“I know who I’d be more afraid of.”
She let out a scoffing noise. Like he feared anything.
“Call when you get here tomorrow, I’ll have Dominic come down and let you guys in through the basement. It will be safer for the princes, right?”
“Learning some tricks from your bodyguard?” he teased. “We will, thanks, Squirt. Are you sure you still want us to come over?”
“Yes, please. Soon you’ll be going back to Escana and I won’t see you again for ages.”
“Well, you could take Prince Kassim up on his offer. Come visit us. Even bring the big guy.”
“Not sure I’d manage to visit Escana without him.”
The door opened and the man in question walked into the room.
“Squirt, go find that man of yours. He should be looking after you.”
“He’s here now.”
Bain plucked the phone from her hand. He took a quick look at the screen. “Bain here.” He grunted. “Yep. I got her.” Then he ended the call.
“I might have wanted to say goodbye,” she told him
“I did it for you.”
She rolled her eyes. He studied her for a long moment. Then he turned away. She thought he was going to leave her alone. That’s what she wanted, right? Some peace and quiet on her own?
Then he started rummaging around in one of her drawers. He came back with a bikini and held it out to her. “Let’s go for a swim.”
“You swim?”
“Yep.”
“Huh.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “What? You thought I’d sink like a tank? Did you forget I was a Navy SEAL?”
She bit her lip. Whoops. That was maybe a bit rude. “Sorry. I’m not sure I feel like a swim.”
“Be good for you. Clear your mind. Stop you from thinking.”
She sighed and rubbed her temples. “Not sure that’s possible.”
“Could give you a spanking. Have the same effect.”
She glared and then sat up and snatched up her bathing suit. “I’ll go for a swim.”
His lips twitched. “Damn. And I was hoping for the spanking.”
“Bet you were. Pervert.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “Only when it comes to you, baby.”
With the day she’d had, the last thing she’d imagined she’d be doing was smiling. But somehow, this gruff ogre always made her feel better.
They walked out to the swimming pool in silence. It was chilly, and she was thankful she’d put a robe on after getting into her dark blue bikini. Bain didn’t seem to notice. He just stripped off and climbed in naked. She glanced around, but it was dark and there was only one building overlooking them. Even if someone was watching, they were still unlikely to see much.
He dove in. Okay, he couldn’t just swim.
He could swim.
He was so graceful that she just watched him for several minutes as he moved up and down the pool. She untied her robe shivering slightly. It was a bit cool to be swimming. But the pool was heated and as soon as she submerged herself in the warmth, she let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Bliss.
She dove under the water, her hair floating out behind her. She started swimming laps. Going slow and steady. She swam under the water until her lungs were burning. Then she burst up to the surface.
She did lazy lengths until her mind cleared, and her body started to tire then she moved to the side and looked out of the edge to the city. The Manhattan skyline was lit up. She enjoyed the view. But she found herself wishing for the stars. The peace and quiet of the mountains.
A large body pressed itself against her and she leaned her head back against his shoulder. He grasped hold of her hair in his fist, pulling it to the side so he could nibble on her neck.
“Keep your arms against the side of the pool.”
Her heart skipped at the command. She’d discovered how much she loved being ordered around in the bedroom. Which was lucky, since Bain grew even bossier during sex.
How that was even possible, she didn’t know.
“We can’t do anything here, someone might see.”
“It’s dark. They can’t see much. And you’re gonna stay under the water.” He moved his hands around to her breasts, plucking at her nipples. She gasped as they hardened.
“Changed my mind,” he muttered.
Disappointment flooded through her. Even though this was far riskier than anything she’d ever done, she certainly wasn’t leading a rock’n roll lifestyle that was for sure, she didn’t want to stop.
“Reach back and put your arms behind my neck. Want you completely accessible.”
Oh. He didn’t want to stop then.
She slid her arms back and grasped hold of his neck. He slid the cups of her bikini up over her breasts, baring them. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
“I’m gonna make you come. Want to hear you scream as you come. Going to wash away all the bad shit that happened today. Replace it with good.”
“Oh. Oh,” she cried as he moved one hand lower, down her belly.
“So fucking beautiful. And all mine. Tell me.”
His finger slid under her bottoms, just resting it on her clit. “Please.” She tried to thrust her hips, to make him move but he removed his hand.
“Nooo!”
“Tell me.”
“Yours. I’m yours.” Did it even need to be said? They both knew she was his. Always. Forever.
“Damn fucking right you are. Hold on tight, baby. Keep looking out. Let me make you feel good.”
He always made her feel good. Whether he was giving her pleasure or not.
“My Little. My girl. My angel.” He slid his finger back under her bikini bottoms. But this time, he slid his finger straight inside her. She clenched around him.
“That’s it. Suck me in. Fuck, baby.” He drove his finger back and forth as he played with her nipple with his other hand.
“Damn, want to taste you. Gonna take you to the other side.” He moved backward, pulling her along with him, into the darker side of the pool.
