“I’m going to come.” The words whispered from her lips and he groaned again. “Oh God, Alex. I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, baby.” He f**ked her harder, faster. “Come for me, Janey, all over my dick. Let that sweet pu**y suck me tighter.”
She exploded. More from his words and the heavy, pummeling strokes inside her than because of her fingers. But it was white-hot, brilliant. She screamed into the pillow and felt the violent, shuddering tremors jerk through her body, quake her womb, and throw her, helplessly, into a fire that consumed her and tossed her, left her writhing and convulsing beneath him as she heard him groan her name and stiffen behind her. His c**k seemed to swell further, pulse, and spill a blaze of heat inside her as the sensations rocked her again.
She was lost in it. Lost in the feel of him over her, like a powerful blanket, covering her, pumping into her as she slowly, so slowly, drifted through a shower of pleasure.
She collapsed beneath him.
Long moments later, she felt him move, leave the bed. And then a warm damp rag ran between her thighs.
“No,” she mumbled, more asleep than awake. “I like you there.”
He paused and kissed her hip, and she swore she heard him curse. But sleep smothered her, dragged her in, and wrapped her in bliss.
She felt him pull her against him again, distantly, in her sleep dreamscape, his arms living warmth, his leg over hers keeping the nightmares at bay. She swirled on the edges of her subconscious, but his hold on her kept them back. His palm flattened on her stomach again. And she liked that. A kiss pressed to the top of her head, and it was the last thing she knew.
TWELVE
Alex wasn’t in bed with her when Janey woke the next morning, but she hadn’t expected anything less.
Dusk to dawn. He couldn’t be seen.
She stretched beneath the blankets and a small smile curved her lips, despite the flash of pain at the thought that he couldn’t be seen with her. It hurt. It clenched inside her like an open wound, but oh, her body had the most pleasurable ache in it. She felt rejuvenated. Impossibly energetic.
Fat Cat was at the bottom of her bed, curled into a tight little ball. He must not have come to bed until after Alex left. Janey wrapped her robe around her, then lay down across the bed, creeping up to him as he lifted his head and glared at her.
“Aww, Momma’s sorry, Fat Cat.” She propped her chin on her hands, inches from his face, and smiled back at him. “But Momma got stroked last night. And mighty well. Surely you don’t begrudge me just a little bit of petting for myself?”
He blinked his eyes, narrowed them.
“It was really nice, Fat Cat.” She sighed. “All over. I could swoon at the thought of it, you know.”
He blinked and watched her almost curiously. As if he actually gave a damn, she thought, though it was a kind of happy thought.
“I wondered why you finally started demanding the petting,” she said softly, reaching out with a finger to stroke his nose. He liked that. Being stroked from between his eyes to his nose. He purred a little bit. “I want to curl into Alex’s lap and let him just pet me all night long, too, now.”
Fat Cat gave a disgusted little feline pfft . Janey let a laugh tickle her throat as the cat edged just a little bit closer.
“It was almost perfect,” she told the cat. “He was very naughty, Fat Cat.” She scratched under the cat’s chin as he listened.
“I was purring, too,” she drawled. “Well, maybe I was screaming more than I was purring. He’s really good, you know. Excellent, Fat Cat. How many virgins have you heard of actually coming their first time?
And no pain.” She smiled. “He made sure it didn’t hurt.”
Another disgusted little rumble from the feline male.
“Now, we have a nice little trade going here, cat.” She rubbed around his ears. “I feed you ground steak and you listen to me talk. Look at it this way, it’s a damned good trade. I’d listen to Alex talk forever.”
She sighed. “If he would just keep touching me.”
The cat rolled over on his back.
“Mushy talk means belly rubs, huh?” She laughed, scratching at his belly as he batted at her hands.
“You’re spoiled, cat, you know that?”
He meowed sweetly.
“I love you, Fat Cat.” She whispered the words. “I’ve never told another living soul I love them. You know what happens when you love, don’t you?”
But she did love. She stared at the cat, watching those wise topaz eyes as she played with him. She did love. She loved her brother and her cousins. She loved this ragged old cat. And she loved Alex. She knew last night, taking him into her body, that she loved him.
“Time to get up, big boy.” She lifted him to the bed, stopping as Fat Cat jumped to his feet and arched before rubbing his face against hers. A soft purr rumbled in his chest and she wanted to hold him to her.
Wanted to grab that chubby little body and rock him against her chest. And she couldn’t even explain why.
“Be good, cat,” she whispered. “Momma has to shower.”
She moved from the bed to the bathroom, shedding the robe and closing the door behind her.
She didn’t see the bedroom door push open, and Alex thanked God for it. The cat brushed past him with a growl and headed to his food bowl as the man stared at the closed bathroom door silently.
God, she made his chest hurt. Made his heart feel as though it were breaking inside his chest.
She talked to a f**king cat. He’d bet a hundred bucks she had never talked to another human like that in her life, and he realized he wanted her to talk to him like that.
It would have been dangerous if he hadn’t already decided the course he was taking. She would fall in love with him easily, he thought. He’d like having Janey’s love. And he’d make sure she never lacked for the petting she needed. Or someone to talk to. To dream with.
He’d filled her twice last night. Pumped his cum inside her until he thought he was dying from his release.
He’d found her little calendar that morning in a kitchen drawer. Organized little thing that she was, she had the first and last day of her most recent monthly cycle marked.
She was in the best possible time of the month to conceive. There wasn’t a chance in hell that she wouldn’t.
He ran his hand over his hair. Zeke had picked him up at dawn as arranged, and Alex had returned to the house for his laptop and a few more changes of clothes. When he wasn’t on a mission, he liked to dabble in Internet security, tracing and hacking the secured sites he was paid to try to crack. It was a nice sideline.