Always (Family Justice Book 1) (45 page)

His dick felt like a heavy marble slab, bobbing in the swirling water, throbbing like a motherfucker and occasionally breaking the surface. Seriously, it felt glorious. Shit. They should drink wine and do this more often.

She was studying him and after catching sight of his swimming dick, kept her eyes focused on the water. That look she got when hunger for his body took over appeared on her face.

The longer he let her stand there, in the silence without him touching her in any way, the more aroused she’d become. Didn’t take long for the trembling to make way for quiet whimpers and the occasional shimmy.

Studying her sexy mound, Alex slowly moved a hand to her exposed pussy, using a two finger scooping motion in a caress that went from back to the front. She hissed sharply, her flesh jumping at the sensuous contact.

“Ah,” he murmured deeply. “My naughty fuck goddess is very, very wet.”

With his other hand, he spread apart the lips of her sex, totally exposing the fat little nub pulsing with desire. Concentrating on that small area, he kept her open so he could tantalize her clit with slow, soft, circular touches that almost buckled her legs.

“Alex,” she groaned, her legs shaking like mad.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he growled. Leaning in to quickly kiss her vulnerable clit, he then sat back and sought her eyes—grabbing hold with a fierce gaze that spoke of his unleashed desires.

Without any warning, he thrust his thick middle finger into her dripping passage. She cried out and shook. His cock reacted violently, throbbing at full staff, the fat head sitting above the bubbling water.

Angling forward from the waist, frantically clutching her fingers together to keep her hands in place, Meghan watched his cock react and softly moaned.

“Up, woman. Stand up,” he demanded in a voice heavy with lust. “Spread your legs further. Eyes on mine while I finger your pussy.
Oh
, and no coming.”

Alex immediately slid a second finger into Meghan’s lush body the minute she straightened. Grabbing a perfect handful of her bodacious ass, he sat back, relaxed, and used the other hand to slowly stroke her intimate flesh.

There was nothing that wasn’t goddamned perfect just then. Meghan’s sexy-as-fuck body within easy reach, his fingers buried in her hot wetness, her eyes begging him for relief, the soft whimpers she couldn’t hold back. The feel of the water swirling furiously around his engorged cock. He’d wanted her to forget about everything else except the two of them. The way her body responded told him it was working.

He took enormous satisfaction from the way she struggled as he pleasured her body. Knowing she was close to the edge by the way she was shaking and moaning, Alex got off on Meghan’s response.

“Put one of your nipples in my mouth. No hands,” he demanded roughly.

Going back and forth, he led her through a series of grunted commands as he indulged in the luscious pleasure of her magnificent breasts. Before long she was panting, her legs locked and trembling.

His fingers plunged deep, over and over. She was so wet they slid easily. Sucking wildly on her tits, he filled his entire mouth with the delicious globes and grunted his pleasure. He could feel her pussy begin to tighten. She was going to come. Finally, she groaned, “Unf, no,” and lurched away from his mouth.

“No more, Alex,” she whined. “I can’t. It’s too much.”

He carefully withdrew his fingers from her heated center and slowly lifted them to his mouth where he made quite a demonstration of licking her juices off his skin. Grabbing his cock, he stroked it slowly while her eyes devoured the sight.

OH, MY GOD, HE WAS killing her. How much devastating pleasure and thundering desire could one person handle? When he’d suggested they enjoy a bit of hot tub playtime, Meghan figured they’d get naked, fool around a bit—maybe end up making love in the swirling water. She hadn’t been prepared for this demonstration of erotic control he was exercising.

The fact that he was being so cool about it—unhurried, deliberate—just made it worse. When he’d made her put her hands behind her back and stand straddling his thighs, she almost came just from the anticipation of what he planned to do.

But he’d made a specific demand that she not climax. Only thing was, his clever, talented fingers pleasuring her pussy were destroying her resolve to be good. And he knew it, the devil.

She also knew he was deliberately trying to distract her from the anxiety that had been eating away at her all day. Of course, he knew. How could he not? They were joined in some weird cosmic way, and if there was one thing Alexander Marquez could not and would not abide, it was anything that made her unhappy, upset, afraid, or unsure.

But with most of one swollen breast stuffed in his mouth and the wicked way he was fingering her, she was fighting a losing battle. Her insides began to tense and tighten. Shit. She was going to come.

Struggling to disengage before her body took control, Meghan swayed, then staggered backward grunting, “
Unf
, no. No more, Alex,” she cried. “I can’t. It’s too much.”

When his fingers slowly withdrew, she regretted the loss immediately. Searching for words, she stared, transfixed, as Alex slid those same fingers into his mouth, growling and making quite a show of cleaning her wetness off, as she started to unravel. It didn’t help one little bit that he doubled down and started languidly stroking his dick. The bubbles churning about her knees, his hand moving up and down, the hot, openly lustful expression on his face, his tongue licking those damn fingers.
Fuck.
It really was too much.

He sat back again, his arms outstretched, and let his gaze slowly drift over her. She was a fucking mess. Shaking, breathing way too fast, emotions spiraling out of control. What was he up to?

“Too much?” he taunted with a devastatingly sexy smirk. “I highly doubt that,” he added with a meaningful sounding drawl. “Too much for the woman who planned an elaborate celebration for her new family? Too much for the woman who worries twenty-four seven about her pregnant sister? Too much for the woman who finds time in every day to drool over a baby, run a dog around, and manage a housekeeper and a cook? Too much for the co-conspirator hiding a surprise from everyone around her? Too much for the woman who single-handedly manages all this craziness? Baby.
Come on
.”

A shiver overtook her. Dipping into the heated water until it swirled around her chin, she thought about what he was trying to show her. She might be the teacher, but Alex had a way of explaining things in real world terms that she found powerful. And usually—dead on.