“Float on your back, hold onto the railing.” He helped her lie back with her arms over her head, grasping hold of the railing. Then he grabbed hold of her bikini bottoms, dragging them off and throwing them to the side of the pool.
She made a mental note to get them later. She didn’t need Dominic finding them. Then her brain stopped working, all thoughts leaking away as he moved between her legs, drawing them over his shoulders as he grasped her around the waist and raised her pussy out of the water so he could feast on her.
And feast he did.
Her breath came in harsh pants as he circled her clit with his tongue then flicked at it firmly. He removed one hand from her hip and reached under her to part her cheeks. Her breath hitched.
“When we get back to your bedroom, one of those training plugs is going in this ass.”
She groaned at the thought. Christ. That just drove her arousal higher. He pressed a finger against her back hole. She tensed, then relaxed as she just lightly massaged over her puckered entrance. His tongue continued to flick at her clit, driving her more and more insane. She had to use all her control not to move or thrash around, not wanting to send waves of water everywhere.
Her breath came faster, the sensation of him playing with her ass only drove her wilder.
“Please! Please!” she cried out.
“Come, baby. I want your screams.”
It seemed those were the words she needed to hear as she gave in, falling over the edge, a scream of pleasure erupting from her lungs. He continued to lightly lap at her clit until she came down from her high. Then he gently helped her out of the pool, wrapping her in a towel, grabbing one to pull around himself before drawing her up into his arms.
Just as well, since she didn’t think her legs could hold her. He carried her to her bedroom and through to the bathroom, setting her down next to the shower. He turned the heater on then the shower.
Oh fuck. He really was going to plug her. He disappeared before she could say anything. With fingers that shook from a mixture of excitement and trepidation, she undid her bikini top. Then she turned and grasped hold of the counter, pushing her legs out as he walked back in.
He held a plug in one hand, a tube of what she guessed was lube in the other.
“Good girl,” he told her in a low voice, filled with approval.
Damn, he was so hot. He’d lost the towel and was walking around naked. All those muscles encased in dark, smooth skin.
Scrumptious.
Her body didn’t care that she’d just had a spectacular orgasm. She wanted more. She grew more turned on as she watched him lube up the plug. He moved in behind her, his eyes catching hers in the mirror above the sink.
“Want this, baby?”
She nodded.
“Words,” he prompted.
“Yes, please.”
“Remember, you have a safeword.”
She did. But she wouldn’t need it. She knew he wouldn’t push her past her boundaries. He pressed her ass cheeks apart.
“Just relax,” he murmured to her. “Deep breath in.”
She felt the tip of the plug against her back entrance. Holy shit. Her clit was throbbing in anticipation.
“Now out. Good girl.” He slowly pressed the plug inside her.
Fuck. Yes. It slid slowly inside her. There was a slight burn. The feeling of being stretched. But once it was fully inserted and she clenched around it, waves of need surged inside her.
More. She wanted more.
“Fuck yes. That’s gorgeous. Good girl. Such a good fucking girl to take my plug. Let’s get you clean, huh.”
She stood and held his hand as he led her into the shower. It felt kind of weird to walk around with something in her ass. She clenched her bottom cheeks around the plug. Knowing her luck, the damn thing would fall out. He washed her reverently, covering every inch of her body, even washing her hair for her.
She turned to him when he was finished, squirting some shower gel onto her hand. He’d moved his stuff in here, after rumbling about having to smell like vanilla and citrus. She started with his shoulders and arms. Strong. Hot. Masculine. He watched her with heated eyes as she ran her hands over his chest.
God, yes. She loved the feel of him. So strong yet smooth. Leaning in, she flicked her tongue over his nipple.
“You planning on washing the rest of me?” he asked in amusement.
She made a humming noise of enjoyment. “Soon.”
He chuckled. But she squeezed out some more gel and had him turn around so she could wash his back. Not that she was any less obsessed by this side of him.
His whole body was a thing of beauty, but that ass. . . holy hell. She squeezed the cheeks.
“You have an amazing ass.” She had to force herself to move lower, washing his legs then waiting until he turned to grasp hold of his cock. He let out a strangled groan as she ran her hand up and down his shaft.
“Got to make sure all of you is clean.”
“Yep,” he agreed, his eyes falling to half-mast, his breath coming faster as she played with him, running her thumb over the head of his cock.
“Fuck, baby. Not gonna last, you keep doing that.”
“So come,” she told him.
He shook his head. “Nope. Not coming like this. Turn around, bend over.”
She pouted but he gave her a stern look. She turned and placed her hands on the small seat built into the shower wall. He pressed her ass cheeks apart so he could play with the anal plug he’d inserted.
Fuck. Fuck.
Her bottom clenched around the plug. Oh hell. Felt so good. It stretched. It burned slightly, but her body welcomed the intruder.
Ass play seemed to be her thing. Who knew?
She tried to straighten, but he laid one hand on her back. Her clit was throbbing. Her pussy felt empty. Her arousal was growing.
“Bain, please,” she begged.
“Part your legs,” he commanded.
