Alpha Me Not (27 page)

“Get busy, missy. I am in a
big
hurry.”

The saucy grin she shot him fueled his cock to near ignition. Swinging her hips, she ambled over to the fridge to retrieve the leftovers. He swatted her ass as she swayed by and then headed out the back door.

Joe didn’t bother to turn on any outside lights but worked as darkness descended, took the tarp off the tub, started the water, and set the temperature to 103. The oriental lantern string strung along the low-hanging oak branches came on automatically as the last rays of the sun vanished. The sweet pea blossoms once again ruled the eve. Somewhere in the distance a nightingale warbled a poignant tune.

While he dreaded the conversation with Fay in the morning, they’d definitely made progress today. In more ways than one. Susie had come that much closer to accepting his claim. She’d actually talked about the possibility of a kid.

Fuck.

A girl baby.

No fucking way.

He’d be a basket case before she started crawling.

While Gran-gran had been great in every way, he’d always envied those who had large families. Like Coach Tommy, who plucked him from the sidelines and welcomed him into the heart of the brawling, gregarious Irish Sloan clan. Sam O’Reilly had done the same.

He wanted the whole shebang—kids, quarrels, noisy lingering meals, Christmas morning filled with bright-eyed tots. Male cubs. No females.

Susie did indeed walk with a heavy tread; her bare feet swished across the backyard. He glanced up, and the oxygen left his brain. She wore one of his shirts made of soft denim, sleeves rolled to the elbows, with only the last button done.

The material parted in a loving caress with each stride. Her nipples played hide-and-seek with the fabric, and from thirty yards away he could inhale her arousal. A wide grin claimed his mouth.

“Hope you don’t mind.” She gestured to the shirt.

“Babe, you can wear anything of mine anytime you want. But I much prefer if you wear me. Did you shower?” Raven, damp tendrils clung to her cheeks.

“I was sweaty after the run.” He took the white wine bottle and the two glasses she carried and set them on the corner ledge. “Didn’t know hot tub rules.”

“No way. You haven’t been in one before.” Man, had he lucked out. “I have a shower right over there. You know clean off before and after. I would’ve loved to soap you clean.”

“That means you need to be soaped.” She rested her palms on his T-shirt. “I have a suggestion for my penalty box time.”

“And what might that be?”

She set her chin just so, and her nostrils quivered. Fuck. She was right on the edge.

“Why, instruction, of course.”

“Instruction?” The sultry, sinful smile she wore zinged right to his cock.

“Teach me how to give the perfect blowjob.”

Chapter Twelve

Susie had the big bad mercenary stumped.

Wearing a wide smile, she tipped Joe’s mouth closed and arched a brow. “How’s that for a penalty?”

He threw back his head and laughed. Roared.

Jamming her hands on her hips, she craned her neck and bit back a curse. “And what is so damned funny? I’ll have you know that’s the first time I’ve even said those words aloud, and your reaction doesn’t do anything for a gal’s ego.”

In two seconds she was high against his chest. “Not laughing at you. At me.”

A tad appeased, Susie waited for his hoots to subside. “And how is it that you’re laughing at yourself?”

“If you so much as come near my dick with your very sinful mouth, I’ll lose it in a heartbeat. Not going there until we’ve fucked like bunnies for at least two months.” He rubbed their noses together.

“Two months? Are you insane? If you think I’m going to wait two months when I’ve been thinking about it nonstop since I first saw you by the pool, you’ve got another think coming.”

His dark eyes took on a golden hue, and he winked. “Forty-five days.”

Crossing her arms, she retorted, “Three hours.”

“What?” He snorted. “That’s not how a negotiation works.”

“Fine.” There was more than one way to be a cocksucker. Susie slipped the shirt back to reveal her breast. She traced the outline of her areola and rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

He swallowed, but his gaze never left her circling motion. She pinched the engorged peak, tugging at the tip. “You know how wet I’m getting right now. My pussy’s tingling. All I can think about is running my tongue over your cock. I want to explore that fascinating slit on the top. I want to see when that silky drop first emerges. Fifteen minutes.”

