Trust Game

by Wolfe, Scarlet

The next couple of hours are awesome. He gives me another lesson, and we ride together. In his element, his intelligence shines through as he teaches me.

  When all the guys come to ride, I will be smokin’ their asses, leaving them in the dust. I learn and ride, feeling free and forgetting what is imminent.

  Everett

  Every time Reese tears off her helmet and shakes out that blonde hair of hers, my dick aches. She’s hot as hell riding and was confident from the get go. Eager to learn, she’s picking it up fast, and the guys will not see it coming.

  Jess, who used to ride professionally, is really going to hate me for dating Reese once he sees her geared up, squeezing that throttle. Damn, I have to get her inside.

  “Don’t stick that pouty lip out at me. I will bite it,” I say.

  “But I’m enjoying this, and it’s beautiful this evening.”

  “I’ve been tortured the last two hours, watching you grip that damn clutch and throttle, so suck it up, buttercup. It’s time for a different kind of lesson and thrill.” That stirred the heat in her eyes. They’re tilted up at me as her pout turns into a sexy but timid smile.

  Not wanting it to get wet, Reese puts her hair up before we shower. As tempting as it is to take her right here, I wait. She’s nervous, uncertain of what is to come, and I’m letting that anticipation build.

  She wanders into the bedroom before me and finishes drying off. Creeping up behind her, I run a hand down her arm and gently kiss the back of her neck. “It’s playtime.” My lips trail across her shoulder.

  “What are we playing?”

  “A sensory game. Mmm …” I inhale her fruity scent before I take her black silk scarf and bring it up in front of her. “It’s time to put this back on.”

  Her posture shoots up as she sucks in air.

  “Have you ever not felt good when we’re intimate?” I ask.

  “No.”

  “Then relax. I’ve got you.”

  “I’m not scared … I’m excited.”

  Her words momentarily have oxygen catching in my diaphragm. I tie the scarf around her head and force the air from my lungs. “When will my naughty girl stop surprising me? I hope never. The foot of the bed is right in front of you. Take two steps forward and put your palms on it.”

  Reese does as I ask, her ass now sticking out toward me. Oh, yes. “Now, climb up onto the bed and crawl forward. When you reach the pillows, lie on your back.”

  As if she knows she’s giving me a show, she prowls up the center of the bed, and I swear I hear a fucking purr. I’m starting to have doubt that I’ll get to the end of this without erupting.

  Going to my closet, I find the soft restraints. When I reach the bed, I watch her chest move at the speed of her beating heart.

  Picking up her hand, I undo the Velcro on one of the bands and wrap it around her wrist. “I’m tying you to the bed. These restraints are soft.”

  I secure the strap to the bedpost before moving to the other side. After repeating the process with her ankles, I stand back and marvel at the view. My dick pulses against my abs, signaling for me to hurry the fuck up.

  “You’re an exquisite piece of art, but it’s impossible to admire and not touch.” Reese gives the restraints a tug. “You’re not getting out of those on your own, but I’m glad you’re already using your senses. Do you feel the fabric tighten against your wrists and hear the straps as they run across the bedpost?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re going to pick which sense you want to activate, and I will produce the stimuli.” I can’t say it without snickering, knowing she’s going to have some witty remark.

  “Were you a science major? You sure seem to know what you’re doing. Are you certain you haven’t done this before? Where did the restraints come from?”

  “Geez, you need to relax. I ordered them after you cooperated with the zip tie, and no, I haven’t done this before. I happen to spend a lot of hours in the day fantasizing about all the different ways I can provide you pleasure. Pick a sense, and you can ask me to add a new one whenever you want.”

  “Touch.”

  Straddling her on the bed, I start at her belly button and circle it with my tongue. Her taut stomach flinches and wrists pull the restraints. My tongue drags up her sweet, smooth skin, reaching a nipple.

  Latching on, I graze it with my teeth until it’s freed from my lips. Reese’s body thrashes right and left as the inability to touch me begins wearing down her patience. I do this a few times before I’m sucking hard on her tits.

