The Lawson Boys: Alex (16 page)

Leaning over
her enabled him to easily see his hand, so darkly tanned, against
the pale flesh of her derriere, and the possessive feeling that
swamped him when he lightly but firmly dug his fingers into the
ample flesh almost had him throwing her back onto the bed to drive
into her.

His other arm
was between them, he could feel it cushioned between her breasts,
and when she shifted the generous globes pressed against the
muscles of his arm.

Her soft mouth
was sucking lightly at his throat, small teeth nipping, hot little
tongue laving, and he felt every suck, nip and lick like little
whip-lashes that flickered through him in hot, fiery strips of
lightening.

Jesus, Harly
seemed to instinctively know what turned him on.

Inhaling deeply
of her scent, he ran his finger around the moist opening to her
body, teasing her, feeling her try to pull away but keeping his
other hand flat against her bottom to hold her in place. She
squirmed against him and he flexed his fingers against her derriere
warningly, while at the same time slipping his finger slowly inside
her.

She stiffened,
arching against him as he slid ever further in, feeling the tight
sheath clamp down on his finger, nearly making him come then and
there to imagine how carnally magical it was going to be when that
tight sheath clamped down on his shaft.

Her breaths
came in hot, rapid pants against his throat, erotic little gusts of
air that tingled against his skin, but he managed to hold on. He
wanted this time to last, to stretch it out, but then Harly did the
unexpected.

One arm slid
away from his neck, her hand trailing down his side to scratch
lightly around his hip, creating delicious shivers to stutter along
his skin, and then she slid her hand between them and without
thought he pulled his hips a little way from her, creating just
enough space for her hand to go between their bodies.

As soon as he
realised his mistake, his lust-induced haze filtered back enough
for him to regain a bit of control, but before he could remove her
hand, her fingers brushed against the head of his shaft, causing
him to groan raggedly, the muscles in his thighs clenching tight as
her seeking fingers played with the tip, moving around and smearing
the droplet that had seeped out of the slit around the head of his
shaft.

“
Jesus!”
He couldn’t stop from pumping once into her hand, the sensation of
her small palm encircling his shaft almost his undoing.

Blood pumped
hot and hard in his ears before thundering through his body with a
voracity that wiped his mind of all thought but Harly and her soft
body and devious little hands.

He had to take
her.
Now
.

He didn’t know
how the hell he managed to have even one clear thought in his head,
but he reached out, fumbling for his wallet where it lay on the
bedside table. One handed he opened it, fingers feeling for the
little foil packet and bringing it to his mouth, he ripped it open
with his teeth, leaning back only enough to roll the condom on.

Then in one
hard, fast move he swung her around and pushed her back onto the
bed, coming up and over her swiftly, grabbing her hands and holding
them on the mattress on each side of her head at the same time he
thrust one hard thigh between her soft ones, shoving them apart and
lowering his hips to hers, his shaft pressed between them.

It was
delicious, sweet, pure, bloody torture.

Her gaze
snagged his and he felt as though he could fall into the startling
pale grey pools of hot desire. Satisfaction poured through him at
the sight of her lush lips moist and swollen from his marauding
mouth, her rounded cheeks flushed with desire, her breaths fast and
hard.

He might have
held her hands down, but it didn’t stop her from lunging upward
suddenly, her mouth seeking his, and he dropped down to meet her,
taking her hot mouth in a deep, drugging kiss that sizzled through
his veins.

Her breasts,
bare and bountiful, pressed against his chest, the pink nipples
hard little buds of desire that seemed to brand his very flesh.

No way in hell
could Alex wait any longer. Without retreating from the hot, sweet
mouth he was plundering mercilessly, he lifted slightly from her,
his hips shifting, his hard shaft sliding down her soft belly and
through the curls that unbearably tickled the highly sensitised
head as he slid lower, the moist heat of her coating the tip, his
manhood sliding between soft woman’s flesh, and then he was there,
the tip of his shaft lodged against the opening to her body, the
entrance to her secrets.

