Island Stripe Pride - Chapter 25: Chapter 25

Maggie checked her phone as she stepped inside the apartment she still shared with Joelle over the office. It had been treated to much of the same renovations as the rest of the hotel, and she secretly loved the new bathroom.
In fact, she had been dreaming of indulging in the new luxury shower system all day. Smiling as she passed the dozens of red roses and chocolate towers that had arrived every day that week, she shook her head.
Alex was really something else. Ever since the other day in the office, he’d been playing old-fashioned suitor, sending her gifts and walking her to her door every night after work.
She had to admit the new computer system and amazingly fast internet service he’d had installed made it so much easier for her to work on the app. My Concierge was really coming along. In fact, it would probably be finished by the time the summer season began. Once they found a designer who could help with the graphics part of it, they could roll it out into beta testing.
Anticipation hummed along her nerves and danced up and down her spine. Finally, she was doing what she always wanted. And the hotel was looking better every single day. It was like a dream.
More like a fantasy, she thought as she popped a decadent red velvet truffle into her mouth and shrugged out of her clothes. Maggie turned the shower on, sighing aloud as the three shower heads began to pour water in the perfect temperature.
Stepping inside the flow, she hissed as the heated streams of water washed over her. Thoughts turning to Alex as she washed herself, Maggie bit her lip. To her dismay, he hadn’t pushed her for a repeat performance of the other day, and she’d been on tenterhooks waiting for him to make a move.
Images of his sapphire eyes boring into hers when he’d stroked and petted her filled her brain and Maggie sighed, leaning back against the tile and sliding down until her bottom hit the built-in seat that was supposed to be for shaving and what not.
Maybe this was the what-not. Her inner voice growled, and Maggie nodded and closed her eyes.
She wanted that image of Alex with her while she explored her body with her fingers. Cupping her breasts, she plucked her nipples, twisting and turning them, sending spikes of arousal shooting through her.
She was all alone. Joelle had texted her to say she was spending the night at the Pack house, and that was something she understood the Wolves of the Pack indulged in from time to time. The sense of community was strong and a necessary part of the Shifter world.
She’d told her sister to call if she needed anything, but this little bit of free time and privacy meant she could also indulge herself. If only Alex were here, she thought with a whimper as she found her swollen nubbin with her thumb.
Maggie moaned aloud, missing the click of the doorknob as it turned and an unexpected guest entered her bathroom.
“Fuck, kit, keep doing that,” growled a familiar voice and her eyes opened wide.
She was so close, and suddenly, there he was. Alex stood inside her bathroom and peeled back the curtain. His eyes were zeroed in on her hands, where she was currently playing with herself in full view of his stare. Her fingers stuttered in their ministrations. But he growled again. Louder, this time freezing her with his intensity.
“Don’t you dare stop, kit,” he said opening his jeans and gripping his magnificent cock in his right hand, “Keep strumming that little button for me, baby, that’s it.”
She followed his instruction, mesmerized by the way his own hand gripped and squeezed his length. Fuck, he was so hot. She licked her lips at the drop of precum that formed on his mushroomed head, but anytime she slowed down, he stopped. The bastard.
But he is so damn sexy. Yes. Mine. Her inner voice was going all sorts of crazy, and she couldn’t blame herself. Just look at him. Chest heaving, abdominal muscles tensed, and the expression on his face was a study of pure eroticism. Alex looked at her as if he could keep on looking at her forever. Like her image could sustain him for life. And damn if that didn’t make her sex slick with need.
“Don’t stop now, kit, keep touching yourself,” he said in that deep, husky voice that pushed her just a bit closer to the edge.
“Need,” she whimpered, unsatisfied by her own hands. She wanted him closer, touching her, tasting her. The image burned inside her brain. She nodded when he cocked his head questioningly.
“I got what you need,” he growled, ignoring the jeans that still clung to his hips. He entered the shower on his knees, dropping down in front of her until he was level with her needy sex.
“Mine,” he growled the word, and the sound sent waves of pleasure spiking through her.
Maggie moaned aloud. She was helpless under his intense stare. Desperate for his mouth, hell, for any part of him. Alex gripped her thighs, lifting her legs, he draped them over his shoulders. She should’ve been concerned about her weight, her balance, but she wasn’t. Alex made no secret of his desire for her body, chubby bits and all. The way he positioned her, tilting her hips and holding her legs off the floor, forced her to trust in him to support her, and she did, she realized.
He had her. Alex would never drop her or hurt her. She knew that instinctually. Just like she knew she was going to scream if he didn’t put his mouth on her soon.
“Please, Alex,” she begged.
Pride, self-consciousness, secrecy, none of it had any place between them. Truth was, she wanted Alex more than she wanted her next breath. The man did things to her, made her want things she’d never even dreamed about before. But now, with him, she wanted it all.
“Mine,” he growled again before dropping a hot, open-mouthed kiss right on her pussy.
Maggie moaned loud and long. His mouth was fucking perfect. The suction of his lips, strokes of his tongue, and fingers gripping her thighs had her coming apart in minutes.
She hardly noticed when one of his hands disappeared until she felt the warm stream of his cum against her backside.
Holy shit. How fucking hot was that? She’d turned him on so much he came right along with her. And all the while, he never stopped licking and sucking. Pleasuring her with his mouth until they were both boneless.
Afterwards, Alex stood her up under the water. He lathered them both with soap, then rinsed, and carried her out to the bed.
“You know, I came here tonight to tell you that Edward Coleson has been found and captured. The Pack has him in custody.”
Maggie sat up in his arms, glad that he had yet to let her go. Relief that the man responsible for so much grief was going to pay for what he’d done filled her briefly, but it was so much less important than she’d thought it would be.
“Good. What happens now?”
“Well, there will be an investigation. Most of the money is probably gone, but Rafe said a good chunk of it would be returned immediately to you.”
“Doesn’t matter now, ISP has the mortgage-”
“Actually, there is no mortgage. The debt has been paid.”
“So, you own the hotel outright?” she sat up straighter.
“Not me. You and Joelle. It was in that stack of papers I had you sign last week,” he said.
“What?”
“I didn’t want you to be angry, kit, but I could never take this place from you.”
“Angry? Why would I be angry? And what about your boss, your Neta?” she corrected herself.
“What about him?”
“Isn’t he mad he lost all that money?”
“You don’t understand, I bought the loan out.”
“You? How can I pay you back?” she worried.
“Maggie, I don’t know how to tell you this, but that loan was a drop in the bucket,” he shrugged and ducked his head.
She could tell from the pink stain across his cheeks talking about his wealth embarrassed him. Maggie smiled, and he finally seemed to exhale, snuggling her close.
“You’re not mad?” he asked.
“How could I be mad? It’s not every day a gorgeous man gives me millions of dollars then makes me scream his name,” she bit her lip and stroked his naked chest, “Will you stay the night? Joelle is sleeping over at Charley’s.”
“If I get in that bed with you, kit, I’m not leaving,” his voice seemed to drop another octave and warmth filled her.
“Good,” she murmured, nuzzling his mouth with her lips.
All that time in the shower, he hadn’t kissed her mouth and suddenly, she missed it, wanted it desperately. She needed to kiss him. The intimacy of it, the closeness, she wanted to feel all of that with him.
“Kiss me,” she whispered against his lips.
And that was the last coherent thought Maggie had before her Tiger claimed her mouth.
Now if only he would claim the rest of her, her inner voice spoke up again, but Maggie simply sighed and gave herself over to the feeling of being in his arms.