by Mia Dymond
She raised her sultry, blue gaze, flames dancing in the depths. “We haven’t even gotten to the good part.”
“The hell you say,” he growled and tightened his grip. “Do it, Bri.”
“Do what exactly?”
“Wrap those plump, pink lips around my cock and suck.”
Her lips parted and he released a desperate sigh of relief. Finally, ah God finally, relief was on the way. Only, she didn’t lower them to his groin. Instead, she shaped them into a maniacal, twisted smile that made him shake in need.
“You’d like that, huh?” She positioned her fingers under both sides of his waistband and then lowered his boxer briefs until they joined his pants. His dick stood straight and tall, begging her to put it out of misery.
She fisted his length in her grip and stroked once, long and hard, root to tip. His thighs trembled. His blood boiled. His reserve slipped.
Out of sheer desperation, he untangled his fingers from her hair and wrapped one hand around hers, forcing it back down his cock in another hard pull.
“No cheating.” She batted away his hand and waited for him to rest it on the bed.
Sweat droplets danced at his hairline. Squeezed in her grip without motion would kill him.
“Poor baby,” she whispered.
She moved her hand upward again and this time began a steady rhythm. Up, down, over his weeping head, and then repeated the process all over again. Although still on the edge, he found himself able to adapt to her cadence, concentrating very hard and hoping to hell she wouldn’t throw some sort of jerking movement in. Slow and steady was good. Very good.
Maybe it was because his attention was centered on not blowing his load or maybe because her massage just felt so damn good, but he didn’t anticipate her next move. Just when he felt pretty confident things were under control, she held him hostage.
Between her lips.
Halfway down her throat.
He released a feral growl. “Do. Not. Move.”
As soon as his demand left his lips, he knew he was fucked; his only option was to take a deep breath and hold on to his fragile thread of control while she sucked him down even further, her throat muscles working him in an altogether different rhythm.
Jake lay morbidly still and frantically attempted to think with the proper head. What now? She definitely had the upper hand and in her current power-hungry state of mind, if he moved – even one little bit – instinct told him she would tighten her hold. Tighten it and then work him in until he was buried with no chance of control.
He jumped when she cupped his balls in one hand and juggled them from finger to finger.
“Stop, Bri, just stop!” He reached down between his legs, squeezed his dick in a death grip and yanked it from the warm, wet prison of her mouth.
She blinked several times in succession, almost as if she attempted to clear the same lustful haze that surrounded his brain.
“As much as I enjoyed that, I want to lose myself inside your body.”
She didn’t immediately answer. Instead, her gaze dropped to his groin. Her eyes widened. Her breath hitched.
It was then he realized he still had himself in a stranglehold, stroking the tortured muscle without really thinking about it.
Her eyes were now at half mast and her tongue left her mouth to wet both lips.
He raised one eyebrow. “You like that, don’t you?”
“You make me ache, Jake.”
He released his cock and extended a hand to help her from the floor. Once he held her in his arms, her full, firm breasts against his chest, he placed a slow, soft kiss against her lips. “That makes two of us.”
He reached to pull down the sheets and then lowered her to the bed, easing her back flat against the soft cotton. He paused only long enough to separate their bodies to unbutton his cuffs, shuck his shirt, and jam his pants and briefs completely from his body and to the floor.
“Time to soothe that ache.”
A small whimper left her lips when he came back over her and buried his lips against her neck. She arched her back and pulled him closer, meshing their bodies into a flesh-colored cocoon.
As soon as his cock brushed the dampened skin of her inner thighs, Jake knew finesse would be difficult, if even remotely possible. Hoping to buy a little more time, he moved one hand over first one breast and then the other, paying extra attention to her nipples, pebbled from his touch. A low hiss left her lips and her fingers indented the flesh of his shoulders while the soft skin of both her shins rubbed his hips when she bent her knees and squeezed him. His cock fell into the opening, welcomed by the wet warmth between her legs.
A tingle began at the base of his spine and quickly climbed all thirty three vertebrae. Almost on its own, his cock made a beeline for her slick entrance.
“Damn.” He raised his head and caged hers with his elbows. “This is going faster than I planned.”
Her eyes deepened with lust. “Fast is good.”
“Can you wait thirty more seconds until I find a condom?”
“No.” She buckled her legs around his back and tightened her hold. “Not necessary.”
His cock stretched, overjoyed by her answer; his brain, the thirty percent still coherent, pressed him to question her hasty confession. “Why?”
One of her slender shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I’m protected. I trust you, Jake.”
“I haven’t been with a woman in over a year.”
“Me either.”
Her wicked grin blew his interrogation straight to hell and he returned an equally obnoxious smile. “Good to know.”
One hand left the top of his shoulders and traced his jaw. “I’m waiting, Detective Rawlings.”
He nuzzled her hand with the scratchy beginnings of his five o’clock shadow and then lifted her hand and placed several kisses across her knuckles. Then, with all the restraint he had in him, he eased his screaming cock into her warm, wet flesh.
