Unlawful Seizure (Filthy Florida Alphas Book 1) (7 page)

F
alling asleep with a woman in your arms for the first time in over five years is a surreal experience. Doing it with a woman that you actually care about is something I have never experienced before, and I do care about Tess. It doesn’t even matter that it’s only been a few days. I care, more than is probably healthy for either one of us.

Last night I was pretty sure nothing could match the sensation of holding her while I fell asleep. I was so damn wrong. The best fucking feeling in the world is waking up with Tess between my legs, her tongue gliding under my hardened cock, and her fingernails digging into my ass.

Her tongue bathes my cock and shivers of need and awareness slither up my spine. I groan as she teases the head, sucking just the tip in her mouth.

“Max,” She whispers my name, slipping her tongue along every crevice and tasting my pre-cum.

“Kitten…”

She kisses down my shaft, her tongue lightly flicking and teasing me. Her hand starts at the base of my cock, grips me tightly and pumps me torturously slowly.

“I thought you’d never wake up, Max.”

“Take that shirt off. If you’re going to suck me, you’re going to do it without hiding your body from me.”

She sits back on her heels and pulls my shirt over her head, throwing it on the floor. Beautiful.

“Now, let me see you play with those tits.”

She gets a look on her face, almost as if she’s daring me to reprimand her. The challenge on her face attracts me like nothing else. I want to watch it slowly change into a look of need so intense that she’s begging me for release. I can’t allow myself to go that far. Tess deserves more than a quick roll in the hay with a marked man. Still, I am not strong enough to turn what she’s offering away. It may be all I get, and I want to savor it.

Her hands cup under her breasts, pushing them together as if she is serving them to me and while that’s something I’d love for her to do, it is not what I want right now. I reach down to pull my jogging pants back up. She knows what I want. If she’s not going to do it, then this game needs to end right here. I don’t tell her what I need; that would defeat the purpose. She lets out a small hum, and then her fingers move to her mouth. I watch as she sucks two fingers into her mouth, making them moist. I shake my head no, and she freezes.

“I want your pussy on those fucking nipples when I suck them,” I order, pulling my cock back out to stroke and enjoy the show.

I wasn’t sure of what to expect. Tess surprises me though, and I watch as her fingers disappear into her pussy. It’s so fucking hot to watch as her breath becomes ragged as she rubs her fingers over her clit.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise as her fingers brush over her hard nipples making them glow all shiny and wet. “Pull on them.” She follows my command immediately. Her head falls back as she moans. Beautiful. The word comes again, but then that word is Tess. She’s the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “Now feed me your nipples. Let me taste you.” It wasn’t what I had planned, but I find watching her, I can’t stop myself.

Tess cups her hands under her breasts again, goes up on her knees, and leans into me, bringing her breast to my mouth. I latch onto it greedily, groaning as her essence explodes on my tongue. I make sure I suck every trace of her juice off and leave a love bite behind. The small pain makes her hips thrust into the air. She’s so fucking responsive. I switch my attention to the other breast, repeating myself, but by the time I finish hands have wrapped around my head. Her nails are clawing into my skin and she holds me tight against her breast, begging for more.

“Show me how you make yourself come, Tess,” I order her, my voice laden with need.

She pulls away carefully, her eyes are dilated and almost glowing. She uses one hand on her nipple, pulling it hard, then pinching it and repeating. At the same time, her other hand caresses her clit, over and over in small, half circles. It doesn’t take her long, mere minutes, and she’s thrusting against her hand and calling out my name as she gives herself over to the orgasm.

“Feed me,” I rasp and watch as her eyes open. She traces the outside of my lips with her desire-soaked fingers, and I cease her teasing by capturing them in my mouth and using my tongue to enjoy her, I suck them clean. I’ve barely released them before her lips crash down on mine, and she kisses me roughly. It’s a hard, passion-filled kiss. Tongues go to war; teeth clash, and we fight for dominance. I think I might have won this battle, but I’m certain she’s gained the biggest victory. I’ll never be able to kiss another woman without remembering her. Hell, any other woman would pale to her anyway.

