StrongArmsoftheLaw Page 2
“To do what?”
“Wait.”
He sucked in his breath.
She stood on tiptoes, brushed her lips across his, wound her hands around his nape and sank her fingers into the thick dark curls. “So my next question is, why?”
His big arms yanked her so close, she could have sworn her flesh melted into his. “Why what?”
Chapter Two
“Why wait?”
His turn now to be struck dumb. The only useful answer he found was the obvious one. “I’m sworn to protect you.”
She rolled those big purple eyes at him. “Is that a ‘no’?”
His gut clenched. Did he detect disappointment in her tone? He pressed her so close, he could feel her huge, hard nipples poking holes in his chest. In his patience, too. He’d thought about her breasts, measured them with his eyes, weighed them in his imagination for more than two long, tortuous months. “That’s an ‘I can’t’.”
She swallowed, her eyes getting misty. “You’re awfully noble.”
You’re awfully beautiful. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
“I thought I gave you a pain in the balls.”
“That too.” He snorted, then stepped back. “Much as I want to, we won’t do this.”
She crossed her arms, pushing up the wealth of her breasts and pointing those big rosy nipples at him. “I won’t tell anyone.”
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and chuckled. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll know.”
She winced. “You must have a girlfriend at home.”
“No. I told you that before. No one.”
“Then some woman long ago tore a big hole in your heart.”
“Not true.”
“Rex,” she said with the barest of sounds, her eyes defining his body, “a man like you? You cannot tell me you have no woman who keeps your bed warm.”
“No one I see regularly.” No one I crave.
“Has any woman ever made you need her?”
Not like you do. He raised his chin toward her bedroom. “Go put some clothes on and come back out here. Time for coffee and breakfast.”
“And then what?” She tapped her foot at him.
“What we always do.”
She harrumphed. “You read and whittle. While I write.”
“It works.”
“Does it?” She strode toward him, her hands splaying on his chest, stroking him beneath the chambray of his shirt, skimming his nipples and driving him nuts.
He retreated. “Yeah, it—”
“You could let me on the internet.” She followed him.
“No.”
“Not to do email. Just let me surf.”
“No.”
“Let me ride into town with you.”
“No.”
“Buy two big juicy steaks and a bottle of cabernet.”
“No drinking.”
“No fun.”
“No foolin’!”
She smirked. “You could be fun.” She reached up and brushed her mouth on his.
At this point, backed against the wall, what else was he supposed to do but put his hands in that river of champagne hair and bring her close? “I am fun. A regular guy. When I am not tormented by a chica with bad intentions.”
“I’m not bad, Rex,” she whispered, brushing her lips over his. “But I want to be. With you.”
He breathed like a bull through his nose. “No.” He pushed her away from him and walked out the door. On the bottom step of the porch, a tiny breeze did nothing to cool him off. He hooked his thumbs in his belt and squeezed shut his eyes.
Images of her danced in his mind. The first time he’d seen her in Austin in the Ranger headquarters. On the run from a Gonzaga who had held a knife to her eyes. Scared, pale, no makeup on that perfect oval face. Looking exactly like her name. Like the sky at dawn. The hair that was so white, the eyes so deep purple, the skin utterly flawless. She looked like an Anglo doll his sister had wanted one year for Christmas. But he soon saw that Skye Chamberlain was no doll. Without a prissy bone in her body, the spirited crime novelist was educated, sharp-witted and funny. She was a pushy broad, too. Testing his boundaries from the first moment they had arrived here in this safe house.
She had wanted to make cell phone calls.
No.
Go for walks.
No.
Swims.
No!
She begged him for movies.
Yes.
Fish.
Sure.
Chocolate.
Okay.
Newspapers and books.
All right.
He’d found a way to get them for her, when he could make arrangements to have another Ranger acquire the goods and meet him a few miles down the back road. Rex wanted to take no chances with her life. She was his responsibility.
