by Tara West
He made a weird face-fart noise, spittle flying off of his lips. “I never asked you to.”
“That’s right. You didn’t.” I looked directly at Johanna. “He pushed me to my knees and demanded I suck it.”
His lips pulled back in a snarl. “Lying bitch.”
“I’ve got it on audio,” I said to Johanna. “Would you like to hear it?”
She spoke through gritted teeth. “Would I ever.”
I pulled the phone out of my purse and tapped the screen.
As soon as Sebastian heard his voice, he lunged for my cell.
“Hey!” I screamed and tossed the device to Johanna. Did he think I was a fucking idiot? I’d already saved a copy of the audio to my computer. I’d even sent the juicy parts to Savannah last night.
“Back up, Sebastian!” Johanna commanded.
He hung his head, whimpering like a pathetic puppy.
After the recording finished, Sebastian mopped his brow with the back of his hand. “I wasn’t serious.”
Johanna stood and pointed at the door. “Get the fuck out. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.”
He spun on his heel and marched through the door like a child who’d just been sent to time-out.
Johanna faced the door for a long moment, then let out a shaky breath. She sat down with a stiff back. Folding her hands in front of her, she eyed me coolly. “Still think I fit your stereotype?”
I vehemently shook my head. “No.” All this time, I’d been concerned with her and the rest of Hollywood stereotyping me. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
“As you probably already know, I have a doctor who can fix that scar.” She scribbled on a notepad, then ripped out the page and handed it to me. “Here’s his number. Tell him to bill me.”
I folded the paper and put it in my purse. “Thanks.”
Her eyes hardened. “Oh, and I did get him to sign a prenup. I’m not that fucking stupid.”
Awkward. “Yeah, of course.”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find another director.” She waved me away. “You can take the rest of the day off. See you on Monday, Detective Garza.”
ten
I expelled a deep breath as I sat in my car, staring in stunned silence at the bouquet of red roses sitting on my porch.
Wow. What a fucking day.
I got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me. My legs shook and my stomach churned as I walked up the porch steps. I needed a stiff drink and a good fuck. I wasn’t sure about the fuck, but I did have a big bottle of wine and a vibrator.
I steadied the vase on my hip while unlocking the front door. I set the bouquet on my kitchen table and then went back for my shopping bags and takeout. I’d spent the rest of the afternoon hitting the area retro thrift shops and flea markets to celebrate my promotion. I’d found a few really cute dresses and two pairs of fishnet stockings, but my biggest find had to be the vintage, shiny red pumps that made me feel like a pinup model.
Detective Garza was going to kick ass in style.
No sooner had I sat down to my dinner and a tall glass of wine than I heard a knock on the door. I shouldn’t have been surprised to see my tall, hung, and gorgeous stud through the peephole.
I swung the door open wide, leaning against the frame with a smile. “Thank you for the flowers.”
His cheeks flushed, and he flashed a bashful smile. “You’re welcome.”
I clasped my hands together, practically jumping out of my new red pumps. “I got the detective part.”
“You did?” His smile lit up my world. “Wow, I’m happy for you.”
I bit my lip, coyly batting my lashes, thinking I’d rather fuck Brad than a vibrator. “Thanks.”
“Can I take you out to celebrate?”
I sighed, resting my head against the doorframe. “I’m tired, Brad.”
“I understand.” His pouty face was cuter than should be legal as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
I stepped back, sweeping an arm toward the kitchen. “I brought home Chinese takeout. There’s enough for two if you want to join me.”
He froze, a slight smile curving his lips. “I’d like that.”
After I poured him a glass of wine and scooped sweet and sour pork, and stir-fried noodles and broccoli onto his plate, I sat beside him.
I pushed my food around, my chest tightening as I struggled to find the right words. “I’m sorry for the way I acted last night.” I stared down at my plate, ashamed at the way I’d treated Brad. He’d been trying to help me, and I drove him away.
