Tag You're Mine

by T L Osborn

  “I sure do, but this time I want to be on top.”

  “My pleasure, baby.” He gets underneath me and I straddle him, sliding myself onto his rock-hard cock. We groan as one.

  Hell, fucking, yes! I need this. He’s mine and his cock too.

  James

  Fuck! She’s worn me out.

  Lying here with Riley cuddled in my arms, I carefully drag a hand up and down her back while she lightly snores against my chest. I’m not the only one who’s worn out. I smile and gently kiss her shoulders. Best afternoon I’ve had off work in years. I’m tempted to wake her and see if she wants a shower when I hear my cell phone ringing from the pants I dropped on the floor. Rolling her gently, I get out of bed and lay the sheets and blanket over her. Grabbing my pants, I pull them on and grab my phone. Looking at the screen, I see Simon’s name flashing on it.

  “Hey, what’s up?” I ask.

  “I didn’t think I’d catch you. Did you have performance problems?” He chuckles.

  “No, I didn’t. She’s asleep.”

  “Must’ve been good sex?”

  “Great sex. Now, why are you ringing me?” I demand, heading out to my lounge.

  “The report I handed out earlier this morning to you, where did you put it?” he asks.

  “On my desk,” I reply.

  “Where on your desk? There’s so much shit on here I’m surprised you get any work done.”

  Glancing up, I see Riley leaning on the doorframe, wearing my shirt unbuttoned and flashing me another condom. My girl is so fucking sexy right now and my brother wants to discuss work.

  “Try next to my laptop. Gotta go,” I snap my phone shut as Riley stalks towards me. “You horny again, baby?”

  “Seems you awoke something inside me,” she says, as I wrap my arms around her. I snatch the condom from her hand and toss it on the couch. Pulling her onto the piece of furniture beneath me, so she’s lying down, I lightly touch her bare skin.

  She giggles. “James, that tickles.”

  “Sorry,” I whisper, pulling her towards me for a kiss. “You’re so damn beautiful,” I say against her neck before heading south. As I reach between her thighs, I see she’s already wet for me. “Were you dreaming about us?” I ask, placing light kisses on her inner thighs.

  “Yes!” she moans.

  I lick her gently, but I don’t need to do much to get her turned on. She’s already there without me trying, but I’m going to make her come on my tongue because I simply want to.

  She writhes beautifully against me, trying to find her release. “James…please fill me,” she moans.

  “I will, baby, come for me first,” I demand.

  Gliding my hand up to join my tongue, I slide into her gently and begin moving my fingers in time with her body. She’s so close now, I can’t wait to watch. She arches up off the couch moaning, thrusting her hips against my hand as I feel her pussy clamp down upon my digits while her body stiffens as she groans out her orgasm.

  That’s my girl.

  Quickly, I remove my pants and slide over the condom, open it and roll it onto my cock, sheathing myself inside her. Gripping her hips, I fuck her hard, wrenching her next orgasm out of her. She’s the first woman in a long time who has me feeling this completely satisfied. I don’t need to come, but I do need to watch her fall over that edge.

  “No, don’t stop!” she groans as I pull out of her.

  “Kneel up on the couch for me,” I groan.

  She does and grips the sides as I sink into her from behind. Sliding one arm around her waist and my other hand to her breast to toy with her nipple, her pussy sucks me deep. She’s fucking loving this. The noise of our skin slapping together as we fuck is music to my ears and she arches back against me.

  “James… I’m...I’m…” She doesn’t finish the sentence as her pussy clamps around my cock. I hold her tightly while I help her ride out her orgasm, feeling my own build as my cock swells further.

  Oh, fuck!

  I thrust once, twice, and the third time, my cum shoots out of my cock deep inside her.

  “Fuck!” she breathes, leaning her back against my chest.

  I pull out of her gently and she collapses onto the couch, then I lay down beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “I’ve never had so much sex,” she says, snuggling into my chest.

