crates, pushing her knees wide as
he stepped between them. Grabbing onto her hair again with one hand, he brought her
hips forward with the other, and then guided his cock to her wet opening.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ground out, which she did with haste, desperate to
feel him inside her.

Having already told her he didn’t do nice, she didn’t expect a gentle possession.
With an aggressive lunge, he powered into her and went deep in one mighty thrust.
She screamed at the invasion, but he quickly covered her mouth to muffle the sound
giving Meghan the opportunity to bite down hard on his hand.

When he was all the way in he held still and took his hand away as she whimpered and
shook all over.

“Let me know when you’re ready, baby.”

Meghan grasped his waist and pulled him closer to her body. Even though his penetration
hurt like hell, she quickly adjusted to his size, relishing the sensation of warmth
that accompanied a gush of arousal from deep inside her.

She closed her eyes and shivered as the sensations rocked her body but he demanded
she look at him. “I want you to see who’s fucking you.”

Every muscle inside her clenched at his words, sending him a signal that she was more
than ready for whatever he wanted to give her.

When he began stroking in and out she lost her grip on reality as each of his forceful
thrusts ended with a low grunt from deep in his chest. Pulling all the way out, she
gasped each time, then moaned on the return.

It got rough, and as the rhythm picked up, wild too. She was aware of her panties
dangling from one of her boots as her legs wrapped tight around his thrusting hips.
There was nothing she could do but hold on tight as he pounded into her over and over.

Meghan tried to stay quiet as he drove her into a seething climax that threatened
to destroy whatever control she had. “Oh God, Alex,” she groaned as her insides tightened.
She was so wet that she could feel moisture leaking from her body and sliding down
her ass.

“Look at me when you come, beautiful,” he groaned as the relentless pounding went
on.

And then it happened. Her muscles clenched and released in a frenzy of powerful spasms
as her body fisted his cock. The primal heat from his lust-filled gaze rocked her
over the edge as the powerful orgasm detonated deep inside her, radiating in wave
after wave of indescribable pleasure.

“Yes!” he grunted, triumphant. “Your cunt is mine.”

After a devastating series of energetic thrusts, she felt his cock swell inside her
as his back arched and every vein in his neck stood out in harsh relief against his
skin. She watched him through passion-drenched eyes as he found his release, coming
deep inside her as his body jerked and pulsed just as the rippling flutters of her
climax began to calm.

He’d given her everything he promised. It had been rough, wild, and dirty. When it
was over, he slid out of her body and eased her legs down as she shook all over and
tried to come back to reality.

Ever the gentleman, he helped put her panties back on, then stood and pushed his come
covered cock into his briefs, yanking his jeans up as he leered at her wearing an
expression of intense satisfaction. She noted he didn’t seemed as pained as he had
before they lost their damn minds in a dark and dingy supply room at the back of a
seedy bar.

She didn’t quite know what to say, so she stayed silent. As did he. It was as if the
ferocity of what they’d shared had spoken louder than any words could.

Alex watched Meghan closely. He couldn’t believe what they’d done. He hadn’t been
kidding when he told her she’d scream when he fucked her although she didn’t seem
upset or in any way put off by the fierce coupling he’d subjected her too. He wasn’t
proud of the fact that he took her on a stack of beer crates in a public place where
anyone could have jimmied open that door with nothing more forceful than a good shove.
But he wasn’t sorry.

If anything, he was eager to do it all again. Even the part where she’d tried taking
him into her mouth. Her inexperience had been evident but that didn’t mean her enthusiasm
hadn’t gone to his head. Both of them.

When she seemed ready, he put his hand low on her back and led her from the back room,
along the darkened hallway and out into the back parking lot. He thought that better
than suddenly appearing in the bar where everyone and his fucking brother would be
able to figure out what they’d been up to.

He marveled at her composure and snickered in his head at how demure and proper she
looked as she calmly sashayed over to his truck as if they’d just come from a Bible
study class. Only he knew that she’d just gotten her inner slut on and come forcefully
while his cock was buried balls deep inside her.

They stood in the darkness leaning against the truck in silence for a few minutes
until people started drifting from the bar in their direction. They looked so innocent
and calm, giving off the impression that nothing more than a conversation had been
taking place.

She smiled at him and reached a hand into his hair, pushing it back from his face.
“Last night, my headache. Tonight, your pain. I’m thinking we’re on to something here,”
she chuckled. “And by the way. I’m giving you a new nickname. A better one.”

“And what would that be?” he asked.

“Thunder Cock,” she said with a wicked leer.

He roared with laughter.

“And maybe next time we can try naked and a bed? That would sure be different, Mister
Thunder, sir.”

He liked her naughty mind, and the way she had no trouble telling him what she was
thinking.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he teased. “I was thinking something more along the lines of you
bent over, legs spread wide, your naked ass for me too enjoy while I fuck you from
behind as those magnificent tits of yours sway with each thrust.”

“Fuck you, Major,” she laughed.

“No.
Fuck you
, Miss O’Brien,” he answered with a wicked grin.

As if on cue, Brody walked over to them and asked if they needed a designated driver
or if they were cool. Meghan laughed at the question and told him they were good,
probably better than a few of the others who were stumbling as everyone navigated
the drunk versus sober portion of the evening.

Seeing her answer with a lovely smile got Alex’s gut churning with a surge of jealousy
that made him stop and think. When it came to his sexy Irish goddess, he wasn’t interested
in sharing. Not even along the lines of a few friendly words.
Back off Jensen
, his mind barked.
That’s my come in her panties, dude
.