A gloomy fog had settled around her. She’d just realized her time with Tiny was coming to an end.
She was safe. His job was over.
He’d told her that she was his, but what did that mean? Was she only his while he’d been guarding her? They’d been so focused on the now, that they’d never spoken of what would happen later.
What was she going to do without him?
“Hey, it’s over.” He cupped her cheeks, running his thumb over her lips. “You’re safe.”
“I’ve always felt safe with you around.” She wasn’t going to ask him about what happened next. Not tonight. Tonight, was just for them.
She knelt before him. She was still dressed in her corset and skirt. Tiny had given her his jacket to wear for the ride home, but she’d left it in the living room.
“Can we play tonight, Sir?” she asked softly, staring up at him pleadingly.
“Baby, you’ve had a shock. You’re not up—”
“I am, Sir. Sorry to interrupt you. But I need this. Please.” She could feel the tears welling. She knew she’d cry if he turned her down. And she didn’t want to start crying because she had a feeling she was going to find it nearly impossible to stop. She didn’t know how to deal with all the thoughts and feelings running through her.
It was too much. She was going to explode.
“All right.” Tiny placed his hand on her head, and she instantly felt calmer. “We’ll play.”
She smiled up at him, but he didn’t smile back. His gaze was intense. Hungry.
“Stand and strip. We’re having that shower.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She stood and pulled down her skirt. Tiny focused on her miniscule G-string.
“Jesus,” he muttered as she pulled the G-string down slowly.
She turned, smiling slightly. “Would you help me with my corset, Sir?”
He felt like a bumbling giant, his hands rough and clumsy, but he managed to loosen her corset enough for her to slip out of it.
When she turned, he stared, taking her in. She was perfection, and he wanted to savor every moment with her.
It hadn’t escaped him that she no longer had need of a bodyguard, not once Maddy was in custody. He wondered how she felt about having a boyfriend. For real. The logistics were a bit messy. They lived in separate cities. They both had jobs they loved.
But he wasn’t going to let a few details get in the way. As long as she was willing to make things work.
“Strip me,” he commanded, aware of how rough his voice sounded. He grimaced. His voice sounded rough, even to his own ears. But she didn’t appear worried. She grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up. He helped her get it over his head. She took a moment, just staring at him.
“May I touch you, Sir?” she asked.
“Soon.”
She pouted slightly, but moved her hands to his jeans and undid the buttons. She tugged down his jeans, and he groaned as his cock was freed from its strict confines.
Reagan whimpered as she crouched, pulling his jeans over each foot. When she was finished, she knelt and stared at his cock.
“Please, Sir,” she begged.
“No.”
“You are so mean.”
“Nice of you to notice,” he told her. “Get in the shower. Hands against the wall, legs spread.”
She jumped to her feet and raced into the shower stall. Tiny couldn’t remember if he’d ever had a sub that enthusiastic.
He turned the water on, directing it away from her as he waited for it to warm up. When it was warm enough, he pulled the head off the holder. It was one of those showers with the extendable arm. He held the shower head in his hand, running the water over her long, elegant back, her sexy legs, then up the inside of her thigh. He turned the head, so the water blasted her pussy.
Reagan arched her back with a deep sigh.
She was dying to turn around. To touch him. It took all her control just to stand there as he pulled the shower head away from her pussy. She risked a small look over her shoulder, watching as he picked up her shower gel.
Was he going to wash her?
He hummed slightly, and she turned back around. He ran his slick hands over her back, down her arms then back up. She giggled as he moved his hands down her sides, but he didn’t relent, he kept his touch firm as he washed her back.
Then he crouched, soaping the back of her legs.
“Spread,” he ordered.
She moved her legs apart, grateful for the support of the shower wall as he thoroughly cleaned her legs, from her feet up to the top of her thighs. When he grasped hold of her ass, she groaned.
Who knew getting washed could be such a turn-on?
Standing, he pressed himself against her, his cock hard against her backside. He grasped hold of her breasts. He ran his soapy hands around the globes before brushing his thumbs over the nipples.
“Sir.”
“Your ass is getting plugged tonight.”
Oh, fuck. Her asshole puckered at the thought, and she wasn’t sure whether to be scared or intrigued. A bit of both. She owned a plug, but she’d never actually used it on herself.
But Tiny wasn’t just anyone.
He was the man she loved. She stiffened at the thought. Shouldn’t come as a surprise. In her subconscious, she’d known for a while. But the realization did come with some trepidation and sadness.
“What is it? Are you scared?” he asked, pulling her around.
“Of being plugged? No.” Of losing him, yes. But she wasn’t going to say anything. She wasn’t going to ruin their night.
“Good. I would never to anything to hurt you.”
Not physically, anyway.
Tiny took hold of his cock. She stared down at him, licking her lips. He was long and thick, erect. Delicious.
“Suck me.” He removed his hand and pushed lightly on her shoulders. He adjusted the water, so it wasn’t on her face as she knelt and stared at his shaft.
