Throne, Tatum - Stolen Moment [Enslaved & Enticed] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Tatum Throne

  Trey parked his SUV in front of his house and slammed the door shut. He came straight for her car like a man that knew what he wanted and knew how to get it fast and hard. Rylie didn’t consider herself an easy girl, but she wanted to be one.

  His intense gaze was like hard flicks to her nipples. Trey didn’t look happy at all. Something was wrong. It had her eyes flashing and her pussy fluttering. Her nipples instantly tightened into tight, hard buds that wanted to be played with roughly. His dark dress slacks accented what she knew to be true of the man. He had heavily muscled thighs. The sleeves of his long dress shirt were rolled up exposing strong forearms. The weapon in his shoulder holster reminded her how he used his authority to get what he wanted.

  He looked as though he was ready to fight her for what he wanted. He looked absolutely predatory.

  Rylie was uncertain about getting out of her car, but she did. She wasn’t easily intimidated, but she couldn’t ignore how off-balance Trey made her feel. Something was up and it had nothing to do with her.

  “What are you doing here, Rylie?”

  She wasn’t sure how to respond to the heat in his voice. “I wanted to see you. We need to talk.”

  He glanced back at his house. “I don’t have much time.”

  A sinking feeling gripped her legs and started pulling her under. It was then she suspected he was married and that inside his house there was a woman with a brood of children with his dark hair waiting. “Oh my god. You’re married.”

  Trey cursed as she stepped away. “I’m not married. There’s someplace I need to be.”

  Jealousy spiraled through her body. She wondered where he was going tonight and hated how she wouldn’t be with him. She whirled toward the car.

  “I suppose I should go then.”

  “You’re not going anywhere,” he said. “Not when you’re angry with me like this.”

  Chapter Ten

  Amusement radiated through her riled, wide eyes. She smiled at the sweet endearment but continued to dance away from him. Trey liked it when she smiled. He also liked the chase. “I’m not angry with you.”

  “Don’t run away from me,” Trey said. “There’s no one else. There’s only you and me, babe.”

  “I’m not running from you.”

  A surge of desire to protect her from everything had him pursuing her around her car. That had him also rechecking his plan for bringing her into the know of what he did in addition to his day job.

  He reached out and tried to grab her, but she dodged his hold. Trey jumped across the hood of her car, sliding on his knees to the other side. She squealed as he reached out and snagged her around her waist. He couldn’t deny how his heart was racing for this woman. He closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin.

  The night seemed to close in on them, causing Trey to tighten his hold on her when she meant to pull away from him. He suddenly felt as though he was losing her. He was second guessing every move he made that brought them closer together. He didn’t want to scare her or push her away with his sexual moods. He turned her toward the car. Trey caressed her cheek, tilting her chin up. The pad of his thumb rubbed heat over her lips.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

  She looked away and pain slashed through his body. Rylie didn’t trust anyone easily. Was it the pain of the last year that caused her to feel this way about love? There was sadness in her eyes that had nothing to do with them.

  “I do. I just don’t feel like I know you very well. You have this wall around you.” She shook her head. “It’s like you know me, but you won’t let me in to know you.”

  He didn’t let people into his life easily. He couldn’t risk the chance that someone he loved would get hurt by the company he kept. She knew him well. It was true that he was overly cautious where it came to the people he brought into his life and loved. Sometimes protection could be seen as distance.

  “I’m trying to protect you, babe.”

  Heat flashed through her eyes, reminding Trey that she didn’t need or want his protection. She snorted derisively.

  “Maybe we should cool it until you’re ready to let me in.”

  “Is that what you want?” he asked.

  He could see that it wasn’t what she wanted, but she talked herself into a corner because she was upset.

  “I don’t know what I want from you, Trey.”

  She really was trying to push him away. “I know you wanted me enough to follow me home from work.”

  She blushed to her blonde roots, and Trey’s mind immediately went south to her pussy. He wondered if she was a natural blonde. He made a mental note to find out soon.

