Safe in His Arms (Love's Command)

by Billi Jean

  “Ah, God, baby.” He pulled back and suddenly she found herself with Mac gripping her head tight with a fist full of her hair and fucking her mouth with desperate, animal-like groans. “There, there, that’s it, take it, baby.” His hand landed on her ass again, a sharp, smack followed by another and another until she lost count. In a haze of lust, she suddenly felt him tighten his grip on her head and his hard flesh throbbed deep in her throat.

  “Fuck yes, yes, yes.” Blazing hot shots of his semen exploded so deep down her throat that she didn’t even have to swallow. It was intense, so sexy she screamed—or tried to. Mac chose that moment to use an oily finger to breach her ass and started pumping and twisting her open. He groaned in pleasure. “Ah, God, so good, so tight, so good.” He pulled from her mouth and she gasped for breath. She was nearly dizzy from lack of oxygen, but she sucked against the stalk, tonguing the veins running down to his tight sac, so hot she could barely make sense of anything other than him, them, this.

  “Good, so good.” He moved quickly behind her, covering her body with his, two fingers still preparing her. He bent forward until his lips found hers and he devoured her, groaning deeply into her mouth. He was on fire. Even though he’d just come, she could feel how tight his body was with the same desperate need she felt consuming her.

  “I need you, Mac, I need this, now, now, oh God, please.”

  “Shh, baby, let me get you ready, let me.” He eased another finger in and she arched her butt higher, the lubricant easing his possession. She dug her face into the blankets and pressed back, frantic for more.

  When she glanced back at him, his eyes were hot, intense with what he was doing in a way that made her shiver even harder. Along her hip, she could feel his hard erection jerk hotly against her. She felt powerful, sexy, and so on fire for him she thought she might die if he didn’t do something.

  “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful. Your ass is so pretty, so damn round and firm. I might not survive this, sugar.”

  “Mac, now. Now.”

  He grimaced and slowly looked up her body to her face and winced. “You’re so small, sugar, damn it, you’re—”

  “If you don’t fuck me right now, I will never give you a blow job again!”

  He chuckled painfully and nodded. His chest rose and fell rapidly and she could see the sweat dripping down his muscles. “All right, slow and easy.”

  Carefully he turned them to their sides, lifted her leg over his thigh, and hooked it there with an arm. With his other hand he gripped his erection and started pressing up and into her prepared rear. She craned her neck so she could watch, enthralled by the sight of his swollen flesh as she felt him dig deeper.

  “God, yeah, watch us, baby. Watch me fill you.”

  She met his heated stare and took his lips in a fierce kiss. “Oh, Mac, I love how you look, so dark and thick, oh, God, yes.” She dropped her head back against his shoulder and bore down on the invading flesh as he continued to roll his hips, giving her more and more with each slow, careful thrust. Suddenly she felt him breach the muscles and they both groaned when he slid deeper. He froze. She dug her nails in his arms and kissed his jaw, sucking on his salty skin as the feel of him registered. She felt like he’d impaled her with a six-inch-thick bar, not his erection, but she kept the pain silent and hoped it got better. Mac shook. His jaw clenched tight enough that his veins stood out along his neck. If she’d not known better, she’d have sworn he was in pain, not her.

  He eased back, slowly pressed back in and a tortured sound erupted from him. She knew that sound, knew it so well her breath caught in excitement. Her empty channel flooded with moisture, aching to be as full as her ass. Mac bent his head to latch onto her mouth and the small movement drove him deeper. Goose bumps rose on her flesh.

  “So fucking good. So good, ah, God, baby, that’s it. Wet my hand with that pretty syrup.” He kept up the slow, rolling thrusts, only breaching her shallowly until she started to get restless. He pressed deeper on his next pass and the slick lubricant allowed more of his big, hard erection to slide along her sensitive opening. She felt on fire and chilled at the same time. So excited she could barely catch her breath.

  Mac groaned into her ear and tightened his hand on her pussy, pressing her just right so that each thrust he brushed along her clit with his palm. “More?”

