Romanced by the Malones (Haven, Texas) Read online

  “Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight, kitten.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “Are you comfortable?”

  “Well, my bottom isn’t too happy.” She wiggled around.

  “Ah, but that’s part of your punishment,” he drawled. “What about the rest of you? Your back? Legs? All okay?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good girl.”

  He walked over to the closet. Reaching in, he drew out a handheld clit vibrator.

  Perfect.

  Turning, he saw her eyes widen as she took in what he held. “This is one of your favorites, isn’t it, kitten?”

  “Oh, yes, Master. It is.”

  He knelt on the bed between her legs and turned it on. Felt her tense. Knew her excitement was building. Then he placed it against her clit. She moaned, jumping slightly.

  “Master, so good.” She closed her eyes.

  He gave her inner thigh a slight smack. “No closing your eyes. I want you to look at me. I want to see your eyes as you come.”

  “Yes, Master.” She opened her eyes. Her face was growing flushed, her breath coming faster as he held the vibrator to her clit.

  “Play with your nipples, baby. As long as they’re not hurting.”

  She reached up and cupped her breasts then lightly ran her thumbs over her tight nubs.

  “Please, may I come?” she begged, her cheeks flushed.

  “Not yet.”

  She let out a small whimper. “Master, please.”

  “No, this is part of your punishment for going outside in the dark, without letting anyone know where you were. And for holding things back from me.”

  He sensed she was close and pulled the vibrator away from her clit.

  “No!” she cried out, throwing her head back with a frustrated groan. He wouldn’t do this too long, not wanting her to get too agitated. But there had to be some punishment for her actions today and he didn’t think ten swats on her ass was going to do the trick.

  He placed the tickler back on her clit. Soon, she was begging again.

  “Please, Master. Please.”

  “Please what?” he asked.

  “Please, may I come? I need to come so badly.”

  “You may,” he told her.

  She cried out, her eyes closing for a second before she obviously remembered his order and opened them again. She stared at him as she found her pleasure. Her mouth dropped open, a low moan filling the room as her cheeks grew flushed.

  So damn beautiful.

  He turned the vibrator off, not wanting to overstimulate her clit. Placing it on the bedside table to clean later, he leaned in and kissed his way up her belly. Moving so he knelt next to her, he bent down and suckled on one nipple then the other.

  “May I touch you, Master?” she asked.

  “You may, kitten.”

  She reached down and took firm hold of his cock. Then she ran her hand up to the end of the shaft, rubbing her thumb over the slit.

  Christ. Damn. She was killing him. Several tugs of her hand later and he knew he couldn’t take anymore. He took gentle hold of her hand, stilling her.

  “Fuck, baby, that’s enough. No more.”

  She gave him a sad look but removed her hand immediately this time.

  “I want to come inside you. And I’m not going to last for more than a few pumps if you keep doing that.”

  She grinned. “We can’t have that. What happened to that Malone stamina?”

  “It’s no match for you, my sexy kitten. Do you think a kitten can ride a cowboy?”

  Her eyes danced. “She can give it a damn good try.”

  Alec helped her onto her knees then lay down on his back. With his hands on her hips to steady her, she swung a leg over his body, straddling him.

  “Ride me, kitten.”

  “With pleasure, Master,” she purred.

  Grasping hold of his dick, she guided it into her warmth. His eyes practically rolled back in his head at the feel of her pussy around his hard shaft.

  She took him deep then remained still, both of them catching their breath. Then she moved. And he was lost. Up and down. Slow movements guaranteed to drive him insane.

  “Damn, baby. Damn. You feel so fucking good.”

  “So do you.” She flicked her strawberry-blonde hair over one shoulder. She looked like a fucking goddess. And he couldn’t get enough of her.

  He wanted to drive his way into her. But this was her show right now. He was letting her have control.

  Much as that fucking killed him.

  “Baby, you feel like heaven. Damn.”

  “Feels so good,” she moaned. She moved faster. And that was it for him.

