Always (Family Justice Book 1) (46 page)

A wild, intense pulsing broke out in her pelvis. Meghan whimpered softly and tried to calm her response.

He had the most wicked tongue and knew just how to eat her until she was dripping, out of control, and begging for release. Her hips started to writhe; she needed to come. He never let up, licking her damp flesh, sucking on her clit, flicking it mercilessly with his tongue. When he groaned and slid it into her opening, her muscles clenched.

But she didn’t want to get off without him. Meghan needed to feel like she belonged to Alex, totally, and that included her orgasms. When she came, it would only be with him buried deep inside her where he could claim her in the most basic way imaginable.

That desire gave her what she needed to calm, float blissfully on the edge of ecstasy as he devoured her pussy. It was magnificent, too. Every nerve ending in her body was poised for a massive climax. The longer she hung there, suspended in a cocoon of indescribable pleasure, the more powerful the desire and pleasure became.

He stopped licking and slid a beefy finger inside her. “You’re a very good girl tonight, my love,” he praised. She heard the love and satisfaction in his voice. He knew at what cost her compliance came. A shudder of hedonistic delight ripped through her.

With a silky whisper, he asked her, “Do you want to come, baby?” as he leisurely slid that one finger in and oh-so-slowly out, then in quickly with a delicious swirl before pressing his fingertip to the heated walls of her pussy as he drew it out again.

Meghan’s eyes were half-open. She was staring at the stars overhead although she didn’t exactly see them. Hanging ecstatically between shattering into a million pieces and continuing to be still and compliant as he built her pleasure, she knew there was only one answer she could give.

“Not without you.”

Her answer must have pleased him because she heard his hiss on a deep inhale. His finger left her overly stimulated flesh a second before he fastened his mouth onto her exposed pussy. Licking, sucking, nibbling like a beggar at a sumptuous feast, he sent her into sensual overdrive. She let out a long, tortured groan as her flesh quivered.

In the next instant, she felt him shift position and move into the space between her wide open legs. The fat head of his impressive cock pressed against her opening. She whimpered knowing what would come next. He didn’t disappoint.

With a mighty lunge, he slammed into her. Hard. So hard, she cried out.

“Again?” he asked.

She wrapped her legs around his torso and rolled her hips lodging him deeper. They both groaned.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he growled.

Pulling back, she felt his mighty staff slide along the wet walls of her pussy. Leaving just the throbbing tip of his cock inside her, she started getting fuzzy when he teased her opening with an unexpected rocking motion.
Oh God.

He slammed deep again, stretching her to accommodate his girth. When he was fully seated, the devil ground his hips several times in a pulsing circular motion that made stars appear in her head.

He was breathing heavily. They both were.

“More?” he taunted.

He was looming over her, his hands planted on the tile, as he flexed his hips and buried his cock inside her.

She couldn’t talk, so she just groaned. And writhed. Canting her hips to make his thrusts easier.

“Meghan,” he growled. “Look at me.”

Opening her eyes was difficult. She didn’t feel in control of her body at all. Every sensation was radiating from her core.

She stared up at him.

“Savage fuck,” he murmured, his eyes glittering with primal satisfaction. She was his to do with as he pleased. “Hang on, baby. You’re going to feel this.”

And then all hell broke loose. Alex pounded into her with a ferocity that stole her breath. He was so strong and powerful, pinning her body underneath his as he literally hammered her with his mighty cock. She grabbed onto his forearms to help her stay in place because he was thrusting so hard, she was in danger of having her backside scrape across the concrete as he moved her with each hearty stroke.

He slammed into her over and over, grunting like an animal. At the end of a particularly devastating thrust, he held still, his cock pulsing wildly inside her. That was all she could take. Undulating uncontrollably, Meghan’s pussy contracted violently and started convulsing.

“Alex,” she cried. Her back arched as muscles she didn’t know she had spasmed.

“I’m right here, honey,” he assured her, then the world tilted on its axis, and she lost all control. Stroking deeply, he fed the ravenous climax ripping her apart.

Time slowed. She screamed, “Love me, Alex,” as a colossal orgasm took her under.

She felt him swell inside her. Knew he was watching as the ecstasy he’d delivered overtook her. When the moment was right, he bellowed loudly and came apart on top of her.

Knowing he was bathing her insides with his essence, Meghan cried out again and squeezed with all her might, claiming every drop. It had been savage and blunt fucking at its best.

They were both spent when he collapsed on her. She let her legs slide down his thighs and lay there on the hard tile with Alex’s face pressed to her tits, his breathing ragged and harsh.

When he could move at last, he pulled out of her sated body and did something unexpected that he’d never done before. Murmuring, “I have to see,” he used his hands to part her legs and moved back enough that he had a clear view of her opening. She shuddered. Such a primitive reaction—wanting to see her swollen pussy after he’d so brutally fucked her. Watching as his come dribbled out of her body. It felt so…wanton and yet so perfectly natural.

It was a long time after that until she could actually move. He grabbed a couple of towels from the cabana and wrapped her up in one using the other to tie around his hips.

“Can you walk,” he asked. She in no way missed the primal triumph she detected in his voice.

Honestly? She wasn’t fucking sure. She was definitely sore, no doubt about that. There had been nothing gentle about what he’d just done to her. Meghan tried but miserably failed to hide the satisfied smirk on her face.

Nailing him with a coquettish pout, she pressed against him and played with a bit of chest hair. “If I say
yes, I can walk
, does that mean there will be a repeat performance once we get to the bedroom?”

Alex barked with laughter. Swatting her towel-covered ass, he pushed her along in front of him saying, “Roll those wicked hips woman and I guaran-fucking-tee when we get upstairs, my cock would love to pound that greedy pussy some more until walking is strictly optional.”