Her soft gasp, coupled with the pressure of her feet against his ass made him see double as he buried himself deep then began a slow, steady rhythm. Her inner muscles held him in a chokehold while he tried desperately to practice something close to restraint.
“Ladies first,” he growled.
She simply groaned while her small hands attempted to brand his biceps with her grasp. Her body pulsed, then clenched around him.
“Seriously, baby.” He swallowed a string of curses and lengthened his stroke while he gazed into her eyes. “Give. It. To. Me.”
“No.”
“Yes.” He slid one hand between them and took her clit between his fingers. She pulsed again and he knew he had her. One small stroke up and over the tight, slippery nub rendered her amazingly docile between them.
“Still want to play stubborn?” He replaced his fingers with his thumb and teased the tender flesh until her thighs shook.
He managed an even chuckle. “Didn’t think so.”
“Jake,” she hissed, “move!”
Now so damn relieved by her submission, he buried his lips against her neck and pumped his hips faster.
“With me,” she whispered.
Sucked way too far into the abyss to even consider an argument, he unleashed his savage reserve. His scalp tingled as she gave his hair one final yank, smashed her hips against his, and then cried out beneath him. Moisture flooded his cock. His balls crowded the base of his dick. He took one final deep, strong stroke and then emptied himself into the warm recesses of her body.
For several seconds Jake lay atop her, his forehead resting against hers, completely and utterly sated. His heart pounded as he scrambled to pull air through his lungs, and just when he thought things were back under control, his greedy cock jumped.
“No way,” she moaned.
“Don’t worry, just wishful thinking on his part.” He planted a kiss in the middle of her forehead, forced the satanic beast from her body, and rolled beside her.
“Remind me why we waited so long to do that
.”
He rolled her opposite him then eased her back against his chest, her curls teasing his still-erect nipples. “You’re stubborn.”
She answered by flexing her magnificent ass around his cock.
“Watch it,” he warned.
“What time is it?”
“Late.”
“I don’t think I have enough energy to put my clothes back on.”
“Where do you think you’re going at this ungodly hour?”
“Home.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Why?”
“It’s really late.” He placed his palm flat against her stomach and her abdominals fluttered against his touch.
Her light giggle raised his cock. “I told Mabel I’d be with you.”
“Bri,” he groaned.
“Relax, she’s perfectly happy about it.”
Somehow he couldn’t shake his skepticism. “I’m confident she wouldn’t feel happiness about what just happened here.”
“You gonna tell her?”
“Hell no!”
“Me either. We’ll tell her I slept in the guest room.”
“I’m sure she’ll believe that explanation.” He reached to spin the bracelet around her wrist. “I’ve never seen you without this.”
“I only take it off to bathe.”
“Mabel gave it to you for your sixteenth birthday.”
“Research?”
“No, she told me.” He positioned her arm back to her side and then nuzzled the crook of her neck with his lips. “You wore it the first time I saw you dance.”
“Mmmm,” she murmured. “You remember?”
“Baby, I’ll never forget. Besides, it was almost the only thing you had on.”
“Whatever.” A soft sigh left her lips and her voice softened. “I wasn’t naked, it’s against the law.”
“True, because if that were the case, I would’ve hauled your sexy little ass to jail.”
“No doubt in my mind,” she mumbled.
He planted a small kiss on the top of her shoulder, ready to let her slip unconscious in his arms, and then moonlight snuck in from the window and bounced off the diamonds in the band of her bracelet.
Guilt attempted to distract him as he raised her arm again, this time running his fingers across the back of the watch. Solid. Most likely a normal battery inside. He kicked guilt in the ass.
“How about a bubble bath?”
She turned in his arms and traced his bottom lip with one fingernail. “It’s late. Don’t you have to work tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow night.” He caught her finger between his lips, sucked it inside his mouth, and then released it. “My assignment begins at nine o’clock.”
“Jake, I’ll be fine. You—”
“That subject is closed. How about those bubbles?”
“Sounds wonderful but I can’t help but find it fascinating that you even keep bubbles in your bathroom.”
“Normally I don’t.”
“Why now?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
“Mabel might have made a suggestion.”
“Might?”
She squealed when he smacked her ass with his palm, letting it linger for a few seconds before giving it a squeeze. “Go.” He nipped the top of one shoulder and then slid his tongue across the surface of her skin. “Before I change my mind and handcuff you to the bed.”
“You brag about those handcuffs an awful lot.” She sat up and his cock cursed the separation from her warmth. Just as he thought, she spun her bracelet until the clasp met her fingers.
“Let me.” The gold slid into his palm as he released the catch then pecked her lips, still swollen from his earlier assault. “Bubbles under the sink. Enjoy your bath.”
He watched the sway of her hips in lustful appreciation as she left the bedroom and entered the bathroom. His cock jumped and hardened. He released a heavy breath and attempted to distract it with guilt about what he was about to do. Unfortunately, her soft, sultry voice calling him from the bathroom kept him primed.
“Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure you’ve never brought a woman here?”
“Positive. Why?”
“You have a Jacuzzi tub.”
“So?”
