Redeeming Justice (27 page)

He couldn’t help the grimace that crossed his face. The idea of being touched in the
state he was in didn’t sound all that appealing.

She was watching him closely. “Baby, you have to trust me, okay?”

“Who are you texting,” he asked, dodging the question.

“I’m having Tori send one of the guys to my car to get the table and bring it up here.”

Growling like an animal in pain he bit out, “I don’t want anyone to see me like this.”

She was on her knees again in a hurry so she could look him directly in the eye without
him having to arch his neck to see her. “You didn’t even have to say that. Don’t worry.
They’ll leave it in the hallway for me. I’m gonna go put on some clothes and grab
some things I need. If you think you’re up to it, make sure your bladder is empty
and lose the briefs. Wrap a towel around your waist and don’t do anything dumb while
I’m gone.”

He really must be out of his mind with pain because he realized she was in a bathing
suit and cover-up only when she said something about getting changed.

“Alex,” she said. “Look at me.”

He did and almost lost his way in her amazing green eyes.

“I do this for a living. If I didn’t think a massage would help, I wouldn’t suggest
it.”

She didn’t wait for his reaction, just leaned in, kissed him on the forehead, then
rose and hurried from his room, saying over her shoulder, “I’ll just be a few minutes.”

They turned out to be the longest minutes of his life. Stumbling to the bathroom he’d
done as she said and returned to the bedroom with only a towel slung low on his hips.
Even that hurt like fucking hell where it came into contact with his spasming muscles
and tingling scars.

She returned ten minutes later dressed in a plain t-shirt and a simple skirt made
of stretchy material that molded to her curves like a second skin.

It only took a few minutes for her to set up the massage table and lay out her supplies.

With hands resting on her hips she assessed him. “Think you can get onto the table,
stomach down, or do you need my help? Oh, and by the way, undo the towel. I want it
loose so all it does is drape.”

It took every once of strength Alex had to move onto the table while she busied herself
with other things. He heard the light strains of music from the iPhone she’d plugged
into his stereo dock as he tried to relax. She showed him how to lay his arms on a
padded rest underneath the table and from the unusual position with his head in a
padded oval and his shoulders relaxed, he felt some of the strain leave his upper
body.

He didn’t know how long he lay there but once her hands started gliding across his
skin, he went somewhere in his mind. Someplace peaceful and calm. Starting on his
neck she kneaded, stroked, and prodded in all the right places as sweet relief started
coursing through his body. She was using some kind of oil that felt like liquid velvet,
adding to the sensory experience.

The warmth of her hands was like heaven and everywhere her skilled touch focused,
his body relaxed and gave up the pain, little by little. She was working on his lower
back along his hip, having discreetly moved the towel to expose one butt cheek when
he felt her fingers press and rotate on a spot that exploded in pain, followed a heartbeat
later by a flood of relief that made him groan.

It was like she’d flipped a switch. One minute he was in agony body and soul, and
the next…it was gone. The sudden alleviation of suffering made Alex overly emotional.
His body quivered slightly, and he had to shut his eyes to bring himself back under
control.

Her magic touch continued down his leg and then began all over again on the other
side – his damaged side – starting at his neck and moving slowly downward. No longer
tense and filled with burning pain, he relaxed under her hands and gave himself up
to her entirely.

She flipped that same switch on the other side and suddenly Alex felt like jumping
off the table and going for a run. Something he hadn’t been able to do for a very
long time. When she told him to turn over, he moved without an awareness of pain for
the first time in forever.

The next twenty minutes passed in a blur of contentment. Her touch. The music playing.
The oil gliding on his skin wherever she put her hands.

When she was finished, she covered him with a big body towel and told him to lay there
while she cleaned up.

He heard her in the bathroom, washing up, and felt his awareness level increase until
he swore time slowed down. Returning to his side, she pushed an errant lock of hair
off his face as his eyes snapped open and held her in place. Grabbing her hand he
told her, “If you ever use your hands on anyone else quite like that, I’ll have to
kill them.”

She looked shell shocked by the comment. He meant every word but it probably came
out all wrong.

Meghan was totally undone by the territorial vibe in Alex’s voice. “If you ever use
your hands on anyone else quite like that, I’ll have to kill them.”
Whoa
. That sounded more than a little serious.

How could she tell him she’d never experienced anything like what had just passed
between them? Desperate to ease his suffering she’d focused the healing power of her
hands to draw the pain from his body and infuse him with her love and affection as
an exchange of energy took place.
Shit.
She’d fallen for him so completely that she didn’t know which revelation rocked her
world more; knowing how she felt or hearing the power of possession in his words.

“Can you get up?” she asked. “Swing your legs off the table slowly, and I’ll help
you stand.”

Tossing the towel off, Alex sat up swiftly, flexing his shoulders and arching his
back.

“My God, Meghan. What you did. I can’t thank you enough sweetheart.”

She beamed at him, thrilled to learn he was feeling better. “I’m glad I could help,”
she murmured, unsure of herself now that she understood her feelings.

Meghan admired his impressive physique as he climbed off the table and headed for
the easy chair. He was completely naked and seemingly unconcerned about his state
of undress. From behind he looked like one of those drool-worthy models in a magazine.
Broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist and an ass that would make a saint blush.
It was the front view however that melted her brain into her panties.

There wasn’t any use in pretending she saw anything at all except his impressive cock
as it rose from a thatch of dark hair swaying proudly with each movement. What she
wanted to do to him just then gave new meaning to the expression
happy ending
.

He saw where she was looking and leered at her with a knowing smirk that set her senses
on fire.