Slowly, she took the tip into her mouth and sucked on him. Tiny groaned, and she smiled slightly. She pulled back then licked her way down his cock, taking her time, running her tongue over the smooth, silky head, the thick shaft. When she reached the base, she moved her attention to his balls. She cupped his balls, then drew them into her mouth.
“Take me into your mouth.”
She let his balls go then cupped them with one hand while she circled the base of his cock with her other hand. She squeezed him as she took him into her mouth. She moved slowly up then took him in deep. She could practically feel his need. Knew he was so close. She moved faster and faster.
“You are so beautiful,” she told him as she took a breath.
“Reagan, damn it.”
She guessed he wanted her to get on with it. She moved the hand she’d wrapped around the base of his cock, pulling it up and down, while she kept licking him.
“I’m gonna come.”
A few pumps later, he burst into her mouth. She swallowed him down, loving the creamy-salty taste. Loving that she’d given him pleasure.
He’d given her so much.
This was the very least he could do for him.
Pulling her up, he kissed her deeply before drying her then wrapping her in a towel and carrying her into the bedroom.
“I could get used to this,” she told him.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Having you carry me around. I never thought I’d like it. But everything’s different with you. I’m different with you.”
“In a good way?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely in a good way.”
He gave her an arrogant nod. Then he placed her gently on the bed and unwrapped her. It was like unwrapping a Christmas present. Not that his feelings about Reagan were childlike or innocent. Not at all. He was still pumped from that blow job she’d given him.
He threw the towel away then opened the bedside drawer where he’d placed the goodies they’d bought on their shopping trip. He pulled
out the lube and butt plug first. Reagan gasped slightly, and he looked over to find her staring at the plug with a mix of excitement and worry.
He reached in again, grabbed a condom and a remote-controlled egg. He set everything down on the bed then moved over toward Reagan, staring down at her for a long moment.
“Is there something on my face?” she asked, reaching up to wipe at her cheek.
Tiny grabbed her hand, stilling her. “No. You’re beautiful.”
“I am?” she asked shyly.
It still amazed him that she didn’t know how gorgeous she was. Her parents had never complimented her. Not only about the way she looked, but in anything. Leaning in, he nipped at her lower lip, then pressed his mouth against hers, sweeping his tongue into her mouth.
He kissed the skin beneath her ear, and she shivered. He pinched one nipple as he moved his mouth down her neck. She shivered beneath him, her soft whimpers driving his arousal higher.
Reaching over, he grabbed the remote-controlled egg.
“Place your hands over your head.” He waited until she complied. “Spread your legs. Wider.”
He slid a hand over her mound, cupping her. Reagan watched him, her face filled with desire. She whimpered when he didn’t move, but kept her hands where he’d ordered.
And Henderson thought she was cold? Idiot.
Sliding the egg through her slick folds, he pushed it deep inside her. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come. If you’re not…”
She gave him a disgruntled look, and he tapped her nose in warning.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hold that egg. Turn over. On your knees with your face down.”
She moved slowly but did as he ordered, her ass poking out. He gave her a sharp smack.
“Ow.” She glared over her shoulder at him.
He just grinned. “Hands above your head. Spread your legs.” He moved his fingers down to her slick folds, coating them in her sweet juice. Then he ran his wet finger up and down between her butt cheeks. He circled her asshole then pushed the tip slightly into her.
He grabbed the lube then coated two fingers. “Breathe in, baby.” As she took a deep breath in, he pushed the tip of one finger into her hole. “Out.”
He thrust deep, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Damn, she was tight. His cock throbbed at the thought of being inside her. But not yet. He turned on the egg as he thrust his finger in and out of her ass. He added another finger as he felt her relax. In and out, he pumped his fingers as the egg made her cry out with pleasure.
“Good girl,” he told her, withdrawing his fingers and turning off the egg.
She groaned and he grinned, knowing she was silently calling him all sorts of nasty names. He quickly lubed up the plug then parted her ass cheeks.
“Here we go.”
“Oh, lord have mercy on me,” she muttered.
He slowly pushed the plug inside her, pausing only briefly to turn the egg back on. Reagan made a low noise as he pushed it deep.
He leaned over her, his cock pressing against her plugged backside. “Good?”
“I wouldn’t say good, exactly. Oh, hell,” she exclaimed as he nibbled on her ear then kissed down her backbone. He gave her ass a small tap, and she jumped, crying out.
“Oh. Oh.”
Reaching beneath her, he rubbed at her clit gently as the egg continued to buzz inside her. His need for her nearly at boiling point, he turned the egg off and slid it out.
He slipped the condom on, then lined his cock with her entrance, placing just the tip inside her.
“Sir!” she cried out.
“Yes?”
“I need you!”
He’d thrust deep before the last word erupted from her mouth. Damn, she was tight. His forehead broke out in a sweat as he had to pause and gain some control. She pulsed around him, her passage sucking him in tight.
Holy hell.
He had to move. Gritting his teeth, sweat gathered on his brow as he moved back and forth. His movements grew faster and faster. Reaching around once more, he strummed her clit. Her cries filled the room, her breathing growing faster.
