Desert Angel (Family Justice Book 2) Page 15

  Kidnap.

  Oh, now see, she thought shivering slightly. There was that pussy-clenching thing again. Just thinking about how her Major intended to play out an abduction scenario made Meghan bit her lip against the moan that wanted out

  Even though she was dutifully in the tub as commanded and was expecting him to take possession the moment he returned, she was surprised when he didn’t. He was so good at this. The whole time she bathed, Meghan was super conscious that he was preparing her to be consumed. By making her wait, and wonder—he was stretching out the anticipation.

  Sounding gruff and impatient, he called from the bedroom, grunting, “Get dressed.” She hurried to towel off before tiptoeing from the dressing room.

  Alex was waiting for her by the bed. A jolt of pure animal lust shot into her center when she looked at him. He was big and rather fierce looking, dressed in black jeans and a dark button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled back. His expression was hard, but Meghan caught the gleam of excitement in his eyes that let her know he was already enjoying himself.

  “Put that on.” He pointed to a pile of clothing on the bed.

  The menacing growl in his tone made her bones melt. Oh, my. This was her demanding Major, and he was just getting started. She hoped to survive and giggled lustfully before gasping in horror when she realized what she’d done.

  He smacked her on the ass so hard, she yelped and did a little jig to escape. “Think this is funny?” he snarled.

  Funny? No. Hot? Yes.

  Lowering her eyes in surrender, she reached for the clothes he’d put out and nearly shit when she saw a roll of masking tape and a wrapped up length of rope laying alongside.

  Crowding her personal space, he stood right on top of her as she dressed, touching each section of her body as she pulled on the clothing like he was inspecting his prey. First, he handed her a bra. As she straightened the garment and prepared to slide it on, he’d grabbed at her breasts and pulled her nipples. Even after she was covered and had hooked the two sides together, he’d tweaked her lace-covered nipples—hard.

  It just got worse from there. He slid her panties on, stroking every inch of her flesh from ankle to belly button. When the teal satin was in place, he’d calmly pulled the crotch aside and put a finger inside her.

  “Not wet enough,” he grunted after a minute of teasing and pulled his hand away.

  After that, she shook as he dropped a plain cotton dress over her head and yanked it down like he was mad at her for being undressed in front of him.

  Pulling the clip from her hair, he let the auburn curls tumble free then grabbed a handful and jerked her head back.

  “When we leave this room, walk straight to the driveway. Do as you’re told and maybe I’ll be gentle.”

  He retrieved the tape and rope from the bed, giving her a meaningful leer when he did, and motioned toward the door.

  The moment they left the bedroom, he put his hand on her neck, like he owned her and marched Meghan down the long hallway to the winding staircase. He grabbed her forcefully by the arm as he moved them swiftly down the steps then took her neck again as they left through the front door.

  To be honest, she was practically skipping along with glee. The possessive grip on her neck, his gruff manner, and the rapacious vibe he was putting off . . . well, it all was incredibly erotic. She loved this shit and knowing he did too allowed Meghan to immerse herself in his desires.

  There was absolutely nobody around. She had no idea where Angie was. Drae and Tori had driven into town with Daniel for a well-baby visit. Cam and Lacey were busy at home, loving each other up after having been apart. It was the perfect moment to be kidnapped. No hope of rescue. Her fate was sealed. It was the wrong time to smile so she chewed on her lip and whimpered instead.

  He marched her to the driveway, snarling when she stumbled, but careful to make sure she was all right at the same time.

  At the truck, a grim looking Alex forced her into the front seat, immediately wrapping her wrists with the tape before doing the same to her ankles. Opening the glove box, he withdrew a red bandana, rolled it up, and used it to gag her. The tying up she expected. The gag she had not.

  When she was restrained and gagged, he leaned back and surveyed his handiwork. Meghan saw the smoldering look in his eyes and moaned.

  He ran a hand up her leg from knee to the inner thigh, pushed aside the panties again, and thrust two fingers deep inside her. She’d gasped into the gag and quivered. Holy fuck.