She slid them apart as she felt the head of his cock press against her pussy. He pushed inside her, pausing for a moment to let her get used to the feel of his thick head inside her. Then he drove forward.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he groaned, seating himself deep. “I can feel the plug in your ass. So tight. Damn.”
So could she. She needed him to move. She attempted to drive her hips back, but he smacked her bottom sharply.
She cried out, clenching down on him. More, please. More.
He grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he fucked her. His movements were hard, fast.
“Play with your clit, Ari,” he commanded.
Oh hell. He didn’t have to tell her twice. She reached down to flick her clit. She circled it, tapped it, her need rose and rose.
“Come with me, baby. Come now,” he yelled.
She cried out as she came. Only managing to stay upright because of his hold of her hips, her legs buckling beneath her. He let out a roar as he followed her over, leaning one hand against the wall, his breath coming in harsh pants, his free arm wrapping around her waist and holding her to him.
A place she never wanted to leave.
It wasn’t until later that she remembered her damn bikini bottoms. Bain went and got them for her.
Ever the gentleman.
23
Dominic walked into the living room the next afternoon just as she finished smashing Bain’s butt at Candyland. She was starting to think he just might be letting her win.
“Sorry to interrupt. But Ari’s family is downstairs, along with Larry and they’re insisting on seeing her. What do you want me to do?”
“Ari?” Bain turned to her, a frown on his face.
She rubbed at her temples. Crap. “We knew this was coming. Their timing could have been better, though.” Caleb, Aleki, Wolfe and the princes were due soon.
“I can tell them to fuck off,” Dominic suggested with a wolfish grin. “It would be my pleasure.”
“No, let’s get it over and done with and then at least stop worrying about their reaction.” She took in a deep breath. “But if they overstay, I’ll let you both kick them out.”
“Fine,” Dominic grumbled. “I’ll put them in your office. But let them wait for a while.”
“Another game?” she asked Bain.
He just grinned.
She wished she could have made them wait while they played one more game, but the truth was, she wanted to get this over and done with. So ten minutes later, she walked into her office, her hand in Bain’s. She didn’t give a rat’s ass what her family thought about that. It was well past time that she stopped caring about their opinion of her. Her parents and sister were sitting in the exact same places as last time. They were all dressed impeccably, while she wore a pair of worn jeans and an old T-shirt.
Larry on the other hand, stood directly across the room, leaning against the wall.
“Arianna, we need to talk. Alone. Without the staff listening in.” Her mother sneered at Bain.
What? No hello?
Immediately, Arianna straightened her shoulders. She may have put up with barely-veiled insults flung her way, but she wasn’t going to let anyone talk or treat Bain badly.
“Bain is not the staff. He’s my boyfriend. And Dominic is my friend. They both stay.” Although maybe Dominic would like to leave. She sent him an apologetic look. “As long as they both want to.”
He just winked at her. She handed him her phone. He took it with a nod, knowing Caleb was going to call her when they left their hotel. Dominic would go down and let them in through the garage.
Bain drew her against him.
Her mother gave her a pitying look. “Arianna, it’s so sad how delusional you are. These people are not your friends. They are paid to be here. As soon as you stop paying them, they’ll leave.”
“I’m not being paid to be here,” Bain rumbled. “I’m here because I love Arianna.”
Her mother sniffed. “You love her money, more like. Tell me, how much debt did your wife leave you in? Must be a relief to find a rich, vulnerable woman to help pay off all those debts.”
Arianna glared at her mother. How dare she!
“Don’t know where your information came from,” Bain growled. “But you might want to ask for a refund because I don’t have any debts. And I’m not with Arianna for her money.”
Her mother looked him up and down. “Right. And you just expect us to believe that.”
“You can’t judge everyone by your standards, mother,” Arianna snapped.
Her mother narrowed her gaze. “And what does that mean?”
“It means not everyone wants something from me. Bain is with me because he likes me, he sees me, he doesn’t care about what I can do for him, or how much I’m worth.”
“And you’re saying that’s how your mother sees you?” her father barked. “She is your mother. The woman gave birth to you. You shall treat her with respect.”
“Like how the three of you treat me?” she asked quietly. “You’ve never once shown me any respect or care. As a child, you were embarrassed of me. You hid me away. I was a nuisance. Only once I was worth anything to you did you pay me any attention.”
Her mother waved her hand in the air. “Oh, for goodness sake, Arianna. Grow up. What did you want from us? To coddle you? To hold you every time you had a nightmare? Whatever we did, it was for your own good. If we’d catered to your issues it would have made them worse. You were always given the very best. And still you complain.”
It was pointless, they’d never understand.
“We’re getting off track,” Larry said impatiently. He moved around restlessly. “Arianna, you cannot be serious about moving to some backwater cabin with your bodyguard. You cannot leave your career. You have obligations. Do you think the royalties will just keep coming in, because believe me, they won’t. And when this ape dumps you and you’re out on your ass you’ll have nothing.”
Bain let out a low rumble which had Larry blanching. But she grasped hold of his arm.
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