  He was close. It was a wonder he’d lasted this long. His balls complained about his efforts to keep himself from coming after just a few pumps.

  Damn it was hard though. He could feel the sweat gathering on his brow.

  Just a few more seconds.

  “Kitten, I’m gonna come.”

  “Yes, please,” she cried, moving faster. He could feel her pulsating around him as she came. Grabbing hold of her hips, he pushed himself deep, yelling loudly as he reached that peak and crashed over.

  Thank fuck no one else was in the house

  Breathing heavily, wishing he didn’t have to leave the softness of her pussy, but knowing she needed to rest, he drew her gently against him then rolled them both onto their sides, so they were facing each other. As he slid free, they both moaned.

  “I don’t want it to end,” she complained.

  “Me neither, baby.” He leaned in and kissed her gently. “That was fucking amazing. You are incredible. My beautiful, precious wife.”

  He brushed her hair behind her head as she smiled up at him, her face filled with joy. This is the way she should always look. Satisfied. Happy.

  He drew back and she let out a whimper, reaching for him. His insides turned warm.

  Fuck. This woman. She had the power to bring him to his knees. He’d be devastated if anything happened to her. He nipped her lower lip.

  “I’m gonna go get a washcloth to clean you up. I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay.”

  He grabbed the vibrator on his way and quickly cleaned it in the sink, then wet a washcloth. Returning, he saw her watching him. He helped her sit up against the pillows.

  “Part your legs,” he commanded.

  Her cheeks went red. No matter how many times he did this for her, she still blushed. It was cute as fuck. She slid her legs apart and he cleaned her thoroughly before chucking the cloth in the clothes hamper.

  “I’m going downstairs to get a drink. Would you like something to eat? Drink?”

  “No, I’m all right.”

  He climbed off the bed. “You sure, baby?”

  “Hmm. You know, maybe I could have a little something.” She rubbed her tummy.

  “What do you want?”

  “Could you make me a hot chocolate?”

  “Of course. Anything else?”

  “Can you make it with caramel creamer. And whipped cream. And chocolate sprinkles.”

  He grimaced at all that sugar but simply nodded and walked towards the door.

  “Oh, and can I have a chocolate sprinkle sandwich?”

  “Are you sure?” He turned at the doorway.

  “Hmm. That is a lot of sweet stuff. Maybe I’ll have some potato chips on the side.”

  “All right. That’s everything?” he checked.

  “Yeah. I think so. Oh, wait.”

  He paused and turned back.

  “Love you.”

  He shook his head. “Love you too, brat.”

  Mia clapped her hands as Alec walked into the bedroom with a tray of food in his hands. It held her salty and sweet snacks as well as a sandwich and a bowl of chopped fruit.

  “What’s with the roast beef sandwich and fruit?”

  “They’re for me. Someone wore me out; I need the calories.” He winked at her as he sat
facing her and placed the tray between them on the bed.

  He handed her plate to her, which she rested on her tummy. Something it was useful for. Grabbing her chocolate sprinkle delicacy, she took a big bite then wrinkled her nose.

  “Something wrong?”

  “It’s not quite right.” She picked up a chip and an idea came to her. Separating the bread, she placed the chips inside then pressed the top slice back down.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Making the most delicious thing in the world,” she told him.

  He shook his head. “I’d swear you were drunk if I didn’t know better.”

  “Maybe I’m drunk on orgasms.”

  His eyes filled with heat as he took her in, sitting naked on the bed eating a chocolate and potato chip sandwich. “Maybe.”

  She took a bite and then moaned in pleasure. “Damn, I’m a culinary genius.”

  “Really?” He gave her a skeptical look.

  “Uh-huh.” She ate some more.

  “Give me a taste.”

  “No,” she growled, pulling it back, away from him.

  He held up his hands. “Okay, baby. If you don’t want to share, you don’t have to. I’ll go back to eating mine.”

  Good. She polished it off then picked up her hot chocolate.

  “Here, eat some fruit.” He held out a piece of apple.

