by Kit Rocha
"You're killing me," Anna got out before the next spank landed, and then she wasn't able to speak anymore.
The world reduced to Mitch's hand and the incredible, unfathomable pleasure he was creating in her body. Every time he connected with her labia streaks of white shot before her eyes, like electric pulses that had begun far lower expanding in an uncontrollable web through her entire body. Usually before an orgasm the tension started deep inside, but this time it was her clit and the lips of her labia that tingled and tightened. Hot and getting hotter.
Another slap, and another. The moisture from her pussy changed the sound of the strikes from crisp snaps heard during the earlier smacks to her ass. Wetter. Strange yet erotic, and combined with Mitch's dirty whispering, she teetered on the edge of something immense.
"Your ass is glowing red, Anna. Hot and dirty, and so fucking gorgeous. I can see where my hand has been, like I've branded you, just for tonight. You like it when I spank your pussy, don't you? Rocking into me every time, wanting more." Another set of strikes landed, Anna's moan mixed with the echoes. "Juicy and hot--ready for my cock. Or for my tongue if I decided to lick you first until you scream."
"Your cock," Anna begged. "Please, fuck me. Fuck me now."
Only a second later Mitch slipped out from under her. He rolled her to her belly, dragging her down the bed. Her arms were fully extended overhead, her face to the mattress, her legs spread as he pushed his knees between hers. Mitch caught her hips and raised them slightly, his groin briefly coming in contact with her still-throbbing ass.
He lined up his cock and thrust.
Anna arched back her neck and screamed. "Mitch."
All the nerves he'd primed earlier blazed. He plunged in, slapping their hips together as he drove deep. His cock spread her, his piercing rubbing against the tender walls of her passage. The new position meant that he covered her, his naked chest to her back, head tucked beside hers. He jerked his knees to the outside of her legs and pressed her limbs together. The position changed the angle of his thrusts, reducing how far he could pump, but increasing her sensation of being taken.
Tied to the bed, his body a heavy weight over hers as he fucked her relentlessly, Anna's excitement transformed. She was completely aware of every move he made, and yet a happy haze blurred their surroundings. Unperturbed fascination set in with what Mitch was doing to her.
Using her for his own pleasure, if the moans and grunts rumbling from his lips were any indication. Dragging her right along with him, if the noises she couldn't stop from escaping were another clue.
She closed her eyes and pictured what they would look like to someone stumbling into the room. They'd find a wild man ravishing his willing captive. Rough and dirty, and oh my God, so good.
Her orgasm struck like a collapsing wall. Between one second and the next her body went from primed to pulsing. Mitch swore and froze, sealed to her from top to bottom with his cock buried deep.
Her pussy squeezed around the thick length, satisfaction pulling free another series of moans. Mitch rocked lightly, pushing the hard metal of his piercing back and forth enough to keep aftershocks twitching her entire body.
When he finally rolled off her, twisting her to the side as he went, Anna barely had the strength to form a smile. "You've fucked me senseless," she gasped out one word at a time.
He released her wrists, pulling her over him and petting her. Rubbing lightly, kissing her face. Taking her down slowly from the extreme high he'd propelled them to.
First night of their changed relationship, and the evening had been spectacular in so many ways. She still had a ton of unanswered questions, especially regarding how the rest of her work team would take the news she was officially dating Mitch.
Yet whatever direction this ride she'd agreed to take with him went, one thing was for certain.
It wasn't going to be boring.
Chapter Five
One week later and she'd been too busy to even complain about how busy life had become. There'd been a rash of kids pulling crazy stunts, and sure enough she'd ended up scheduled to work the entire Thanksgiving weekend.
If she wasn't buried in the RCMP office, she'd been run off her feet responding to call-outs while the staff rotated through strange shifts because of the holiday. Monday of the October long weekend rolled around, and she'd basically missed breakfast and lunch trying to keep up with one disaster after another at work.
"Anna, you've got a visitor," the front-desk clerk called.
"One sec, Claire," Anna shouted back. She saved her final notes on the break-ins she and Nick had attended, then grabbed her work jacket, tugging it on as she headed to the entrance.
There had to be a lull at some point.
She approached the secure area that separated casual visitors to the station from the staff. Claire gave her a strange look but moved aside, obviously wanting to ask some questions, but resisting temptation.
A moment later the reason became plain as Mitch's dark brown eyes met Anna's. He was dressed from top to bottom in black. The perfectly cut jeans hugging his legs looked a lot fancier than usual, his leather jacket pulled over a heavy knit sweater that made her fingers itch to see if it was really as soft as it looked. The thick layer of scruff on his chin produced chills as memories of him rubbing the rough texture against her tender skin leapt to mind.
And the grin? Dangerous and addictive.
Anna wanted to sweep open the door and jump him, but she had to keep things somewhat professional. "Mitch. What can I do for you?"
He raised a brow, eyeing the glass and metal separating them. "I was in the area and thought I'd stop by. You nearly done for the day?"
Anna checked her watch. "Half an hour, and I'm off."
Mitch nodded. "I know you missed your family gathering, so can I take you to the café for a late supper? They've got turkey with all the fixings on the menu tonight."