Biting back a smile when he didn’t react for a second and then blinked rapidly before licking his lips, she crooned, “I’ve been yearning to see you come, to watch your cock thicken and spurt. To know what you taste like. Are you salty, Joe? Musky? Spicy? I’m guessing all three, and I can’t wait for my lips to be shiny and wet like yours are after you lick my pussy. The last time you had my cream all over your nose. It was sexy as all heck.”

“Deal.” He slid her down his body. “Have to shower first. In the tub. Naked.”

Susie barely refrained from beating her chest and howling. Knowing better than to utter a word in the face of such a huge concession, she fumbled with the lone, blasted button, gave up, popped the shirt open, and shrugged it off. She climbed into the tub and sank to her chin in the warm, swirling water. Creamy bubbles dotted the surface, and it smelled of a hint of ginger.

A string of lanterns in the shape of pumpkins hung in the branches above the shower. They gave off a faint orangey glow, and she glided along the tub’s smooth bench to get a better view of Joe showering. He had lathered his hair and was working up a fine foam on his back.

Suddenly he turned to face her.

Their gazes met.

He widened his stance and thrust his hips forward. His erection bobbed between sinewy, powerful thighs. Working in small circles, he massaged the soap lower and lower, and his fingers tangled with the dark curls at his groin.

She salivated, unable to take her focus from those thick fingers. Her pulse soared when he grasped the base of his cock and stroked himself, pulling the foreskin up and over the crown and running it back down taut. The slick, glistening head winked at her.

Leaning over the tub’s rim, she squinted to see better through the shadows. He cupped his balls, soaped each globe, and palmed the rigid length of his thickening erection. She held her breath.

Abruptly he turned around and yanked on the shower knob. The spray beat the foam from his back, he jerked the knob, and the water stopped.

His feet squelched on the grass. His gaze found hers, and his mouth flattened. He walked to the tub and set his hands on either side of her head.

“Look at me.”

His low growl snaked a shiver over the one shoulder peeking out of the water. She leaned back. A delicious bolt of excitement struck her from head to toes. Anticipation and a tiny bit of fear had her struggling to inhale.

“Remember. You asked for this.”

She nodded.

He climbed into the tub and dunked under the water. When he rose, the liquid sluiced his butt and thighs, dripping from the light hair dusting his bulging quadriceps. He turned around, and the tip of his erect cock brushed her lips. Giddy, she reached for him.

“No.”

She went to stand.

He pushed her down.

“Sit there.” He pointed to the bench.

Complying, she frog stepped and sat.

“Turn around. Face outside.”

Susie frowned but obeyed albeit slowly.

What did he intend?

With her back to him, she couldn’t see what he did, and jumped when the jets came on with a low rumble.

“Easy.” He massaged the bridge of her shoulder. “Shift to the right.”

She tried to glance over her shoulder, but he cupped the back of her head to prevent the action.

“Straddle the seat.”

The tub had a series of different seats, some reclined, some straight. This one was backward with a gap between it and the tub’s wall, and when she did as he ordered, the lush pines of Hallie Forest Preserve came into view. The back of the chair ended halfway up her spine and was at a forty-five-degree angle to the hot tub. In that position the jets pounded her breasts and tickled her clit.

He adjusted something, the seat tilted to a sharper angle, and the water thrummed her entire exposed pussy. At first the sensation had her bowed, too powerful and too exquisite all at once.

She grabbed on to the tub’s rim.

Joe climbed between her outstretched hands and sat facing her. His cock bobbed across her lips. “Open wide.”

A frisson of fear clenched at her belly. Tentatively she opened her mouth.

“Wider.” He did something, the jets doubled in intensity, and the chair inclined closer to a pulsing spout.

Oh God. She opened her mouth to protest, and he thrust inside forcibly.

His dick strained her mouth and stretched her jaw; she fought the automatic gag reflex. The water battered her aching nipples, her throbbing clit. It was too much to bear. He was too huge. The jets had her on the verge. She grabbed his thighs. He captured her wrists in one hand and caressed her throat.

Gradually her lips stopped stinging from the pressure of his cock, and his rhythmic working of her throat somehow alleviated the choking pressure.

His knees widened her thighs. He hit another switch.

The jets exploded, battering her clit in a direct machine-gun pounding.