“Meghan,” he said. She turned and looked at him. “Being my wife doesn’t mean you have to try and be somebody that you’re not. This isn’t the nineteen hundreds. You aren’t marrying to become a social consort, a hostess, a party planner. Fuck all that crap, darling. If it’s too much, I don’t want you doing it.”

She squatted there, half submerged, and pouted. It wasn’t too much. She was over-reacting. But when taken all together, she really was up to her eyeballs in drama and way too much activity.

Moving swiftly, she lunged upright, water pouring down her body, and moved to sit on Alex’s lap. He had to rearrange on the seat of the tub to accommodate her ass as it plunked onto his legs. Slumping, her shoulders hunched, she sat there a minute and chewed on her lip.

“Okay, what the fuck?” he grumbled after a minute. “What’s wrong? Tell me, honey, before I burn this entire fucking place to the ground—‘cause I will, I swear it, if anything about our life here is making you so unsure.”

Tell him
, her mind screamed.
Tell him about earlier when you almost lost it.

She glanced at him through lowered lashes. God. He was magnificent. And right now he was scowling for all he was worth, a dangerous fire burning in his expression. He really would annihilate anything or anyone that fucked with her in any way. The thought brought instant relief—like letting go of the mouthpiece on a balloon and letting some of the air out so the thin sheath didn’t explode.

“I needed you before,” she muttered.

“Why?” he demanded. “What happened? Did somebody upset you?” Meghan was pretty sure she heard metaphorical bullets being loaded into a gun chamber.

“No, nothing happened. Not really,” she quickly assured him before he went off half cocked.

“What does
not really
mean?”

She sighed which only made her shoulders slump even more. She felt like a kid sitting there, dejected and definitely unsure. An over-developed kid, if the way her boobs floated in the water were an indicator.

“Well, you see…” she began tentatively. “It wasn’t like any one thing happened. Just all of a sudden, everything was too much. Tori. The baby. The boys getting a can of whup-ass opened on them. Calder and Stephanie. The wedding. Carmen, Betty and Ria. Just too much…” Her voice trailed off to a whisper. “I got scared.” The admission cut her like a knife.

“Oh baby,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer until she was laying on his chest. “It doesn’t mean you’re weak when you admit that, you know.”

“But,” she began hastily—a defense of her ball-busting persona on the tip of her tongue.

“No. There is no but. You’d be a fool if all that crap didn’t get to you at some point. Do you think there weren’t a thousand times during the war when fighting off the panic wasn’t the first thing that popped into my mind when I woke up?”

“That’s different,” she whined. “There were bullets flying. This is silly stuff.”

Alex chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Sweetheart—there’s nothing silly about this crazy-ass family we’ve got going on. We all have roles to play—it’s the way life is and I guess sometimes I lose sight of what it means—for you—because I’m the one who everyone looks up to. But I don’t like hearing that you needed me and I wasn’t there.”

She shrugged in his arms. “I didn’t need you to do anything, Alex. It wasn’t like that. I never felt like I didn’t have control of myself, but all of a sudden, I just …needed you. You. Not because I needed a rescue.”

She tilted her head up and looked at the man she loved. “I just needed you to look at me like you are now.”

“How am I looking at you, love?” he asked softly.

“Like I belong to you.”

It was a simple statement. So much truth in so few words. Meghan slid a hand into his hair, pressing against his head. When he lowered his mouth to hers, she opened immediately as he went deep.

She felt better. Letting him into her thoughts and emotions was powerful stuff. One thing she’d learned from the time they’d been apart was that sharing it all, the messy and chaotic along with the love, was the only way to build a lasting relationship.

They kissed. And kissed some more. He was good at claiming her mouth. Before long, her hunger had returned and she started squirming on his lap.

“Didn’t someone promise me a savage fuck that‘ll remind me all day tomorrow what we did tonight?”

Meghan put just enough naughty challenge in her voice to get a laugh from her eager lover.

“You’re a demanding little thing, aren’t you?” he teased. “Savage fuck? I can probably deliver a memorable pounding—if you’re a good girl.”

Oh shit. Good girl? Hm
mmm
. That particular dare usually meant he planned to assert his absolute dominance over her in some devastating way. Her pussy contracted with a mixture fear and lust. More orgasm denial? Probably. He took quite a bit of satisfaction from teaching her to have some fucking patience—something she struggled with. Once the hunger took over, she just powered into fuck-fuck-fuck mode.

“I’m hungry,” he whispered. “And I want to eat you.”

A blast of heat and a throbbing ache shot into her core.

“Up on deck, lover. On your back. Legs spread wide. You know what I want…”

Oh hell yeah, she knew what he wanted. Meghan shimmied and slid up Alex’s hard body, rubbing her tits on his hair-covered chest as she clamored from the water. The tile and stone deck was warm from the heated tub—she snatched a plush towel laying nearby and tossed it down. Moving into position, she lay back, the towel under her head and shoulders, her ass hanging on the edge of the tub, knees bent and open. Full access
. As commanded
.

He didn’t waste a second, parting the outer lips of her sex as water continued to sluice down her body. He gently touched her swollen clit, making her jump at the contact.

“Lie still, baby,” he demanded harshly. She could hear the impassioned lust he was exercising such complete control over.

Meghan sucked in a deep breath, and then another, and willed her body to remain still.

“That’s my girl,” he drawled. Touching her hardened nub again with just the tip of his finger got her clutching her hands into tight fists. “You have the most beautiful pussy, love,” he told her on a deep growling rumble.

She felt his hot breath on her exposed flesh a split second before he licked her with the broad, flat width of his tongue.

All she could do was groan. “Ahhhhhh…””

“So sweet and tasty.” He had his hands on her thighs, pushing them open wider.