  “I think you satisfied my curiosity for the evening. I don’t want to keep you from your work.”

  “Don’t over think what’s happened between us, babe.”

  “I won’t. I’m not,” she said.

  He kissed her gently. He could feel her ability to read him caressing his aura. “That’s good. So, do you really want in, babe?”

  “Yes, but it gives me headaches when I try.”

  He could hear the frustration in her voice. “Pain means you’re pushing too hard with your energy. You need to dial it down. Think of it like easing off the clutch on a stick shift.”

  “Okay.”

  “Give it a try. Easy now.”

  Trey lowered his guard and felt a blast of cool energy envelop his body. The power of it nearly sent him to his knees. Rylie entwined their energy, probing deeper until their souls were exposed to each other. Memories of his childhood growing up in Oregon flipped through their linked minds. Like photographs taken with a high resolution camera. Rylie paused on the painful ones before moving on.

  Trey felt his cock punch against his pants. Her ability to align their energy always aroused the fuck out of him. He needed to get control of this situation before they went too far, too fast. Rylie really had no control or idea of how powerful her ability was. She could strip his mind clean without meaning to. Trey pushed against her energy until she was outside again. The line that held them tethered snapped. Rylie gasped as though she was startled awake. Trey brushed his fingers through her hair.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  She blinked several times. “Yeah. I’ve never done that before.”

  “You’re getting stronger. I can teach you ways to control it.”

  Relief fluttered through her gaze.

  She teased her arms around his waist. Trey was enjoying how good she felt against his body. So much so that he didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to spend more time with her. He reached for his phone and dialed as he held her. His gaze held Rylie’s in a possessive embrace. He was going to take her to bed. Right now.

  “Hey, Tice. I’m going to be a few minutes late.” He paused. “No give me about an hour.”

  He hung up the phone. “Don’t change your plans for me.”

  “Maybe I want to,” he said. “Come inside with me. I want to show you something.”

  Trey headed to the front door, unlocking it and flipping on the lights. He gave her a moment to look around. Their gazes locked, and she smiled. He headed for the stairs just off the foyer. The corner of his mouth hitched as happiness spread through his body. It was so unexpected that he wanted to hold onto the feeling for as long as he could. They headed upstairs. It was the first time he’d brought a woman home in three years. That thought had him taking pause. He hadn’t slept with a woman since he started watching Rylie.

  “What?” she asked.

  “I like your smile.”

  “Thanks.”

  He went through his bedroom to the telescope up against the windows. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Rylie’s gaze swing to his king size bed. A rush of desire flooded through his body, making his cock flex tight. A drip of pre-cum wept from the tip of his cockhead. Trey resisted the urge to take her by focusing on what she was seeing. He had rushed in making the covers that morning by just tossing them into place without making it nea
t. Trey’s heart hammered as their gazes locked. He turned away, opening the French doors that led to the balcony. The antique brass telescope was heavy as he moved it outside. He leaned down to the telescope and worked the mirrors, brining Venus into focus.

  “I like astronomy. I spend most of my time studying the stars. Take a look.”

  She brushed her fingers over the long, thick end of the telescope as she leaned in close. Trey’s gaze dropped to her rosy, soft lips and saw them part. “What planet is this?”

  “Venus.” Trey edged in close behind her. “It’s called the evening star for being the most visible at night.”

  “This is amazing. I love it!”

  “If I’m not studying astronomy, I’m studying maps.”

  “I saw some of your collection in the living room. How long have you been collecting maps?” she asked without taking her gaze away from the stars. Trey could see the flutter of her heart racing beneath the curve of her ear. He skimmed his hand up over her arm and saw the pulse in her neck jump more. He brushed his lips over the nape, kissing lightly. “Ten years.”

  She shivered. “How many do you have?”

  “Around fifteen,” he said.

  “What drew you to your work with finding cursed objects?” she asked.

  “It found me five years ago by accident.” Trey let his hands slide up over her shoulders. “I had cases that didn’t make sense until I started piecing together common denominators. Those things turned out to be objects.”

