Redeeming Justice (30 page)

Before she had a chance to recover, he grabbed her legs and put her calves upon his
shoulders; opening her up to the pounding he was about to subject her to. When she
realized the vulnerable position she was in, Meghan groaned and scored her fingernails
down his chest, clutching at his cock with her incredible inner muscles in randy encouragement.

Wild and rough did not do justice to what happened after that. With his back free
from pain and his hips able to flex and thrust without discomfort, Alex went for broke.
Slamming into her with a ferocity that had him howling with unleashed primal lust,
he hammered away until sweat was literally pouring off him from the effort. Her pussy
dripped with renewed need, adding to the obscene sounds coming from their intense
fucking.

“Again,” he growled at her. “Come for me again, baby.”

He reached between them, found her swollen nub and rolled it between his fingers.
Her arms flew wide, clutching frantically at the sheets while her back arched and
a deep flush spread across her chest up her neck to her face.

He fucked her even harder, grunting like an animal, rubbing her clit as her creamy
response drenched his fingers.

And then reality slipped away. She started screaming. He heard her crying his name
over and over. His balls tightened and cock swelled until he was sure it was going
to explode. She spasmed so forcefully he almost blacked out from the strength of her
cunt milking him.

Alex’s orgasm started in the balls of his feet, gathering intensity as the sensation
raced up his legs, shooting into his groin while all the blood and every sensation
in his body rushed into his cock. He could actually feel his sex jerking wildly inside
her, spurting his essence deep as he groaned in wonder.

It didn’t stop there. How could it? For long moments afterward they continued grinding
against each other, desperate to suck every feeling possible from the wanton experience.
She matched his carnal need with her own.

In the aftermath, he eased her legs from his shoulders and gathered her trembling
body close as she softly cried in his arms. Neither one of them would ever be the
same after what they’d just shared.

It was well after sunset when Meghan awoke in the warm cocoon of Alex’s bed. The air
was heavy with the remnants of their passion and pretty much every muscle in her body
ached from his commanding possession.

She was more than just a bit stunned by everything that was happening to her. Something
about his mastery of her body made her feel small and breakable. Not easy for a big
girl with an even bigger and ballsier attitude. The vulgar language and crude demands
hadn’t turned her off—in fact, if anything, had her responding with a lustful appreciation
that surprised her. Although nothing shocked her more than the realization that she
was hopelessly in love with Alex Marquez.

A sly smile lit up her face remembering how eager she’d been to make love to him with
her mouth and how she’d unashamedly begged to do it again. Same for her pleading cries
imploring him to fuck her. Who was that wicked woman who so enthusiastically demanded
her lover’s possession? Meghan never dreamed she could act that way; be so open and
vocal about her desires.

But through it all, he never spoke of his feelings. Oh sure, he made no effort to
conceal his attraction to her. Being told she fucked like a goddess hadn’t exactly
been a bummer. That didn’t mean she wasn’t self-conscious about her newly realized
love for the man in whose arms she snuggled. Especially since she didn’t know just
where she stood with him.

What was she supposed to do now that they were lovers? Was this one of those vacation
romances that would end once it was time for her to leave? Did screwing each other’s
brains out at every opportunity even qualify as a romance?

What was the accepted protocol in these situations? Sighing, Meghan conceded that
she just didn’t know.
So much for being a grown-up
, she thought. Feeling completely out of her depth she started to worry about how
broken she’d be if all this ended up just being a sexual dalliance on his part.

They were good together, and definitely good in bed. Was that enough? Somehow she
doubted it. Any thought of him being that way with another woman made her deeply uncomfortable.
Actually, that was an understatement. It made her want to throw up followed quickly
by thoughts of violence. He was hers dammit. What a pair the two of them made with
him threatening to kill anyone she touched and her entertaining aggression toward
some nameless, faceless females.
Good God.

The warm male body beside her stirred. Before he came fully awake she indulged her
senses with his scent and the way his huge body felt pressed to hers. There would
never be anyone to equal this man. Not for her.

“
Mmm
. What’s this?” he asked groggily as the arm around her waist grabbed a handful of
her ass and squeezed.

Meghan snuggled closer and inhaled deeply while wiggling into his touch. “I believe
the answer is,
yours
.”

He swatted her butt and chuckled. “Damn right that’s the answer.”

It was a nice moment. Simple. Unhurried. Sweet.

He turned toward her and smiled. “Just so you know, I love it when you call me
baby
.”

Meghan blinked. Had she heard him right or was that her mind engaging in some wishful
thinking?

“I’m serious Meghan,” he said when he saw the look of uncertainty she felt flash on
her face. “You said it in the truck and … well, it turned me on. No one’s ever said
that before.”

Her previous thoughts about doing bodily harm to anyone seeking to replace her in
Alex’s arms bloomed again in her mind. “Good. Glad to hear it,
baby
. And for the record,” she smirked knowing she was about to throw his own words back
at him, “I’ll kill anyone who so much as thinks about calling you that.” It was as
close to an expression of possession that she could make without adding,
I love you. You’re mine.

He swatted her butt and laughed. “I don’t think you have much to worry about where
that’s concerned.”

