Somewhere in His Arms (35 page)

             
“You'll stay with me?”

             
Alec nodded and handed her the cup of orange juice. He watched as she bravely popped the pill into her mouth and washed it down. “There,” she grumbled, “satisfied?”

             
He laughed a little, mostly in relief. “Yes and no.”

             
“What's that supposed to mean?”

             
“Well, love,” he grinned up at her and took his finger and touched the tip of her adorable nose, “you steal the covers.”

             
“I
do
not!” she huffed and stuck her tongue out at him. “It's only because
you
wrap yourself up like a mummy. I might freeze to death if I don't take evasive action!”

             
The knot in his chest loosened and he pulled her down into his arms.
She was going to be just fine, ladies and gentlemen! Just fine.

Chapter Twenty-two

They remained in San Francisco for a week before Alec decided that if someone wanted to kill them, they would have done it by now. There hadn't been much sightseeing as Lucy had slept most of the time. She hadn't minded; for the first time in months she actually felt like her old self again.

             
She glanced over at the man sleeping beside her, looking adorably innocent in his sleep. He opened his eyes and his mouth curved into a lazy smile.

             
“Hello, wife,” he said softly.

             
She turned over on her side, facing him and folded her hands beneath her head. “Hello, sailor.”

             
He arched a splendid brow and grinned wickedly. “Are you flirting with me, wife?”

             
Lucy giggled. “Perhaps.” She gave him a saucy wink. “What are you going to do about it?”

             
Alec slid closer. “I can think of a few things,” he said huskily, reaching for her.

             
“Oh?” she turned over onto her back and entwined her arms about his neck. She drew his head down and kissed him lightly on the nose. She sighed as his arms slid beneath her and she gasped as her soft breasts pressed into his chest. Suddenly they were wearing too many clothes. “My love,” she murmured and pressed soft kisses over his face and neck. “I love you so.”

             
Alec closed his eyes in pleasure and unbuttoned her pajama top. He slipped his hand inside to tenderly cup a small breast and worked the nipple with his thumb until she cried out, arching her back while he lowered his head to savor the sweet flesh. “Darling,” he muttered hotly against her skin, drawing the taut little knob of flesh into his mouth. He sucked gently.

             
“Oh!” she gasped and slid her fingers into his hair, reveling in the feel of the silky strands. She cradled his head to her and moaned with delight at the velvety texture of his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. Her breath caught in her throat and she whimpered as he licked and laved until she could take no more. “Alec!” she cried softly. “Please!”

             
Alec groaned and helped her off with her pajamas and panties. Then he fumbled clumsily with his boxers and tossed them onto the floor without ceremony. He fell back onto the bed and clasped her greedily in his arms. His mouth swooped down, demanding, searching, wanting.

             
Lucy clutched him to her and took his mouth eagerly with her own. Their tongues twisted and entwined in a desperate dance. Her head fell back and his mouth devoured her slender throat and she whimpered at the delicious torture of his mouth drinking greedily from her breasts. Her hands slid over the firmly muscled back and down to his tight ass and cupped and caressed his flesh in loving possession. He cried out and moved over her, lowering his hips into the wet cradle of her thighs.

             
Her nails bit into the soft flesh of his back as he pressed his engorged flesh into hers. He impaled her with unhurried sweetness, and her mouth fell open on a strangled cry of excruciating pleasure. His mouth swooped down, his cries mingling with hers, and she closed her eyes at the exquisite feel of her husband filling her to the brim. When he didn't begin to move right away, her eyes opened to find him staring down at her with concern etched on his taut features.

             
“What's wrong?” she gasped.

             
Alec shook his head and touched his brow to hers. “Are you okay? Am I hurting you, love?”

             
Her hands cradled his dear face. He was shaking with his effort to be gentle. “I'm fine,” she smiled up at him. “It doesn't hurt anymore.” She drew his head down to hers and kissed him lovingly. “Love me, Alec.”

             
Alec groaned at the feel of her firm nipples burning into his chest and thrust into her, gasping at the way her tight flesh grasped him. “My wife,” he moaned, pushing carefully in and out. “My love, my life,” he rasped, lowering his mouth to suck on her tongue.

             
“Alec!” Lucy sobbed, arching her hips hungrily against his. His throbbing cock moved gently within her and suddenly it wasn't enough. He was taking his time with her, and she wanted more. “Alec,” she gasped, sliding her hands over his flexing ass, “harder! Please!” The ache between her thighs seemed to grow worse with his steady thrusts. She cupped him hard and tried to press him deeper. “Faster!”

             
“No!” he panted and kissed her again. “I'll hurt you, love.”

             
“I don't care!” she pleaded, lifting her slender thighs over his hips. “Oh, please!” she moaned and wriggled beneath him.

             
Alec cried out and to her delight, increased his pace, thrusting hard and deep, almost to the point of pain. Then he seemed to remember himself and slowed his hips.

             
She whimpered in protest and slid her tongue into his ear. “Oh, my darling,” she breathed, “I'm not going to break.”