Brad set down his fork with a clank, reaching for my hand. “You shouldn’t be.” He squeezed my fingers before tracing my scar with his thumb. “I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
I sucked in a gulp of air, then blew out a shaky breath. Now or never, Ariana. “I was raped by my best friend’s dad the night of our high school graduation. He’d beaten her, and after she ran off, we all went looking for her.” Well, everyone except for Bud Boudreau. He’d stayed behind to drown himself in whiskey. “I went looking for her in the barn. She wasn’t there, but he was.”
“Ariana,” he ground out, squeezing my hand.
I squeezed back, then downed several gulps of wine. “I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, okay?” My throat constricted, and I had to force out the words. “It’s just something I need to work through.”
His eyes turned to stone. “I hope the bastard is in jail.”
“He died a few months ago from prostate cancer.”
“A fitting end.”
I glanced at our joined hands, shifting uncomfortably. “I feel safer when we have sex my way.”
“I’d never hurt you.”
I looked into his eyes through a watery haze as my heart slowly thudded to a stop. “I know.”
He cupped my cheek, wiping the tears away. “But I like sex your way.”
“You do?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He pulled my hand to his lips, feathering a soft kiss across my scar. “I just feel bad you’re doing all the work.”
“I don’t mind.” My heartrate picked up, pounding out a wild staccato in my ears. He stroked my knuckles again, and my pussy swelled with need.
His eyes lit up as he flashed a boyish grin. “Would you ever be willing to try something new?”
My libido screamed at me to accept his challenge, but something held me back. I wanted to. I really wanted to, but not yet. “Maybe one day, but not now.”
“That’s okay.”
Lust turned my brain to mush. “Can I refill your wine?”
“Sure,” he said with a wink.
I topped off our glasses. After we toasted to my new role, I tossed the wine back and then pulled him off the chair, wordlessly leading him to the bedroom. Hot damn, I was going to ride him so fucking hard tonight.
* * *
I tried something different this time, though not too risky. I let Brad sit up while I tied his arms behind him. Then I placed the blindfold over his eyes and proceeded to suck him senseless.
I swallowed his shaft as far as I could go, pleased when I fit over half his length down my throat. I coated his flesh with saliva, slurping up and down his rod like a piston pumping into a well-oiled engine. After bringing him close to climax several times, I finally slid a condom down his shaft and climbed on top of my big stud.
I let out a soft moan as I carefully slid down his length, my sex swallowing his thickness one agonizing inch at a time. I draped my arms around his neck as I went up and down. Gradually, my body accepted him, and I was able to slide onto him completely, our pelvises bumping in sweet satisfaction.
We moaned into each other’s mouths as I ground against him. Holy fuck, he felt so huge, so nice. I didn’t want this moment to end, but if I didn’t pull off him soon, I was going to combust. I showered his face and neck with kisses while fucking him harder, faster.
“Oh, Brad,” I cried and ripped off his blindfold before slipping my nightie over my head.
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I wanted him to watch me come undone. I wanted him to see how much he pleased me, and I wanted him to know my orgasm belonged to him. I pressed my forehead to his, our sweat mingling as our bodies slammed together.
I shouted to the rafters when the first wave gripped me. I stilled against him, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss as my pussy convulsed and squeezed him.
“Oh, baby, please,” he begged, nibbling my lip.
I moved my hips again, his cockhead coaxing another orgasm from me almost instantly as he surged inside me.
“Mmmm,” I purred. “Come in me, baby.”
He gasped and sputtered as I reached behind me, gently massaging his tight balls while his cock surged again.
“Fuck, Ariana! Fuck, fuck!”
I enjoyed watching his eyes roll back as he leaned against the headboard, spent. I released his balls and draped an arm over his shoulder, coming to a slow stop as blissful twitches coursed through me.
I cupped his face in my hands and sighed into his mouth, pleased when he kissed me back, and then I took a chance. With his cock still buried deep inside me, I reached behind him and untied his hands.
Brad placed his hands on my waist. He kissed one nipple, then the other, before resting his head against my pounding chest. We held each other for several heartbeats before I reluctantly got off him. Brad kissed me once, then climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom.