  This time when he withdrew, his fingers glistened with her arousal.

  “Much better,” he grunted, then got an inch of her face and made a show of licking his fingers clean. “I taste your excitement,” he murmured quietly. “And your fear.”

  He drove them out into the desert after making her lay on her side in the front seat. With her hands and feet tied, all she could do was flop over, exposing her backside in the process. Alex chuckled and lifted her dress even further so basically her ass was lying there on the seat right next to his thigh. Something he took advantage of during the bumpy drive.

  She wasn’t all that surprised to see where they ended up. It was their special place updated with a wooden bench and a beautiful pergola—both handcrafted by Draegyn. They were out in the open—yes. But had total control. No one could come upon them without them knowing it and having plenty of warning. The perfect place to ravish someone who’d been kidnapped. Lord. It couldn’t get any better than this. Could it?

  Oh, hell yeah, it could!

  With the kidnap accomplished, it was time to move on to the fucked mercilessly part of Alex’s bargain.

  Hauling Meghan from the cab of the truck like a sack of potatoes, she grunted when he tossed her over his shoulder, walked her to a pile of spread out blankets, and dropped her on unsteady feet. He ripped the tape off her ankles and hands but left the gag in place.

  Like a champion rodeo roper, he stripped the dress off her in one smooth motion then spun her around and pulled her wrists together in the small of her back. Leaning close, she felt his breath and trembled at his menacing growl.

  “It excites me when you’re helpless.”

  Oh shit. The trembling became a full-body quiver. He meant business by wanting her hands behind her back. It always frightened her a little. The total surrender. He knew it challenged Meghan and would back off in an instant if she hesitated, but she wanted to let this scene play out the way he saw it in his head. She trusted him to take care of her, and he’d never once orchestrated anything that came even remotely close to making her truly afraid.

  He gave her a chance to deny him, but when she didn’t move, he quickly bound her wrists together.

  Leaving her standing half-naked in just a bra and panties, her hands bound behind her back, a gag in place, her hair all over the place—he casually went and sat on the bench, arms spread wide across the back and enjoyed the view she made.

  And while he watched her, she watched him just as intently. He was, simply put, the most magnificent specimen of masculinity she’d ever seen. The shadows from the pergola danced on his skin, his massive muscular chest rising and falling with each breath. Was bad enough that the gag made her drool, but looking at him sitting there eyeing her up, deciding how he planned to fuck her, well, it made her mouth water even more.

  She glanced down to his lap and froze. An ominous bulge was forming and growing right before her eyes.

  “That’s right,” he snickered when he saw where she was looking. “All of that’s going to be inside you. Every hard, thick inch.”

  The whimper she let out wasn’t play-acting.

  “Come here,” he demanded. She took several hesitant steps forward and stopped at his knees. Reaching for her bra, he yanked the stretchy lace cups down and exposed her breasts. He’d even chosen her underwear well. With the fabric shoved beneath her mounds, it acted as a sort of naughty truss for her tits, framing and cradling them perfectly for his pleasure. Her nipples puckered as excitement rushed t
hrough her. He noticed and immediately latched onto one and sucked hard. Until her knees trembled. Repeating the greedy suckle on the other side, Meghan struggled to stay on her feet.

  Releasing her nipples, he swept the panties down her legs and hung them on the corner of the bench. A stark reminder about the rest of Alex’s plan. How after he was finished with her, she would put those pitiful panties on and go about the rest of her day as their shared arousal leaked from her body.

  He looked at her mound and smirked. Putting a hand on her hip, he drew her further forward until her legs opened on either side of a knee. Holding her firmly with one hand, he looked her straight in the eye and began fingering her.

  “Priming the pussy,” he leered as his fingers went deep. “Getting you ready to come all over my cock.”

  He knew just how to arouse her and used that knowledge with ruthless efficiency. When an orgasm began building, he calmly withdrew and snickered.