  “Sound,” she says anxiously.

  I can’t help but chuckle. “What’s wrong? Couldn’t you hear my mouth at work?”

  “Yes, but what you’re doing is driving me crazy.”

  Moving my body forward, I plant a hand on each side of her head and lean to her ear.

  “You might as well get used to my mouth. It’s going to be on a lot of places, especially where it’s warm and wet.”

  My tongue swirls around her ear, and I feel her breath on my neck, stimulating my senses, along with my engorged cock. “Was that enough sound?”

  “I want to taste you, sir,” she pleads. Dammit, that word. My tongue plunges into her mouth, and her head lifts off the pillow as if we’re not close enough.

  I cup her face and hold it closer to mine, so I can sweep her mouth aggressively. My cock is shoving against her pelvis as I straddle and lean over. The temptation of slipping it right into her flits through my mind.

  “Can I taste your cock, sir?”

  “Shit. No, Reese. I’ll end up coming in your mouth.”

  “That’s what I want.” She sucks in a brisk breath, blowing it out of those swollen, quivering lips. “I want to experience having no control over how you fuck my mouth.”

  My hands release her face, palms slamming to the mattress on each side of her head. “Fuuuck, I could come all over you right now. I’m going to get hard every day, recalling that sentence and how your full lips divulged it while that scarf was wrapped tightly around you. You’re shameless.”

  “And you love it.”

  “Hell, yes.” The guttural growl forms at my core, building upward, as I move my knees to each side of her head. I fasten my hands over the headboard, and when I look down and see her parted mouth, I have to snap my eyelids shut to keep from coming undone.

  I grapple for restraint as I open them back up and guide my throbbing cock between her lips. The growing growl roars from my throat as I inch in, trying to acclimate her to it before I do as she asked. Fuck. Her. Mouth.

  My knuckles are white, and it signals a thought as I pull back, bringing the tip to her lips. “Your hand is restrained right at the headboard. Tap your knuckles on it if you need me to pull out. Otherwise, I’ll be going faster and deeper until I explode.”

  Pushing back in, I set a steady pace, fighting the urgent need to thrust. She’s sucking, her tongue caressing, as she hums against my hardness. I groan repeatedly, every suck squeezing me closer. I’m watching her face as this fantasy comes true.

  The sight of her blindfolded, arms outstretched and tied up, and my raging cock moving in and out of her mouth, make this the most erotic moment of my life.

  I feel I could splinter the wood apart on my bed from the grip I have on it as each rub of her wet, smoldering mouth brings me closer to erupting.

  Knowing I’m close, I increase my momentum, thrusting deeper. The moans against my dick make the desire to drive into her ferocious.

  Self-restraint falls to the wayside when an orgasm begins to claim me. I thrust my hips forward and throw my head back, burying to her throat before my cock is pulsing and coming into her mouth.

  The thundering groan rips from my vocal cords, her name riding the wave in a hiss before I quickly pull out, not wanting to hurt her.

  I hear her swallow and gasp for air, so I move back down to her hips. “Are you OK?” I ask.

  “Yes, and that was hot.”

  I shake my head in disbelief. “You’
re something else, naughty girl, but you’re my something else.”

  “Sight. I want to see the smile I know you’re brandishing.”

  Reaching out, I pull the blindfold off her head.

  “Fine by me. This way, you can watch me lick you wildly.” Reese blushes before I glide my tongue up the backside of each arm. She pulls on every restraint, a whimpering whine telling that the sensation is too much.

  Slithering down her body, I shift in between her silky legs and waste no time. Her pussy is wet and blazing to my tongue, and the urge to taste her is overwhelming, so I begin to stroke and flick. Her hips thrust upward, and a moan is set free simultaneously.

  My control is broken.

  I fuck her with my tongue and rub her clit with my thumb until her body stiffens, the pleasure taking her prisoner like she has taken me.

