Alexandra’s Legacy Page 12

  Hurrying over to the table, she pulled down hard on the hem, tucking some of the cotton fabric beneath her as she sat. Relaxing now that the table was covering her from the waist down, she eyed the small mound of items Joshua was unpacking. He’d been busy and had obviously gone to more than just the pizza parlor. There were two toothbrushes, a small tube of toothpaste, a comb and a bottle of lotion. She knew he hadn’t bought the lotion for himself. Again, she was touched by his thoughtfulness.

  “You were busy.”

  He shrugged as he unscrewed the top off a bottle of water and laid it on the table in front of her. “There was a convenience store next to the pizza joint. They didn’t have much, but I got what I thought you might need.”

  “Thank you, Joshua.” Reaching out, she touched his hand.

  His fingers twined with hers until their palms were pressed together. “You’re welcome, Alex.”

  The tension in the room rose dramatically each second their hands remained clasped. A feeling of anticipation filled Alex. A yearning grew deep inside her. Her breathing became shallower, her chest rising and falling quickly. The motion caused the fabric of her shirt to brush her nipples, making them pucker. A trickle of liquid flowed from her core and she made a tiny sound of distress in the back of her throat.

  Joshua dropped her hand as if her skin suddenly burned his. “Have some pizza,” he ordered gruffly as he opened the box. “You’ve got to be hungry.”

  Alex nodded, unable to speak. She’d forgotten all about being hungry for food. Her hunger was for something else all together, but something told her that particular appetite wasn’t going to be appeased right now.

  Taking a slice, she placed it on one of the napkins and licked her fingers. The scent of tomato sauce, basil, oregano and cheese wafted upward making her stomach growl in anticipation. She glanced over at Joshua, but he was busy consuming his first slice of pizza. He had to be starving. He wasn’t a small man and he hadn’t had much to eat today.

  “So, who were you talking with on the phone?” She picked up her slice and took a huge bite, almost moaning with pleasure as the tangy tomato and spices hit her tongue. He’d gotten pepperoni and peppers, but true to his word, no “yucky” stuff. She watched him as she chewed, wondering if he’d tell her the truth. He polished off his slice of pizza, washing it down with a swallow of water before replying.

  “That was my brother.”

  “Really. Which one?”

  “Isaiah.”

  “He’s the eldest, right?” Alex wasn’t sure she had them all straight in her head.

  “That’s right.” Snagging another slice, he bit into it, tearing off a huge chunk. His teeth were white and his canines looked to be incredibly sharp, reminding her once again that he was something more than just human.

  She shivered as she wondered what it would be like to have him nibbling on her neck, her shoulders, her stomach and lower. She’d only gotten a taste of what it would be like in the bathroom of the diner earlier this morning.

  It had certainly gotten hotter in the room in the past few minutes. She tugged at the neckline of the T-shirt, but it didn’t help. Finishing off her slice of pizza, she grabbed another. What had they been talking about? Oh, yes. “What did he say?” Honestly, trying to get Joshua to tell her anything was an exercise in frustration.

  He shrugged, finished chewing and swallowed. “He’ll be waiting for us tomorrow and will watch our backs. All we have to do is make our way to the truck first thing in the morning and we’re out of here.” He helped himself to another slice of pizza. “We’ll blend in with the regular surge of traffic on the road.”

  That made sense. “Do you think my father is okay?” She’d been trying hard not to think about him today. She had Joshua, but her father was out there on his own.

  Joshua snorted. “He’s fine. The last person you need to worry about is James LeVeau.”

  “It’s weird to hear you call him that.”

  “That’s the only name I ever heard him called until recently. He’s practically a legend where I come from.”

  “Really?” It was strange to think of her father as anything but, well, her father. “Tell me about him.”

  He hesitated. “I’m not sure how much he wants you to know, but I guess it’s moot now. You’ll hear all the stories when we get back to Wolf Creek. You almost done?”