  “Let me up,” he demanded. Meghan stepped back as her sexy giant rose from the bench and started to undress. When he was completely naked, he grabbed hold of his proud cock and stroked it. The gag in her mouth barely absorbed the groan she couldn’t help. Fuck. She never failed to be completely and utterly mesmerized whenever she watched him handle his impressive sex.

  “This won’t be pretty, my love. I’ve had days to think about fucking you and for what I have planned you need to keep up.”

  He moved in closer and aggressively thrust his fingers inside her again. “But you won’t last if I don’t let that greedy pussy come,” he told her, his eyes locked on hers.

  He grabbed her arm and let go of her mound, yanking her toward the bench. Sitting, he adjusted his body then pulled her into position with her back to his chest. Keeping a hand wrapped around her bound wrists, he pulled her down until she felt the fat head of his cock at her opening.

  “You will fuck. Now,” he demanded and forcefully impaled her with his entire length.

  She screamed into the gag and squeezed her eyes shut. Holy shit. In this position, he had her at an angle that made her toes curl. The exquisite sensation of being filled completely made wet heat gush along his staff.

  He lunged upward, and she saw actual stars as indescribable pleasure ripped through her.

  “I said—fuck. Do it now! And fuck hard. I want your pussy to explode when you come. Drench me, woman. Now!”

  If it weren’t for his strong grip on her wrists and the way he’d banded his arm about her middle, Meghan wouldn’t have been able to go as wild as she did. Pounding on him, her legs spread on either side of his, she rode his cock, writhing and undulating in a frenzy of need.

  He laughed and bit her shoulder when her pussy tightened. “You fuck good, woman.”

  It didn’t take long. Oh, god. She’d needed to come. Senses on overload, she grunted into the gag and shook from head to toe when her inner muscles starting contracting wildly. This wild release felt like no other.

  “Good girl,” he cried huskily as her pussy throbbed. “You come so hard. I’m going to enjoy fucking you until my balls are drained.”

  Before the last pulses from her orgasm died away, he lifted her off and grunted, forcefully pushing her to her knees with her ass in the air.

  “Again,” he commanded and entered her with a ferocious lunge.

  In their special spot, alone in the desert, her sexy, alpha Major was imbued with lust-fueled superpowers—subjecting her to every imaginable ravishment, pounding her till she actually cried for mercy. Licking her until, overcome with emotion, she cried.

  He’d taken her from behind. She’d ridden him with abandon as he growled and played with her bouncing tits. When he’d pounded into her while standing with one of her feet up on the bench seat for leverage, she’d screamed in ecstasy. Finally, when she was barely able to function, they’d been chest-to-chest on the soft blanket, her legs resting on his shoulders, gag discarded and ropes undone, as he literally fucked her into complete submission. Sure, there was nothing left, but her alpha Major had one last surprise. Something she still needed time to process. When he was finally finished, she’d come so many times—had been pleasured and given so much pleasure—that she was completely spent.

  With her in a post-orgasmic trance, he dressed her afterward, like he’d said he would. Pulling the teal panties into place, Alex gently cupped her mound and kissed that spot low on her belly just where the auburn curls of her womanhood began.

  “You smell so good after we make love,” he told her with shining eyes.

  That right there was why she adored him. He’d done just as he promised. Kidnapped her. Fucked her without mercy and then palmed her aching mound at the last making sure her panties got soaked. Calling what they did making love was a reminder that everything they did, no matter how free-spirited or wicked, began and ended with love. All that for just ten points? She wasn’t entirely sure, but Meghan certainly believed she’d gotten the best part of that bargain.

  THEY’D CHECKED IN AT L’AUBERGE and were settling in when Meghan texted.

  Can you come to my cottage in 10 min?

  Sure. What’s up? she replied.

  Making dinner plans and confirming appts for tomorrow

  Understood. I’ll bring my computer.

  Tossing her phone aside, Angie twirled in a circle like a kid, and took in the spinning room. My goodness! This place was seriously awesome. From the humongous wood framed bed to the crackling of the fire in the stone hearth. And the splendid creekside view made her feel like she was in her own little corner of nature.

