The Lawson Boys: Marty (30 page)

In passionate
response her nails raked across his back, from the top of his spine
to the curve of his buttocks.

That primitive
action combined with her darkening eyes and the arching of her body
into him unleashed any restraint he might have held onto, and
withdrawing, he slammed back inside her.

As hard as he
rode her, she met him, her hips pushing up as he surged forward,
her heels digging into his thighs seeking to hold him close, to
pull him closer.

Glorying in it,
he let his lust run free, pounding into her with every bit of
ravenous heat that splintered through his body in a furious
inferno.

That was what
he felt like, a fiery inferno. Fire burned through him, from the
pit of his stomach flaring out to encompass his sac, pouring a
blazing path through his shaft, flaring upward. Abdominal muscles
clenched as the fire blazed through him, sweat sheened his chest,
the heavy muscles there rubbing against the generous breasts
pressed against him, and his biceps and triceps clenched, flexed,
as he took his weight and drove that fiery ball of pure, glorious
heat higher with every hard thrust of his hips, every deep plunge
through the heated, tight depths of Belle’s sheath, every slide of
his skin against hers.

Her body
beneath his, his body above hers, their bodies entwined, felt so
right, so just, and he never wanted it to end, never wanted them to
separate, wanted to keep their essences and scent combined.

But carnal heat
burned out of control, his ardour for her overwhelming him,
stripping him of any internal control that might have lingered, and
it took him over.

Marty plundered
Belle’s body, caught her mouth, kissed her deep, bit her lip hard
enough to make her whimper but not hard enough to make her pull
away. Instead, when he released her mouth, she followed him in a
blatant need for more and he gladly gave it, taking her mouth once
more, taking control of the kiss.

But the control
was like his body, a man’s control of his woman but not of his own
ardour. He kissed her as ruthlessly as he took her body,
worshipping her in a way that was wholly primal. Giving her
pleasure, taking pleasure, marking her as his.

Hips thrusting
harder, his shaft surged deeper, cleaving through her sheath that
sought to grip and hold him. The burning in his sac flowed over,
fiery trickles in his shaft that grew thicker, faster, hotter, and
then he was there, seed pouring forth, covering her sheath, laying
claim to her body.

He shattered,
hips pistoning, head thrown back and eyes shut tight, teeth
clenched as the orgasm to end all orgasms rolled over him like a
wave crashing to shore, curling up under him and throwing him
out.

The last thing
he heard was Belle screaming his name, and then he fell apart.

When he finally
opened his eyes with reluctance, he was so comfortable that he
didn’t want to move. Cuddled up to him, Belle was a soft, warm
bundle he didn’t want to let go. The minutes ticked past and he was
quite content to lie there with her in his arms, but then his
mobile started to ring.

“Ignore it,” he
said when she turned her head towards the noise. “It’ll go to voice
mail.”

Unfortunately
it was enough to make her aware of what had happened between them,
causing her to stiffen selfconcsiouly in his arms. Immediately he
tightened his hold around her shoulders. “Don’t.”

“Marty…I just…I
need…” Her voice was muffled against his chest, and didn’t the warm
puffs of breath just set his libido tingling again?

His hand
trailed down her spine to play in the dimple in the small of her
back, right above the rise of her generous derriere. Her breath
hitched right before she angled her head back to look up into his
face.

Yep, there it
was, the blush that made her round cheeks rosy.

Marty grinned
lazily. “Hi.”

“Ummm…hi.”

“You okay?” He
sure as hell felt
awesome.

“Fine.”

“Just
fine?”

“Mmm.” Her gaze
lowered. “Good.”

“Good? Please,
don’t spare my feelings.”

“Better than
fine.” Her lush lips curved into a smile. “Amazing.”

“Okay, that’s
getting better.” His finger dipped into the dimple, traced lightly
around it. He did like that dimple. It was cute. “Feel free to
continue.”

She looked back
up at him, still shy but a gleam of laughter in her eyes. “I think
you know what a fantastic lover you are without me pumping your ego
even higher.”

“Pumping.” He
leered. “You said
pumping
.”

For a few
seconds she just stared at him before she got his sexual innuendo
and her blush deepened.