Stretching, he kept his arms folded around her and sighed. “What time is it?”

She peeked at the clock on his nightstand and murmured, “
Ugh
. It’s after eight. I’m surprised no one sent out a search party for us.”

Alex snorted and said, “Believe me babe, nobody was dumb enough to even consider knocking
on that door.”

She hid her face in his neck and groaned. “Shit. Do you think everyone knows what
we’ve been doing?”

He laughed and hugged her closer. “You
do
know that at one point, maybe even twice, you were all but screaming the house down,
right?”

She didn’t answer. I mean, what do you say after a statement like that? She had been
screaming. “You weren’t exactly quiet yourself,” she said after a moment.

He kissed her. Slowly. Lots of tongue. Just the way she liked it.

“You bring out the beast in me lady. So if I was loud, it was
your
fault.”

“What?” she squealed in faux outrage. “Oh my God. You poor thing.”

“I know a good way you can make it up to me,” he leered.

“This oughta be rich,” she joked. Meghan liked these quiet, uncomplicated moments.
Yet another way they were good together. “You were saying, Mister Thunder Cock, sir?”

She was pretty sure his expression qualified for shit eating grin status.

He rather pointedly glanced over his shoulder at the bedposts and nodded as if formulating
a plan. Being pretty quick on the uptake, after all she was a teacher, used to staying
one step ahead of the fuckery laid at her feet by a passel of young teenagers – she
was pretty damn sure she knew what his dirty mind was thinking. And she loved it.

“You. Spread eagle and tied to the bed. Preferably on your stomach so that naughty
mouth of yours can’t distract me. Ass up and naked of course.”

Alrighty then. She certainly got close to what she imagined he was thinking but the
ass up
part was a revelation.

Her face went back into his neck to hide her smile but she could tell by the low rumble
of laughter coming from his chest that while he hadn’t seen her grin, he certainly
felt it against his skin.

“C’mon my sexy Irish fuck goddess.”

Oh jeez, she almost jumped on him again with that statement. Fuck goddess.
Wow.
She’d wear that wicked badge with pride.

“Let’s get your glorious ass in the shower. I think we both need a good scrub down.”

He surprised her by behaving in the shower. Maybe it was the husky wince she let out
when he reached between her legs with a handful of suds that held off whatever hope
she had of an amorous replay of earlier. Meghan hadn’t realized how sore she was until
that moment.

Every man wanted to think of himself as well-endowed but Alex sort of took that to
another level. She knew that not just from having him penetrate her vaginally but
also from her oral ravishment of his impressive cock. Guy was huge, and she wasn’t
even kidding. Of course, he was big all over, so no surprise there. Big hands. Big
body. Big appetite. Was she woman enough to satisfy his powerful sexual needs? Well
one thing was certain; she’d willingly exhaust herself trying. Good news was that
she too apparently liked it rough, wild, and dirty as fuck.

He let her wash his body and didn’t shy away from the soapy exploration of his aforementioned
cock but he did stop her from taking it any further, telling her, “I’m going to play
the gentleman and refrain from dragging your ass back to my bed.
This time
. Your body needs time to adjust.” Pretending to check his watch, he smirked at her
and added, “What do you think? Couple of hours do?”

Meghan stood there under the pounding water, her hair hanging in wet ringlets down
her back, their suds covered bodies pressed intimately together, and smiled. “Are
we going to start sneaking into each other’s rooms, then?”

“Sneaking?
Fuck no
. There’ll be no hiding from what’s going on sweetheart. If I want to throw you on
the dining room table and fuck your ass into oblivion, then that’s what I’m going
to do. And frankly, I don’t give a good goddamn who knows about it.”

Meghan’s insides clenched at his provocative words. “Well, if that’s the case you’re
lucky my brothers aren’t around. Hearing you use the words fuck, ass, and oblivion
in a single sentence when referring to their saintly sister is sure to earn you a
can of Boston Whoop Ass.”

“Alright woman. Enough with the scare tactics. I’m a fucking special forces motherfucker
with an ass kicking posse of my own.”

She laughed as they slid from the shower and wrapped up in big fluffy towels. “I’m
curious Alex.”

“About what?” he asked.

“How many times can you use the word
fuck
or a derivative thereof in a single sentence? You’re pretty good at it, y’know.”

“Oh shit,” he groaned. “My mother and sisters would unhappily agree with you on that.”
He shrugged. “It’s a guy thing made a thousand times worse by years in the service.
Once I get going it’s like the word has a life all it’s own. After a couple of drinks
I pretty much start using it like a comma in every sentence.”

Back in his bedroom Meghan surveyed her clothes, which were spread here and there
around the room and frowned. “Do you have something I can put on?”

“No. I prefer your ass naked and your tits bouncing in my face.”

Dropping the towel to the floor she sighed melodramatically and said, “Well, I suppose
if it doesn’t bother you then, I can walk back to my room stark naked and hope there’s
no one watching.”

“Only if you’re begging for a spanking,” he told her with a glimmer in his eyes.

Jesus. He was killing her. Tied to the bed, ass up, and now threats of a spanking?
She launched herself into his arms and kissed him like a fucking nymphomaniac before
eventually releasing his mouth and stepping back.