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  With one hand he spread apart the slick lips of her sex and groaned at the beauty of her exposed pussy. He liked that her thighs were trembling. He knew he could probably do anything to her and she would have welcomed it.

  At first he thought of teasing her unmercifully. Rimming her passageway and denying her need but there wasn’t any hope of that the moment he had her open to his gaze and he saw a droplet of creamy fluid escaping her body. It was far too late for anything drawn out. She was well beyond that point.

  Without warning or preamble, Alex shoved a finger inside her, deep and hard. She grunted and a flood of sweet cream erupted in her core, drenching him. Jesus fucking Christ.

  Still holding her lips open with one hand, he added a second finger, feeling the inner walls of her juicy cunt expand and contract around them as he started a deep, slow stroking while his thumb circled her exposed clit. She was shaking uncontrollably within seconds.

  He changed the angle and explored the hot, wet velvet clutching his fingers until he found the bump of her swollen g-spot. Her legs fell open wider and though she didn’t exactly move, her hips canted in such a way that his fingers had free access. It was nothing short of glorious.

  She smelled fucking amazing, and he wanted to taste her but Alex decided to save that pleasure for another time. For now it was enough to watch his fingers fuck her while her clit visibly pulsed. It wasn’t going to take much to push her into an orgasm.

  He bit the inside of her thigh really hard and she cried out briefly before her response turned into a muffled grunt. Even deep in the throes of arousal, she continued to submit herself to his demands. Stay still. Don’t talk.

  What had he told her? Obedience would be rewarded? He fully intended to make sure that was what happened.

  Pushing his fingers against her g-spot he groaned when she creamed again. “You like that, baby don’t you? You’ve been such a good girl. I’m going to make you come now in a way I guaran-fucking-tee you’ve never experienced before.”

  He started rapidly manipulating the sensitive spot inside her as his thumb tapped relentlessly against her swollen clit. She was groaning deep in her chest and her legs were wildly shaking.

  “Let it go, Meghan. Just relax and let go. I want to give you an orgasm you’ll never forget.”

  What he was doing to her was so visually erotic that he couldn’t stop himself from licking her beautiful clit and sucking it into his mouth, feeling it pulse against his tongue. She was so fucking ready to come, and he was so fucking ready to enjoy her pleasure.

  Increasing the pressure on her g-spot while sucking madly on her swollen clit he sent her up so high she gasped for breath as her body arched off the bed and she quite literally exploded. A flood of liquid that tasted like the rain from a thunderstorm on a hot desert day shot from her cunt. He’d made other women come like that before but nothing compared to Meghan’s sweet cries while her inner muscles clenched furiously against his fingers as her astonishing climax went on and on. He could feel the spasms on his tongue making him grunt with satisfaction. No matter what happened after this, right here and right now, she was totally his.

  Pulling his fingers from her body he noted the creamy proof of her orgasm and quickly moved up her body so he could put his wet fingers into her mouth. He wanted her to taste her own arousal. His body reacted with intense self-satisfaction when she opened her lips, licking and sucking his fingers clean. When she had done as he demanded he rewarded her yet again with a deep, wet kiss as he enjoyed the taste of come on her own lips.

  She was spent. Her arms were limp, and he doubted whether she had the strength to shift her legs. Taking one last minute to ravish her with his eyes, Alex reached for the panties he discarded earlier and slid them back on. When she was covered once again and her legs relaxed, he ground his hand against her core knowing the silk was now drenched with her fluids, then placed a sweet kiss on the curve of her panty covered mound, inhaling deeply to savor the scent of her pleasure.

  He rose from the bed and marveled at how beautifully disheveled she looked. Alex felt like a fucking God, having experienced the primal satisfaction of bringing the sexy, Irish goddess to two shuddering orgasms in one day. Reaching for her hands, he brought them to her sides and pulled a soft throw blanket over her body. Her eyes remained closed as he’d commanded.