  “Yes, oh, God, yes.” She needed more but when he drove deeper, she pushed back at the same time and the unexpected full shove of his girth and long length inside her shot a powerful dart of lust right up her spine.

  He groaned like a man in pain. Then gasped, “Good?”

  She nodded frantically. “Oh, God. So good, good.” It was like he’d discovered some new sexual nerves and each pull and push along the inside of her rear stimulated those nerves into one powerful orgasm that she began to fear she might not survive.

  “Faster, harder, oh, God, Mac.” The slow movement was going to make her climax too big to survive. As it was she felt like she was going to fall apart any second.

  “No, fuck no, not yet.” He tipped her leg higher, dragging her knee towards her chest and started a harder, more forceful thrust whether he wanted to or not. The bed hit the wall, his breath started to get more hectic and along every nerve ending her tingling grew impossible to contain.

  She tried to make him take her even harder by pushing back but he gripped her leg tight to keep her still with a heavy, tortured-sounding groan.

  “No, baby, let me,” he said breathlessly frightening her with the intensity of his pleasure. With another low sound, he manoeuvred her over, his big body overwhelming her with his size, and muscled strength, as he gently tucked her legs to her chest, and rolled his hips slowly and carefully deeper and deeper.

  “So good. So good, oh, God, Mac, I can’t survive.”

  He groaned out a laugh and pulled all the way out.

  “You can, sugar, god damn this is good.” Before she could panic that he was going to stop he gripped his erection and slowly pressed back in, breaching those muscles once, then pulled out all the way again, and did it again. She started to feel the tremble in her body, and softly moaned into the bed, gripping the sheets in her fists. He was so hard. So stiff and engorged she arched back up to watch the way his dark flesh impaled her. It felt amazing. Looked amazing.

  Her body started to heat to the point that she feared the detonation. A tremor raced up her stomach, circled back down to deep inside her ass and travelled to her pussy. The room started to spin and slowly disappear. Mac surged forward, his sweaty body sliding over hers, his sexy mouth open in pleasure. A sound escaped her and Mac bent lower, shoving deep until he filled her completely and held himself there.

  She felt his flesh flex repeatedly and sobbed at how good it felt. His balls tickled her pussy, edging her closer to something huge. He gripped her tight in his big arms, pulled back out of her and surged powerfully forward, holding himself there. She rocked back along him, feeling every inch of his steel-hard flesh fill her. He gave her half a dozen hard, fast strokes, each with such an abrupt smack of his body against hers with low, wild-sounding groans that she detonated. Explosion after explosion shook her, all centred on the thick stalk of flesh impaling her. Her clit tightened, jerking her body with spasms, and she whispered Mac’s name into the sheets so lost she could barely make sense of what was happening to her.

  Mac tipped down and cradled her jaw in his hand and began kissing her urgently as he started desperate, out of control lunges. She gasped out a breath against his lips.

  “Yes? Good?”

  Lights exploded behind her eyes. She could barely speak, the pleasure was so intense, but she managed to when he froze. “Yes, oh, God, yes, yes, yes, don’t stop, please, Mac.”

  His body tightened against hers. Then, with a low groan, he let loose, beginning a harder, deeper possession that blew her away. Her body took off, spiralling out of control, and shuddered through a multitude of orgasms as he possessed her. His passionate assault tor
e her away from the troubles trying to fill her life and filled her with him instead. He held her tighter and tighter as he rolled and bucked his hips, breathless and panting as he told her he loved her, needed her, wanted her forever.

  She fell deeper, surrounded by Mac, and gasped as he stiffened with an agonised sound, and she felt the hot flash of his cum. He tightened the hand he had cupping her pussy and desperately he found her nipple and sucked her breast into his hot mouth, drawing on her as he filled her.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  It took forever for the room to stop spinning and when it did Mac felt so at peace, so full of hope, life and happiness, that he laughed softly against Mandy’s breast. When he could pull his head up enough to look at her she was flushed, her face hectic with their passions. “Mandy.”

  “Mac.”

  “I love you.”

  She hugged him tight, grumbling into his throat when he carefully pulled his cock from her body.

  “Oh, fuck you’re going to kill me.” He hovered over her, still breathless.