“Somehow I can’t see you bathing alone in here.”
“It came with the house, Bri.”
Jake shook his head and directed his focus back to the jewelry now in his possession. He had approximately ten seconds to change his mind; she’d either love him or hate him for his next move. He closed his fist and hoped for the best.
He swung both feet over the side of the bed and bent to scoop his pants from the floor with his free hand. Once he’d poked both legs through and maneuvered them up and over his thighs, he dropped the bracelet in one pocket and pulled them over his hips, not bothering to button or zip.
Now committed to his mission, he stood, walked to the bathroom, and braced himself on one hip against the wall just inside the doorway. Even with the faucet still running, she lay with her eyes closed and buried to her neck in white, frothy bubbles, except for one smooth, sexy leg propped on the edge of the tub. Her auburn waves floated on the water around her.
His cock stirred and he fought the urge to climb in and play.
“Comfortable?”
“Most definitely.” Her soft, breathy confession floated on the steam that now surrounded him, dampening his bare chest.
Briefly, he considered changing his game plan before good sense reeled his greedy libido back into reality.
“Good. Take your time. I’ll check on you in a few minutes.”
He interpreted her mumbled response as something close to I’ll be here for hours and breathed a slow, sigh of relief as the jets whirred to life. He didn’t need much time, but at least he’d have plenty.
He pushed himself off the wall and headed back out of the bedroom and down the hall, passed the living room and into the kitchen. He reached for a drawer and then paused with his fingers wrapped around the knob. Maybe he should run this by Bri first. He knew for a fact she was blessed with a whole shitload of common sense – maybe, just maybe, she’d be agreeable. Yet, as soon as that thought crossed his mind, the part of him Bri labeled egotistical Alpha raised its head and roared at the top of its lungs. No way in hell would she go along.
He pulled open the drawer, took out a gray box, and opened the lid. He then pulled the bracelet from his pocket and palmed the charm adorned with the watch face.
His hand shook as he hesitated one last time and watched the tiny arm move from second to second. Then, with a deep breath he took a tiny screwdriver from the box, turned over the watch and removed the back cover.
Sweat droplets danced at his hairline as he carefully laid the tiny screw on the counter, grabbed an equally small, silver disc from the box, and gently inserted it into the back of the watch. He quickly slipped the cover back into place and screwed it closed.
He’d made one last turn of the screw when his cell phone vibrated from his pocket. He bit his tongue to keep from cursing a blue streak, clenched his teeth and pushed the talk button.
“Rawlings.”
“What the hell are you doing up so late?”
Jake released the lock on his jaw, both irritated and relieved by his partner’s call. “Turner, what do you want?”
“I drove by and saw the light on. Is Bri with you?”
“Yeah, she’s in the bathtub.”
“Alone?”
“Who the hell else would be with her? Yes, alone. I just finished planting a transmitter.”
“Did you tell her?”
“Thought about it.”
“But you didn’t?”
“No, I decided it was in my best interest to keep it to myself.”
Mace whistled low under his breath. “Your ass, man.”
“I’m willing to risk it. What are you doing out so late?”
“Dara had a book signing. I drove by to make sure she made it home.”
“Did she?”
“Yeah, safe and sound.”
“So now you can go home and sleep so I can finish this before Bri catches me.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”
Jake disconnected, not exactly encouraged by his partner’s take on the situation. Even Mace knew Bri would kick his ass if she discovered the tracking device. He heaved a heavy sigh as he punched a few more buttons on his phone. Too damn bad. Someone had to protect her delectable little body and he wouldn’t hesitate.
After several seconds, a satisfied grin finally split his lips when a map appeared on the screen; a round, red circle pulsed shortly thereafter. He moved the bracelet across the counter. The circle followed. It was a small victory, but a sweet one – as long as he kept it from Bri.
Now somewhat satisfied, he grasped the jewelry in one fist, returned to the bedroom and laid it on the bedside table. The bathroom door opened. His tongue grew numb as Bri soon appeared next to him, her hair piled on top of her head in some sort of complicated twist. He found himself insanely jealous of the fluffy towel that wrapped her skin from the tops of her breasts and ending at mid-thighs. His cock inched further up his belly.
Unable to keep from touching her, he reached to finger a lone curl that hung loose at the side of her face. “Relaxed?”
“Very, thank you.”
“Are you ready to sleep?”
“Yes, but there’s one small problem.”
“What’s that?”
“I didn’t bring my pajamas.”
With a slow smile, he stepped close, opened the towel and damn near slobbered as it slid from her body. “Baby, that’s not a problem, that’s opportunity.”
His lips captured hers as he walked her backwards to the bed and then eased her down against the soft cotton, pausing only long enough to shuck his pants and lie next to her.
She rolled to one side and wiggled her ass against his stiff and very eager cock.
“That’s nice, baby.” He nipped the top of her shoulder. “Sweet dreams.”
Her soft sigh soothed his body into a state of utter contentment as he closed his eyes and rested his head on the pillow.
“Love you, Jake.”
His hold tightened around her. “Love you too, Bri.”