  She’d eaten three slices while they’d talked. Joshua had almost finished plowing his way through the rest of the large pizza. She was pleasantly full. “Yes, thanks. Help yourself.” Taking her at her word, he pulled the box over in front of him and started on the two remaining pieces.

  “Why don’t you brush your teeth and crawl into bed. That way it doesn’t matter if you fall asleep while we’re talking.”

  Made sense to her. “Okay.” She grabbed the toothbrushes, toothpaste, comb and lotion as she stood. Only when she was on her feet did she realize that with both hands full, she couldn’t tug down the hem of her shirt. Joshua seemed occupied with eating so she made her way to the bathroom as nonchalantly as she could, while pretending it was no big deal that he could probably see the bottom curves of the cheeks of her ass as she went.

  When she pushed the bathroom door closed behind her, she leaned back against it and groaned. A quick glance in the mirror told her that her face was indeed as red as it felt. Dumping the stuff in her hands on the edge of the sink, she buried her face in her hands and groaned again.

  Yes, Joshua had already seen most of her body, and yes she wanted him, but this was all still very new to her. She was twenty-two years old, but he was the first man to ever see her naked. And that had happened when she was already in the grip of passion, which was much different than walking across a motel room floor with nothing underneath her shirt while he was casually eating pizza.

  She’d better get used to it if she was going to try to seduce him over the next few days. She knew he wanted her, but he wouldn’t take her because of his honor. While she respected that, she wasn’t about to let the next few days slip by without trying to solidify some kind of relationship.

  It would be easy for him to walk away from her when they reached Wolf Creek. That thought made her stomach lurch with panic. She wanted to make sure that didn’t happen. It would be much harder for him to do so if they’d established some kind of physical and emotional bond.

  “Okay,” she muttered. “Get a grip on yourself.” Scrubbing her hands over her cheeks, she raised her head. At least Joshua hadn’t seemed to notice the fact that the shirt was just a tad too short to adequately cover everything.

  She had to act like a mature woman who was used to having a man see her half-naked. No big deal. Her sex spasmed, reminding her that it was a huge deal. Ignoring the growing ache between her thighs that never seemed to fully subside, she brushed her teeth, combed her hair and slathered some of the lotion Joshua had purchased for her over her pink nose and cheeks. She’d gotten a bit of sun on her face today as they’d tromped all over town.

  When she finished, she used the bathroom and washed her hands. She was as ready as she’d ever be. Resting her hand on her stomach, she tried to calm the butterflies beating within her. She was going to sleep with a man for the first time in her life. Granted, all they’d probably do was sleep, but still. His large body would be lying next to her and that bed wasn’t all that big. They’d be bound to touch one another at some point. At least they would if she had anything to say about it.

  Joshua dropped the piece of pizza in his hands back into the box the moment the bathroom door shut behind Alex. He was a dead man. Watching her walk across the room clad in nothing but the T-shirt and a pair of socks had been torture. His gaze had followed her every step of the way. The seductive sway of her hips, the enticing nape of her neck and the tantalizing glimpse of the milky white globes of her ass had all but made him swallow his tongue. His cock was harder than a steel spike.

  His skin itched as the wolf within him fought to emerge. The animal part of hi
mself wanted to claim her now, didn’t want to leave anything to chance or to give her the opportunity to choose from the other single males of the pack. His brother’s words echoed in his brain.

  Take her.

  Growling, he grabbed the pizza box and the empty bottles and stuffed them in the garbage can that sat beside the ancient television. When the remains of their meal were cleared away, he began to stalk back and forth across the room, trying to tame his raging hormones.

  Alex was everything he’d ever hoped for in a mate. She was strong and independent, but her strength was tempered with gentleness, a kindness of spirit. She didn’t know that he’d watched her walk to work this morning, seen her give her coffee to the aging prostitute who’d she’d stopped to chat with. Watching her with her father had told him even more about her. Alex was loyal. When she was committed to someone there was no half-measure. It was all or nothing.