"Cranberry sauce as well?"
"You know it."
His invitation shouldn't have pleased her so much, but she was willing to admit, at least to herself, that it did. "I'd like that."
Another cocky grin. "You want me to wait for you or meet you there?"
Anna considered. "You have your bike or your truck?"
"Truck."
She leaned closer to the glass. "How about this? Go get your bike, and a helmet for me, and you can pick me up at my place. It's a nice night. After we eat you can take me for a ride."
His gaze locked on her lips, his voice dropping to a bare whisper. "I'd never turn down the offer to take you for a ride."
A decadent thrill shot through her at his suggestive comment.
Lovely.
Mitch stepped backward, his gaze still fixed on her face. "I'll see you there, then. Do you need a jacket as well?"
"No, I'll get changed at my place."
He winked, then pushed through the exit door, the security buzzer announcing his departure. Anna stared until the door closed and the dark shading on the glass obscured the view of his very fine ass walking away.
She ignored the unasked question in Claire's eyes and made her way back to her office to finish up the final paperwork.
Nick was waiting for her, deep concern on his face as he examined the file she'd left on her desk.
"What's up? Did I miss something on the Cranston case?" she asked.
He put down the papers he'd been poking through, instead pacing across the room. "I didn't say anything the other day, but I have to ask. What's up with you and Mitch Thompson?"
Oh boy. And so it began.
Anna sat, waking her computer and checking the last thing she'd had open. The fact Nick hadn't mentioned finding her at the dirt track had been wonderful--and strange.
She should have known it was too good to last. "Not sure what you're asking."
Nick sighed heavily, his dark eyes focusing sharply on her as he seemed to change the topic again. "It was a shock to discover you in the middle of a bunch of off-roaders. I
had no idea you were into that kind of thing."
She shrugged. "Good clean fun, if you don't mind the mud. They're not illegal, and from what I can tell, the Blackstones have gone out of their way to make sure they're not disturbing any of their neighbours."
"Still surprised me," Nick insisted. "With the rise in biker-gang activity all over the province, you might want to rethink being involved in that kind of situation again."
A snort of disbelief escaped before she could stop it. "You're not serious. We were riding dirt bikes, not hogs, and there's no connection whatsoever between any gang activity and those guys innocently tearing up some spare land at the Blackstone property."
"And Mitch?"
Anna rose to her feet and steeled her spine. "Again, not sure what you're asking. Or if it's any business of yours what I do outside of work time."
Nick raised his hands and backed off. "Hey, no need to get snooty. Just--"
"Snooty?" Anna laughed, but there was a touch of anger under her amusement. "Good grief, Nick. Don't try that on me. You have something to say, say it. Don't go suggesting I just dropped a load of teenage angst on you."
"Fine. Straight out, unless you're doing court-ordered community work with him, I would suggest you not be seen in public with Mitch Thompson."
A strange sensation churned her gut--annoyance on Mitch's behalf, and a huge load of disgust at herself for hesitating in getting involved with him earlier. Having Nick toss his unwarranted bias against Mitch in her face only made it that much clearer how wrong she'd been in trying to hide her interest.
She crossed her arms and stared Nick down for a moment before she dared to speak. "Give me one solid piece of evidence you have that puts Mitch on any kind of watch list," she demanded.
Nick opened his mouth then closed it just as quickly. He looked away, refusing to meet her eyes. "He's got all the classic profiling for trouble. That's all I'm saying."
"And I'm saying we judge people by their actions, not the clothes on their back or the marks on their skin." Anna breathed out slowly, fighting for control. "The Thompson family has been in the community for generations. Never a lick of trouble from them."
"He's bad news," Nick insisted.
"Because he's got tattoos? Because he rides a bike, or what? What are you basing your accusations on?"
"The tip sheets clearly--"
"God, Nick, where the hell are you getting these tip sheets you're obsessing over? Because as far as I know tattoos and bikes alone don't push anyone into becoming one of the criminal element."
"Fine," Nick cut in. "You obviously don't want to listen to reason. I'll be around if you need anything, otherwise I won't bring it up again."
He stormed from their office as if he were the injured party. Anna unclenched her fingers that had instinctively curled into tight fists during their discussion.
Yet another blot on her conscience that she'd ever given even a moment's thought to Mitch's reputation. She'd been as bad as Nick.
No more.
She headed home, showered and changed quickly in an attempt to scrub off her frustration. It was better to look forward, she decided, and she pulled out all the stops. Fancy silk underwear followed by dabbing perfume on the intimate spots she was sure Mitch would appreciate before the night was over.
In contrast to Mitch's dark outfit, she went for light. A pair of faded stonewashed jeans so old they were buttery soft against her skin. A sturdy, lined leather jacket covered a pale blue turtleneck sweater that clung to her curves like a second skin. High riding boots hugged her calves, and the appreciation in Mitch's eyes when she opened the door made it all worthwhile.
"Holy hell." He examined her another time top to bottom, lingering on certain spots long enough to make her tingle. "Holy fucking hell."
"You owe me dinner," she pointed out. "No ravishing me before you feed me."