“Come, Reagan!” He yelled as he felt himself explode.
She let out a bellow that made him grin before she came around his cock, her passage clenching down on him, making him shudder.
Hell yeah.
***
Twenty minutes later, she laid her head against his chest, snuggling against him. He ran his hand up and down her back in slow, soothing movements. She couldn’t sleep. There was too much going through her brain. She couldn’t focus on just one thought.
“What now?” she asked.
He continued to rub her back. “We sleep.”
She leaned up so she could look into his face. “That’s not what I meant. We know who my intruder is. There’s no reason for you to stay here anymore.”
“You kicking me out?”
“No.” As if. “Of course, I’m not. But you have a job to return to.”
“You’re tired. We’ll talk in the morning.”
“No,” she said fiercely. “Now. I have to know.”
“What happens now? I don’t know how this works. Are we going to continue to be with each other? What if you find someone new? What if—”
“Hush,” he told her firmly. “There is no one else.”
She growled in frustration then climbed off him.
“Where are you going?”
“I need some coffee.” She stomped naked into the kitchen, aware of him following her. He was silent as she made them both coffee.
“You won’t sleep.”
“I’m not going to sleep anyway.”
She brought the cup to her mouth. He stepped forward, taking the cup from her hands and placing it on the counter.
“Give me back my coffee.”
“No.”
She scowled, reaching for the cup.
“Stop, Reagan.” He used that voice. His Dom voice.
She picked up the cup. Part of her wondered what the hell she was doing? Was she deliberately provoking him? Did she want a fight? Maybe. She put the cup down and ran her hand over her face. “What’s wrong with me?”
“You’re stressed, exhausted.” He picked her up. “And asking for a spanking.”
Reagan leaned her head against his chest. “Is it really over?”
“This intruder shit? Hopefully. Us? No.”
“Promise?” She couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t. She loved him. He was everything.
“Promise.”
Chapter Twelve
The next afternoon Tiny let Jack and Roarke into the apartment. Reagan stood as they walked in, their faces grim. “Did she tell you anything?”
“Take a seat,” Tiny told them.
“Oh, yes, sorry. Shall I make coffee? Tea?”
She was so tense, he worried she’d snap. He reached over and grabbed hold of her hand, tugging her down next to him as he sat. “They don’t need tea or coffee.”
He knew it was a coping mechanism. The ritual of making tea or coffee helped her calm down. Helped center her. But he wanted to give her another method of calming herself.
Him.
He ran his hand up and down her arm until she relaxed slightly against him. Good. Assured she was calmer, he turned to Jack. “Well?”
“We picked Maddy up at her house and brought her in to the station for questioning. She’s not saying anything. Without a confession, we only have her on an attempted break-in, and a good lawyer would probably argue against that successfully. I wish we knew what her motive was.”
“I think I might know,” Reagan said, surprising them all. “She and Paul grew up together. They went to the same school. It looks like they were close.”
Roarke frowned. “You think she might have done this because of what happened between you and Paul?”
“Yes.”
“How did you discover this?” Tiny asked, surprised. It was the first he’d heard of this.
“It was on her Facebook account.”
“She didn’t have her security settings on?” Jack seemed surprised.
“No, she did. I hacked into her account.”
“You did what?” he whispered.
She looked at him guiltily. “I hacked into her account. It’s okay, she’ll never know. I’m good.”
“Oh, I have no doubt.” He was certain she was more than good. “How often do you do things like that?”
“Ahh, not that often.”
“I’m going to pretend I never heard any of this,” Jack told them. “I guess I don’t need to tell you that’s illegal.”
“Don’t worry, won’t happen again,” Tiny assured him.
Reagan frowned and opened her mouth, but he shook his head at her.
“You think Paul put her up to this?” Jack asked.
“Perhaps,” Roarke said.
“What about the florist? She said it was a man who paid for those flowers?” Reagan asked.
“Maddy could have paid someone to buy the flowers,” Jack told her.
“I want to talk to Henderson,” Tiny demanded.
Roarke nodded. “I’ll make a call.”
He disappeared into the kitchen.
“We’ll talk later,” Tiny warned Reagan.
She sighed. “I can guess how that conversation is going to go. You’re going to order me not to hack into any more sites. I’m going to tell you I only do it when necessary. You’ll glare at me. I’ll glare back. You’ll threaten to spank me. I’ll tell you to bring it on. Then we’ll kiss and make up.”
He gave her a stern look. “It’s against the law. It’s dangerous. You’ll stop.”
“Fine. If I have to.”
“You do.”
Roarke returned. “He’s agreed to meet with you at my office in an hour.”
Tiny didn’t like the way the Jack studied Reagan. He glared at the other man. It was his job to take care of Reagan. Reagan might not think that Jack was interested in her, but Tiny thought differently.
And Jack could just back the hell off.
The other man looked over at him and grinned slightly. “Guess you’ll be taking off soon, huh?”
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