  He wanted that loyalty, strength and gentle spirit as his own.

  If he were home, he’d change into his wolf and race through the night, allowing the animal part of himself full rein. The smell of the night air, the thrill of charging headlong into the dark would calm him. But he couldn’t do that here in the city. The air was filled with the stench of man and all that went along with city life. Plus, there was no way he’d leave Alex unprotected.

  The only other way to calm himself was with sex. Hot, hard, grinding, sweaty sex. The kind of sex that lasted for hours, only ending when the two participants were so exhausted they couldn’t move and melted into sleep. The kind of sex that had been missing in his life for a long, long time.

  The last time he’d had that kind of a night had been almost twenty years ago with a widow from the pack who had made it clear from the start that their short-lived relationship was only about sex. That had suited the young man he’d been then, but he wanted more than a few hours of mindless passion now.

  Since that time he’d had the occasional one-night stand with other widowed females from the pack or with a human female, but he’d stopped even that about five years ago. It was unsatisfying and left him with an even deeper yearning for something more. Not that he’d had time for anything deeper over the past decade, not since his father had been killed and he’d assumed the role of protector of the pack.

  He wanted sex, but he wasn’t going to get any tonight, wouldn’t allow himself to take it. Not from Alex. She was special. The only way he’d ever know for sure if she would have chosen him was if he gave her the opportunity. It would be too easy to take advantage of her at this moment when she was off balance and dependent on him. And that he would not do.

  Call it honor. Call it pride. Joshua didn’t care. He only knew that he already thought of Alex as his future mate and as such would do nothing that might bring her dishonor or shame.

  But that didn’t help his raging hard-on. Yanking his shirt out of his jeans, he let it hang down in front of the heavy bulge. It helped, but not much. As he paced, he began to take one deep breath after another. His brothers would all howl with laughter if they could see him now. They often accused him of having ice water running through his veins, but Alex made a joke out of his self-control. Around her, his blood ran hot and thick.

  He stifled a groan and concentrated on his breathing. Yes, his brothers would never let him forget this if they ever found out. He had no intention of ever telling them.

  The door to the bathroom opened and Alex stepped out, a tentative smile on her face. It slowly faded as she stared at him. He could well imagine what he looked like in her eyes. His hair was disheveled because he’d raked his fingers through it as he’d walked, his body was stiff and his face felt as if it had been chiseled from stone.

  “Is everything all right?” She took a tentative step toward him.

  “Everything is fine.” He walked stiffly to the side of the bed and tugged back the covers. It was impossible to walk any other way with his dick at attention and his balls heavy and aching. “Get into bed.”

  He could see the question in her eyes, but thankfully she said nothing. As she slid beneath the covers, he caught a whiff of her arousal and a glimpse of her pussy. A picture of those slick, pink folds was forever burned into his brain. He licked his lips, wanting another taste of her sweet nectar.

  She blushed as he tucked the sheet over her. Her gray eyes were soft and smoky. A man could easily fall into her seductive gaze and never find his way out again. Never want to.

  “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I need a quick shower.”

  “Of course.” She picked at the top of the covers, her gaze darting away from his.

  He caught her chin with his fingers and tipped her head up. “I won’t bother if you’re afraid to be alone.”

  “No! No,” she replied more calmly the second time. “I’m fine. I should have thought of that and let you have the bathroom first. The water should be hot again by now.” She closed her mouth abruptly as if aware she was starting to babble.

  He was beginning to know her well and knew she only talked this fast when she was nervous. Joshua grabbed her knives and gun, which were still at the bottom of the bed. Laying the knives on the nightstand, he then handed her the gun. “Keep that with you and if you hear anything come and get me. I won’t be long.” Unable to resist, he dropped a quick kiss on her lips before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving Alex all warm and snug in the bed.

  A cold shower sounded real good right about now.