I’d tunneled beneath the covers by the time he returned, whistling that same unfamiliar tune.
He stopped at the edge of the bed. “May I lie down beside you?” His voice cracked as he stared down at his feet.
I tossed back the covers and scooted over. “Yes, please.”
The bed dipped as he laid beside me. I nestled my head in the crook of his arm, listening to the steady beating of his heart as he held me close. Damn, this felt nice.
I smiled when the blanket rose like a circus tent.
I sat up on my elbow, tracing a lazy circle across his chest. “Are you ready for more?”
He smiled at me. “Only if you are.”
“I’m always ready, Brad.”
He dug beneath the covers and pulled out the cord I’d bound him with, handing it to me. “Here.”
I took it and tossed it on the floor. “I don’t think we need it this time.” I paused, then summoned the courage to voice my desire before I lost my nerve. “I want you on top, just this once.”
He arched a brow. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
He got up on his knees, his eyes softening as he cupped my cheek. “If you don’t like it, let me know.”
I opened my legs to him. “I will.”
He hovered above me, careful not to crush me with his weight. He kissed me and fingered my dripping sex until I was swollen and aching with need. Then he slipped on a condom and slowly slid inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting them higher as he stretched me with his girth. His lips found mine as he gently rocked into me, building my need with each shallow thrust. I dug my nails into his back, holding him tight as my orgasm built and then crested, sweeping through me with the ferocity of a Texas storm, jolts of pleasure raining down on me as I cried into his mouth. He thrust three times more, then stilled with a groan, our bodies throbbing against one another for several glorious heartbeats.
When our breathing finally slowed, he rolled off me, sweeping me into his arms and tenderly kissing my forehead as he stroked my back.
Hot damn! I’d done it! I’d given Brad control, and it felt so good. He felt so good. Not that I was ready to give up all my control to him. I still wanted to tie him up and make him beg, but at least now we had more options.
As I snuggled against his warm chest, more contented and sated than I’d ever felt in my life, I was overwhelmed with gratitude toward this man for breaking down my barriers and forcing me to learn to trust him.
My eyelids grew heavy as I thought about my new life in this strange town. My world had completely shifted direction in just a few short weeks, thanks to a few lucky breaks and one competent doctor. I’d been knocked down, but I’d jumped back up with both fists swinging. And look where my determination had gotten me. Hollywood had better get ready for Ariana Alvarado. This badass detective was about to grab television drama by the balls. Brad had better be ready, too, because I had a whole lot more kink planned for my sexy stud.
The End
A message from Tara West
Dear readers. I hope you enjoyed Ariana’s story. Ariana was first introduced in Say You Want Me, Cesar Cruz: Book One, a full-length, stand-alone novel in my Something More Series. Please subscribe to my newsletter at www.tarawest.com for release updates. As a special thanks, all of my subscribers get free book downloads of some of my most popular books.
Books by Tara West
Something More Series
Say When
Say Yes
Say Forever
Say Please
Say You Want Me, Cesar Cruz: Book One
Say You Love Me, Cesar Cruz: Book Two (Fall, 2016)
Say You Need Me, Cesar Cruz: Book Three (Winter, 2016)
Dawn of the Dragon Queen Saga
Dragon Song
Dragon Storm
Eternally Yours
Divine and Dateless
Damned and Desirable
Damned and Desperate
Demonic and Deserted
Whispers Series
Sophie’s Secret
Don’t Tell Mother
Krysta’s Curse
Visions of the Witch
Sophie’s Secret Crush
Witch Blood
Witch Hunt
Keepers of the Stones
Witch Flame, Prelude
Curse of the Ice Dragon, Book One
Spirit of the Sea Witch, Book Two (releasing 2017)
About Tara West
I write books about dragons, witches, and handsome heroes while eating chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate. I’m willing to share my dragons, witches, and heroes. Keep your hands off my chocolate. A former high school English teacher, I am now a full-time writer and graphic artist. I enjoy spending time with my human and dog family, interacting with fans, and fishing the Texas coast.
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