  He bet her headache was a thing of the past. Leaning in he placed two gentle kisses, one against each eye followed by a quick, deep ravishing of her mouth and said, “Next time, Meghan. My dick. Your mouth.” She whimpered against his lips. “Shhh,” he murmured, softly running his fingertips across her temple.

  He turned and left her laying there, his hand briefly grinding against his erection knowing that he’d have to take care of it himself once he was alone in his room. It was worth it though. She’d been beautifully submissive – complying with his every desire and command. Letting himself out of her room he looked at her one last time and smiled.

  Alex avoided going back to the family gathering, preferring to seek the sanctuary of his bedroom. There was a lot to think about. Besides, some things were meant to be private, something that wasn’t always easy when so many were people paying attention.

  He didn’t doubt for a second that the spectacle he and Meghan made when they returned from their escapade in his truck had provided an almost unending supply of things to whisper about. The only thing more obvious than her hurt and fury was the torn straps of her dress and scrapes marking her knees and shins. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to create the scenario where he’d taken her on her hands and knees in the dirt, but that was exactly what the evidence suggested. No wonder Carmen looked at him like he was the shit on the bottom of her shoes. Women were like that. Cross one and expect to be ganged up on by her entire team.

  Funny thing was, in typical guy style - he didn’t know Meghan even had a team until today. But he knew it now. Glancing at the empty dog bed tucked in the corner of his room was proof of that. Even Zeus was pissed at him for how he was handling things and that was exactly why he needed to find some clarity, and fast.

  It only took two days for the beautiful redhead to turn his life upside down and inside out. Admitting he wanted her was the easy part. It was the way he wanted her that was making him pause. And giving him a never-ending hard-on.

  Making for his enormous bathroom, Alex stripped off his clothes along the way arriving butt fucking naked before the half-wall of mirrors that ran the length of the sink area. As always, his eyes immediately fell to the patchwork of scars marking almost his entire left side from just under his ribs to well below the knee. He was damn lucky to be alive and have the full use of his leg too.

  It really had been touch and go in those first harrowing months after he was injured. Oddly, Meghan had been a part of his recovery. Taking that into consideration, he probably shouldn’t even be a little surprised that the universe had seen fit to throw them at each other, even after all these years.

  For the first time in his life Alex tried to see himself through someone else’s eyes. Being born with a self-confidence that made others look like errand boys, he’d always carried himself with smug assurance knowing he was good looking enough to attract the ladies with ease.

  Years of training and discipline had honed his physique into a seriously hard-bodied machine. Flexing his muscles in the mirror he smirked at his reflection. Bulging biceps and the broad chest of a warrior tapered to a pretty impressive six-pack. Except for the scars, his trim waist and solid hips were not bad either. He had a muscular ass, the result of the never ending physical workouts and therapy he relied upon to keep his leg in good shape, and a set of thighs that would rival any athlete. All in all, he was pretty fucking hot for a thirty-six-year-old guy who didn’t give a shit what he looked like.

  Reaching into the shower he adjusted the controls and let the hot water fill the glass enclosed cubicle with steam – just the way he liked it. Meghan had been right about the warm water of the Jacuzzi b
eing good for his aches and pains but why he never used it was odd. Until he really thought about it. There was nothing that said lonely guy louder than sitting alone in a hot tub. She was changing the way he looked at so many things.

  Stepping under the pounding steam, Alex started to relax the minute the water rolled down his body. Relax yes. Lose the hard-on, no.

  Grabbing a squeeze bottle of his preferred bodywash and dumping a huge glob into his hand, he vigorously rubbed it into the hair on his chest creating a covering of suds that dripped lower until it was coating his dick too. He thought of the moment in the truck when she’d straddled his hips and slowly lowered herself until he’d used his strength to push her rather forcefully into taking the whole of him.

