by Anne Rainey
She clutched his thighs in her hands, her short nails digging into his skin. “God, that’s awful, Jonas. Babies are a gift. A blessing.”
He nuzzled the top of her head as he drifted the sponge beneath the water to her belly, and beyond. “I knew you felt that way. I’ve watched the way you are around your little cousins a time or two, Deanna.”
“You have?”
“Yeah. You’re a natural with kids.”
Her exploring hands moved higher, coming precariously close to his cock. “Okay, your parents are robots, but what about cousins, aunts, and uncles?”
Jonas caressed the sponge over her pussy, and he felt her shudder from the gentle abrasion. “I have one uncle on my dad’s side, but he’s single and a workaholic. I’ve seen him a handful of times.”
“So, I guess Wade’s approval when you asked to date me was sort of important because he’s like a brother to you?”
“It’s more than that.” He paused and tried to put his feelings into words, something he seriously sucked at. “When you depend on someone to have your back in a war-torn country like Afghanistan, it forges a bond.”
When her fingers barely grazed his balls, Jonas had to force himself to stay on track. “I always knew I could count on Wade when we went into an op together, and vice versa. I wasn’t about to flip my finger up at that relationship by dating his baby sister. At least, not without talking to him first.”
“And if he’d said no?”
“Then I would’ve figured out a way to get him to say yes.”
“Why?”
Jonas dropped the sponge and cupped her chin. He tugged until she was looking at him. “Are you looking for me to say that I care about you? That you matter to me? Because I do, Deanna.”
Several seconds drifted by as she stared up at him, not speaking. Finally she looked away and said, “Do you know why I was hurt that day at Gracie’s apartment? When you backed down to Wade?”
“Damn it, girl. I told you I was sorry about that. Will you never let it go?”
She swatted at him from beneath the water, and Jonas sucked in a breath at just how close she’d come to smacking his balls. “Shush and listen,” she chided him. “It wasn’t for the reason you think. It wasn’t because you didn’t stand up for me. I know you thought that. It hurt me because it felt like you saw me as Wade’s kid sister. I didn’t want to be that, not to you. I wanted you to see me as a desirable woman. Not an extension of Wade.”
Jonas snorted. “Kitten, I stopped seeing you as Wade’s sweet, little sister the first time I met you. You wore that black one-piece and I about swallowed my damn tongue. I wanted to eat you up that day.”
“I wanted you too. Like crazy.”
“If I’d known that then, I wouldn’t have left, at least not without you. And as much as that thought is appealing, it would’ve damaged my friendship with Wade.”
“I understand. You don’t have to explain. I wouldn’t appreciate it if someone stuck me in the position of choosing between my family. It would be awful.”
“Deanna, you need to know something.”
She went back to rubbing his thighs. “Hmm?”
“Now that we’re here, now that our relationship has moved past friendship, I won’t let anyone keep you from me. Not ever again. Do you understand?”
She tilted her head to look into his eyes. “Are you saying we’re a couple?”
He kissed her forehead and murmured, “Do you want to be?”
“Maybe.” She looked forward again. “It feels rushed, though. I don’t want to jump into anything.”
“No jumping, then.” He dropped the sponge and used his hands to stroke her wet curves. Ah, much better. “But can we at least agree that we’re exclusive?”
She nodded vehemently, which pleased the hell out of him. “Yes, I think that’s a safe assumption.”
“Good, because if some guy made the mistake of touching you, I’d probably gut the bastard. And then I’d end up in prison, which would shoot my five-year plan to shit.”
“Gut? That’s gross and violent.” Deanna shuddered. “Too violent.”
“Yeah, well, I’m real good with a knife. I’ll show you sometime.”
Deanna pushed herself upright and turned around. “Really?” she asked, with excitement in her dark chocolate eyes. “Could you teach me?”
“Sure, if you want.” He clutched her around the waist and pulled her close for a kiss. Jonas kept it brief, knowing he’d take her again if he didn’t, and she probably needed a break after the encounter against the door. “I’ll buy you one too. One that’ll fit your hand just right.”