  Thirty seconds after coming through the door, she’d been perusing the list of treatments available and all but salivating at what was offered. In all honesty, there was so much going on at the spa that she didn’t know where to start.

  But it wasn’t all about her—this was really Meghan’s weekend. When Alex had told her about the surprise getaway, she’d gotten the distinct impression that Red was having a hard time and her brother wasn’t the type to sit back and do nothing if she was out of sorts.

  Gathering her laptop and a binder full of notes, swatches, and scraps of paper, Angie set them by the door and went to freshen up. She had a ton of wedding things to show Meghan and one particular surprise she couldn’t wait to share. Hopefully, the relaxed atmosphere and some serious pampering would help bring the bride back from the edge.

  The walk between their cottages was short—too short. She would have liked to keep on walking, listening to the nearby creek, and breathing in the beauty. Mental note to self, she thought. Early morning stroll.

  Tapping on the cottage door, she nudged it open with her hip and called out, “Hey, Red! Here I am—wearing my wedding planner hat. Get out here!”

  Meghan came around a corner looking completely flustered. “Shit, Angie. Parker’s coming and I can’t see him like this!” She was waving her hands indicating something, but Ang didn’t have a clue what. “I have to take a shower. Right now. You’ll have to deal with him, okay?”

  “Meghan, hon. You look fine. Settle down. What’s really going on?”

  The frazzled redhead looked at Angie wildly for a moment and then burst out laughing. She covered her face for a second as loud snorting giggles ripped from her mouth.

  “Oh, my god!” she choked out between wheezing laughs. “I can’t even!”

  Angie started to laugh, too. Uncontrollable giggle fits had a way of becoming contagious.

  “Blame your damn brother,” Meghan hooted.

  “Does this have anything to do with the rather fresh set of bite marks on your neck?”

  “What?” Meghan screeched, her hand quickly covering her neck. “Oh please, tell me he didn’t!”

  Angie bent over and grabbed at her stomach as great guffaws of hilarity filled the air.

  “Go clean up, Irish,” she finally managed to get out between hiccupping giggles and wiping the tears from her eyes. “I’ll handle the lawyer with the shitty timing.”

  “You sure
you don’t mind? I’m sorry Angie, but there was no way we were going to be able to sashay in and out of Sedona without Parker making an appearance. Alex would murder the guy if he didn’t step up while we’re away from the Villa!”

  “I know, I know, and don’t worry. Go take a bath and relax. I’ve got this.”

  Ten minutes later, she regretted the pretense of acting like she was in control. She also regretted her wardrobe choice. Looking more like the clothing of a teenager than a grown woman, her black skirt was too short and the oversized sweater with a long scarf wrapped several times around her neck, made her look dumpy. She’d been dressed for a car trip, not a date. The black tights and comfy ankle boots she wore completed an outfit that made her look like she should be carded at the bar.

  Angie paced back and forth, waiting for their guest to show up, wishing Meghan would somehow take the shortest shower in history and get the hell out here. Counting on Parker’s impromptu visit being a quick courtesy call, she decided to play it cool when he arrived—like him being there was no big deal. She’d be pleasant and civil. Say all the right things and play the hostess till Meghan reappeared.

  Simple was always best. No need to overreact just because there was that little matter of his fingers in her pussy the last time he’d seen her.

  Uh, yeah right.

  “Knock, knock,” a deep voice called out. “Stressed out bride in da house?” The screen door opened and the cottage door flung wider as Parker stepped into the bungalow. Damn, but he really was big. Like big, big. And it wasn’t an optical illusion. He took up the entire doorway.

  The awareness his arrival triggered freaked her out. Nervously pulling on the sleeves of the sweater, she twisted her fingers together as playing it cool was no longer an option.

  A devastating smile appeared beneath a pair of dark sunglasses that obscured his eyes from view. Er, crap. When he smiled like that she forgot her name.