Hale Series Boxed Set

by Marie James

  “It’s normally me begging for you, Hale.” I tease, stating the obvious.

  “I’ll take you any way I can get you, Angel.” He moans, when I tighten my grip once more.

  Leaning in and almost touching my lips to his, I whisper, “Topping from the bottom I see.”

  His grin is contagious but short lived when I slant my lips over his, taking his mouth in a hard kiss. My tongue slips past his lips and this time the groan comes from me.

  Three weeks I’ve been denied his touch. Three weeks I’ve longed to feel his warm, wet mouth on mine. The unpredicted reunion is better than I ever could’ve hoped for.

  The feel of his hand as it reaches up and caresses my cheek mid-kiss sends waves of chills down my spine, activating my body, allowing it to soften and grow wet at the promise of Garrett’s imminent invasion.

  My grip in his hair has turned less aggressive as I cling to the back of his head and pull him closer, deepening the kiss. The gentle stroke of his thumb on my face calms me, forcing me to reduce my aggressive attack on his mouth. His gentle licking inside my mouth persuades me to soften.

  I pull away from his lips and rest my forehead against his, opening my eyes to stare into his beautiful amber eyes. A wounded sob escapes my lips and I force my eyes closed.

  “Angel?” His soft pleading whisper causes another whimper. “Alexa, open your eyes.”

  I shake my head, telling him I’m not able to look him in the eye.

  “Am I too late? Have I ruined us?” The devastation in his voice forces my eyes open. His head is hung low as he releases a strangled sigh. Resignation.

  I softly grip his cheek and gently force his face up. The look on his face shocks me. I’ve never seen him as vulnerable as he is right now.

  “Garrett.” I whisper

  “I love you, Alexa. I understand if I’ve caused too much damage.” He attempts to pull his face from my hand. I don’t allow it.

  I sigh and give him a soft smile.

  “I’ve missed you,” I admit to him. “I’ve fantasized a hundred times that you’d show up here and profess your love for me.” I clear my throat, choking back another round of intense emotion. “I can’t decide if you’re real.”

  He reaches up with both hands, one on either side of my face. “I’m real, Angel.” He leans and brushes his lips against mine. “Feel me.”

  He plants a tender kiss to my closed mouth and trails his soft lips down my chin. I tilt my head, giving him more access to my neck. He licks my pulse point and nips at my shoulder. “I’m real and I’m not going anywhere.” He gently sucks the spot behind my ear sending a jolt of electricity to my core and cold chills over my entire body.

  “You cold, Angel?” He pulls his head away and looks in my eyes, apparently noticing my pimpled flesh. His grin tells me he’s well aware that if anything my body is beginning to overheat.

  As much as my body yearns for him, the tired look in his eyes draws my attention. I reach up and run my fingers under his eye, gently touching the darkened skin. He closes his eyes and leans into my hand. “You look so tired, Garrett.”

  He gives me a sheepish smile. “I haven’t slept very well these past couple of weeks.”

  I nod my head in agreement. “Me either.” I tug his chin and kiss his lips when he leans in to me. “Take me to bed, Garrett.” I demand as I nuzzle my cheek against his jaw, my body seductively stimulated by the course feel of his stubble.

  “Alexa,” he sighs. “As much as I’d love to, I’m not so selfish that I’d risk hurting you.”

  “I want you to make love to me, I’m sure as much as you do, but that’s not what I want. I want to snuggle up to you and sleep.” I release his face and pull the protective layer the afghan had given me back and toss it on the couch. “I’ve needed your arms around me for weeks. Please stay?”

  His eyes soften and in that moment I can not only see but feel the love he has for me. My heart rate jumps. So this is what it feels like to not only love someone for the first time for that love to be returned. I never want to go back.

  Garrett stands in front of me and stretches his arms over his head, revealing the hard expanse of his lower abdominal muscles. My eyes land on the glorious outline of his thick erect cock. I lick my lips and hear him groan when he watches as I eye fuck his crotch.