He didn’t
hesitate, driving inward with force, driving unerringly up to the
hilt, feeling her shift and arch beneath him as he stretched her
tight sheath and came to a hard, fast halt high up inside her.

She gasped into
his mouth, a little cry of surprise, and he broke their kiss to
lift his head, sudden concern spiking through his carnal desire at
the thought that he’d been too rough, too hard.

“Harly?” His
voice was harsh with lust.

Her eyes were
wide, but the heat in them was undeniable. “Alex.”

“Are you all
right?” But even as he asked, he couldn’t stop the sudden jerk of
his hips as his ardour refused to be submerged for long. He barely
repressed the deliciously agonised groan that threatened to break
free at the mind-blowing sensation of her sheath clasping his
shaft, and he gripped the reins of control in a mental hold that
was very shaky.

Her answer was
erotically earthy. Harly pressed her head back into the pillow, her
throat arching provocatively and her knees bent, her body taking
him even deeper inside, her hips straining upward.

Instinctively
he moved, rewarded by her gasp of unbridled prurience, and it was
all he needed. Pulling back, he thrust in hard again, pumping, his
shaft swollen and dragging through the tight clasp of her heated
sheath.

Fire pounded
through his veins, his concern swept away on a tide of pure
rapacity, his carnal appetite for her overwhelming him.

Jesus, he
wanted her, needed her so badly, her soft body beneath him, the
surrender of her inhibitions as she arched into him, her little
cries of ecstasy music to his ears.

As his hips
pumped, he entwined their fingers, squeezing them together, her
palms against his calloused ones, and pushing himself up, he looked
down at her, her full breasts that rocked with every powerful
thrust of his hips, her soft lips parted with every heavy, uneven
breath she drew, and when she opened her eyes and looked straight
up at him, his breath was almost taken away with the fiery passion
burning within the pale grey depths.

That fiery
passion just made his burn hotter, brighter, and as he looked down
at her something stole over him, something that was like an
invisible cord that twined out from her and into him, something
that joined them not just physically but something more, so much
more.

“Harly.”

It was a ragged
whisper, but it said so much, there was a depth to it that seemed
to touch her, because her eyes darkened, becoming almost stormy,
her pupils dilating, and she squeezed his hands.

“Alex.”

That was all
that needed to be said, for in that split second in time, with
their bodies joined, it seemed to him that it said everything, he
could feel it in the air between them right before a tide of pure
prurience rose over him.

Alex felt it in
his soul, an upward surge that poured through him, heating him
until he felt as though his blood was like molten lava moving in a
thick, hot tide through his veins, filling his body, swelling his
emotions until it broke over him in a scalding, erotic wave.

The need to be
so close to her rode him hard and his hips pumped relentlessly,
every thrust deeper, pushing inside her, her moans spurring him
onwards, craving the moist heat of her woman’s secrets while
glorying in the sensation of her silken skin against him, her body
beneath him, her eyes so heavy with passion.

He felt as
though he was drowning in everything that was Harly. Her eyes
entrapped his gaze, her body drew his body, and her shaft clasped
him so tight, her thighs pressed hard against his hips as though
trying to hold him to her.

He rode her
hard, relentlessly, his desire for her bordering on insatiable. The
tight clasp of her sheath on his shaft was a delicious torture, the
silken, moist cavern rubbing along his shaft gripping him, her
inner muscles squeezing, shivering, seeking to hold him and take
everything he could give her.

Heart
thundering, pulses hammering, Alex felt the tightening in his
scrotum, the heaviness sharpening, his shaft swelling more, so
stiff, an agonised eroticism that was seeking to spill his life
seed, the orgasm roiling up inside him, deep in his loins, surging
upward.

Faster he
thrust, harder, arching up helplessly as the tide overcame him, and
he heard Harly cry out, felt her sheath spasm around him, squeezing
him mercilessly, sending him over the edge.

The ardour took
him hard, the wave of prurience crashing upon him, shattering him,
sending him spinning out in a vortex he couldn’t control,
splintering him apart as his life seed poured forth, and he was
rolled under the glorious, hot wave of not only the most
mind-blowing orgasm he’d ever experienced in his life, but the most
heart-shattering as well.