“I’d like that very much. Thank you.”
“Hmm, I think we’d better get out. The water’s getting cold.” He lifted her to her feet, then waited for her to leave the tub before he got out and started to dry off.
She patted herself dry, then wrapped the towel around her body and looked up at him. “Jonas?”
Jonas used a towel to dry his hair. “Yeah?”
“I want to taste you.”
Jonas froze. Now, that was a damn nice visual. “Taste me?”
“Yes.” She reached out, wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and pumped. “I want you in my mouth.”
Jonas dropped the towel. “Are you talking about my cum?”
She nodded and went to her knees before him. “I didn’t get to yet and I’ve been dying for it.”
“Take what you want, kitten,” Jonas said softly. “Slide that dick into your mouth. Take me to heaven.”
14
Deanna bent her head and took Jonas’s cock into her mouth. Deep, or as deep as his thickness and length would allow. As she’d found out already, the man was well built. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard on his engorged flesh.
“That’s so fucking good,” Jonas praised. “Love that cock real sweet for me, kitty.”
With his intense, coarse words, a barrier inside of Deanna seemed to break away. For the first time, she felt as if she were truly free to explore him. To take what she wanted. She cupped his balls and squeezed as she swirled her tongue over and around the bulbous head of his shaft. Jonas’s deep voice rumbled low in his chest as he pulled her hair. The sting at her scalp sent little arcs of pleasure skating down her spine. The pleasure-pain had her pussy dripping with need.
As she slipped his cock from between her lips and licked down the underside to his balls, she looked up and noticed his blue gaze watching her every move. It turned her on to have his eyes on her. With Jonas she wasn’t shy. She only felt hot, womanly desire around him.
Intent on drawing out his pleasure, Deanna sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
“Oh, hell, Deanna,” Jonas gritted out. He tried to pull her backward. “My cock,” he explained, his voice rough and so low she barely heard him.
She released his sac. “My turn.”
“Little tease.” He gentled his hold and widened his stance, as if surrendering to her ministrations.
Deanna felt triumphant as she went back to nuzzling and playing with his balls. His musky male scent filled her senses. Teasing her way over his cock with her tongue, Deanna didn’t stop until she had his throbbing, swollen head in between her lips. He moaned and a pearl of moisture hit her tongue. “Mmm, I like your flavor, Jonas,” she confessed, hungry for more. Only when he shot his cum onto her tongue and down her throat would Deanna be satisfied.
“There’s a lot more where that came from.”
Not willing to wait another second, Deanna stuffed her mouth full of his cock in eager anticipation. Her clit swelled and her pussy ached to have Jonas filling her. She suckled and laved, and when her hand squeezed his sac gently, Jonas shut his eyes and threw his head back on a groan. Deanna took him deeper, so deep the engorged head nearly set off her gag reflex.
Jonas’s hold on her hair tightened. “Deanna.”
Suddenly he took control, pumping her mouth and sending them both mindless with pleasure. When his
cock slid out, Deanna tightened her lips and hummed around the thick length. The vibrations had his cock flexing inside her mouth and his entire body stiffened. He cursed and tensed a heartbeat before his hot cum flooded her mouth. Deanna moaned as she swallowed the creamy fluid, drinking every salty drop. She pulled her mouth free and delivered a gentle kiss to the tip.
“Tasty,” she whispered as she sat back on her heels and stared up at him. The savage look in his eyes struck Deanna directly in the heart. A muscle in his jaw jumped angrily. She flushed from head to toe as she thought of how many times he must have had a woman go down on him. Had Deanna pleased him? She couldn’t deep-throat Jonas; he was simply too big. Maybe other women could, though.
“Was it okay?” she asked, feeling unaccountably shy and unsure.
“Okay? Hell, you just rocked my world, Deanna.”
The intensity behind the words effectively shredded her worries. She held up her hands, but instead of taking them, he dipped at the knees and grasped her around the waist, lifting her into his arms.