Mitch tilted his head up and leered that much harder. "You reading my mind, are you?"
"Pretty much figured that's what your expression meant," Anna teased. "Let's get rolling. I'm starved."
She locked the door then accepted the hand he offered, pressing against him eagerly as he curled a hand around her neck and brought their lips together. Heat blazed between them like always, and like always Anna melted a little more.
He pulled back slowly, as if reluctant to relinquish her lips. "We'd better go before they run out of cranberry sauce."
"That would be a travesty," she agreed.
She crawled on the bike behind him, settling her thighs tight to his. Wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned in close. A strong, masculine scent filled her nostrils as she rested her cheek against his back.
There was something so incredible about moving together on the bike. A trust that had to be there, a confidence in Mitch's abilities. A confidence that was clearly well deserved. He handled the bike with ease as they raced down the back streets of Rocky, the heat of his body warming her thoroughly.
He parked on the street a ways down from the café, holding the bike steady until she'd made it to the sidewalk. Anna lingered close, twisting in his arms to smile up into his gorgeous face.
"I can smell the turkey from here." Mitch hummed happily. "Come on."
He linked his fingers through hers and tugged her forward as they wandered the street, glancing in windows. Mitch pointed out the crazy Thanksgiving decorations the local shops had done in the front displays, and Anna laughed at his wry comments.
She was facing the café when a family wandered out. They had only taken a few paces down the sidewalk before the father jerked to a stop. He caught his wife's hand, they both grabbed their kids, and dashed across the street, barely checking first to see if the traffic was clear.
Anna let Mitch guide her. She was too busy examining the mysterious response, especially when the family walked not even half a block before crossing back to get in their van.
Really? She glanced at Mitch, but all she saw was the man who turned her inside out with longing. Who shook her world and wanted to take her for a walk in the moonlight.
Not someone who it was prudent to cross the street to avoid.
They were seated. Menus brought. The entire time Anna was hyper aware of the customers in the café--of them judging, assessing. Finding Mitch wanting, or showing they were afraid of him in some way.
People eyed his arms as he took off his coat and hung it from the hook by their table, pushing up the sleeves of his sweater. Whispers sounded, conversations buzzed, low and interrupted.
Anna wanted to shout at them all to mind their own business.
She'd never been so aware of social bias in her life. Never so ashamed for not fighting it harder. She ignored the questioning looks being cast her direction and deliberately caught his fingers in her own in clear sight of anyone walking past their table.
Mitch rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, his smile softening. "You got something on your mind?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Just happy to be with you."
It was the honest truth. And she was glad.
Anna was like a new person. One with so much fire he could barely control the flames.
He liked it. He liked it a lot.
They'd left the restaurant and headed back to his bike when she pulled him aside. "Wait. I want dessert."
He squeezed her fingers. "You already had one piece of pie. You want to go back for more?"
She shook her head, stepping onto the stairs leading up to the bakery until their heads were on the same level. "Come here," she ordered.
Her firm grip guided him forward until their lips met.
Mitch planned on letting her keep in control since she seemed to have something in mind, but the instant their lips connected the red-hot need blasting through his veins took over. Wiped out all his good intentions. She thrust her fingers into his hair and held him close, but he already had an arm wrapped around her back, fingers splayed wide to give him maximum leverage to lock their torsos together.
She kissed him greedily, undulating against him in an exquisite tease that fired his senses. His cock was hard and getting harder every second. Warning signals went off in his brain, but not loudly enough to make him stop. Her kiss was making his head spin, it was so damn good.
Much longer and he'd be tempted to forget where they were. He'd have his hand shoved up under her baby-soft sweater so he could grope her in full-out public. Mitch pulled himself together and dragged them apart, breathing heavily as he examined her face.
"You're a pistol tonight. Not that I'm complaining, but you have plans?"
"Just making a point to myself," Anna stated. "You and me--we're going out."
Mitch laughed loudly. "Hell, yeah, we are."
Whatever it was that had flipped her switch, he had every intention of enjoying it.
She caught him by the front of his jacket, bold attitude and strength apparent in her every move. "Take me riding?"
He scooped her up, spinning her in a circle before he deposited her on the sidewalk again and led her back to his bike. "I thought we'd head to the mountains."
Her grin widened. "Sounds awesome."
They pulled on gloves and helmets before mounting, then Anna curled around him as if she were his own personal thermal blanket. Mitch debated tossing the extended ride out the window, because with her mood he could hardly wait to see what she'd be like in bed.
Being patient sucked, but then anticipation had a place as well.
For the next hour, the miles slipped past. Cold crisp air around them, the heat of her body like a miniature generator behind his back. There was barely any traffic on this stretch of highway--too late on the holiday weekend for anyone to be heading into the mountains on the lesser-traveled route.
He stopped at the better lookouts so they could take in the mountain views and growing twilight. Also so they could haul off their helmets and neck for a while before the cold forced them back onto the bike.
Mitch stared into the distance as the final curve of the sun disappeared behind the western ridge. Sunset glow lingered, reflecting off the clouds, but the bright light was gone for another day.
