Page 71 of Vaquero
Chapter Twenty-Eight
So... There he was. In the shower. Making a fool of himself. Singing a love song. Badly. A small foil package waited patiently in the soap tray. But Julio loved the way Meg’s eyes roved over every inch of his naked body. She’d told him to pick the song while she lathered up billows of sudsy body wash in her hands, then proceeded to smooth those billows over his chest and belly, until... Yeah. She knew how to work him and how to get her way. Because with every slick glide of her fingers, she’d won him over bit by bit, and soapy inch by inch. He’d given up and started singing.
“Love Me Tender”had never sounded so raspy, yet so perfect. Meg Duncan was as good as sunshine. As if he’d been a dying plant, she’d brought him back to life. Made him truly want to live again. Once again, the fiery blood of his Spanish heritage coursed through his veins. He was awakened to the beauty around him. The beauty in his shower. Err, her shower.
For the first time in his life, Julio knew true love. He knew what it was to be a man again. A lover. God willing, perhaps a husband, too. It seemed the perfect way for what he felt for Meg to end. Not with closure, but with his ring on her finger and the promise of forever.
While she worked his manhood, he fell madly in love. At last, he captured her nimble fingers and lifted them to his mouth. He suckled her index finger first, then the next. And the next, whirling his tongue over each slender digit until her eyes were bright with lust.
He was seeing a different side to Meg. With the right stimulation, this saint of a woman had turned into an energetic wildcat who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to tell him. He loved that she had no problem being naked with him. None at all. Even her bare head didn’t seem to bother her anymore. She seemed at peace with the lush curves of her all-female body, the fullness of her breasts, the dip of her slender waist, and the flare of her hips. He was at peace with those feminine attributes, too. Very much so. In fact, he preferred the plush weight of Meg to the anorexic bodies the media held up as preferred models of womanhood. A woman shouldn’t have to starve herself to please anyone, and a man worth having would never demand such a thing of the woman he loved.
It was then that Meg joined in, singing with him. Laughing with him. And Julio was falling hard. But man, what a ride. If this was true love, he was in it to win it. To the end. And for once, this ending would not be bitter. It would be better. Best. Because however it came, it would be with Meg.
Instead of wasting away, she’d turned her brokenness into beauty and strength. She could’ve chosen to spend her life moaning and groaning, becoming nasty and petty and bitter. Instead, she’d decided to become better, and she’d made it look easy.
“Turn around,” his bossy shower partner ordered, making a circle in the air with her soapy finger. “Step out of the spray. I need to wash your back. Are those bandages still dry?”
Putting his palms to the tiled wall opposite the shower nozzle, Julio nodded. “Of course. They’re waterproof.”
She gave his ass a gentle smack. “You planned to get me into this shower all along, didn’t you?”
“Like you and your condoms, I just hoped,” he replied, lifting his shoulders in mock innocence. Of course he’d planned to get her naked. Showering together was an added bonus.
Instead of scrubbing his back, Meg leaned into it, plastering all those soapy womanly attributes against his spine and backside. Making his skin slippery. Starting a fire. Reaching her arms around him, she let her fingers flutter over his chest, then dived down his belly to his cock.
He groaned as she handled him with unabashed shyness. Her fingers were strong where they needed to be strong, then soft as feathers where he needed to be handled more gently. Still humming what would forever be his favorite love song, she stroked him to standing attention.
He did not want to come like this, not in her hand. But she was driving him to the edge of his restraint. The song hummed through him. With her pressed against him, all he could feel were the diamond-hard tips of her nipples. His mouth watered. Lust roared through his veins, pulsing with desire. If he lived to be a hundred, Julio knew he could never make enough love to her. With her.
Crazy with need, he turned into her and slipped his hands down her back to cup her ass. Her breath hitched and those dark green, sultry, come-hither eyes widened. Her pupils were big, black, and dilated, reflecting desire back at him. Her breaths came fast and hard.
When her arms wrapped around his neck, he lifted her off her feet and wrapped those beautiful long legs around his waist.
“You’re so, so bad,” she murmured thickly, even as her hips arched into his. “Wait a second. Where’d that condom go?”
Julio lifted the foil packet from the soap tray and gave it to her.
“You’re so, so perfect,” he told her sincerely. Everything that came out of her mouth was sweet and generous. Not once had she belittled him. She might be direct and, okay, yes, she was bossy. But Meg loved him. He could feel the warmth of it wrapping around him. He could see the honesty in her eyes.Dios!He wanted to wallow in it. To never leave this shower stall.
Meg used her teeth to open the packet. Maneuvering her lithe hand between their bellies, she gloved him, then impaled herself on him. To the hilt.
He closed his eyes at the pleasure suffusing every inch of his body. Then she surprised him once more when she sealed the deal with an urgent thrust. Nature kicked in then. His stance widened, and he began to piston into her, lifting her up, and then letting her glide back down. The shower sprayed over them like a warm baptism, drenching and cleaning them at the same time. Joining them. Making them one body with two pounding hearts.
He kissed her with all his heart and as much of his soul as he had left to give. Licking his way from her lips down her neck, he bowed his head to her breasts and filled his mouth, tonguing that hard tip until she groaned. He knew she was coming. Her body stiffened and her legs clamped around him like vises. She used his body for leverage, pushing the heels of her hands against his chest while she slammed her core into him again and again and...
He saw stars. Novas. An entire universe. A brand-new world. One that belonged only to him and Meg.
Thoroughly sated, and his legs shaking, Julio held on until Meg joined him seconds later, growling his name when she bit his shoulder. That little bit of pain turned into sublime male satisfaction. This woman, this wild, brave, amazing woman, had marked him. Like the alpha female he’d known she was from the start, she’d claimed him. Even now, her fingernails were dug into the cheeks of his ass. For sure he’d find marks there, too. Moon-shaped marks he wished would never, ever fade.
This was what he’d been searching for all his miserable existence. To belong to someone. To be valued and needed, not for his rank or paycheck, but for who he was inside his skin. For what was in his heart.
Julio bowed his forehead to her shoulder, the shower spray now lukewarm. Yet even as his manhood shrunk out of Meg’s body... Even as she slipped down his belly until her feet settled once more to the floor, his heart was full.
Cupping her jaw, he lifted her face to his and kissed her swollen lips, licked them, then kissed them again. He didn’t deserve this woman, but Julio knew he’d spend the rest of his life serving her. Worshipping her. Loving her.