She was his job.
She was his delight. His torment.
She came to stand behind him now and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He could tell by the feel of her supple flesh she had not followed his orders. She was still naked. “I get it, Rex. I get it.” She kissed his earlobe. “You don’t want me to think you do this for every woman you babysit.”
“I don’t.” God help him, but she felt as warm and welcome as summer Texas sun. “Bad ethics.”
“I hear you. What if I told you, I’m as good as you are? I haven’t been with any man for more than two years.”
“That could mean a lot of things, Chamberlain.”
“Skye.” She ran the tip of her nose along his nape. “My name is Skye, Rex. And what my failure to have a man means is that I didn’t see anyone I was interested in. Not that I’m a prude. Or celibate. But you and I have been walking around each other for two months, honey. The trial is soon but I can’t wait until afterward. I’m anxious and irritable and needy. Why should we wait any longer? If I don’t have you, I think I will come without you. Just to look at you makes me—”
He turned in her arms then. Her mouth was level with his and it was easy to kiss her. A swift delve between her pleading lips.
She tore her mouth from his. “I’m very wet, Rex. And very swollen and if you don’t make love with me soon, I’ll have to go in my bedroom and use my fingers. Stroke my pussy. Touch my clit. Make my cream flow. You wouldn’t want to listen to me do that, would you? Or would you want to watch?”
He growled, the very idea of her fingering herself throwing him over the edge. “You asked for this.” Hoisting her up over his shoulder like a sack of corn, he marched back inside the little house they’d holed up in by order of a Texas judge.
Damn, if she wasn’t laughing. “Nice view here, Ranger.”
He slapped her on one taut cheek. “Keep it down there, Chamberlain.”
“Hmm,” she was humming as they passed the living room and headed for his bedroom. “Honey, as long as you’re up, we’re in good shape.”
He laid her down on his bed. Good thing it was a queen size because he was determined to use every inch of it to pleasure her. And himself.
Yanking off his boots, he let them drop to the floor while he got a great picture of her lying there. Those luscious breasts ripe as August peaches, her pussy a pale cloud of hair. He climbed over her, his legs straddling her curvy hips.
She smiled up at him like she’d just won the Texas Lottery. “Let’s take all these clothes off you.” Her hands got busy on his shirt buttons while he worked at his belt buckle. “Rex,” she sighed his name when she got most of his shirt undone. “Rex,” she crooned as she spread the shirt wide and put her mouth on one of his nipples. “God, honey, you are so cut.”
He snorted, her tongue teasing him so well his cock strained against his jeans. “Darlin’, if you don’t help me get my clothes off, you’re in for a rude awakening.”
“Why’s that?” Giggling, she pushed the fabric from one shoulder and lazily kissed her way to his other nipple.
He sucked in a breath. “I’m so hard, I’m numb, and
if you don’t let me inside this body of yours asap, my cock’ll fall off.”
She burst out laughing but rolled him to his back, her eyes dancing. “Let me unveil the goods then.”
He flung his hands out, surrendering. “Get to it.”
She went to work then on his belt, his zipper, to reach inside his skivvies and take his shaft in her palm. Eyes closing, she paused, mewled and massaged him. “Huge and hot.”
“In a damn big hurry, too.” He skimmed his open hand down her torso to cup her mound. “Put your mouth on me or let me eat you up.”
Her big purple eyes got wider as she drew his cock out to play. “Thought about eating me, did you?”
“Devouring you.” He found her slit and sent one long finger up inside her wet folds. He cursed at how succulent she sounded.
She dropped her chin to her chest. “I’ve wanted you since that first day in the office.”
“Yeah?” He got her to spread her thighs so that he could stroke her pussy lips more easily. “You didn’t look it. You gave me a lot of guff.”
She arched up as his fingers claimed more of her. “I didn’t want you to think I was easy.”
“Oh, darlin’,” he laughed as he found her clit and pinched it for her, “you looked scared and flustered, but never have you looked easy.”