             
“Lucy!” he cried in defeat, and thrust frantically into her. Her head fell back as he covered her throat and face with frantic kisses. “I love you!” he muttered fiercely.

             
Cries of pleasure caught in her throat and she clung to him, greedy for this...for him. His thrusts came hard, hot, and deep. Her lithe body answered his and she took him deeper and deeper still, her mouth uttering gasping sobs at the feel of his swollen flesh penetrating her painfully, pleasurably, sweetly. The sensations mounted and she held on to him for dear life, suddenly frightened of her impending orgasm.

              Then when she thought she couldn't possibly bear anymore, it happened. Unbearable rapture shot through her, and Lucy shuddered beneath his powerful body, sobbing his name. “Alec! Oh, Alec!” She winced; her orgasm seemed to go on and on until she thought she'd die from the sweet agony.

             
Alec lifted himself high above her and with several rapid thrusts, squirted hotly within his wife and sank upon her damp body, groaning his release.

             
They lay entwined in the aftermath of their passion, clinging to the other. Lucy's hands stroked his hair and his back, lingering tenderly upon the puckered scars. Every now and then she could feel his lips against her throat. “Alec?” she said after a while. “Are you all right?”

             
He groaned and shifted within her. “No.”

             
She smiled and wiggled her hips, reveling in his precious weight pressing her into the mattress. He groaned and settled deeper within her. “Don't,” came his muffled voice.

             
“But why?” Lucy whispered, kissing his shoulder. She sucked on his flesh, her tongue tasting sweat mingling with just a hint of soap. He groaned again and raised his head.

             
“What are you trying to do to me, wife? Kill me?” he muttered and his teeth lightly nipped her chin. “Isn't once enough?” he joked.

             
She wiggled her hips again, gasping in delight at his cock shifting deliciously within her. “You feel,” her eyes slid shut on a trembling breath, “so... nice.”

             
Do I now?” He grinned wickedly and circled his hips, groaning as her head fell back, her hair a tangled mass of black silk against the pillow, and her mouth opening on a sobbing gasp. Alec withdrew gently and slid back into her aching sweetness, eyeing her closely to gage her reaction, and groaned again when her teeth caught her lower lip. “Wife, you're so hot and sweet,” he muttered against her lips, urging her mouth open with his tongue and drinking deeply of that most honeyed confection.

             
She mewled into his mouth, shuddering at the overwhelming sensation of him--- hot and thick---stretching her to the point of pain. His tongue curled wetly around hers, stroking and catching her soft cries of pleasure. Alec moaned softly, sliding his hands along her silken thighs and drawing them up over his hips. They both cried out as he plunged even deeper and began to move.

             
He pressed his brow to hers. “All right?” he whispered.

             
“I-I think...so,” she panted, tightening her arms around him. “And…you?”

             
Alec moaned, his eyes meeting hers, and found himself drowning in twin pools of limpid black heat. “I...think... I'm dying,” he gasped, burying his hungry cock into her succulent flesh. He cried out, resisting the urge to ride her hard and fast when her nails raked down his back, but he lost all control when her small hands slid to his ass to pull him in deeper. “Sweetheart!” he groaned and thrust wildly into her. She stiffened, sobbing her love for him as she came. He could feel her orgasm rippling around him, her vagina squeezing with that most delectable of pleasures until he could bear no more, and came so violently his body jerked and convulsed with the force of it.

             
They lay panting in each other's arms, stroking and soothing with their lips and hands. Finally, with their passion spent they slept, limbs entwined...

* * *

             
The weeks flew by with no further word from Rudy about Reese. It seemed the man had dropped off the face of the earth. They didn't mind. Lucy and Alec took the opportunity to have a belated honeymoon.

             
“Once this is all over, “ he promised her one night over a dinner of filet mignon, “We’ll have ourselves a real honeymoon.”

             
Lucy smiled at him. “Where will we go?”

             
“Anywhere you want, love.” He reached across the table to grasp her hand. “We can stay in a little cottage just like this; Ireland's chock-full of them!”

             
“I'd like that,” she told him, and got up to fetch her surprise. “I've got a surprise for you,” she began shyly.

             
Alec grinned from ear to ear, feeling so damn happy he was certain that if he were to pop off this night, they'd have trouble prying the smile off his face. “What's the occasion?”

             
She giggled like a schoolgirl infatuated with her first crush and brought out the kidney pie she'd baked for him. She placed it carefully on the table in front of him. “Can you guess what it is?”

             
Alec peered down at what appeared to be an ordinary pie. But on closer inspection, the aroma was fast reminding him of what he'd long missed about home. He glanced up at his wife. “Is that what I think
it
is?”

             
Lucy laughed and took a knife and cut him a piece. “Kidney pie!” She placed it on a plate for him and sat down, watching him with some trepidation. She'd asked Rudy what Alec' s favorite foods were and he'd mentioned meat pies. It had taken several attempts and numerous recipes before she felt comfortable enough to serve it to her beloved. “You
do
like kidney pie, don't you?”