  “No, but I am going to be a very, very bad girl as often as I can be.”

  He blinked down at her lazy smile and frowned at her. “Why’s that?”

  She laughed. “So I can get another spanking, of course.”

  He hung his head and groaned into her breasts again. Did she know how much that tore him up? To know she could simply say what she felt, not worry with him what he might think? Maybe he’d got through to her at last. He hoped so, because Mandy hot and wild was something he wanted often—daily.

  She wiggled under him and rubbed a soft hand over his ribs and up to his nipples.

  “Ah, damn, don’t start that already, sugar.”

  He caught her hand and kissed it.

  “You like that as much as I do?”

  “Oh, hell, I love everything you do to me. I’m a lucky man, baby. Don’t think I don’t know it.”

  Sobering, he lifted his head to look down at her. She tilted her head on the white sheets and examined his face. His heart filled, nearly to bursting his chest from the feel of it. “I’d give you any damn thing you ever wanted, but it won’t ever make up for you loving me. Having me.” He brushed her curls back. “I don’t deserve you.”

  “No, Mac, that’s not true. You do deserve me. All of me. Don’t you understand yet?”

  He lowered his eyebrows, confused. “Understand what, Mandy?”

  She swallowed, suddenly looking close to tears. “You’ve been mine since that first night, Mac. I’ve always known it. I belong here”—she tugged him down until he held her gently to his chest. He pulled her tight and leant back on the headboard, simply holding her. After a while, she leaned up to look up at him—“in your arms, Mac. This is where I belong. And you”—she smiled at him past the tears she was fighting—“you belong in mine.”

  He stared at her for a long, silent minute then rolled them to the side and dislodged her. He had to do this now. She was his and damn if he’d wait another minute. He opened the drawer in the bedside table and pulled out the ring he’d bought her over five years ago. He grabbed her tiny hand and slid the gold and diamond band over her finger.

  Swallowing once to dislodge the dust in his throat, he told her, “That’s why you’re going to marry me.”

  She blinked over at him. Then she took the ring off and threw it at his head.

  “Holy shit!” He dived for it, barely able to get past the fact that she’d thrown it at him, let alone deal with her yelling at him.

  “Macalister Stevens! You did not just order me to marry you.”

  He froze in his hunt for the ring and looked up. How the hell did she know his first name when he’d not known hers? Suddenly heat crept up his neck. Shit, he had ordered her to marry him, hadn’t he? Well, it wasn’t like they weren’t getting married.

  “Look, you and I know you’re marrying me, Mandy. It’s not like—”

  “Oh, I don’t think so. That is not the way this is happening, Mac.”

  She made it as far as the bathroom before he caught her and turned her around in his arms.

  He blinked down at her and grimaced at the hurt he saw in her expression. He’d fucked this up. Her grey eyes were dark. She looked hurt and angry.

  Way to go, Mac. She just finally opens up to you completely and you blow it.

  Taking a deep breath, he caught her hand in his.

  “You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted in my life. I’ll love you for the rest of my time on this earth. I find more peace in your presence than I could anywhere else on this godforsaken planet. I need you. I need you like I need oxygen, Mandy. Marry me, please.”

  A rush of tears filled her eyes at his words.

  “Don’t cry!” he said. He couldn’t bare it when she cried.

  She scrunched her face up. “I’m trying not to!”

  He brushed her curls off her flushed face and touched their foreheads. “Baby, you make it all worth it, all of it. This, life, everything. Say you’ll marry me and I swear to you, I’ll be the happiest damn man in the world. And I’ll make you happy too, sugar. I won’t even order you, except in bed, okay?”

  She shook her head and grinned. “Mac, if you can keep that promise you just might get your daily dose.”

  He threw his head back, hugged her tight, and laughed.

  “I love you.” Her whisper was low, but he heard her.

  “I love you too, baby. Just you, M & M. I might need to get that tattoo too, huh?”

  “Only if you put it on your sexy butt.”

  He laughed again. “Oh, I have a sexy butt, huh?”

