Tied Up in Knots (Marshals 3)

He made love to me with his mouth, with his tongue, and I in turn rode him, lifting and lowering, impaling myself over and over, rocking into him until he was buried to the hilt one second and almost free the next.

“Oh God, you feel good,” he said thickly, sounding drunk as I grabbed hold of his shoulders so I could lever down harder, deeper, and faster. “Fuck yourself on my dick.”

In minutes I no longer cared who saw us or who came in. There was only Ian moving inside of me and working my cock with one hand as he anchored me to him with the other. He’d leave bruises, as tight as he was holding on, and between what I could feel in my heart and the erotic counterpoint of my muscles greedily fisting around him, I climaxed seconds later in a rush of euphoria that for a split second was blinding.

He cupped my face in his hands again and kissed me like I was food, air, all of it, voracious in his attention, sucking on my tongue so I couldn’t pull away. He reached for my legs and wrapped them around his hips, toppling me onto my back fast and easy.

He rolled forward, draped my legs over his arms, and pounded down into me, the pumping lasting only seconds before his body tightened and he came.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised as he released my legs and found my mouth, kissing me deeply, at the same time shoving both hands under my ass, kneading, squeezing, not ready to let me go. “Always.”

I stared up at him, at the man I loved.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he whispered before he kissed me and then hugged me. Tight.

Ian was a good hugger, the best, because he always gave me his whole heart when he did it. I could always feel his body settle, and breathe.

“What was that?” he asked abruptly, breaking the spell.

“I don’t hear—” But there was suddenly the jingle of keys in the lock on the front door. “Oh crap!”

Ian slid gently from my body and kissed me one last time.

“Are you guys here?” Liam bellowed as he came through the door. He’d been watching Chickie all day, and by the sound of it, had brought him back.

I dived down on the side of the bed as Ian popped up and leaned over the railing.

“You guys need to learn to knock,” he yelled down from the loft.

“And your boyfriend needs to learn not to take what isn’t his.”

“I’m sorry?” I said, offended as I stood, wrapped up in a sheet from the bed, and moved over next to Ian so I could stare down at him.

Unfortunately, Janet was there, too, as was Aruna, carrying Sajani, and both women were looking up at me with wide eyes, judgment all over their faces.

“What?” I barked at them. “This is my house.”

“And you’re allowed to get your freak on whenever you like,” Aruna assured me as Sajani called my name and waved. “But how pervy do you feel right now?” she asked as Sajani started waving at Ian too.

I groaned.

“I feel like a god,” Ian announced, as Janet snickered, Liam rolled his eyes and went to put groceries down in the kitchen, and Chickie tore up the stairs to us.

Aruna nodded. “Good for you, Irish,” she said, giving him the thumbs-up.

He gave her his killer grin, and I left to change as Chickie darted by me on his way to Ian.

“Get off the bed!” The all-powerful god ordered his dog to absolutely no avail.

I TRIED to give Aruna cash for the groceries, but she fought me, as usual, and even when I shoved the money in Liam’s back pocket, she took it out.

“I feel like a stripper,” he said.

“I could see that,” I told him.

“Over my dead body,” Aruna assured me.

“Take the money,” I ordered her.

One eyebrow lifted and I gave up. “I’m putting it in Sajani’s college fund.”

“Now that is a good idea,” she conceded as she began doing the prep, issuing orders to Liam and Ian as I helped with the chopping and cutting, and Janet sat on a bar stool in the kitchen and ate ranch dip and veggies.

Every time Liam got close to me, Aruna gave him another task.

“But I have something to say to Miro,” he growled.

“After you go through their fridge and make room for everything I’m going to be putting in there, as well as figuring out the best place to put the cooler for the drinks, you can.”

He wasn’t happy and nearly yanked the fridge’s door off the hinges when he opened it. I glanced at Aruna, who rolled her eyes and shrugged. Clearly whatever it was, was not life or death.

Ian eventually took Sajani and Chickie for a walk, and as soon as the door closed, Liam, who was pacing back and forth in the living room, started in on me.