Page 29 of Company of Thieves
“My grandmother always told me they were good birthing hips,” I said, my breath coming short and fast when he moved upward. “But then there was the cancer and chemo and ... oh. You’re going to ...
uh ...”
I stopped squirming when he reached the bottom of my rib cage and was rubbing his cheeks on the underside of my breasts. I felt a moment of awkwardness. He looked first at my breasts, then up to my face. “I was going to, but if you would prefer I not—”
“No.” I swallowed hard, then saying quickly when he rose up, obviously taking that as a negative, “Sorry, that should have been no, I don’t mind if you do touch my breasts, but I feel like I should point out a few things. You’ll notice they aren’t a matched set.”
He studied first one breast, then the other. “I can see that. Does it bother you?”
“Not at all. Does it ... uh ... does it weird you out? Usually the men I’m with—not that there have been vast huge herds of them like, you know, a harem’s worth—but the couple of men that I’ve been with have felt that my reconstructed boob is not worthy of the same consideration as the other one, and then that makes them feel even weirder, and they just usually leave my boobs alone, which is a shame because my repaired boob doesn’t have the same number of nerves as the regular one, so it likes extra love. So to speak. Am I babbling?”
“No, you are simply explaining to me that the men you have been with are inferior. I am not them. I will pay homage to both your breasts equally, and if your warrior breast would like extra attention from me, it shall have it.”
I smiled at him, arching my back so my breasts—which were now impudent little blobs that were demanding I stop explaining and just get them into Alan’s hands already—could present themselves for his review. “Warrior breast. I like that.”
“I likethem,” he said, and lowered his head to prove to me that he did. He allowed a little stubble to get them stirred up, then stroked them with both hands, my nipples hard against the palms of his hands while he kissed along my collarbone, my leg between his, his penis pressed against my belly. Then he carefully took first one nipple in his mouth, then the other, sending streaks of sheer, unadulterated pleasure rippling through my body.
If I was restless and needy before, he pushed me into a whole new level of frustration. “I think if you continue with many more appetizers, I may spontaneously combust,” I said, shifting underneath him, trying to will him to the spot I wanted him most. “Please, Alan.”
“Please what, my demanding little dove?” he murmured against a spot behind my ear that made shivers run up and down my arms.
I reached between us, taking him in my hand, gently scraping his testicles with my nails.
He shot up off me, his hair standing on end, his eyes blazing. “Woman, you push me too far.”
“You pushed me too far first. Finish it, Alan. Finish me before I die, because if you don’t, you’ll have to tell my brother that you killed me because you weren’t inside me like you were supposed to be.”
He spread my legs, now quivering with the strain to wrap around him, the tip of him nudging into me, making all my intimate muscles stand up and cheer with happiness. “Tell me what you want, Hallie,” he murmured, edging ever so slightly into me.
“Are you daft?” I almost yelled, tightening my legs around him at the same time I thrust my hips up, pulling him into me. “I want you! Right now! Now do your job so I can have my turn at you, because I am so going to make you insane by the time I’m done with you.”
He chuckled as he slipped a little deeper in me, the chuckle quickly turning into a groan of the sweetest pleasure. He moved slowly in me until I flexed my hips again and started tightening my muscles on him, mentally thanking my gynecologist for making me do Kegels.
He murmured things that I didn’t understand, his hips moving faster, his mouth hot on mine, his mustache tickling first my shoulder, then my neck, and finally, his tongue sashayed into my mouth just like it owned the place.
By the time he lost his rhythm and was starting to pound hard and fast, the tension inside me was beyond bearing, and I burst into what seemed to be a million pieces, my body rippling with pleasure. He swore, and pressed hard into me, his hips bucking a couple of times before he collapsed on me, his chest heaving. Almost immediately he tried to push himself off with a murmured apology, but I wrapped my arms around him.
“You’re not hurting me,” I said in between gasps for air.
“Your breasts—”
“Are fine. They like you being pressed against them. Holy orgasm to end all orgasms, Alan. That was the most amazing thing.”
His breath was rough as he rolled us over with me still holding him, but he must have underestimated the size of his sister’s bed, because he fell off the edge.
I peered down at him, my heart still beating frantically. “Are you OK?”
He laughed, his legs splayed, his big chest still desperately trying to suck in enough air. “I forgot we weren’t on my bed. Yes, I’m fine.”
“Good. You want to come back up here where it’s nice and comfy?”
“No,” he said, and with a groan got to his feet, then without stopping to pick up his clothes, marched around the bed, scooped me up, and took me over to where the tapestry hung. “Open the door, please.”
“I can’t believe you have the strength to actually pick me up and haul me around,” I said, doing as he asked and opening the door. He ducked as he entered the room, closing the door with a foot before marching across the room and depositing me on his bed.
“That’s because I am a superior sort of man, one who enjoys paying attention to warrior breasts, women with hips that could talk me into doing anything, and green eyes that right now are almost smoky with passion.” He leaned down and kissed me again, making me want to purr.
I scooted over since it was obvious he preferred to sleep on the left side, secretly relishing the fact that he wanted to spend the rest of the night—or, rather, morning—together. I always hated it when my previous lover remained only for as long as was polite before leaving. “I’m not going to dispute any of that,” I said, smiling to myself when he got into bed and immediately pulled me up to his side before heaving a sigh of happiness.