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her head fell so far back, her breasts jutted out. “I don’t fall into bed with just anyone.”
“No, baby. I got that up front.” He rose up and took one of those big pointed nipples in his mouth. Christ, all of her tasted like liquid satin. “You fuck only me.”
“Yes!” She drove the fingers of one hand into the hair at his nape and put her mouth to his. “Only you.”
He took her under him then, and like a blind man, he spread her out with a reverent touch, her arms wide, her legs open, her long platinum hair like a halo around her head. “Don’t want to gobble you up, darlin’, but you are a tempting piece. I love your hair.” He touched it briefly. “Love your eyes.” He blessed them with his mouth. “Your ears are cute.” He nipped one lobe, then pulled on the other. “Like your cheeks.” He brushed his own against hers. “The soap you use? Hell, you can make me come just inhaling the aroma.” He chuckled and she wiggled beneath him. “Love your fine chin. Character there, don’t you know. And your throat. Long. Elegant. You deserve diamond necklaces.”
“Don’t want anything but you.” She undulated, her eyes half closed and blissful looking as she touched the hollow of her throat. “Kiss me there.”
And he did. “Like your cleavage, too.” His fingers defined the valley between her big breasts. He sat up, straddling her and tapped her nipples. “How big are they, baby?”
“Forty C.”
“That big? God, I’m a lucky man. Pretty things. Don’t want you to wear any more bras while we’re here. Okay by you?”
“I won’t.” She tried to squeeze her thighs together. “I promise,” she said as innocently as if she were eighteen and having her first lover. “As long as you lick them for me whenever I need you to.”
He bent, blowing gently on one nipple then the other. “Just lick you?”
“Bite me. Suck me.”
He grinned at her eager face, thumbing both her areolas. “You just tell me when they need tending, okay, darlin’? I’ll gladly put a smile on your face.”
“Like now?” she asked breathless.
“Oh, yeah,” he growled and caught one big rosy bud between his teeth and tugged. “Like now.”
She moaned, her hips rising off the bed.
“Like this,” he said as he graced her other lovely peak with the favor of his teeth and his tongue.
She caught his head and held him to her chest. “More, please, more.”
He cupped one of her lush breasts and sank his mouth over her smooth flesh. Inside the cavern of his mouth, he tongued her and sucked her. He’d never had such a mouthful of luscious woman.
Her hands drifted down his ribs to his hips and his ass. She squeezed him and urged him nearer. “Have me. Do me.”
“Got to see you, first.”
“No,” she pleaded. “Need you now.”
“You wanted me to eat you before. Why the rush?”
“Can’t wait.”
“Sure you can. Let me show you what you’d miss.” He pushed away from her, his lips taking an intimate tour of the hollows and swells of her belly, her pubic bone and her mound. The pale fluffy pussy hair that proclaimed she was no bleached blonde was a neatly trimmed bush over her plump little pussy. He threaded his fingers through the wealth of it and tugged to reveal her pink slit. She smelled like a combo of that citrusy soap she used and her own thick, sexy musk. Her cream was what he needed to taste. He’d dreamed of eating her out. Licking her until she keened. Sucking on her juicy pussy until she came in his mouth just from the touch of his tongue. “Now I’ve got you, baby. Enjoy. God knows, I am.”
He dipped low, settled himself between her thighs and trailed a fingertip down her seam. With two thumbs, he rolled her open and pushed up her lips to expose her clit. The glistening nub was huge, coated with her milky lube. He bent to lave her, a delicate touch to her sweet button. She yelled, but he came back for more. Much more. She was hard to the touch, hot to the taste and sweet to his heart. How could he have ever wanted any other woman? They paled beside the natural abandon of this one who plucked at his shoulders while he sucked on her and licked her dry only to see how she creamed again in need of him.
He groaned and praised her. “That’s right, baby. Let me hear you. Let me feel you.”