Marty laughed
and hugged her. “Oh, Belle, you are so easy.”

“And you’re
perverted.” She snuggled closer.

“Hey, I wasn’t
the one screaming my name.” Intense satisfaction stole through
him.

“I’m sure if I
hadn’t, you would have,” she retorted.

The good thing
about the dimple was that it wasn’t far above that beckoning
bottom, and he gave her a playful tap. “There’s no doubt my woman
would be screaming my name, no doubt at all.”

She giggled, an
actual giggle that had him chuckling.

Time passed but
finally even he had to admit that the floor was getting
uncomfortable no matter how thick the carpet. He sat up, his arm
around Belle pulling her with him.

That’s when
everything changed. Belle went from lying languidly in his arms to
grappling for the blanket on the sofa, drawing it down to cover
herself.

Marty’s brows
shot up. “Seriously?”

She bit her lip
and nodded.

“After what I
saw and did to you, you’re really feeling the need to cover
yourself?” So used to women who were comfortable with themselves,
Marty sighed.

She glanced
away, the shyness gripping her accompanied by an awkward
silence.

Reminding
himself that she wasn’t used to intimate relations in the light, of
a man being able to see her naked much less ravish her body as he’d
done, Marty leaned forward and caught her chin, guiding her face
back around so that he could look her in the eyes.

“Belle,” he
said softly, “I know you’re shy. I know you have doubts. But honey,
you are beautiful to me.”

“Thank
you.”

Marty was
silent for several seconds before he finally said, “That was so
freakin’ polite it’s scary.”

This time it
was her eyebrows that arched in surprised query.

“Cripes, I feel
like you’re going to offer me some money in a minute.”

Her mouth
dropped open. “What?”

Marty winked at
her. “Mind you, I am such a magnificent lover, maybe you should pay
me.”

“Pay you?” She
blinked, then her lips started to quiver. “Oh my gosh, you really
are egotistical when it comes to your sexual prowess, aren’t
you?”

“Honey, sexual
prowess is my middle name.” Blowing on his nails, he buffed them
against his chest. “After all, I did make you scream my name. And
made you see stars several times if I’m not mistaken.”

“You are a
wretch.” Laughing, she shoved him.

Now that he’d
broken the awkwardness between them - all on her side, anyway -
Marty grinned and stood up in one lithe move, bending down and
catching Belle’s hand to draw her up in front of him. The blanket
came with her, covering her front, though her generous curves
peeked out tantalisingly either side of it.

Standing before
him, all flushed and rumpled and sexier looking than he could ever
remember seeing a woman, Belle smiled tremulously.

Catching her
chin, Marty bent down to brush a kiss across her lips, drawing back
only enough to meet her gaze. “Go get something on, honey. I know
you’ll feel more comfortable.”

Relieved, she
nodded and gathered the blanket around herself before heading for
the lounge room door.

Marty was just
in the act of lifting one foot to shove into his briefs when she
said, “I’m sorry.”

Glancing across
at her, he asked, “Why?” even though he knew.

“It’s not you.
It’s me.”

“You’re not the
problem, Belle. Your insecurity is.”

“I come as a
package deal,” she said ruefully.

Pulling his
briefs up to settle on his lean hips, Marty studied her. “You sure
do.”

She fidgeted
with the blanket. “I better go.”

“Before you
do.” He strode across the room to her, stopping so close she had to
tilt her head back to meet his gaze.

Reaching out,
he gently smoothed the curls back behind her ears. “When I said
your insecurities were a problem, I didn’t mean they were
insurmountable. Because they’re not.”

“Says you.”

“Says me,” he
agreed. “And I’ll take you, package deal and all, because I want
you, Belle Broune. You’re sexy, you’re beautiful, you’re everything
I want in a woman.”

There went that
delightful blush again, her smile so sweet that Marty wanted to
tuck her into his pocket and keep her close to his heart away from
anything that would hurt her. Unfortunately, life wasn’t so simple.
“We’ll work on your insecurities together, honey. I just want you
to know that to me, you’re everything.”

She smiled,
then suddenly went up on tip toe to brush a kiss across his lips
before ducking her head to scurry out the door and down the
hallway.