“Aw, you sweet talker, you.”

He grinned at her. She loved that look. Her sexy-as-fuck Major, with his longish, unkempt hair, several days’ beard, and a dazzling smile that made her knees knock together. Lord, but she was lucky.

As they approached the bottom of the wide staircase, he said, “Go ahead,” gesturing with a nod that she should walk in front of him.
Such a gentleman.

When he palmed her bare ass as she slid by, she almost stumbled. Righting herself, she looked into his face and saw him leering at her in a way that was not gentlemanly at all.

“Up you go,” he ordered.

Oooooh, that man!
she giggled in her head. He was going to stand there and watch her naked ass under the snug towel as she climbed the stairs. He wanted some naughty hip rolling? Wasn’t that what he said?
Well
, she snorted,
let’s see what he thinks about this.
And with that, she gave him the performance of a lifetime. Stopping near the top, with one foot already on the next step—she shot him her best bratty goddess look and drawled, “Coming?”

With one quick flick of his fingers, the towel barely covering his manly parts dropped to the floor. Meghan swallowed hard. Oh. My God. The man was a masterpiece. All big and brawny, looking like he’d been chiseled from stone. And there, the thing she couldn’t avoid, his manhood jutting long and thick from his body.

As he climbed the stairs, she watched, spellbound. The way he moved, his muscular perfection. Those damn thighs. And his gorgeous cock which was pointing straight at her, like a moth to the flame, an arrow on target.

“Coming?” he rumbled. “Oh, baby, I think so.”

IT WAS AN HOUR PAST dinnertime when Drae finally dragged himself home. He was ready to fucking kill Cam for tying up the entire day. It hadn’t taken the mental powers of a rocket scientist to figure out some sort of fuckery was going down. The so-called equipment that needed to be personally delivered to the trucking office was a ruse and a pretty shitty one, if you asked him.

Knowing he wouldn’t get a straight answer from Cam even if he asked what was going on, he took a backseat and just let the comedy routine unfold the way it was meant to. For some unknown reason, he and his Justice Brother were off on a wild goose chase that seemed to be all about keeping them occupied and away from the Villa.

Whatever.
It’d all become clear at some point, but right this second, all Drae had on his mind was finding his wife and relaxing.

He discovered Stephanie, along with Calder, puttering around the kitchen. He’d kept his approach silent and took in as much detail as he could before they put their game faces on once they realized they weren’t alone.

His mother-in-law was smiling at the big man who was so like Alex. She seemed loosened up and almost carefree—not traits he’d ever associated with her before. Apparently, being around Calder wasn’t that much of a bother.

Alex’s uncle, on the other hand, looked like he was carefully navigating a perilous minefield. Or a job interview with a thousand loopholes. He also seemed sort of lighthearted but with a distinct overlay of caution. Unless he was mistaken, the dot com genius had found a way past the Southern belle’s defenses. And he was smart enough to be proceeding with an abundance of caution. Good for him. These Bennett women were a fucking handful, but once you managed to pin one down, well…for Drae at least, he’d never been happier or more content.

Stephanie saw his approach and smiled broadly. “Ah, son. I’m glad you’re back, but you missed dinner. Want me to make you a plate and heat it up? Ria’s lasagna.”

He felt a sense of belonging that was new to him each time she called him that.
Son.
The word held a shit ton of meaning in his world.

“Nah, I’m good,” he said while patting his stomach. “Nothing like a bag of fast food burgers and a trough of soda to fill a man up,” he joked.

Calder snickered and reached out to shake the hand Drae offered saying, “Oh God, fuck this local franchise shit. Unless it’s from In-N-Out, I’ll pass.”

Drae chuckled and nodded in agreement. In-N-Out was, in fact, the only decent burger not made at home. “Can’t agree more but in this case we drove thru the golden arches and pretended.”

Glancing around, he saw no signs of his wife so he asked. “Where’s Victoria? Everything okay?”

A slight change in the atmosphere happened and Stephanie came forward, putting her hand through his arm, leading him to the sofa in the great room.

“Oh shit,” he muttered with apprehension snaking along his spine. “What’s wrong?”

He was surprised and let it show when Calder dropped onto the sofa beside Stephanie and placed his arm protectively near her, along the back of the furniture.

“Everything’s fine,” Stephanie assured him. When she reached for his hand and squeezed, Drae didn’t let go. Something clearly wasn’t right, and for the first time in his life, he knew what it felt like to need the calming influence of a mother.

He looked at his mother-in-law with a dubious expression. Calder added, “Really, dude. She’s fine.”

Okay then. Maybe he could still breathe.

“She’s taking a shower so you can stand down,” the other man added.

Frowning at Stephanie, he asked, “What’s going on?”

“Okay. So here it is,” she told him quietly. “Earlier, Tori had an episode…”

“A what?” he yelled, cutting off the rest of what she meant to say and lurching to his feet. An episode? What the fuck did that mean and why did it sound like it was in no way a good thing?

Stephanie tugged on his arm until he gave in and sat back down. “Please stay calm, Draegyn. I need you to keep it together. Tori does too, okay?”

His jaw clenched and his teeth started to grind. Keep it together? Was that even an option? Victoria was his Achilles’ heel. He simply could not function rationally if anything was wrong with her. He turned eyes filled with a thousand questions on the two people studying his every reaction.

“She lost all her color and got lightheaded,” she told him with those brief, concise words. Drae felt his own color draining out of his face when Stephanie quickly added, “It was over in seconds, and she recovered pretty quickly, but it spooked her.”

“Do I need to call our doctor? You do realize the fucking hospital is a forty minute ride from here, right?”

Holy fuck. Lightheaded? Lost color? What did that even mean? Was shit like that normal? And what about the baby?

“The baby?” he asked.