  She pressed her lips together. She didn’t want apple. She wanted her hot chocolate.

  “Mia, you have to counteract all that sugar.”

  “That’s what the chips were for,” she pointed out.

  “Three pieces. Then you can drink your hot chocolate.”

  She gave an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. Wait. There’re no bananas in there, are there?”

  “Of course not.” He gave her an offended look. Early on they’d discovered that just the smell of bananas set off her morning sickness. She’d nearly taken Raid’s head off when he’d walked into the kitchen eating one when she was in her third month of pregnancy.

  Bananas. The Devil’s work.

  He placed the piece of apple in her mouth. Hmm. That was kind of sexy. And from the way his eyes lit up, she knew he thought the same. A grape was popped into her mouth. Then another piece of apple. But she shook her head when he tried to feed her more.

  “Full.”

  While she drank her hot chocolate, he cleaned everything up and took their plates downstairs. She put the empty cup down. Okay, maybe that had been a bit much sugar. She rubbed her tummy, feeling slightly sick.

  Alec strode back in as she was attempting to heave herself off the bed.

  “Bathroom break?”

  “Yep. This will be trip number seventy-three for the day,” she grumbled as she waddled into the bathroom and took care of business. She washed her face and brushed her teeth as well before moving back into the room.

  Alec had pulled back the covers and laid a towel down on her side of the bed.

  She raised her eyebrows. “Are you worried that I’ll pee the bed?”

  “Hmm.” He rubbed his chin. “Now that you mention it . . .”

  She whacked him lightly on the chest. “Not funny.”

  “Sorry, Calamity Jane.” He kissed the top of her head. “I thought I’d give you a back massage.”

  Excitement flooded her. “Really?”

  “Yep. Why don’t you lie down on the bed, facing away from me,” he suggested, helping her get into place. “And let’s put your maternity pillow in front of you so you’re more comfortable.”

  Her maternity pillow was huge and was an upside-down L. It went down between her legs and then she could lie her head on the bottom of the L.

  She heard a squirting noise and then oil was spread on her back. Then he started the massage.

  It. Was. Heaven.

  5

  “All right, everyone listen up.” Alec gazed at his brothers as they sat or stood around his office. Except for Tanner, who was lying on his back on the floor, his hat resting over his face.

  “Tanner, you alive?” he bit out.

  Tanner gave him a thumbs-up.

  “What’s up with him?” Alec asked the rest of them. “Why doesn’t he use words anymore to communicate? Last night when he texted me, he just used images. I couldn’t even understand what he was saying. It sounded like he wanted a fruit salad.”

  “They’re called emojis, old man,” Raid informed him. “Have you been living under a rock for the last decade?”

  “You know Big Dog isn’t into technology,” Butch told Raid. “If he could, he’d still be using a landline phone.” They snickered.

  Alec rolled his eyes. “You guys are hilarious. You should take it on the road.”

  “The ladies certainly like it. If you know what I mean.” Butch wriggled his eyebrows up and down.

  “Hard not to,” West said wryly. “You’re not exactly subtle.”

  “Let me translate for you,” Raid said. “The eggplant represents a dick. The peach represents an ass. And the winky face with the tongue out—”

  “All right, I think I’ve got it,” Alec interrupted quickly. “Jesus, Tanner.”

  Tanner held his hands up in a shrug.

  Alec rubbed his forehead. “Should I be worried that he’s not talking?”

  “Nah,” Beau said with a grin. “He’s just sad. His heart got broken.”

  Tanner gave him the finger.

  Alec closed his eyes. Sometimes he wondered what he’d done in another life that he’d been given the responsibility of keeping this bunch alive and out of jail. The only ones who weren’t trouble were West and Jaret. Except there was something going on with Jaret ever since he’d caught his girlfriend cheating on him. Although, Maddox had calmed down lately. Shit. Something else to worry about.

  But one thing at a time.

  “I called you all in here to talk about Mia,” he told them.

