“Wouldn’t like to have to sit on that ass come Monday morning,” a deep voice said.
Tara stiffened and glared up over her shoulder at a grinning Sloan. Alex rolled her over, tucking the blanket around her. She snuggled back into his chest.
Sloan shook his head as he sat on the sofa opposite them. “Got to admit, you were tougher on her than I thought, old man. Of course she did deserve it.” He sent her a strict look and she resisted poking her tongue out at him. Barely.
“Us old guys know a thing or two,” Alex said without heat.
She glanced up at him.
“Am I forgiven?” she asked.
“Baby, you were forgiven the moment I got you back in my arms.”
Sloan groaned and stood. “Enough of that mushy stuff.” He pointed a finger at her. “Don’t you ever put your Dom through that again or I’ll hold you down while he wallops you.”
He wandered off towards the bar.
Alex winked at her. “I knew that would get rid of him.”
Tara giggled. During the next half an hour more of their friends stopped by to check up on her and give her a lecture about taking better care of herself and leaning on them. It sobered her to realize how worried everyone had been when she’d been shot.
“I didn’t realize they all cared about me so much,” she said in wonder after Roarke left.
“Of course they do, baby. They’re your family.”
She rubbed at her eyes, forcing back tears. “I guess they really are.”
“Tired?”
“A little.” She gazed up at him before wriggling off his lap and kneeling on the ground between his legs. “But there’s something I want to do. For you.”
He reached out and cupped her cheek. “Why don’t you hold that thought until we get home?”
She shook her head. “I can’t wait until then. I want to show you how much I love you. May I?”
“I’d be a fool to say no.”
Smiling, she reached out and undid his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear so it was easy to pull out his thick cock. She grasped the base of it with her hand.
Reaching down, she took the tip into her mouth, sucking and licking in turns as she pumped her hand up and down him.
“That feels so good, my sweet. Take a bit more. That’s it.”
Tara took more of him into her mouth, swallowing him down, loving the sound of his breath growing harsher, faster. It was a heady feeling, knowing she could do this to him.
“Faster, baby. That’s my girl. My good, sweet girl.”
Tara bobbed her head faster, sucking on him until her cheeks ached. She gently massaged his balls and he moaned loudly.
“I’m going to come, Tara.” His voice was filled with need, his breath coming in sharp, fast pants.
She made herself take as much of him as she could as he let out a low moan and shot his seed into her mouth. Tara quickly swallowed. She pulled back when he was finished, gulping in some deep breaths. Alex passed her the bottle of water and she took a few sips. Then he reached down and drew her up onto his lap so she was straddling him. Pulling her face down, he kissed her deeply.
“Thank you, baby.”
“No.” She shook her head. “Thank you. For coming for me. For saving me. For loving me.”
“You never have to thank me for that. Loving you is the best thing that ever happened to me.”