  “I am on a semi-liquid diet.” I inform him never taking my eyes from him, his cock jumps at my words.

  I hear him growl in frustration. He leans over, placing a hand on either arm of the recliner and leans in close. “You will come in my mouth before I come in yours, Angel. Let’s get some rest.” He chuckles at the pout on my face.

  Gently he scoops me up and carries me like a bride to my bedroom. For the briefest of moments I wonder where Josie disappeared to. I’ll have to thank her tomorrow for the privacy.

  Garrett lowers me to my feet beside the bed. He reaches down and grabs the hemline of my t-shirt and gives me a questioning look, asking me permission to take it off. I raise my hands over my head in answer and he slowly pulls the garment free and tosses it to the chair in the corner.

  Taking a step back he drinks me in, his eyes glazing over even more. As he continues to stare, I hook my thumbs in the pajama pants I have gotten way too used to wearing the last couple of weeks and slide them down my hips, allowing them to pool at the floor.

  The hiss from his lips causes me to shiver, my need for him as strong as his apparent need for me. He closes the space between us and lowers to the floor, running his nose between my breasts and down my stomach. His strong hands clasp each of my calves pulling them up and freeing them of the pajamas. They join the shirt on the chair.

  “Angel.” He sobs as he noticed the scars on my lower belly.

  “I’m fine,” I assure him as he leans in and presses a delicate kiss to each one.

  He grips my hips and turns me around, no doubt looking for the entrance wound of the gun shot. I feel his head rest against my back after the faintest of kisses touch my tender, pink scar, a muffled sob shaking me. I rest my hands on his, giving him a minute to collect himself. I’d had the same reaction when I finally had the courage to look at myself in the mirror.

  He stands and I turn in his arms, my fingers wiping away tears from his wet cheeks.

  “I’m fine,” I repeat.

  “I thought I’d lost you.” I know his admission includes both being shot and my misperceived rejection at the hospital. I close my eyes and shake my head, trying to rid it of the thought of never holding him again.

  “Never,” I finally whisper in his ear, my hands trail down to his hips. I slide my hands in the back of his sweats and I’m unable to resist the urge to grip his stellar ass. His groan causes my core to clench, begging to be filled.

  I push my hands deeper, causing his sweats to slide down to the floor. Garrett shifts from side to side, simultaneously removing his shoes and the sweats. It’s my turn to take a step back and ogle his magnificent body.

  I hum my approval and reach down to divest myself from my panties. No sense in having clothes on if he’s stark naked.

  “Don’t.” The sound of his voice causes me to stop. “I don’t have the self-control right now, Alexa.”

  I nod my head in understanding, mildly disappointed and turn to pull the blankets back. I know we both need to hold each other more than anything right now, but my body is begging for him.

  I gingerly climb into bed and feel Garrett’s body heat as he slides in behind me. He lies on his back and I situated myself on his chest, instantly comfortable against his hard body. His chin rests against the crown of my head and his hand slowly runs up and down my bare back.

  The motion in conjunction with the hypnotizing rhythm of his steady breathing calms my frazzled nerves and I close my eyes.

  “I love you, Angel.” I hear before my eyes flutter closed. I smile and give into the relaxing, full feeling of my heart.

  Chapter 37

  Garrett

  Had someone told me tha
t things with Alexa would have worked out this way, I never would have walked out of the hospital two and a half weeks ago. I would have fought for her and refused to let her push me away when she woke up. Hind sight is always twenty-twenty though wasn’t it?

  I closed my eyes only minutes after I felt her settle on my chest and her breathing evened out. I remember nothing after that.

  Awareness pulls me from sleep slowly. I smile at the feel of Alexa’s warm body on mine. I shift my weight, the feel of her hip against my erection eliciting all of my attention. I squeeze her tighter against me. Even right against me feels too far away.

  She hugs me back and I grin. “Good morning,” She hums her response against my chest and slowly trails her small hand from my chest, down my abs, until it reaches under the blanket and grips my cock.

  I hiss. The warm embrace from her grip nearly causes me to come. No further stimulation needed.

