Redeeming Justice (34 page)

Her eyes sought his, seeking permission. Kicking the bottoms aside, Alex moved into
a firm stance while he pushed two fingers into her mouth. When she closed her eyes
and groaned, sucking greedily, he feathered his free hand across her stomach and into
the mass of curls between her legs.

“I know what you want. Your body hides nothing from me.” Finding her clit was easy,
she was so wet and swollen with arousal that the sexy nub practically leaped into
his touch. He rolled it between his fingers. In seconds she was shaking all over.

Yanking his hands free he pushed her down to the floor. “On your knees woman,” he
growled. Grabbing his cock he stroked it several times just inches from her face.
The way she looked at him with eyes full of lust and need was so hot—he could feel
it on his skin.

With a trembling hand he swept the head of his staff along the seam of her mouth as
she pursed her lips and groaned. Alex never had to ask for her outrageously sexy mouth
on his cock. She all but pleaded for it morning, noon, and night. It made him hot
as hell knowing his woman not only enjoyed sucking on him but that she got seriously
turned on too. Watching her take him deep in her mouth was fucking glorious.

“Should I make you beg?” he chuckled. She shot him a naughty look and let her lips
relax, pulling the sensitive head of his cock into the suction of her mouth. That
shut him up damn quick.

When she reached for his hard flesh, the crystals on her satin cuffs flashed in the
candlelight. “Open that mouth wide, baby,” he demanded, “and put your hands on your
tits. I want to watch you fondle yourself while my cock gets a tongue bath.” The leer
he gave her did not miss its mark. His twitching flesh absorbed the sly smile on her
lips.

There was something hot and decadent about their positions. Him standing with his
cock jutting from his hard-muscled body, her on her knees before him, hands molded
to her bountiful breasts. When she licked him with her tongue his cock reacted. The
woman had a wicked mouth.

Alex stood there, watching the scene at his feet, his eyes glazed with desire. Without
the aid of her hands, she had to catch the head of his hard staff with her lips, which
she did with a deep groan of satisfaction. Watching her open wide and suck him into
her warm, wet mouth was almost torture. He wanted to grab her head and fuck her mouth
with heart-pounding abandon but he didn’t. This was just a warm-up for what was to
come.

While she worked on his flesh and played with her tits, he spoke to her softly. Telling
her how sexy she was. How much he loved what she was doing. Praising her passion and
encouraging her to enjoy herself.

“I love when you go deep and moan on my cock.”

When she did just that he hissed and shook from the glorious sensations she was causing.
His eyes almost popped out of his head when she let his staff slide from her mouth
so she could suck along the length with wet kisses that drove him insane with need.

This was something he’d discovered that she liked very much, teasing him with her
tongue. Lapping at his hardness until his cock quivered and jumped with each caress.
As she licked him Alex groaned his delight, his butt clenching with the force of his
arousal.

They were both breathing heavy when she suddenly made an O with her lips and sucked
him in slow and deep. Watching his cock slide along her tongue until he felt it nudge
the back of her throat was hypnotic. He staggered briefly as the devastating impact
of her greedy mouth shot along his nerve endings.

“
Fuck
Meghan,” he growled. She answered with a desperate moan and just like that he was
beyond his limit.

Pulling out of her mouth, he grabbed a handful of hair and forced her to stand. A
bright pink flush washed her cheeks and her eyes held a smoky haze of arousal that
darkened them to a midnight green. Crushing her to him with his hand against her head,
he devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue where his cock had just been.

This wasn’t going to be a gentle fuck. He’d certainly warned her; plus the cuffs and
blindfold made his intentions crystal clear. Reaching for the beaded chain that would
bind her hands together, he quickly restrained her then leaned down and suckled fiercely
on each of her pebbled pink nipples until she cried out and writhed against him.

He was almost at the point of no return and reluctantly decided the blindfold would
have to wait for another time. The unmistakable scent of her arousal had him by the
balls and nothing short of a brutal pounding was going to satisfy his desire.

“On the fucking bed Meghan.
Now
,” he growled.

He had to give her credit; even with her hands restrained she managed to get into
position without any assistance from him. Watching her swing that magnificent ass
as she spread her legs wide and rested on her forearms was exactly the image he’d
been fantasizing about. With her chest on the mattress and her hands above her head
he had a clear view of her beautiful pussy. Primal male triumph made him growl like
an animal when he saw proof of her arousal trickle down a thigh.

Joining her on the bed, Alex watched a sensual shudder move through her body as he
ran his tongue along the path of her fluid

“Baby, you are so wet. My cock is going to enjoy this.”

She whimpered at his words and turned her head so she could look back at him as he
moved into position.

“I like seeing your pretty eyes watching.” And he did. Desire flared as he drowned
in her exquisite lust-filled expression making Alex feel like a fucking god.

She whimpered some more.
Enough was enough,
he thought as he lined up his throbbing cock with her entrance and plunged deep in
one forceful thrust. A hoarse grunt rumbled from his chest.

Grabbing onto her voluptuous hips, he didn’t give her time to adjust to the penetration.
That wasn’t what he promised—rough and hard was what he told her to expect, and that
was exactly what she would get.

Holding firmly enough to leave bruises, Alex thundered into her, over and over. The
pounding went on and on. He felt powerful, intense; demanding her cunt surrender to
his claim on her body. Letting the beast inside off its carefully leashed tether was
mind-blowing. Heat pulsed in his groin as he absorbed the primal energy driving him
on.