  Beau sat forward, suddenly serious. “Is she okay? Is it about what happened last night?”

  “She’s fine. And, yeah, it’s about what happened last night.”

  Everyone now looked concerned and even Tanner had removed his hat from his face.

  Alec looked around at them all. “You need to start flirting with her again. Right, that’s it. You can all go.”

  They stared at him.

  “Um, I’ve never flirted with her,” West pointed out.

  “Not you. But the rest of you. Flirt with my wife, please.”

  “That’s not something I ever thought I would hear coming out of your mouth,” Jaret said with a smirk. “Do you maybe want to expand on that?”

  “I mean, I’m all for flirting with Mia, but yeah, this seems a bit out of character,” Butch added. “You feeling okay?”

  “Maybe he’s had a stroke,” Raid said. “I heard it can happen when you’re old.”

  “Jesus, I’m not that fucking old,” Alec snapped at them. “Listen, Mia is feeling out of sorts. She doesn’t feel like herself. And she thinks because she’s pregnant that she isn’t desirable.”

  “What the fuck?” Beau snapped.

  “You doing something about that?” West asked with a fierce scowl.

  “Course I am.”

  “Explains the text last night,” Maddox said with understanding. “Any room in particular that we should fumigate?”

  Alec shot him a look. Smart ass.

  “Just flirt with her again, okay? Keep things as normal as possible.”

  “Ten-four, rubber ducky,” Raid said.

  “Over and out, Big Doggy,” Butch added.

  Yep. This was definitely his punishment for something horrendous in a former life.

  As they all started to leave, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He knew he shouldn’t ask, but . . .

  “Jaret, there a why your hair is green?”

  Everyone started snickering, except for West and Jaret.

  Jaret scowled. “Some bastard put green hair dye in my shampoo, and when I find out who it is, I’m going to kill
him.”

  They all burst into laughter.

  Dear. Lord.

  Mia paused and tried to stretch out her lower back. She was feeling tired today and a bit cranky. It was bad timing, since she was supposed to be having a girls’ night tonight. And she knew that if Alec thought she wasn’t well enough, he’d pull the plug.

  She was meeting up with some friends at Molly’s house and she couldn’t wait. Flick was going as well. Mia finally managed to convince her to leave the wedding planning for a moment by drawing the emotional, pregnant lady card.

  Hey, being pregnant had to be good for something, right?

  She continued to rub her back as she walked into the kitchen and switched on the electric kettle. Maybe a cup of tea would help. And a heating pad. Argh, the heating pad was all the way upstairs though. She’d been using it last night.

  Hmm, perhaps a cookie would be just as good. She opened the head of the Santa cookie jar that Flick had bought for her. Chocolate chip. Yes! It wasn’t homemade but it would do. She set the cookie down on a plate then grabbed a cup and tea bag.

  The door that led into the mudroom opened and in bounced Raid. “Mia! Looking mighty fine today, darlin’.”

  She looked down at herself. She was wearing a maternity dress with leggings. Mighty fine might be a bit of a stretch.

  “Hey, you’re in a good mood.”

  “Sure am, darlin’. Tonight, my brothers and I are headed out. It’s Christmas season, best time of the year. I got my health. Got my family. Got my good looks.” He winked at her. “Things are mighty fine.”

  She rolled her eyes as she made her tea. He headed to the Santa cookie jar, opening it and rooting around with his hand.

  Mia added some sugar to her tea.

  “Aw, man, there’s no cookies left.”

  Took him long enough to work that out. She sat at the table with her tea and cookie. Raid looked at the cookie then at the cookie jar then to the cookie.

  “Miiiiaaaa, lovely, lovely Mia,” he sang as he grabbed a chair turning it so he sat on it backwards.

  “Yes, Raid?” she asked sweetly as she picked up the cookie.

  “Have I mentioned how mighty fine you look today?”

  “You have.” She placed the cookie over the cup of tea. His gaze zeroed in on the cookie. If there was one thing Raid loved above all else, it was food.