  I feel her smile at my unguarded response. “Good morning.” She coos raising her head and giving me a soft kiss.

  My eyes roll back as her hand begins stroking my neglected cock. As much as I would love to let her continue, I made a promise to her last night and fully intended to keep it.

  I stilled her hand with my own. “You first, Angel.” I roll her over onto her back and suddenly take a pink nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking the hardened bud through my lips.

  Her soft moans and the seductive roll of her hips against my straining cock nearly cause me to lose control. “Stay still or I won’t let you come.” She whimpers but her body calms. The need in her eyes a reflection of mine.

  I kiss, lick, and bite down her torso, paying extra care to the dark pink, raised scars on her lower belly. My movements falter when another attack of regret and pain hits me in the gut. Alexa notices and tilts her hips, the softness of her mound hitting my chin, pulls my attention lower.

  I’d told myself I’d gently lick her, slowly bringing her to orgasm, but once the smell of her arousal and the sight of her perfect pussy hit me I attacked her. My mouth closing over her, cheeks hollowing as I sucked her lips into my mouth.

  A groan leaves my mouth as the taste of her hits the back of my throat. This is heaven. I want nothing more than to have my mouth on her for eternity. The feel of her hand gripping a clump of my unruly hair sets off an animalistic instinct. My tongue getting the message begins to sweep through her already slick folds.

  She gasps loudly and I pull my mouth away immediately and look up at her. “Did I hurt you?” Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are mere slits. She bites her lips and shakes her head. I grin as I feel her hand attempting to get me to lower my mouth back to her. Keeping eye contact I let my mouth descend to her once again.

  I hum against her and watch her eyes close at the sensation. She throws her head back once I tentatively penetrate her with one long, thick finger. Her body begins to tremble and I know she’s close to orgasm.

  Two fingers and a nip to her clit is what sends her over the edge, her body tensing and shaking violently. So violently I’m afraid she’ll hurt herself, but the undeniable soft mewling from her lips tell me she’s feeling nothing but pure bliss. I maintain soft licks to her sensitive flesh until she settles back down to the bed, the orgasm having caused a deep arch in her back.

  I smile up at her and wipe her juices from my lips on her inner thigh.

  She increases her grip in my hair and looking at me through her eyelashes begs, “I need you inside of me, Garrett.”

  I slither up her body. “Angel.” I want her so bad but I’m not capable of hurting her more than I have already.

  “Please?” Her begging is too much and I sink into her without thought.

  I groan at the tight feel of her wrapped around me; the tiny muscles gripping and clinging to me.

  “Fuck, Alexa. I missed you so much.” I whisper as I begin to ease in and out of her, loving the feel of her nails on my back.

  Keeping the slow pace of my hips I lean in and kiss her. Pouring every ounce of my love into her, hoping she understands and by the way she is kissing me back makes me believe she does.

  I feel her begin to quiver, her core tightening again just as I feel the tingle run down my spine. This is going to be embarrassingly short lived.

  “Baby, I’m so close,” she gasps against my panting mouth.

  The first wave of her fisting orgasm causes my balls to tighten and my cock to thicken. “I love you,” I pant against her mouth as I go over the edge, filling her with thick spurts of come.

  We sooth each other with passionate kisses as our bodies calm from the much needed reunion. “Did I hurt you?” I finally manage against her mouth.

  “No,” she whispers and kisses me again.

  Realization hits me like a bucket of cold water. No condom.

  “Fuck.” I huff, pulling out of her, watching part of me seep from her.

  “What?” She looks down noticing the milky liquid glistening on her lower lips.

  She makes eye contact with me and releases a tiny giggle. “I’m clean if that’s what you’re worried about.” She notices the frustrated look on my face and it causes her brows to furrow. “Y…you are too, right?” She stammers.

  “Of course,” I respond indignantly. “I’m more worried about pregnancy.” I inform her.

  “I have the implant, Garrett,” She raises her left arm and shows me a tiny scar on the inside of her bicep.