“That’s all you, y’know,” he told her pointing at his erection. It was the same expression
she’d used last night when he found her wet and ready for him.

She blushed and shrugged, quickly saying, “It’s just a physiological reaction to the
massage.”

“It so is fucking
not
, baby. Come here,” he told her with a hand stretched in her direction.

Meghan hesitated. The professional knew she should back off but the woman wanted nothing
more than to sink to her knees and explore him with her hands and mouth.

The woman won out. Going to him she slid gracefully to her knees between his spread
thighs and watched his face, biting her damn lip the whole time. She felt stupid and
inexperienced, not knowing what to do next. Or first. Or second.

She’d put her hair up in a clip for the massage so it didn’t get in her way but he
quickly made short work of taking it out as her long curls tumbled across her shoulders.

“I love your hair,” he murmured. A distinct huskiness to his voice.

There was no way he didn’t sense her frustration at being so completely without game
when it came to pleasing him this way. She was way too old to be such a novice yet
somehow the knowledge that she’d never indulged her carnal desires this way with anyone
else made it so very special.

He smiled that devilishly wicked smile that turned her to jelly. “Want to claim your
reward, baby?”

Meghan nodded her head enthusiastically and eyed his hardness.

He laughed and said, “Class is in session Miss O’Brien.”

Gripping the base of his cock he held it close to her mouth, “Just relax, and do whatever
feels good to you.”

She looked at him like he was crazy. Wasn’t she supposed to be making him feel good?

He read her thoughts and said, “Honey, there’s nothing sexier for a man than watching
his woman enjoy his body. Whatever way she wants. There’s no pre-set agenda.”

“But I don’t know what I’m doing.”

His nostrils flared at her admission and heat from his eyes seared her skin. “Your
innocence excites me. I can smell your desire. Would it help if I told you what I’d
like? Full on? No holding back?”

Nodding, she searched his face for assurance and felt a surge of confidence invade
her senses when he looked back at her with such desire she sucked in a quick breath.

“First. This isn’t a challenge. You only do what feels good to you, okay?”

He was stroking his hard shaft, hypnotizing her with each movement of his hand.

“Three simple basics. Kiss. Lick. Suck. In any order. I’m not gonna lie Meghan. The
idea of fucking your mouth is a serious turn on. I wanna push my dick into your throat
while you suck the come out of me. But that’s sorta the advanced shit we need to work
up to. I don’t want to scare you off but I’ve been thinking about those sexy lips
stretching around my cock. Watching you take all of me.”

“Oh shit, Alex,” she moaned. “I want that too.”

He looked unconvinced so she wrapped her hand around him and learned his flesh while
never looking away from his eyes.

“Why are you so surprised? I think about this too. Making love to you with my mouth
and lips. Sucking on you. Feeling your hardness slide along my tongue.” She shuddered
at her own words.

“Take your top off, honey,” he muttered. “I want to see your breasts while you take
me in your mouth.”

Having spent so much of her younger days beating guys off with a stick who wanted
nothing more than to get off grabbing at her boobs, Meghan found Alex’s clear appreciation
of her curves exciting as hell. Being a sucker for pretty lingerie and glad she was
wearing a sexy bra that made her tits look fucking fantastic, Meghan reefed the top
over her head with speed and tossed it aside.
Yeah
. The girls looked pretty damn awesome if she said so herself.

His look of undisguised arousal as his eyes caressed her breasts with hot longing
empowered Meghan. She wasn’t just some random piece, willing to be used for his indulgent
amusement. This was different, and not just because of the massage that had turned
sensual and forbidden. He didn’t just want her. He wanted her to enjoy his body and
find pleasure in doing so.

Running his hand over her hair in a gesture she found possessive and exciting, Alex
pushed the long locks over her shoulders then traced a thumb across her lips. Shutting
down the noise in her mind, Meghan relaxed and let instinct rule her passions, opening
slightly to suck his thumb into her mouth. She registered a hiss of approval as her
tongue swirled against his skin followed by him grasping her chin firmly in his hand
as he swiftly leaned down kissing her deeply with lips and tongue.

With his face close to hers he searched her eyes and murmured huskily, “Remember,
this is your reward. Not mine. Only what pleases you, Meghan. Understand?”

All but drowning in her newly recognized feelings of love for the man at whose feet
she knelt, she nodded and smiled into his handsome face, telling him, “I need to feel
your pleasure Alex. Need to hear it. Is that okay?”

Her heart melted when he snorted a deep chuckle and shook his head at her in wonder.
“Don’t know what I fucking did to deserve you sweetheart. Never regret for a moment
about telling me what you need. What you want. It’s all
more
than okay and believe me, you’ll be hearing plenty.”

Turning passion filled eyes to his straining flesh, she marveled at the perfection
before her, remembering how it felt to take this powerful part of him inside her.
There was nothing different about what she was about to do except this time she’d
be welcoming him into her mouth instead of her pussy.

Starting with a soft kiss, Meghan held his shaft in both hands pressing her lips on
skin stretched taut by arousal. His desire felt like a badge of honor that brought
a gush of heated response into her core.

Meghan brought the fat head of his beautiful cock to her lips, licking at the droplets
of arousal that formed, opening her lips to suck just that part of him into her mouth.
She marveled at the two opposites invading her senses. The incredible and surprising
softness of his skin and the exquisite hardness and strength underneath.

She inhaled the groan of approval rumbling from deep inside him as it reverberated
on her tongue. Knowing she had already stirred his passions with one simple move emboldened
her. Giving in to her desire, Meghan indulged in a thorough exploration of the plump
knob against her lips—licking, sucking, and kissing as he’d instructed.