She pushed her breasts together and thumbed her nipples, writhing, frantic.
He drove his hands beneath her ass and held her to his mouth as he dined on her. “I may never need another woman,” he heard himself say as he savored her swollen labia. Then, he sank his fingers inside her and scooped out her cream. “You are so sweet. Ever tasted yourself?”
She shook her head, her large eyes huge with expectation.
“Here.” He put two fingers to her lips. “Lick it off, honey.”
She laved his fingers, one by one, taking her sweet time. Then she sucked them both into her mouth and all the while, her beautiful purple eyes focused on his, then said, “Let me do the same for you.”
His mind blanked. His cock twitched. He caught her against him. “An offer I’ll never refuse.”
Chapter Three
She pushed him to his back and rolled over him, her thighs to either side of his, her wet cunt smack against his groin. “Wow. I can even feel how hot you are here.”
He traced the outline of her mouth. “Your pussy is burning up.”
She flexed, rubbing her juice into his skin. “Can I mark you with it?”
“Be my guest.”
She grinned at him, repeated the act and shimmied down to lie between his legs. He examined the ceiling, fighting for sanity, her warm breath skimming over his cock and balls as she took her sweet time looking him over. Finally, she wrapped her hand around his cock and he sighed. “Rex Martinez,” she cooed, “you are beautiful, sweetie. Red, white and blue. Like a Texas flag.”
He huffed. “You want to talk history or you want to give me some action?”
“Oh, I do. I do. But, um, gee.” She pumped him nice and slow so his teeth ground together. “Got to give praise where it’s due, don’t you think?”
“Honey.” He clamped a hand over hers and made her halt. “I think you’d better not squeeze me so hard.” He lifted his head to look down at her and grimace. “That leaves two choices. Either stroke me or suck me. Now.”
Her eyes danced, then she directed them to the item at hand. “I love how long you are.” She slid her palm up his cock. “How thick, too.” She wiggled her brows. “Got a few drops coming out for our party.” She promptly licked the fluid off his slit, her soft tongue eliciting a groan from him. “Really nice.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Nice? Hell. I’m dying here.”
He sank a hand in her hair, lost in her power over him.
She mewled, took all of his cock and sucked him.
He drove both fists into the bed. She had the strongest lips, persuasive and determined. He knew if she kept this up, he’d be coming in her mouth. Damn, if he’d let that happen right off the bat. He needed to show her a proper good time.
He sank a finger into the corner of her mouth. “Love this, darlin’, but I have got to fuck your pretty pussy.”
“Condoms?” she asked, looking up at him like a million dollars rode on his answer.
“I got ’em.”
She licked her lips, her breath fast and shallow. “How many?”
He chortled. Drove a hand through her blonde tresses. “Two? Three? Enough to do right by you. Now let me up.”
She rolled off him, but all he had to do was open the end table drawer. He’d stuffed the few he always carried with him in there when they had first moved in here, assuming then he’d never have the chance to use them with her. He’d also wrongly assumed he would have better self-control than to give in to the ache in his cock. And she? Well, she might have looked like she was interested in him, but she was so grouchy in the beginning, he thought she’d fight their attraction forever. And after the trial and her testimony, he figured she would go back to her life in Chicago and never give him a second thought.
That was then.
This was now and he had been wrong. So wrong about himself and her. And now, as he tore open the foil packet and she reached to take it from him and roll it on him, he marveled that she had blossomed into a sexpot.
And he?
What have you become, Martinez?
Hers?
Stunned by that idea, he watched her bite her lower lip as she concentrated, trying to put the rubber over his throbbing cock. He had to smile at her lack of dexterity. “Let me do the honors.” In two flicks, he had himself covered and ready to party. He gave her a silly grin and hauled her up against him, one hand covering one of her big breasts and positioning her cunt to straddle his leg again. “Rub that pussy on me once more. Let me know whose man I am.”