She positions herself back between my legs, impatient to take up where she left off. Her tongue darts around my slick head, lapping me up like an eager little pussy. Had I not just watched her get herself off, and had the taste of her sweet cream in my mouth I might have been okay with her teasing. Trouble is, I have just had all that, and I can’t take anymore.

“If you’re going to suck your man, Kitten, you’re going to take it all right now,” I groan. My hands go to cup her face, my fingers brushing the side of her face and then I position my cock at her lips. She opens and my dick disappears into that hot, wet, cavern. Inch by inch I disappear in that sweet mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She swallows around my cock, and the sensation proves too much. I’m not a gentle man, and I’m way too far gone now to try and be that man right now. My hand wraps in her hair, and I take over completely, fucking her face. There’s no other way to put it. She’s helpless to do anything but suck me down. My balls tighten, and her nails bite into the sides of my thighs. I feel that long forgotten zip of heat run down my spine and then it’s over. I’m coming so hard I can do nothing but call out her name as she drinks me down.

It could have been hours, I have no idea. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sated in my life. I’m sure it’s only minutes though, when her voice whispers into my ear.

“If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up.”

“I think that’s my line,” I tell her; kissing the top of her head and squeezing her. I can’t ever remember feeling so satisfied in my life. Hell, I’m on the run from the law, but still have a peace inside of me.

“Max,” she whispers my name against my chest and it sounds like a song—one with a sweet melody. It makes my chest go tight. She buries her head into my chest and places a kiss above my heart, and I could swear the damn thing stops. “What are we doing today?” she prompts, as she pulls away and tries to tame her hair.

“We need to go topside and start heading towards town,” I tell her with regret. She turns to me, and our eyes lock and the sadness in hers lets me know she understands exactly, what that means. “Tess…”

“It’s okay, Max. I get it,” she answers, pasting a fake smile on her face before coming over and letting her lips claim mine. It’s a sweet kiss, full of flavor—her flavor, which is fast becoming the only one I would ever need.

We enjoy a long leisurely kiss, my fingers absently combing through the ends of her hair. It’s not a kiss to stir excitement, instead it feels more like a vow between us, one that seals our fates and makes sure we stay connected. Jesus, I’m starting to sound like a Hallmark card.

“We should get moving. Find more of that breakfast crap,” she says against my lips, her eyes still closed.

“Breakfast crap?” I ask through a smile.

“I’d die for a cinnamon roll right now, or heck, even a candy bar.”

“How about oatmeal instead? I might be able to find some chocolate chips to put in it?” I offer.

“Anything chocolate would be greatly appreciated, kind sir,” she quips as I stand up and give her one last hug. I hate it, but she’s right; we need to get moving.

The rest of the morning is filled with breakfast and searching through the bunker’s supplies for items we can take with us. The way I have it figured; we will have to travel one more night to get farther away from Ormond. Then, I can take Tess back into civilization. Taking her into Ormond would be suicide, and suddenly I’m finding I might have a reason to live, at least a little longer. Until I’m forced to give her up.

W
e’ve been walking for a couple of hours. Max found me a pair of his Uncle’s old hunting boots and some thick wool socks. They’re big, but they sure don’t hurt my feet like my shoes did. I’m still wearing his flannel shirt along with my dress pants. I know I look insane, but after the morning I’ve had, I feel beautiful. After months of dreaming about Max, having a taste of the reality exceeded my wildest dreams. For the hundredth time this morning alone, I wish that mine and Max’s circumstances were different. I don’t even know how to explain that deep down inside I feel like the two of us were made for each other. I have since hearing his name. It doesn’t make any sense but as time goes by, I just don’t care. That’s how it is, and I don’t want to waste what precious minutes I have left. I’d rather experience him.

“You’re not very talkative today, Max.”

“I’m not the talkative one in this duo, Kitten.”

“Well I need conversation if you expect me to walk anymore, ‘cause I’m getting really tired of walking. When I get back to civilization, I may never walk again.”

“Might make getting around difficult.”

“Yeah. I need to win the lottery, and then I can hire people to come and carry me wherever I need to go.”