  “Well, I can safely say my couch is no longer a virgin.” I chuckle.

  She leans up, resting her hand on my chest. “What? You’ve never had sex on your couch?” I shake my head. “How is that possible? You’re…well, you’re, the billionaire playboy.”

  I groan and wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. I don’t want to ruin this moment by bringing up my past. “Stay this weekend…please?” I press my nose to hers.

  She hesitates, inhaling deeply. “James, you said no labels.”

  “I’m not labelling anything. I just want to spend more time with you in and out of the bedroom.”

  “I have to go home to Poppy.”

  “We’ll go get her tomorrow. I’ll show you around my office and then, we’ll bring Poppy back here,” I suggest.

  “James, she comes with a lot of…well, stuff,” she admits.

  “It’s okay, we can go buy her a bed and food and something for her to go to the bathroom in. Please stay.”

  “On one condition.”

  I sigh. She’s really going to make me work for this. “What?”

  “We have more sex.”

  I smile as I bend down to mash my mouth to hers.

  Whatever she wants, I’ll give it to her. I don’t know what she’s doing to me, but I like it. I like it a lot.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Riley

  Today was the worst day I’ve ever had as a photographer. The maternity photoshoot I was doing took a rather alarming turn when the woman went into pre-term labour and needed to be rushed to the hospital. Then, during the newborn twins’ photoshoot, the babies decided they didn’t want to be naked, so they peed everywhere; all over the furnishings and blankets we were using to pose them on, and to top it off, all over each other too. Their mother was torn between mortification and laughter. I’m just thankful I have a laundromat next to my studio where I could do the laundry while I cleaned the floors and it meant I don’t have to go back tomorrow to do it.

  I haven’t seen James all week. He’s been super busy just like I have been, working on getting book four in my series done and publishable. It’s now ready for me to hit publish and I couldn’t be more excited. I can’t wait to show him what the finished product looks like. I’ve got a copy on my Kindle ready to show off. I must admit, he makes a damn good cover model, but then, I am biased.

  Entering the lobby of James’ apartment building, I’m carrying my bag full of clothes and a bottle of white wine. I don’t have Poppy with me as James picked her up earlier from the groomer when I told him I’d be running late tonight. In the lift ride, I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. I decide I’ll check it once I’m inside.

  “Hey, babe,” I call, letting myself into James’ apartment.

  “We’re in the lounge,” he calls back as I hear Poppy barking excitedly. “Who’s Daddy’s girl?” I hear him croon to her.

  Daddy? When did that happen?

  I walk into the spare room, leaving them to play, placing my bag on the floor, then carrying the wine to his kitchen. As I’m making my way down the hall, I check my phone.

  Court: I take it you and Poppy are away again?

  Me: Yup, we’ll be back on Sunday.

  Court: James didn’t say much when he came to get her, but she was excited to see him.

  Me: I bet. She adores him.

  Court: I never see you anymore. We need a girls’ night out.

  Me: Sounds great.

  Court: BlueDreams 7:30 pm. Don’t be late.

  “Hey, sweetheart,” James says.

  I look up from my cell phone and almost crash into him. He cups my face within his hands and pulls it
towards him, pressing his lips to mine. Softly, then deepening the kiss, he snakes his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. He knows just what I need to make me feel better after today. I’ve missed him so much over the last week. I slide my hands up his chest, gripping his shirt to bring us closer.

  “I needed that; you have no idea how much,” I say, pressing my nose to his.

  “Rough day?” he asks.

  “Try week. It was long and lonely. I missed you, missed waking up with you and kissing you. Though, I did manage to get my book finished and ready to hit publish which will be tomorrow’s job,” I reply. “How was your week?”

  “Long, lonely and like you, I missed waking up and kissing you, but now that I’ve got you here, I’m not going to stop kissing you.” He rains kisses down my neck.

  “Stop. James…” I giggle. Poppy begins barking and jumping at our legs. “Someone else is feeling left out.”