  He hauled her up in his arms and kicked the bathroom door open. “Shower time then we nap, then more sex, dinner, more sex, dessert, can be me or you, or both, then more—”

  “Sex?” She kissed his jaw, nipped along his throat to his chest, giving him ideas he just knew she’d like. “I think that sounds great.”

  “Then marry me.”

  Laughing, she nodded. His breath left him on a heavy exhale of pure relief. He wasn’t lying to her. He’d not make it without her. She was a part of him. She’d shown him that. He’d never survive without her teasing looks and the love he saw deep in her eyes. Now that he knew what it looked like, he didn’t think there was a time he’d not seen it shining there, in her grey eyes.

  “I will marry you, Mac. And I will make you happy. And you will make me happy. And our babies will be happy too.”

  “Whoa, sugar, babies?”

  She brought his hand down to her flat stomach and his heart felt like it stalled at ninety miles an hour, then raced back up to one hundred and ninety. Shit. Shit. “Damn.”

  “No secrets, right?” she whispered.

  He braced a hand on the shower wall and his other hand against hers and simply stared down at her. Her body was so beautiful, he couldn’t imagine how much more beautiful she’d be pregnant. She would be too. Soft and round with…oh, shit. A baby.

  “A baby.”

  She nodded quickly, that teasing tip to her lips telling him he was being a jarhead.

  “Holy hell, sugar. We made a baby?” His knees suddenly felt all weak, like he’d better sit before he fell on his ass.

  She nodded. “That happens when you make love like rabbits. Are you upset?”

  Upset? She’d just made his day—hell, year. Life. A little Mandy running around, sweet and cute as hell.

  “Shit no, sugar, I’m…” He paused and grinned down at her. “Think of all the pregnant sex you’ll need.”

  “Mac!”

  Suddenly he remembered what he’d wanted to talk to her about today.

  Rob.

  Shit. Shit. Shit. How the hell did he tell her that her brother was alive? He stumbled back and gripped his head. She’d kill him. Possibly hate him. Maybe even cry again. Shit.

  “What? What is it?”

  She looked near panicked, so he pulled his shit together. “Ah, I’m an asshole. A stupid asshole. I tried, you have to beli
eve me, I tried to tell you but this is hard, it’s messed up and—”

  “Mac? What is it?”

  He looked up at her, met her eyes, then leant back and stared up at the ceiling. He couldn’t tell her when she was looking at him so concerned. “Your brother’s alive.”

  He felt her hand fall limp against his chest and looked down at her to see he’d shocked her. No shit, asshole. Quickly he took her hand and gripped it tightly.

  “I didn’t find out until a few months ago myself. He’d been hurt, but not killed. They used him, and—” He broke off to pull her closer. She looked terrified. “Damn, baby, don’t look like that.”

  She nodded but he could tell she was struggling.

  “Mandy, come here, baby, you’re cold.” He pulled her into the shower and guided her under the spray. “Shit, I screwed this all up, didn’t I? I won’t have secrets from you. I tried to tell you back at the hotel—right before we got hit by those darts. I tried, but do you understand how hard that was, knowing this and knowing it was going to hurt you?”

  She nodded. God, he couldn’t stand to see her so hurt. She blinked several times, but the tears hovered in her eyes, not falling like he knew they would. She loved Robert, the bastard didn’t deserve her.

  “He loves you. That man, your brother, he loves you. It tore him up to see me, to hear you were missing, but my bets are on him knowing exactly where you’ve been and unable to break his oaths to whoever the guys were who got him out of there. You have to believe that, sugar. He loves you.”

  Mandy nodded then asked, “Does Ace know?”

  Mac nodded. “Yeah,” he sighed heavily and tugged her against him. She was still chilly. “A few of us were called in to dig his ass out in a mission that went wrong.”

  He felt her stiffen, then she stood away enough to plant both her hands on his chest. She had that look as if she was working up to something so he simply waited. No doubt, he’d get thrown in there a bit, but one thing he knew about Mandy. She forgave, too easily maybe, but she forgave.

  “My brother isn’t invited to the wedding. We’ll announce it and he’ll show up. The arrogant jerk.” She laughed on a sob and Mac tightened his arms around her.