  He didn’t need an anatomy lesson to know he was big and that taking him like that had been a challenge for her. She’d been almost unbearably tight and those two factors—his size and her practically untouched body—had led to a coupling the likes of which he’d never known. There hadn’t been any thrusting or grinding, just the incredible sensation of being squeezed by her luscious cunt. It had been enough to send them both hurtling into an orgasm that had been uniquely satisfying.

  Remembering how she had climbed on him, biting his neck and raking her fingers on his abdomen made Alex reach for his hungry cock as it stretched upward and bobbed against his skin in the pounding water.

  Pouring some more soap into his hand he palmed his rigid staff and fantasized about teaching her the endless ways she could pleasure that part of his body. With her hands. With her lips and mouth, especially her tongue. He bet she’d be damn good at it too if the way she’d bent so easily to his will in her bedroom earlier was any indication.

  Stroking his hand slowly against his firm flesh, Alex let his imagination run wild. He didn’t want a spinner; some skinny model type who munched on lettuce leaves, eager to perform all sorts of acrobatic moves learned from having been with a long line of guys. No, he preferred Meghan’s sex goddess curves and tantalizing innocence. He could mold her into the perfect partner, someone who would welcome his sometimes heavy-handed preferences. The wicked thought made his dick throb in his hand.

  And there it was. The reason why he needed to get a grip on what he was feeling. Meghan wasn’t built for a no-strings attached sexual fling. She was operating on pure emotion and the fact that she was so fucking eager to please him sent his libido into overdrive. She wasn’t just chasing orgasms for her own gratification, something he’d come to accept in the women he’d been involved with. No. She was a different creature altogether.

  With his heart pounding heavily in his chest, Alex picked up the tempo, stroking his long shaft, swirling his hand over the head of his cock in a seamless movement. It wasn’t what he wanted but was going to have to do. Sagging against the tile wall, he closed his eyes and remembered the way her body had quivered and arched as the orgasm he gave her exploded on his fingers and tongue. With a hoarse grunt he felt his balls tighten. Seconds later a climax started low and built until he released his desire in a series of pulsing throbs that left him satisfied but emotionally empty.

  So much for having any goddamn control. The thought made him uneasy. He needed control and lots of it. If the military had taught him just one thing it was that authority was not the same as control; a fact that was brutally brought home during his long months of hospitalization and therapy. He had hated being helpless. Hated the feeling that he couldn’t control any of what was happening to him. Until he started the Justice Agency, he’d had little control over much of anything. Now, it was a driving motivator in everything he did. Even being a certified mess was an off-shoot of that need. He chose to be that way.

  Maybe that was why he’d been so fucked up about Meghan’s past. Believing he was responsible for her fiancé’s death had gutted him. Failing to actually have control had caused so much grief. Now that he knew the truth about their relationship, he was freed from the guilt over something he couldn’t change.

  And all those thoughts just brought him full circle to the question of what the fuck he was doing where she was concerned. He wanted her, no question about it. But long years of avoiding relationships and feeling like he’d never completely be free of the regret he carried for every fucked up thing that happened during the war had made him an emotional coward. Something he hated to admit but the truth was what it was.

  What if after he let himself feel something for her, she learned to hate him later for all the miserable decisions and sick shit his military service brought? What would be worse? Losing her now or having her turn away from him later? And what if she couldn’t accept his emotional needs? Fuck. He was a mess.

  In a few weeks he’d be staring at the calendar and remembering what had happened. Would she? How would she react to the maudlin anniversary? Did she have similar thoughts or was he torturing himself out of habit? All good questions that he had no answers to.

  Toweling off, Alex made a few quick decisions, hoping he wasn’t heading for a huge mistake. She was his. Plain and simple and he didn’t share. He ached for her. Why else would he have just jerked off in the shower like a horny college student? It had to be all or nothing on both their parts.

  Her honesty was refreshing and guileless. That candor damned him because he still hadn’t been man enough to open up about his hang-ups despite the fact that she was directly affected by them. She exposed her most secret thoughts – because she thought knowing would ease his mind. Who did that? Someone worth caring about.