  He bends to pick my dog up off the floor. “I can’t leave you out. Come on, let’s go play and let Mummy pour a wine.”

  “Thanks, babe, today was honestly the worst of the week. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day.”

  “What happened?” he asks as he picks up his whiskey from the table and walks into the kitchen.

  “One client went into labour and two others didn’t want to be naked so protested by peeing everywhere,” I reply as I open a cupboard and pull out a wine glass.

  “Yup, I can tell you’ve had a rough day.” He chuckles.

  I look at him. “How?”

  “Ummm…Riles, you’re about to pour olive oil, not wine.” I turn and see I’ve almost untwisted the top off on the olive oil bottle.

  I almost burst into tears. All I want is a glass of wine and I can’t even pour that properly. “You go sit down, darling, and I’ll bring it over,” James says, placing a kiss to my forehead.

  “What’s for dinner, babe? It smells delicious.”

  “Dumplings and noodles, traditionally cooked.”

  “Yum. I didn’t know you could make dumplings.”

  “I love dumplings so much I decided to take a cooking class to learn how to make them.”

  “You’re a Jack-of-all-trades, aren’t you?” I laugh as he brings over my wine.

  “Something like that. Speaking of work… I have a meeting tomorrow night,” he says.

  “Okay, that will work out well. My friend Courtney wants to have a girls’ night. I could go have a few drinks with her while you’re at your meeting and then, you can meet us after.”

  He smiles. “Kinda defeats the purpose of girls’ night, doesn’t it?”

  “Well, yeah, but I want you to join us.”

  “Where are you two meeting and what time?”

  “BlueDreams at seven-thirty.”

  “And you’ll be wearing?” he asks, picking up his whiskey to take a sip.

  “Clothes.” I grin at him. “You just want the chance to perv at what I’m going to be wearing underneath, so you can be distracted in your important meeting tomorrow night.”

  He doesn’t say anything though and I get the sense I shouldn’t be joking right now. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I just want to be sure you’re safe.”

  “Are you sure that’s all?”

  “Yes. Will it just be you and Courtney, or will others be there?”

  “At this stage, it’ll just be us. But if Chloe isn’t working, she’ll probably be there too. Look, I haven’t had a decent catch up with them in weeks, it’ll be nice to get out. Besides, you’ll be busy at your meeting.”

  “I guess,” he grumbles.

  “If you’re worried about other guys, don’t be. You’re the only one I have eyes for.” I pick up another dumpling and pop it into my mouth. He finishes his bowl and takes it to the kitchen.

  There’s a definite shift in his mood as he remains broody for the remainder of the night and I’m unsure why, other than I suspect he’s keeping something from me. The walls around his heart are high and solid. I only hope I’m strong enough to help break them down. To do that, I need to know what’s going on inside his head, only he won’t talk about it. Perhaps I’ll bring up my concerns with Court tomorrow night. I think a girls’ night is just what I need.

  James

  Girls’ night out. What a fucking joke.

  She’s using it as an excuse to have some alone time with her friends. Friends? Is that all they are or is there more to it? Why is she so eager to go out with them? I know she said I was invited along, but does she really want me there? I can’t stop her from going out, it would make me look like I’m trying to control her and I’m not. Yet, I want to go. I need to know if she’s hiding something else behind the mask of friendship. She’s awoken feelings in me I thought were long buried and the walls I’ve built around my heart are starting to crumble. I don’t know how to deal with this; it’s all too much. Riley is bringing light back into my dark world.

  “How do I look?” Riley asks from behind, breaking me out of my thoughts.

  Glancing at her over my shoulder I tense up. She’s wearing a navy blue tight dress with the hemline stopping between her thighs and knees, and brown knee-high boots.

  I shake my head. “No. I don’t like it.”

  She groans. “James, this is the third outfit I’ve changed into because you don’t like it.”

  “You don’t get it, do you, darling? It doesn’t matter what you wear. I’m insanely jealous. You’re going out without me tonight to have alcohol, so nothing will look good enough.”

