Desert Angel (Family Justice Book 2) (4 page)

Seriously,
she thought.
What in the hell is wrong with me?

They’d pretty much sucked, licked, and fingered their way from the family room where he’d found her when he came home, across the wide, open foyer, and up the majestic staircase. There was something especially salacious about the near savage way he’d taken her on the steps with her knees spread wide and ass up in the air as he pounded into her from behind. She thrilled to the sound of his primitive grunts bouncing off the old whitewashed walls. Meghan was sure she’d never walk up those steps again without remembering.

Next came a ritual that made her feel so . . . cherished. The one where her demanding and controlling Major gently washed her body from top to bottom. It was all so solemn and reverent—the way he cared for her as he lavished attention on every inch of her body, swiping a damp cloth in sensuous arcs across her skin and murmuring words of love and praise for how well she pleased him.

When he was finished, she was so turned on and aching that it was a wonder they made it to the bed. But they had and he’d given her a sort of carnal high with his exuberant lustiness. And now, when she was pretty much incoherent and exhausted, he wanted her to talk? And make sense? He was joking,
surely.

And then her conscience made an appearance. There
was
one thing she better tell him. Rolling off her fiancé’s muscular torso, she slid down his side and lay against him, held in place by his arm.

In that deep, sexy teasing voice, Alex muttered, “You’re quite beautiful after I’ve had my wicked way with you.” It was all kinds of alpha sexy when he used his other hand to brush some sweaty tendrils of hair off her face. The things this man did to her . . . Meghan shivered on a choppy sigh.

“Okay,” Alex grumbled. “Tell me what’s happening inside your head. I need you to let me in.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I’m sorry. Please don’t think I’m
trying
to keep anything from you. It’s not like that.”

She fidgeted a moment and hung her head then sucked in a deep breath and met his gaze.

“You know how we talked about trying right away for a baby? After the wedding and all.”

She felt him tense. His voice was hushed and heavy with emotion when he asked, “Have you changed your mind, Meghan? Is that what this is all about?”

Shimmying closer, she flung a leg over one of his thighs and pressed against him.

“Well, kinda . . .” she muttered.

He sounded heartbroken when he murmured, “Can you tell me why? Do you not want my children?”

Oh, my god.
What? What had she said to make him think that?

“Oh god no, Alex! That’s not what I meant at all! No, no, no, no.” She grabbed his face in her hands. “I can’t wait to be pregnant. It’s all I think about most of the time.”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Well, that and the wedding.”

“So, I don’t understand. You’ve
kinda
changed your mind? What the actual fuck does that mean?”

She could feel the tension radiating off him. Meghan swallowed the lump of dread forming in her throat. All she could do at this point was hope he didn’t freak out.

“Um, well . . . you see—I didn’t begin a new pill pack after my last cycle.”

She waited and held her breath while the ramifications of her confession sank in. A long, silent pause ensued and then, without warning, he flipped her onto her back and lodged his beefy body between her legs.

“Are you saying we’re making babies now?”

“I don’t know if it works like that,” she hurriedly told him. “I mean, it’s only been a couple of days. I suppose, if you wanted, I could start again and just go forward like I missed a couple of pills. Take some precautions. Stuff like that.”

“Absolutely not!” he barked.

“Then, you’re okay with this?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Alex laughed. “You just made me a very happy man, Meghan. I dream about seeing you big with my child. When you get pregnant, I’m going to drag you with me everywhere I go so people can see your belly and know it was me who did that. Seriously, babe—you have no idea what having a child with you means to me.”

“Really?” Her voice cracked as a wave of love for the big man pinning her to the bed washed through her.

“Yes, really. And no, I’m not mad. I just wish you’d told me what was going on in your head, but it’s not like we hadn’t already decided we wanted kids right away. Shit, honey. Next to saying vows together, making a baby with you is nothing short of sacred. I mean—we’ve been making love for hours. I need to know that there’s even the remotest of possibilities that I’d be planting my seed inside you.”

Fuck.
Could he be any more perfect? Sacred baby-making? Plant his seed? Did it get any better than this?

Pulling up her knees, she wrapped her long legs about his hips and tightened. She had to give him credit—he didn’t even hesitate. With one achingly slow thrust and grind, he plunged inside her and joined them in the most basic of ways.

Wrapped around each other, they shuddered and moaned in unison. It was always like this. Each time she welcomed him into her body, the physical and emotional communion consumed them.

Shoving his hands beneath her ass, he rocked shallowly and ground their bodies together. A fullness that made her toes curl had Meghan whimpering as currents of exquisite pleasure raced through her body.

“This is how we ride, my wild Irish beauty. Feel me inside you? When you come and your pussy squeezes the shit out of my cock, I’m going to fuck it deeper.”

Oh. My. God. Maybe this making babies thing was the sexiest thing.
Like ever.

Kissing her wildly, Alex built a steady rhythm that got her clit throbbing and her sex aching with need. She was so wet, so turned on, that with each forward thrust, her juicy pussy made sounds that caused them both to moan and grunt. The way he moved her ass with his strong hands so each stroke sent her closer and closer to the edge was pure Alex. He knew what angle of penetration would have her melting down and used it to his ruthless advantage.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Let me feel you come.”

Meghan undulated and clutched at his hard heated cock with muscles made tense from exquisite arousal. One of his hands slipped between their bodies as his fingers sought her swollen clitoris. Rolling the tiny pearl between his fingers, Alex slammed into her over and over. The pleasure he gave was indescribable and the orgasm that thundered into her pelvis made her cry out with wonder. As her body contracted over and over, she could feel every inch of him buried deep inside her.

“I love when you get off,” he moaned. “That rush of wet heat drenching my cock.
Oh, baby.
I want to fuck you like this all night long, but I have to come now. Your pussy . . . it’s too much. Too much.”