She climaxed on the spot. Her pussy clenched in quick, sharp bursts, the rapid-fire, acute sensations exquisite to the point of pain. He freed her hands, and she clung to his thighs, desperate for an anchor.

Joe pinched her nipples, and her waning orgasm spiraled higher, her clit afire, the shooting stream of water hammering her swollen labia. Her rigid jaw relaxed. Slowly, oh so slowly, he slid in and out of her mouth.

He changed the depth of penetration with each stroke.

A half of him. Three quarters. Back to half. His pace increased.

And all the while he kept her thighs spread wide and inched the chair closer to the pummeling jets. One orgasm whirled into another and another. Her pussy fisted and contracted and spasmed.

He cupped the back of her head and drove in so far she gagged slightly. Immediately he pulled back.

She grabbed his ass, held him fast, and sucked, and closed her eyes when warm liquid flooded her mouth.

Curling over her, he shuddered and his hands firmed on her back.

His cock surged and his fingers bit into her flesh when his whole body spasmed in short, severe jerks. Hot breath from his ragged panting skittered along one exposed shoulder. Beneath her palms, his quads twitched erratically.

“Susie.” She loved that his deep rumble growled the word with a slight waver, her name sounding like a benediction of some sort.

He eased out of her mouth. A drop of his sperm caught on the side of her lip. She licked at it and smiled like a fool in love.

“What’s that self-satisfied grin about?” He rolled onto a reclining bench on the left and pulled her on top of him.

“I was right,” she declared, unable to keep the smugness from her voice. “Salty, musky, and spicy with a dollop of Joe.”

He chuckled and combed the wet strands of her hair. “Dollop of Joe. I could get used to that.”

“My first blowjob. How’d I do?” Susie rubbed a slight crack at the corner of her lips. She’d always considered her mouth too wide. Wrong.

Twirling a finger around the rim of her ear, he replied, “Oh. A solid C. Definite room for improvement.”

She smacked him on the shoulder.

“I lost it at the end, there.” He cradled her chin and met her gaze. “Did I hurt you?”

“Hurt? No. It, well you are ginormous as I’ve said before, so it was a little uncomfortable at first. But you know practice makes perfect. I’ve never gotten any grade lower than an A plus.” Susan arched a brow. “You may have noticed I’m a tad on the competitive side.”

Joe guffawed. “A tad? Babe, that’s the understatement of infinity.”

She preened, gave him an under-the-lashes peek, and lowered her voice. “Of course, nothing improves a grade better than a ton of practice exercises.”

The dimpled smile he flashed had her insides fluttering.

“You know the exact way to a man’s heart.”

“Yes, sir. Food.”

“Food.” He gifted her with another bad-boy grin. “Food. Replenish energy for round two. Good idea.”

“Round two? I like the sound of that.” Susie pushed off his chest.

“Where’re you going?” He snatched at her hand.

“Shower off?”

“Gypsy, you and I are attached at the hip for the rest of the night. You go nowhere except in my arms.”

And he more than lived up to that statement. They showered in the open, which felt deliciously wicked. He carried her to the house, towel-dried her, and that led to dinner on his lap, totally nude.

He made love to her twice more. The first time, they tussled all the way through, play fighting, and tickling. She objected when he licked her toes. He purred when she explored his ears.

By the time she fell asleep, Susie was totally, completely in love, convinced she could reform his alpha ways and groom him into a man capable of compromising.

* * * *

Joe woke her up by sliding his tongue over her clit. She had to admit it was a good way to begin the day. After they made love, Joe told her to linger in bed. He wanted to meet with Fay Ward before breakfast.

Susie dozed after he’d left and woke to see the clock registered nine thirty. Hurrying, she showered and dressed. Cooked the breakfast she’d meant to do the day before and finished right as the doorbell rang.

Nabbing a dollop of cream with a finger, she practiced different licks to clean the digit. She opened the door wearing a wide smile.

“Someone got woken up properly.” Tate winked at her.

“Shut your face. I don’t want to even think about that. She’s my sister, for chrissake.” Scruffy-jawed, eyebrows gathered into a black line, Gray scowled at Tate and pushed right past the two of them. “Where’s the food? I could eat an elephant.”