  She walks around the couch and sits on my lap. “Then I shouldn’t tell you that I’m wearing some new lingerie underneath this and it’s just for your viewing pleasure.”

  “New lingerie?” I ask, lifting the hemline of her dress with my hand. She grips it, stopping me. “Aww…come on, let me peek.”

  “Uh-uh, you have to be a good boy.” I throw her a pouty face. “Don’t do that, you know I can’t resist it.”

  I grin. “I know, but being bad is so much more fun.” I lean up, wrapping an arm around her neck, pulling her in for a passionate kiss with some groping, a way to keep her with me. I’m hoping it works and she won’t go out after all. I need her tonight.

  She pulls back. “Babe, no amount of kissing is going to make me stay. Please, let me go, I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”

  “All right, but I’m not happy about it.”

  “I know, and I wish you’d tell me why, then maybe I could understand your hesitation right now.”

  I look up at her and shake my head. “Now is not the time.”

  She sighs. “When is it going to be time, James? You’re hiding something and I want to know what it is.” Her phone buzzes in her purse and she looks at it. “Damn it. I’m going to be late.”

  “Go baby and I’ll see you after my meeting has finished.”

  “You better be ready to talk, mister.”

  I give her a light swat on her ass as she walks away from me. “That’s for your attitude.” I look up into her eyes and see them glaze over with desire.

  Did she enjoy that? I decide that we might have to explore it next time we have sex.

  She walks down the hall and disappears from view, and as I hear the click of the front door, I know I haven’t changed her mind. I shake my head and return to reading my report when my own phone buzzes on the table. I’m hoping it’s Riley, saying she’s changed her mind. It’s not.

  Simon: Hey, meeting for tonight has been postponed until next Tuesday at lunchtime.

  Me: No worries, but it’s a bit late to cancel now isn’t it?

  Simon: I knew earlier, just forgot to text you.

  Me: Dick.

  Simon: Haha. Don’t forget it’s your turn to host the next family lunch.

  Me: I won’t. Is it all right if you meet someone?

  Simon: Would this someone be Riley?

  Me: Yeah.

  I smile down at my phone as I text the woman in question.r />
  Me: Hey baby. Missing you already. I’m having a family lunch tomorrow, and would love for you to meet them.

  I put my phone down on the table, expecting it won’t take long for her to reply. I’m hoping this might distract her from wanting to talk later about my past; a past I haven’t wanted to discuss since it happened. I used women as an escape. They served one purpose: sex. Nothing more.

  Yet, Riley has been different right from the start. She captured my interest and not just for her gorgeous body. She didn’t fall over herself to get me interested in her. In fact, she told me to leave her alone at the bar. It was me who insisted. I chased her and I want to keep her.

  Deciding I need a whiskey, I head over to my kitchen counter and pour one. I take a sip, allowing the brown liquid to burn my throat. I can’t believe I want to put a label on what Riley and I are.

  What will she say? How will she react?

  I hear my phone buzz again and I slowly make my way over to the table.

  It’s not Riley; just an email.

  Why hasn’t she responded?

  I pace the lounge with Poppy wagging her tail, following behind me. She thinks I’m playing with her. Another half an hour goes by and I still don’t get a response.

  Has Riley lied to me? Is she really meeting her friends?

  I’m overthinking this.

  Maybe I should take Poppy for a quick walk to calm myself down. Yeah, that might work.

  By the time Poppy and I return home, I still haven’t heard from Riley and I’ve had enough. I’m fucking going to BlueDreams and getting an answer. Ignoring the warning flags inside my head, telling me this isn’t going to end well, I grab my keys and head out.

  Riley

  “So, how are things going with you and James?” Courtney asks as I pick up my second margarita for the night and take a sip. We’ve done some dancing and already had some drinks, now I really want to finish this and head home to my man.

  “Great. Really…great.”

  “Uh-oh, I hear hesitation.”