“All others pale compared to you, Deanna,” he told her, as if reading her thoughts. “Every other woman was forgotten the moment I kissed you on your front porch. Didn’t you know that?” She shook her head, unable to put into words what she’d been thinking, that she might not have pleased him. “Your warm, giving nature is as precious as gold to me. You so easily make me feel ... happy. Do you know what a gift that is? How much I cherish it?”
He placed her on the bed and came down on top of her. “When you lie so beautifully pliant beneath me, totally trusting, placing yourself in my care, it humbles me.”
“Jonas.” At his honest confession, emotion clogged Deanna’s throat and tears threatened to spill over.
“That you would even give me, of all people, the time of day, makes me feel like the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”
His description had her frowning. “What do you mean, you of all people?”
“I’m not exactly a prize, Deanna. I grew up in an unemotional, frigid household. I joined the military the first chance I got so that I could fuel my need for danger. I was an adrenaline junkie. I’ve done some pretty horrible things. On a good day, I’m a bloodthirsty bastard. Hell, it’s no wonder Wade wanted to keep me away from you.”
“Bloodthirsty I can see. But you’re a good man, Jonas. An honorable man.”
“Honorable and good are qualities I’m not sure I’ll ever possess, but I’m just enough of an ass to be glad you think I do.”
As if unable to wait another second, Jonas bent his head and kissed her waiting mouth. She felt a quiver of anticipation cruise through her body, tasted the heat of eager breath as his tongue tangled with hers. She wanted to stroke him to a fever pitch all over again. To send him soaring with anxious desire.
His mouth went on a journey over her torso even as his hands moved slowly over her curves. Deanna arched her back, enjoying the feel of his rough palms coasting over her skin. His fingers delved into her dark curls. At once he located her soft puff of skin, and he skillfully began stroking and squeezing, teasing little sounds from her throat. Deanna stopped thinking at that point and instead let Jonas explore her in the most erotic way possible.
Jonas watched as Deanna slowly surrendered. It was in the way her muscles relaxed and her legs fell open. He pushed them apart even more, making room for the width of his shoulders between. He filled his hands with the firm globes of her ass and knew he should take time to praise the beauty of the soft pink folds of her pussy and the tempting little pearl nestled there, but he didn’t. Instead, he simply lowered his head and dined on her creamy heat, sliding his tongue deep, tasting her hot channel. Deanna’s fingers tunneled into his hair as she pushed him against her pelvis, forcing his tongue a little deeper. Flicking her little nub several times, Jonas watched as Deanna flung her head back and screamed out her climax, drenching him in her juices.
Jonas wasn’t done; he wouldn’t stop until he’d wrung every last drop from her. Nibbling and kissing her swollen lips and sensitive clit, Jonas heard her pleasure-filled cries. She slammed her hips against his face as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed over her.
When she collapsed, her hands falling to the mattress, Jonas lifted his mouth off her and stared at the sexy picture she made. Her hair was a wild tangle of dark strands, and her body glistened with perspiration. Damn, she took his breath away.
Jonas moved to his knees, then grabbed a pillow. He lifted her hips and pushed it beneath, propping up her lower half. Deanna’s eyes flew open. “What are you doing?”
“Stay put while I grab a few things.” He pressed a hand against her stomach and ordered, “Don’t move, understand?”
Deanna nodded. “Okay, but if you come back with something kinky, I’m running.”
He laughed as he left the bed. “Don’t be a prude, kitten.”
“The fact that you didn’t rush to reassure me is even more frightening, Jonas.”
He winked and left the room. After he located the things he needed, he came back to find Deanna nearly snoring.
Jonas placed the items on the bedside table and moved carefully back onto the bed. Deanna stirred but didn’t wake. He reached over and picked up one of the items, a cup of ice. As he fished out a cube, Jonas smiled and touched the tip of the rapidly melting chunk to her belly button. Deanna jolted upright.
“Do I have your attention?”
“You did not just do that.”
“Ah, but I did.” She tried to sit up, but he easily held her down. “I told you before that ice can be damned erotic, remember?”
Deanna attempted to bat his hands away, but he wouldn’t be denied. “Yes,” she blurted out, “but I didn’t expect you to demonstrate while I was asleep!”