When he finally
drifted down to earth from the delicious aftermath, he found
himself lying on top of Harly, cradling her in his arms with her
face tucked into his neck. It was comfortable, but he had something
to take care of first before he could settle.

When he eased
off her, she murmured a protest, her arms tightening momentarily
around his shoulders.

“I’ll be back,”
he said softly, stroking his hand along her hair.

Reluctantly,
she released her hold and he looked down into her face. His heart
clutched at the satiated, contented expression on her face, her
eyes still hazy with pleasure. There was no way he could resist
dropping a kiss onto her lips, meaning it to be swift, but she
immediately opened to him, welcoming him once more and it was
several heady seconds before he regained his senses enough to break
their kiss to say huskily, “We need to stop.”

“Why?” She
stretched leisurely, causing her breasts to brush against his chest
and reawaken little sparks of desire.

“Because I
don’t have any more condoms.” He groaned, rolling off her and up
onto his feet.

Moving across
the floor, he went out into the hallway and through to the
bathroom, divesting himself of the used condom and doing a quick
clean before returning to the bedroom. Entering the room, he was
surprised to see Harly out of bed. Pulling on the nightgown, she
glanced at him before blushing and tugging it down to hide her full
figure from his sight. He had an inkling of what she intended
before she’d even walked around the bottom of the bed and made for
the door behind him.

“Um…ah…” she
stammered, not looking at him, “I…uh…I’d better go and-”

Not bloody
likely
. Striding forward, Alex caught her around the waist as
he drew level and swung her easily around, leading her right back
to the bed. Stopping beside it, he lifted both hands to cradle her
face. “Stay with me, Harly.”

Her eyes
widened. “Stay with you?”

“Yeah. Spend
the night in my bed.”

He could feel
the heat of her blushing cheeks on his palms, but she met his gaze
bravely, if a little shyly. “But…”

“But?” He
wanted her in his arms, cuddled up to him.

“But you said…”
Taking a deep breath, she finished in a rush, “You don’t have
anymore condoms, if you wanted to…you know…”

He smiled. “Oh,
I want to - you know - so very much. Over and over.” Her cheeks
went so red that it was a wonder his hands didn’t burn. “But I
think I can control myself enough to simply cuddle.”

“Cuddle?” Harly
echoed.

“Yeah, cuddle.”
Pulling her closer, he kissed her gently on the lips. “I want you
to spend the rest of the night with me. Please.”

Her cheeks
might have been flushed and her demeanour shy, but there was no
denying the little spark in her eyes. “Okay. If you’re sure.”

“I’ve never
been surer of anything in my life.” And boy, did he mean it.
Stepping around her, he lifted the bed clothes. “Let’s
snuggle.”

She looked from
his face to the bed and back again, sudden amusement lighting her
eyes. “I thought we were cuddling?”

“Snuggling.
Cuddling. I do both.” He grinned. “I’m an expert cuddler. Just ask
Al.”

“Al?”

“My furry
nephew, remember?”

Laughing, she
slid into the bed and Alex slid in after her, pulling the covers up
and settling back on the pillows. “Come here.” Sliding one arm
under her shoulders, Alex gave a little tug and she turned into
him, snuggling close until she was hard against him. He rearranged
them both to his satisfaction before reaching out to switch the
lamp off.

Darkness filled
the room. The patter of rain sounded on the roof, and inside, snug
in the big, old bed with Harly’s head pillowed on his shoulder and
her luscious, warm body against his, her hand resting on his chest
under the covers, Alex felt more contented than he had in a long,
long time.

Lightly he
stroked his fingertips against her arm, turning his head to press a
light kiss against the fragrant hair tickling his chin. Harly
relaxed against him and it wasn’t long before her breathing drew
deep and even as she drifted off to sleep.

Closing his
eyes, Alex let out a contented sigh and followed her.

When he awoke
in the morning, the sun was streaming through the window and the
sounds of birds could be clearly heard. Groggily he peered at the
clock, shocked to find that it was past eight in the morning. He
never slept later than six o’clock.