  Reese

  The orgasm temporarily paralyzes me. Everett is leaving his mark on the inside today, causing every cell of my being to become more hooked on our enthralling bond and erotic play.

  I’m tuned in to the possessive pleasure as it ravishes through me. His name whips from my lungs, and knowing what will excite him further, I find the words to whisper, “I want a taste.”

  “I think you’re trying to beat me at my own games, young lady.” As he stalks his way up, with a hand and knee on each side of me, his fingers brush my legs and torso. It sends a shiver along my spine and bumps to the surface of my skin.

  His lips gently press to mine. “One sense left. Breathe in your scent, Reese. It does insane things to me, and so does your taste. I’m hooked.” His mouth hovers above mine before he’s feeding me my flavor with his eager tongue and giving me more of his intense love.

  ***

  My fingers graze up and down Everett’s firm chest. He’s relaxed and content, and I don’t want to destroy that with devastating news. His arm is around my shoulders as I lie nestled against his side. I could do this with him forever.

  “Can I ask how you ended up with this property?”

  “It belonged to my parents. My mother stayed in the house after Dad died, but she continually complained that it was too much house for her. Four bedrooms, two baths and an upstairs was too much to take care of, and I think she felt guilt that my brothers and I had to maintain the grounds for her.

  “After Krystal died, my mother approached me about buying it from her. I didn’t want her to sell it to a stranger, so after getting my brothers’ approval, I purchased it.”

  “I love it here.”

  “It’s a lot of house for one person, but I knew it would keep me busy. I received some insurance money from Krystal’s death, so I used that to redo the inside and put in the dirt bike track. The distraction got me through the last two years.

  “Krystal hated to even come here to visit my parents. There is no way she would’ve wanted to live here, but I always dreamed about how nice it would be to own it. That’s why when I brought you here the first time, I was so touched that you instantly saw what I did.”

  I lift my head and kiss his cheek.

  “I think it’s wonderful you kept it in the family and made it even more beautiful. It’s still a place where all of you can get together, and your mom can still feel your dad’s presence when she wants.”

  “She moved into a condo, which she enjoys since it’s low maintenance, but she does like coming out here, too.”

  “You excite me beyond belief one minute and warm my heart the next. You genuinely love your family, and I love you, Everett.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Reese

  “Sis, what’s with the urgency? Why did you have to come straight over?” Becca asks, seeming a touch irritated.

  “I need to talk to Molly. Is she here?”

  “Yes, but Trav is picking me up soon, so make it quick.”

  “Fine, but you’ve seen him every day for weeks now. I don’t think it will kill either of you to wait a few more minutes. Although, he can’t find out about this.”

  “What’s going on?” she asks with a cautious curiosity.

  “I don’t want to get you involved because of Travis.” Molly’s bedroom door opens, and she strolls out.

  “Hi, Reese. How’s it going with the new guy? I’ve seen Bec’s man, and he’s a damn cutie. I hear you have the real bad boy, so I need a peek.”

  Molly winks and smiles as she takes hold of her dark hair and ties it into a ponytail with the band around her wrist.

  She’s been Becca’s best friend since high school and roommate since they began college. I’ve always loved her like another sister since she watches out for mine.

  The doorbell rings. “Shit, is he here already?” I ask anxiously.

  “Yes, I tried to tell you.”

  “Just go. It’s Molly I need to talk to, anyway.”

  “I want to know what is going on,” Becca says.

  “I’ll tell you soon.”

  Looking frustrated, she opens the door. Her irritation is history the second Travis gives her his heart melting grin. “Hey, babe. Ready?” He glances in and spots us. “Oh, hi, Molly … Reese.”

  I give him a nervous wave. “Hi, Travis. You two have fun, wherever it is you’re going.”

  “Always,” he says, jacking up the wattage on that smile. He kisses Becca’s temple as his arm slips around her back to guide her out the door. It makes me miss Everett, and I was with him only an hour ago at work.