He chuckled. “You can get me back later if you want.”
“Oh, trust me, I’ll want.”
“Will you, kitten?” Jonas asked as he skimmed the ice cube over one puffy nipple, fascinated when the berry tip hardened. Deanna gasped and tried unsuccessfully to push the cube away. Jonas was bigger and stronger, and he wasn’t about to be denied the treat of watching the heat of her passion melt the ice.
Jonas tossed the ice onto the floor and picked up one of the other items he’d gone in search of—a small length of rope. “I want to tie you up.”
She snorted. “Not a chance in hell.”
He quirked a brow and dropped the rope onto the mattress beside her body. “Because of the ice?”
“Because of the ice.”
“I thought you trusted me. The ice is for your pleasure, not your torment.”
“I do trust you,” she explained slowly and clearly, as if talking to an imbecile. “It’s you combined with a cup full of ice that I don’t trust.”
“Hmm, unless I’m mistaken, that sounds suspiciously like a challenge, and you know how much I love a challenge, kitten.” Jonas grabbed both of Deanna’s wrists in one of his hands, then held them above her head.
“Paybacks are hell, Jonas,” she gritted out as she struggled to get loose.
Jonas picked up another cube of ice and slid it between her full, lovely tits, captivated by the little bounce as she struggled and pleaded with him to stop.
Jonas took the cold square away and rushed to reassure her. “Shhh, Deanna. It’ll feel good, I promise.”
She stilled. “You swear?”
“If it doesn’t have you moaning soon, I’ll let you tie me down and tickle-torture me. I’m that confident.”
Deanna squinted, clearly suspicious. “You’re ticklish?”
Ah, that got her attention. “Behind my knees and my feet. Especially my feet.”
“Okay, you can use the ice.”
“And the rope?”
“As long as you don’t fall asleep and leave me ... hanging.”
He laughed at her pun. “Girl, with you naked in my bed, I highly doubt I’m going to drift off into la-la land.” Jonas released her wrists and tossed the rapidly melting
cube away, then picked up the rope. Within seconds, he had her bound.
“Okay?”
She wiggled her hands, as if checking the knot. “So far.”
It was obvious her calm, tentative reply was all he was going to get out of her. He moved between her legs, positioning his body so her thighs draped over his. Jonas spread her open so that he could see all of her sweetly hidden secrets. As he plucked out another cube from the cup and gently glided it over her concave belly, Deanna relaxed completely. When he drew the ice over her pussy lips, her breath caught. She didn’t try to push him away, he noticed. With her brown eyes filled with desire and watching his every move, Jonas knew he’d remember this moment forever.
Careful not to cause even an ounce of discomfort, Jonas stroked Deanna’s little bud with the melting bit of ice. She rotated her hips, and his name escaped her mouth. Jonas’s dick thickened as all the blood in his body seemed to travel south. As he dipped the ice between her swollen folds, Deanna’s hips thrust upward.
“Jonas, that feels ... oh, God.” As Jonas drew the sliver down her slit to the pink pucker of her ass, Deanna stiffened. “Jonas?”
“I want to fuck your ass, Deanna.”
He sketched her smooth skin with the cube, then watched as it finally turned to liquid and disappeared. He left the cup of ice alone in favor of the last item—a bottle of cherry-scented body oil. He grabbed the bottle and popped the top. After soaking his index and middle fingers, Jonas slid them over her tight pucker. Deanna’s eyes shot wide, her face flushed with arousal.
“I want to make love to every inch of you.”
“But there?”
“Yes, there. Have you ever been loved like that, Deanna?” Jonas asked as he kept his fingers poised at her entrance.
“Yes, but you’re bigger than most guys, Jonas. Much bigger.”
“I’ll prepare you,” he promised. “It won’t hurt, kitten. I’d never hurt you.” He slid one finger inside the tight opening. It was barely an inch and already she writhed and moaned. He’d wanted to be gentle and civilized with Deanna, but the primitive side of him demanded that he make love to every part of her body.