  Their eyes met. “So you’re backed by the FBI?”

  “No. The bureau likes to close things that don’t make sense. I saw a need and filled it.”

  “I should thank you for stopping me from stealing the pendant.”

  He grinned. “I’m glad I did, too, babe.” He gave her a kiss. “I’m going to change. I spent half my day in the field.”

  “Take your time.”

  Trey went to his closet and disarmed. He locked his gun away before pulling out a change of clothes. He tossed his cell phone, badge, and keys onto the bed as he passed by and went to the shower. Hot water sprayed down from the shower head. He adjusted it to cool himself off. He showered fast, ignoring the pounding base of his dick as he did. He toweled off and wrapped the towel around his hips. He looked around. His clothes were gone.

  He opened up the door to see Rylie sitting on the bed with her legs crossed and her hands propped back. She’d kicked her heels off, but was otherwise dressed. The standing invitation in her eyes had him walking across the room. He kneeled down in front of her, spreading her long legs wide. His cell phone rang, echoing up from where he tossed it onto the bed.

  She laughed, picking up the phone. “You’re going to be late.”

  “I don’t fucking care.”

  “I know you do.”

  He teased her skirt higher just as his house phone started to blow up, too. She laughed, tossing her blonde hair back.

  “For the love of fuck,” he groaned.

  “Want me to answer it for you?” she teased.

  He glowered. “Only if you want the person on the other end hearing you scream my name as you come.”

  Her laughter sobered as he inched her skirt up to sit just below her pussy lips. Trey leaned forward to nuzzle her slit through her cotton skirt. She arched back onto the bed, letting her legs go wide as he inhaled her sweet scent. He flipped up her skirt edge to see nothing but golden blonde hair trimmed short over her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “Fuck me, woman.”

  His cock punched out hitting the edge of the bed through the break in the towel. His balls tightened up as he held back his spunk from shooting out his cockhead and spraying the bedsheets. Trey licked out his tongue and flicked her cherry wildly, rolling his tongue around the sweet bud. Her legs fell wide, and her hands grabbed at his head. He licked her slit, diving in to taste her cream. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the house. He could feel the tension of sexual need coiling through her body. It wouldn’t be long before she broke apart. He grabbed her ass, holding her tight.

  “Trey.”

  He pulled away. “I know baby. Come for me.”

  “Trey!”

  His tongue rammed in and out, making her orgasm explode around his tongue. He groaned, sending vibrations over her clitoris and vulva.

  The cell phone shouted again, interrupting the moment. She flipped it open and handed it to him.

  “Masters.”

  He was breathing hard. His heartbeat was knocking his fully loaded cock like a base drum. Tice was on the other end. He had to go. “I’m on my way.”

  He hung up, and reluctantly lowered Rylie’s skirt. “I have to go, babe.”

  She scooted to the end of the bed and kissed him passionately, flicking her tongue into his mouth. Her blonde hair was a hot mess around her head and he loved it. Trey needed sex, but he wouldn’t be getting any tonight.

  Chapter Eleven

  They were standing next to her car saying good-bye. Time was slipping away. Rylie couldn’t let go of him. She kissed him again and they took it deep and fast. Reluctantly, she pulled away. “Call me, okay?”

  “I will,” he said.

  She tried to open her car door and he shut it, pinning her to it from behind. The heat of his breath caressed her sensitized skin as his lips brushed her shoulder.

  “I can’t let you go like this. I need to have you. I’ll be distracted in the field if I don’t.”

  He pressed up against her backside. She felt every inch of his searing heat pulsating from his hard, muscled body. She gasped as the throbbing edge of his cock pressed between the crack of her ass. She’d purposely worn a skirt to tease him and it was working too well.

  He used his leg to spread her bare legs wider.

  “Trey.”

  “It’s not safe for you to be near me when I’m like this.”

  She wiggled her ass temptingly. “Why not?”