  That didn’t mean he wasn’t scared shitless. Is this what Drae and Cam had wrestled with when the L word burst into their lives? Probably. Would explain why both men fucked up in epic terms before growing a set and finally stepping up to the plate. If those two shitheads could do it, then dammit, so could he.

  A sound outside his door sent Alex to investigate. Well, look who it is. Apparently Zeus hadn’t deserted him completely. Letting the dog into his room, she came and sat at his feet and eyeballed him in that way which only a big, dumb lab could.

  “Thanks for not giving up on me, girl,” he chuckled while giving her a good scratch behind the ears. Was that what she wanted to hear? Maybe, because after that she went and curled up on her bed and promptly ignored him. Females, go figure.

  Remembering something Meghan said earlier, Alex pulled on a pair of sweats and grabbed his laptop. Bringing up Google he typed in – parasol – and clicked search. The lady needed a fucking parasol? Well, he’d find the perfect one if it took the whole damn night.

  Meghan couldn’t lift a finger. Completely and utterly spent she lay in the shadowed silence of her room running over in her mind the events of the day. It was a lot to take on board.

  Alex’s territorial behavior at breakfast; her time in the saddle; their make-out session in the barn; the excursion into the desert which ultimately led to her jumping his bones on the front seat of a truck. Then there was everything that came after. His instant regret; her angry and hurt reaction; the scene she’d inadvertently caused in the driveway; Tori’s concern; the way Carmen reacted when she’d come to check on her before dinner.

  The housekeeper had knocked on her door just as she’d come out of the shower. When Meghan had flounced from the driveway in high dudgeon mode, she hadn’t noticed who had witnessed the hissy fit she’d been directing at Alex. The moment she saw the housekeeper’s face though, she knew the kindly Latina was more than a little dismayed about what had passed between her boss and his house guest.

  Keeping things light and casual wasn’t going to happen especially after Carmen caught sight of her scraped knees and the ugly abrasions on her palms.

  “Dios, Meees Meghan! What happened to you?”

  It had taken enormous effort not to start crying all over again. There didn’t seem to be a way to explain so she shrugged and murmured, “I stumbled and fell,” knowing from the dark scowl on Carmen’s face that she was creating her own picture of what that meant. Soon thereafter the women pulled
a first aid kit out of thin air and solemnly set about caring for Meghan’s wounds.

  Between the emotional overload of having been rejected by the brawny Major and the crying jag that followed, it was Carmen’s concern that got the better of her. Her brutal headache wasn’t just the result of too much sun. It was everything rolled into one huge stress ball that got her head thumping.

  “My head’s killing me,” she told her, accepting the pain tablets and quickly taking them. “I don’t think there’s anyway I could sit through a meal, Carmen. Would you pass along my regrets to, uh…..I mean tell everyone I’m under the weather?”

  “Not to worry Meees Meghan,” she told her. “I’ll take care of it. You lay down and close your eyes.”

  Grateful for her care and understanding, Meghan tried to relax as the housekeeper pulled the curtains and quietly slid from the room taking Alex’s dog with her. It hadn’t taken long for her to end up curled in the fetal position as the code ten thumper took her down.

  She hadn’t expected Alex to appear inquiring if she was alright. He’d been distant, almost angry, at first but eventually softened. The decision made in that moment to unload on him about her backstory with David was nothing short of life changing. Sharing her truth hadn’t been easy but it needed to be done. Once the story was out, she’d felt relief.

  Being honest also helped get Alex down off the emotional ledge where her former fiancé was concerned. It had been the right thing to do but still hurt like hell.

  What happened after had stunned her. His admission that he wanted her and what that meant—dirty as fuck he’d said. She’d never forget hearing those words and how they made her feel. There was more she wanted to say, especially the part about the lack of protection during their spontaneous interlude, but she’d lost the chance to say anything else the moment he told her to close her eyes and let him make her feel better.