“Carry you?”

“Yeah, I need minions. That’s definitely going to take winning the lottery.”

“Money doesn’t always solve all your problems, Tess.”

“Yeah well, it sure would be better than dodging phone calls,” I tell him before I catch myself. It’s not that I mind him hearing about my student loans, I just rather not talk about it at all.

“Is that why you’re working for the lawyer and his pill of a wife?”

I shrug, starting to feel uncomfortable, in the grand scheme of things my problems are small. Max is the one who faces real danger.

“Tell me, Tess,” he orders and I almost do it, before I catch myself.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me something in exchange.”

“In exchange?”

“Surely the concept isn’t that Greek to you Max; it’s called compromise.”

“I believe I’ve heard of it once or twice.”

“So, my turn first, since you already have your question for me. Tell me, Max. Bugs Bunny or Yosemite Sam.”

He stops walking, and I nearly plow into him. He turns to look at me like I’ve lost my mind. “What on Earth are you talking about?” he asks.

“You know, cartoons. Oh good Lord, Max! Please tell me you know what a cartoon is?”

He exhales loudly like he’s so put out with me he can’t take another step, and then grins. “The Smurfs.”

I stop in my tracks. I look up at this buff, muscled, god of a man, and hear him say The Smurfs. I lose it and laugh so hard, I have tears. He reaches out his hand to help me step over a large fallen tree that’s on our pathway before I finally gain control.

“I don’t find it that funny,” he grumbles good-naturedly.

“The Smurfs are just so…well, they’re not very manly, Max.”

“The Smurfs are the manliest cartoon around; I can’t believe you don’t see that, Tess.”

“How do you figure?” I question, trying to act like I’m taking him seriously.

“One lone girl in an entire village of men? C’mon now that’s the script to a seventies porn movie if ever there was one.”

“Oh my God!” I exclaim, because words kind of fail me.

“I see you agree. Now it’s your turn to answer. Are your bills why you work for your asshole of a boss?”

“How do you know he’s an asshole?”

“He sent you alone to a federal prison, for one. And two, you pretty much told me that in one of your tirades.”

“I don’t have tirades, and yeah. I mean, I think you’re supposed to get free rides or help for college when you’re a ward of the state, but I got mixed up with the wrong crowd when I first started and kind of flunked out the first semester. By the time I wised up, I had to do it on my own. Which I did, eventually, but yeah, I have a mountain of debt to pay. I’ll get it sorted someday though,” I shrug, not comfortable revealing how stupid I’ve been to waste that kind of opportunity. “Hey listen, I know you’re a slave driver and all, but would you mind if we take a small break? A minute tops, I just need to catch my breath.”

“Go ahead and sit on that rock. I’ll look around and see if I can find a place to refill our canteens.”

I nod my assent gratefully. We found canteens in the bunker and Max filled them up with some of the bottled water. I still wasn’t crazy about drinking from them. I had always heard plastic bottles are bad, and if the contents heat up too much, it can be dangerous to your health. I’m so tired and thirsty at this point though; I overlook that nagging thought in the back of my mind.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes tops, Tess. Don’t you dare leave!” Max, orders in his wounded bear, growling voice.

“I won’t, we’re just starting to have fun together, Grouchy Smurf,” I joke.

“I’m going to tan your hide,” he grumbles walking off.

“You promise?”

He doesn’t answer, and I watch him until he disappears. Then I let my real emotions show. I don’t want Max to see how upset I am at the actual thought of him leaving me. I’m not ready. I want more time with him.

The thought of not having any more time with him is cutting out my heart, minute by minute, and I think, by the time it’s all said and done, I may not survive. I hear some sticks break behind me and smile.

“Miss me already, Max? That’s my secret plan you know. I figure if I get you addicted to me, you won’t be able to let me go.

“Don’t worry puta, I don’t plan on letting you go until I get my fill.”

I freeze as I hear that voice behind me. I know that voice. It appears at least one of the Hernandez brothers has found us. I can’t make myself turn around to see which one. All I can do is pray that Max hurries back and saves the day.