Yes, she was
his everything. She was fast becoming the woman he needed in his
life, but he had to convince her of that before he popped the
question because he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her go and be
captured by some other man, not when he’d claimed her body and
soul. Now he just had to capture her heart.

After all,
Belle had his heart in the palm of her hand, she just didn’t know
it.

~*~

“I’m telling
you, men need to know their place and you, Belle, you shoved that
idiot Trevor right into his.” Nodding, Mary continued unpacking the
latest box of books on the counter to be priced.

Flicking the
duster over the spines of mystery books located on the shelf to the
right of the counter, Belle mumbled, “Thanks.”

“Yep, when I
saw that piece in the newspaper, I knew it was you, knew before
your photo was released. You got guts, girl, you just don’t show it
enough.”

Belle didn’t
know about guts but she sure as heck knew about sore inner thigh
muscles, stiff from being used so deliciously and in new, unique
and very hot positions. Just the memories were enough to make her
hot and flustered.

Mary mistook
her flush for modesty. “It’s true. You don’t give yourself enough
credit. You’re worth more than that cretin, Trevor. In fact…” She
glanced slyly at Belle. “You’re worth that new man in town, the
Lawson boy.”

“Marty.”

“Your mother
was singing his praises, said what a courteous young man he is, and
I have to tell you, Belle, I caught sight of him and my panties got
wet.’

Belle choked,
and it wasn’t on dust.

“Yep, wet as
could be.” Mary planted one hand on her skinny hip. “Never mind
being older than him or waffling on about if I were twenty years
younger, hell, if he came in here right now and threw me to the
floor to have his wicked way with me, I’d have him stripped faster
than you could blink.”

“Ride ‘em
cowboy?” Holly bounced out from behind a display of romance
books.

“Oh chickie,
I’d ride him like he’d never been ridden before.” Mary held up one
of the books she’d just unpacked. “Been reading some of these here
erotic romances and I’m telling you, I wish I knew about these when
I was younger because whooee!”

Unable to help
grinning, Belle moved to the next bookshelf.

“I’m betting
that Belle doesn’t need any instructions when it comes to her
Lawson boy.” Holly smirked. “If you know what I mean.”

Frantically
Belle shook her head, but it was too late.

Mary’s eyes
glowed as she dropped the book on the counter. “Belle Broune! Have
you been getting it on with that Lawson boy?”

“Well, I -
we’ve been seeing each other.” A lot. A hell of a lot. For dinner,
for drinks, for walks. For sex. Naked. Very, very naked.

“Red cheek
alert,” Holly drawled.

“Will you shut
up?” Belle fanned herself with the duster.

“I bet he rides
her like a bikie on a Harley Davidson.” Mary rubbed her hands. “He
has that look about him.”

“He doesn’t
look like a bikie,” Belle protested.

“No, he looks
like sex on two legs. Very strong legs.” Mary smiled a little
dreamily. “Built like a Greek god, sexy as all sin. I’m telling
you, Belle, you landed yourself a real man there.”

“So tell us how
life is treating you these days, Belle.” Holly grinned widely.

Seeking to
change the subject, she shrugged. “Quiet, actually, which surprises
me.”

“Marty not as
loud in the sack as you thought he’d be?”

“No!”

“He’s
louder?”

“Never figured
him for a screamer,” Mary remarked. “More the one to make you
scream, if you know what I mean.” She nudged Holly suggestively in
the side.

“Does he make
you scream?” Holly nudged Mary back. When Belle blushed, she
squealed with delight. “He does! He makes you scream!”

“Stop it!”
Belle pointed the duster at her.

“Your face is
going to go on fire in a minute.”

Taking pity on
her, Mary resumed unpacking the books from the box. “Now now,
Holly. Stop embarrassing her.”

“Me? What about
you?”

“I’m her boss.
I can do it.”

“I’m her
friend-”

“So you’re
supposed to support her.” Mary turned to Belle. “So you were
saying?”

“Huh?” Turning
away from pointing the duster threateningly at a grinning Holly,
Belle looked at her boss.

“You were
saying that you were surprised at how quiet it was.”