  “I’ve had a bad day at work. I don’t want to be gentle with you.” He groaned as his lips coasted along the curve of her ear. He used his hand to brush her short hair aside. “I want to fuck you right here. Right now.”

  His hands skimmed up her sides. The wind blew her short hair over her face as his hands traveled back down to her hips. They didn’t stop there. His big hands moved down to the curve of her ass and squeezed.

  “Don’t move, Rylie Sawyer.”

  He pulled away and the loss of his heat was shocking to her body. She started to turn but was stopped with a firm hand on the back of her neck. “Trey.”

  “Don’t. Move. Understand?”

  She was too frightened he wouldn’t touch her again if she disobeyed his commands. She didn’t dare nod.

  “I won’t,” she said.

  “Good. I like it when my woman listens to what I want.”

  His words were seductively thrilling. She could hear the smile in his voice. She shivered as cool air blew up her skirt. She liked it when he ordered her around. Trey was the reason why she wasn’t wearing any silk over her thatch. She didn’t want him to have control over their loving with fabric again. She sensed Trey going down to his haunches. His hands smoothed down over her legs and down around her ankles. The heels she wore gave her an extra three inches and popped out her ass at the right angle for penetration.

  Trey’s hands slid back up her legs, taking the edge of her blue-and-red flowered skirt up as he did. Cold air slapped her in the ass, causing her to suck in a harsh breath of nighttime air. She heard Trey’s breath catch, too.

  “Fuck, woman.”

  He yanked her ass up, exposing her wet pussy to his view. Darkness engulfed them, making it nearly impossible to see into the surrounding forest. Trey nuzzled her pussy and licked her from her clit to her core. She groaned and wiggled closer. Trey’s fingers gripped her hips.

  “Don’t move,” he warned.

  She was breathing hard, as though she’d been sprinting for yards. He licked again, flicking his tongue in erotic cir
cles that had her pussy wetting for more. She unconsciously moved her hips. Trey pulled away, and her eyes flashed open at the realization of what she’d done. She moved.

  Trey stood up behind her. “I warned you not to move. You’ll have to be punished now.”

  She moaned at the possibility of having him take further control. He rubbed her ass, squeezing and playing with her round flesh. His sensual touch had her spreading her legs in supplication. He squeezed and released her ass, and then came back with a firm slap to her cheek. The spank had her eyes flashing open. She looked over her shoulder. Her gaze locked with Trey’s.

  “I told you not to move. Eyes forward.”

  There was a hint of playfulness in his voice but she knew there was a very fine line between his patience and her getting fucked. She obeyed, and she was rewarded with another sexual spank that had her clitoris throbbing for more. Tension radiated through her body as she waited. Every one of her nerves was primed in aroused expectation. Trey rubbed her ass, pinched, and paused. She expected and wanted another slap that would send her clitoris into hot spasms. Trey scraped his fingers up her ass and back down, then he gave her another playful swat with both hands.

  “Trey.”

  His hands curled up over her breasts, finding the silk dip of her blouse. His fingers fisted the silk, ripping it down the front. Buttons snapped off, hitting the side of her car like ammunition fire. They landed on the pavement by her feet. He pulled her blouse down over her shoulders. His hands caressed her breasts, and she arched back when he kissed her neck. A shiver ran down her spine as his tongue licked over her collarbone. He pinched her nipples through the lace of her bra.

  “I know you want it baby. Say it. Tell me you want my thick cock spreading you wide.”

  She groaned. “Oh, yes.”

  “No. Say it.”

  “I want your cock.”

  He placed her hands on the edge of her car. “Bend forward.”

  Trey lifted her hips, pushing her legs wider with his knees. She heard the sound of his belt being unclasped, the zipper on his pants go down, and the heavy grunt that came with a man adjusting his engorged sex for loving. She wanted to see what he had to offer and the fact that she couldn’t was driving her wild. He rubbed the throbbing head of his cock up and down her pussy. He thumped the head over the crack of her ass, making her feel wildly sexual. She heard the rip of foil and knew he was capping his cock.