  Stripping off his clothes, he left them in a pile on the floor. It was only when he was naked and reaching out to turn on the taps that he noticed the cotton bra and panties. The fabric was practical but their pink color spoke of the woman who wore them. They were so like Alex, practical, yet with a softness she hid behind a layer of toughness. He doubted many people knew the true woman beneath the tough façade.

  The bikini underwear looked ridiculously tiny as he lifted them off the rack and held them to his nose. Her scent was gone, replaced by the smell of soap. Sighing, he carefully draped the delicate fabric back over the rack to dry. He’d love to see her in lace or better yet in nothing at all, spread across his bed at home waiting for him.

  Growling, he flicked on the taps, keeping the temperature low. Stepping beneath it, he allowed the spray to cool his heated flesh. He grabbed the bar of soap and began to scrub his body. When he was done, he soaped his hand and slid it over his cock, wrapping his fingers around the hard length. It throbbed against his palm, demanding he do something to release the pressure.

  There was no way he could sleep beside Alex all night unless he got some control over himself. If he didn’t she was just as liable to wake up in the middle of the night with him buried deep inside her.

  The way he’d been feeling since the moment he’d laid eyes on her, he knew this wouldn’t take long. Closing his eyes, he began to pump his fist up and down his shaft. The sac between his legs was heavy and he gripped it with his other hand, massaging his balls. The water beat down on his body as his hand moved quicker and quicker. Images of Alex filled his mind. He could see her standing against the sink in the bathroom of the restaurant this morning, her naked breasts swaying as she rolled her hips toward him.

  His balls pulled up snug against his body. He pumped his hand harder with each stroke.

  He could feel the soft slickness of her pussy as he stroked his fingers over it. Remembered the way her inner muscles clasped his fingers, drawing them deeper. His cock jerked in his hand. Yeah, he wanted to bury his cock so deep inside her that she’d never ever forget him, would always want him.

  He’d barely touched her when she’d come. God, she was gorgeous when she came. There had been no holding back. She’d given him everything. Every cry, every gasp had been music to his ears. The scent of her cream had been rich and thick. He wanted to taste it, to lap it from the soft, pink folds of her pussy, teasing her clit with his tongue and his teeth until she came again. He wanted to make her come over and over until she was screaming at him to fuck her,
begging him to fill her.

  His harsh breathing filled the room. He kept pumping his hand as his balls pulled up tighter against his body. Semen sprayed from the tip, some of the whitish fluid covered his belly, while the rest of it was washed down the drain. Releasing his grip on himself, he leaned against the shower walls and lowered his head, spent. The cold water rained down on him as he gasped for breath.

  When Joshua recovered, he raised his head and pushed away from the wall. Grabbing the soap, he lathered his belly and his relaxed penis, making sure he was clean before he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

  He dried off and hauled back on his jeans, as well as his socks and boots. There was no way he’d do more than catch a quick nap or two tonight. He had to be on guard and ready for anything. He did leave off his T-shirt, tossing it over his shoulder as he left the clammy bathroom.

  Alex was curled on her side with one hand tucked under her head, the other wrapped around the gun. Her silky brown lashes were resting against her cheeks and her mouth was parted ever so slightly as she emitted a soft snoring noise. He smiled, imagining that she’d deny the fact she snored. And it wasn’t really snoring. More of a soft whistle. It was actually very cute.

  Tossing his shirt over the back of one of the chairs, he stood and stared at her for the longest time. In less than a day, this woman meant everything to him. How the hell had that happened?

  He had no answer. He only knew deep in his gut that she belonged to him. They belonged together. Reaching down, he carefully removed the gun from her grasp and placed it within easy reach on the bedside table. She made a snuffling noise, but she didn’t wake.

  Turning off the light, he eased down on the bed beside her and gathered her into his arms. She came easily, settling against his chest as if she’d been doing it for years. He sifted his fingers through her short hair. It was soft and silky, clinging to his fingers as he continued to stroke her.