  “What’s up?” Molly asks.

  “I need your help …” I proceed to tell Molly the scandalous details about Krystal, making her swear she won’t breathe a word of it to anyone, including my sister.

  “So, you only want me to look to see what happened to the account?”

  “That is it. His wife was anal, so I believe every transaction is written in that check registry. I only need to know where the one hundred and ten grand went after her death.”

  Molly bites on her nail and concentrates.

  “She would’ve had a beneficiary listed, and that person would’ve needed a death certificate to collect. The funds in her account should’ve been included in her estate, but if her husband was in the dark about the whole thing, it’s likely it wasn’t.”

  “Please tell me you can find out.”

  She sighs. “Alright, I’ll look tomorrow, but you cannot tell how you uncovered the information. I need the bank as a reference after college, and I definitely don’t want to have to say I was fired from my last job.”

  “I won’t. Thank you so much,” I say as I lean over and hug her on the couch. I give her the company name and the account number from the checks I found.

  “I’ll look first thing in the morning and call you.”

  ***

  “I’m sorry, Reese. I was hoping, too, that you were wrong, but you’re not,” Sarge says from his chair. “Her damn signature is on every one of these.” He fans out an entire stack of papers on his desk. They’re the check images printed out on documents from the bank.

  “I’m surprised she picked a cleaning company when she knew Sheryl’s family handled that around here.” Sarge entwines his fingers behind his head and leans back in his squeaky chair.

  “Sarge, she had little reason to worry. Had she lived and quit working at Casteel, that vendor number would’ve basically gone dormant. Without activity, it wouldn’t have shown up on any new reports, and most likely, if anyone had to skim over old ones later, the name wouldn’t have jumped out, especially not for a new employee.”

  “I guess that’s true.”

  “Holly and I didn’t notice that there were two cleaning services in the system, and we spent days going over invoices and reports. No one since Krystal has noticed since there weren’t any new checks being written.”

  “Unreal,” he says, shaking his head.

  “Here is the information I got from the bank the account was through. Do you know who this person is?” I hand him the scrap piece of paper where I scribbled the name down that Molly gave me.r />
  “This is Krystal’s sister’s name. She’s a bigger bitch than Krystal ever was. What does this mean?”

  “That is who cashed out her account after her death. I’m taking it she and Everett didn’t get along?”

  “No, not at all, but I don’t imagine anyone could’ve gotten along with her from the stories Ev told me.”

  “That means she would’ve felt no remorse in keeping this money.”

  “Was she in on it?” Sarge asks.

  “I don’t see how she could’ve been or how it would’ve benefited Krystal. I imagine the authorities will have to investigate that. If I had to guess, Krystal told her about the account in the event something happened to her.

  “Hell, she might’ve even told her that she was embezzling. If her sister is dishonest or didn’t like Ev, then she probably encouraged Krystal to take what she could get.”

  “Fuck, she probably couldn’t wait to get that death certificate and go collect. Reese, do you want me to tell Everett alone?”

  “No way. I have to explain to him why I even investigated her. I don’t want him to think I went looking to find her guilty from the start.”

  “Are you OK?” he asks.

  “I feel better about telling him now that we have so much evidence. Although I haven’t been in Everett’s life long, I believe he trusts me, and knowing another woman loves him the way he deserves is what I believe will get him past this.”

  “Do you want to get him?” Sarge asks before running his hands down his red face. I’m beginning to think he should get his blood pressure checked.

  “Yeah, I will.” I grab my stomach as I cross the hall and open Ev’s door. This breaks my heart.

  “Hey, baby,” he says before seeing the stress on my face. “What’s wrong?” he asks as his brow furrows.

  “I need you to come over to Sarge’s office. We found the discrepancy for the audit, and we have to discuss it with you.”

  “You look distraught, Reese. Tell me what it is.”

  “Not here. You have to see the paperwork.”

  His brow only furrows more as he approaches me. I wrap my arms around his waist and cling to him.