Running a hand possessively up her back, Alex pushed her chest down and forced her
knees further apart making her arch onto his cock as he thrust without mercy into
her wet depths. The longer it went on the more primitive he became. Grabbing a fistful
of her hair and yanking her head back, she cried out and fucked him with an energetic
enthusiasm that tested his control.

She was fucking magnificent. Meghan’s cunt clutched and pulsed as he moaned with satisfaction.
“My baby likes it rough and hard.” Her response was to come with such intensity that
her muscles seized his sex and held on like a vise. Alex gloried in the rush of heated
cream that bathed his cock.

“Fuck,” he roared, still pounding relentlessly, churning her fluid response into a
sexy sound that made him shiver. The primal pleasure intensified as sweat poured off
him. Grunting forcefully with each thrust, she whimpered softly in answer. He loved
the sounds she made.

Keeping his grip on her hair, he never lost his rhythm, sinking deep over and over
as he reached around to vigorously tweak her swollen clit. Her pussy knew its master
as she shook with renewed arousal. Needing to hear her pleasure, he demanded in a
rough voice that she tell him what she wanted. Teaching her to talk dirty had been
one of his first triumphs with the woman whose body fit so perfectly to his.

She grunted and moaned. “
Alex
.” She made his name sound like prayer. “Make me come again, baby. Please.
Please
….” she cried. Watching her gorgeous ass undulate as he thundered into her was nothing
short of phenomenal.

Come again? With pleasure
, he thought. Rolling her clit one final time, he swung his hand back and smacked
her ass with a resounding thud. She writhed and gasped. He did it again.

“Move that ass Meghan. Take me deep, baby.” He smacked her again and again until she
cried out. Her legs were trembling as she feverishly impaled herself on his insatiable
cock.

A bead of sweat made its way down his neck and along his spine as her sheath tightened
and then tightened some more. Before long she was gasping his name. With one last
lusty smack on her ass he plunged deep and held still as his swollen cock nudged her
cervix. She screamed and shook all over as another orgasm exploded inside her.

“Yes,” he cried triumphantly. “Come for me my beautiful fuck goddess. Come all over
my cock.” She did. And it was a beautiful sight to behold.

Leaving control behind, Alex thundered home in a blistering assault of relentless
thrusts until his orgasm finally detonated. He pumped into her willing body, as his
balls emptied and his cock jerked.

His beautiful Meghan in her black stocking and heels with her hands bound and her
ass in the air, cried softly when his completion hit, thanking him over and over.

“Oh God Alex. I love it when you come inside me.” And that was exactly what he wanted
to hear.

“Only for you, baby. Only for you,” he groaned.

There were sounds that triggered things inside Alex. Sounds and sensations, which
unleashed a torrent of dark memories, threatening to steal his sanity. Simple sounds
like Velcro ripping open could get his nerves on edge. And then there were the other
sounds, like the hollow thud of a gun butt hitting flesh or the popping noise from
a bullet tearing into a body. Sometimes he didn’t know how he lived with that shit
in his head.

When the opera of war took center stage in his dreams, it was his own personal hell
that had no end. A memory and a nightmare intersected in those night terrors - percussion
waves and the heated air from an explosion choked off the oxygen until it suffocated
as the force of the blast turned your body into a missile, throwing you like a ragdoll
against an immoveable object, where you crumbled to the ground and debris covered
everyone and everything. Consciousness faded and black oblivion takes over.

And then the pain and the fear took hold when the darkness began to recede. In the
end you didn’t know which was worse. The physical and mental reaction to the explosion
or the never-ending aftermath. In his nightmare, a jumble of voices and ominous sounds
ring in his head. Snippets from just before the flashing boom, then the eerie muted
silence, followed long agonizing moments later by shouts, screams, and curses. And
then the precise staccato of military speak. Directives, responses, orders flying,
more shouting, then doctors, nurses, medics. Short, detached, exact.

It was those auditory cues; the frayed threads of a life torn to shreds, that were
bouncing around in his brain when Alex’s eyes shot open. Going from nightmare to wakefulness
in a nanosecond, he was barely aware of the present as the past clung to him like
a cold, wet blanket.

Every molecule and atom in his body was either on fire or pulsing in pain. Even though
he knew he was at home in Arizona, his senses were clogged with the taste and smells
from a time long ago that turned his stomach and made his breathing labored and harsh.
Fuck
.

He didn’t remember sitting up or getting out of bed. Couldn’t recall how he dressed
himself or anything else he did before finding himself in the tech room. Lights were
flickering around him, technology humming, but he heard and felt nothing. Nothing
at all until he flipped on his computer and hit the log in keys. And just like that
a different sort of bomb went off in his head.

The first thing that flashed on the screen was the date in bold letters and a list
of names, some with jpeg thumbnails. They were all there in black and white. A maudlin
butcher’s list of the dead sent from the past to haunt him in the present.

Something tore open inside him the minute that fucking list of names appeared to remind
him what today was. Anger, hurt, and loss detonated in Alex’s core, mimicking the
explosion. After weeks of calm, and maybe even happiness, the harsh brutal reminder
ripped a hole so big in his psyche, he fell completely into it.

Bellowing like a wounded animal, he roared until the veins popped on his neck, grabbing
a hold of the laptop and sending it crashing to the floor. Hurling his desk chair
next, it slammed into the wall followed in short order by any object in his vicinity
that wasn’t nailed down.

A fury enveloped him. It was one thing to mark this day year after year—that he was
used to—but this time the loss was deeper, more profound, because it included something
different. Someone new. Life had been the cruelest bitch of all by letting him have
a taste of happiness and then mocking him with the cold, hard reminder of who he was,
what he’d done, where he’d been.