His words enflamed Meghan. Grabbing onto his flexing buttocks, she urged him on, rising up to meet him on each fierce downward thrust.

Grunting, he told her in a demanding growl, “Fuck me, baby. Harder. Harder!” And she did. Until her body shook and quaked from the ferocity of his lovemaking. He wasn’t kidding about planting his seed as deep and completely as he could.

Crying out, she stared at him in wonder when he bellowed loudly, and with his cock buried balls deep, she held perfectly still while he emptied into her. She felt every throb. Each pulse as his flesh jerked and surged. Seeing him, his neck arched and mouth open on a rumbling primal groan, sent her flying.

They stayed joined for a very long time. Alex kissed her face, her neck, and nibbled on her ear while she stroked his back and gently ran her fingers across the ridges of scarring on his hip and upper thigh.

“Alex,” she murmured. “I’ve been thinking . . .”

She heard his short sigh and smiled.

“You think too damn much, lady,” he grumbled. “What else could possibly be on your mind now that we’re in baby-making mode? I mean, shit, babe. Isn’t that and the wedding enough?”

It wasn’t all that hard to keep her Major on his toes. She was one lucky gal. Even the slightest suggestion that something was on her mind had him prepared to move mountains to make her happy.

“Oh, hush,” she giggled playfully. “Why is it always the man-growl with you? Huh? If you’d just let me finish before going all He-Man on me, then maybe you’d be surprised at what I have to say instead of dreading whatever you think is coming next.”

His deep chuckle curled around her nerve endings. “Are you trying to school me, woman?”

“Well, somebody has to keep that enormous alpha ego of yours in check.”

Rolling them to the side, he pulled her leg high on his injured thigh and rocked against her, keeping them intimately connected.

“This oughta be rich,” he drawled as he lightly smacked her ass before caressing the curves he never failed to worship.

He had no idea,
she thought.

“With Angie about to arrive that pretty much sticks a fork in our privacy, wouldn’t you say?”

His grunt was so damn cute. Alex liked being able to have her on every surface and against every wall and piece of furniture. Not just in the hacienda, but in every nook and corner of the Justice compound.

“You liked wagging your pretty bottom in my face on the steps, didn’t you?”

“Shut up,” she gurgled, as a burst of laughter broke free.

He snickered as he
tsked.
“What did I tell you about that? Every
shut up
from your naughty mouth gets you five spanks. Are you
trying
to wind me up? If you are, just say so and over my knee you go.”

“Hmmm. What number are we up to in this spanking scenario?” Meghan felt the skin on her ass prickle at the thought of what he did to her when his big hand went to town on her naked flesh.

“That last infraction brings the current total to twenty-one.” He drew back and landed a hearty whack on her butt that made her sex clutch his embedded cock. “Now, it’s twenty but I’m making a change. Here on out, I prefer two smacks—one for each beautiful cheek—to deduct a single point.” She groaned at his devious scoring tactic. “That way it’ll keep you honest”

Squirming wickedly against him, she made a pout with her lips and growled, “Shut. The fuck. Up.”

“Twenty-five it is, my lady, but I don’t think a good spanking was what you had on your mind so spit it out before you earn yourself a blistered ass.”

Meghan placed soft, unhurried, open mouth kisses on Alex’s sexy chest. “Before your sister gets here, there’s something I want to do.”

“Mmm hmmm,” he moaned. “Whatever you want, baby. Just tell me . . .”

She nodded and smiled. All she had to do was ask and he’d be all over her in a Boston second.

“I want you to strip me naked, downstairs. And blindfold me.”

He pulled back and looked at her. “I like where this is going so far.”

“Shut up,” she giggled.

“Thirty. Naked and blindfolded. Then what?”

“Then, Mr. Thunder Cock, sir, after that, it’s alpha choice. You can tie me up, tie me down—whatever speaks to the moment. Surprise me.”

“Hands behind your back?” he asked silkily.

Meghan shuddered slightly. He had a need to push this particular limit of hers. Although frightened by the loss of control, she trusted him enough to give in to this command and control fantasy. She was, in fact, starting to crave the experience of placing herself totally in his hands.

That was what this request was all about. An absolute expression of his domination over her. She’d be sightless from the blindfold. Totally naked. Helpless if he bound her hands behind her. His to do with as he pleased—in every sense of the words.

“Yes,” she answered softly.

Alex’s sharp inhale let her know how deeply her acquiescence to his desires affected him. Her calm consent spoke volumes to the depth of her commitment to him.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmured before kissing her passionately. There really wasn’t anything else to say. She knew he’d come up with a sexy scene worthy of the trust she was showing him.

“Come on, fuck goddess,” he drawled, pulling out of her body and scooping her into his arms. “There’s a tub waiting to be filled with hot water and a shit ton of those bubbles you like so much.”

“I can walk,” she told him in a rush as worry about her weight putting a strain on his old injuries made her pause.

“Yes, but when I carry you it says something you need to hear. You are mine, Meghan. Completely.”

Well, alrighty then.
Looks like it was bath time in the Marquez household.

T
HE DRIVE FROM THE AIRPORT
to the Villa was a ride Angie knew quite well, and thankfully, it was long enough for her to take a stab at getting her emotions under some sort of control. It had been more than two years since she’d felt the Arizona sun on her face. Two long years since she’d come home to the States.

Stretching her legs out straight in front of her, she enjoyed the roominess of the luxurious limo that she learned from Meghan had been an impulse acquisition. Knowing her older brother the way she did and after having gotten to know her future sister-in-law pretty well over these past few months, Angie didn’t have any trouble whatsoever conjuring up all sorts of naughty scenarios possible in the limo’s private interior.