  “So, we’re good?” She nods her head. “No chance for a baby?”

  “Not until we’re ready.” She states matter of factly.

  The idea of eventually having a baby with Alexa Warner brings a smile to my face, a reaction I thought I’d never have.

  I grin down at her and then focus back on the perfect flesh between her thighs. Lifting a hand to her I run my thumb over her, rubbing over the wetness. I slip two fingers inside of her relishing in the feel of my semen inside of her; loving the creamy feel of what I left behind.

  She whimpers when I pull my hand from her, indicating she was ready for more of me. I raise my fingers to her lips and she greedily sucks them clean.

  Doing my best to ignore my thick erection I kiss her pouty lips and pull back.

  “Will you come home with me, Angel?” She smiles brightly at me.

  “Of course,” she responds. “But only if you promise to fuck me like you used to and stop treating me like I’m going to break.”

  I grin back at her. “I’m going to take it easy with you until you get a release from your doctor telling me I can take you how you want to be taken.”

  She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “Garrett!”

  “Sorry, Angel.” I shrug down at her. “How long did the doctor tell you it would take for a full recovery?”

  She narrows her eyes at me. “Six fucking weeks.”

  “Well, looks like we’re going to have to take it slow for a few more weeks then.” There is no way she is going to convince me otherwise.

  She shimmies out from under me and slides off the bed. I watch her sashaying hips as she makes it across the room to her ensuite. “We’ll see about that,” she calls over her shoulder before entering the bathroom.

  I growl, knowing I’m going to have my work cut out with her, especially since I can’t seem to control myself once her clothes come off.

  “Fuck,” I mutter to myself when I hear an erotic moan from inside the bathroom.

  Chapter 38

  Alexa

  I flicked my clit and fingered myself for over twenty minutes in the shower. Moan and groaning as loudly as I could in an attempt to get Garrett to join me. Not only did he not take the bait, but I was unable to bring myself to orgasm, my body begging for his touch rather than my own.

  Finally giving up the chase for a self-induced release I towel off in the restroom, barely drying my body, knowing the glisten of water on my skin would help to entice Garrett into action. I stalked back into the bedroom stark naked. Garrett was sprawled out on my bed, still naked. H
is arm covered his eyes; his jaw had a hard set.

  My eyes landed on his thick manhood, fully erect against his lower belly. I smile knowing he heard every bit of the little show I just put on. I clear my throat causing a jolt from him. I wonder what he was thinking about; what would be distracting him enough to be able to resist me.

  He raises his arm from his eyes marginally and looks down the length of his body at me. I’m standing at the end of the bed, dripping water with my hands on my hips.

  He groans and throws his head back, his arm returning to its position across his eyes.

  “You don’t want me, baby?” I purr.

  He doesn’t respond and turns over, showing me his back, effectively covering his needy cock, grinding it into the mattress.

  I slink up his body from the bottom of the bed, licking and nipping at his legs, ass, and back. I straddle his hips and grind my hot pussy against his lower back. His hands fist the sheets, nearly tearing them and I hear him scream into the bed, the muffled outburst causing me to laugh.

  He turns his head and I can see his gorgeous face in profile. “Please don’t Angel. It’s torture.” He begs.

  Although I want nothing more than for him to take me hard against the wall, I know he doesn’t want to hurt me, and I’m not sure that the aggressive activity would be safe. Begrudgingly, I slide off of him and start to grab clothing from my dresser.

  “Are you mad at me?” His voice is small and unsure.

  I turn towards him as I slip a butter soft t-shirt over my breasts. I hear him groan again at the sight. “Can I suck you off later?”

  He grins. “As long as you’re gentle.”

  I giggle. “Then no, I’m not mad at you.” I wink at him and slip on a tiny pair of cotton shorts. I want him lusting after me all day long. The tighter I keep him wound the greater my chances of getting what I want later. I smirk to myself, knowing he finds me irresistible. He’s told me so himself, but even without hearing the words, the lustful glint in his eyes speak volumes.