by Lynn Carmer
“Orale, guey. Now we got a contact on the inside. I might have a few tickets I need you to look at.”
“Hello?” Nothing.
“You’re on your own with the tickets, but I want to know the second he steps foot on this property. You got it?” He nailed them with the look. “I’m not fucking around.”
“That’s it!” Ai snatched the blunt out of Nacho’s mouth and threw it on the floor. “This is my house, and I’m capable of kicking whoever the hell I want to, out. Put those damn bongos away and clean up around here. I mean it. I can take care of myself.”
“Oh shit. Boss Lady is pissed.”
Damn, arrogant men. Ai stormed into the living room.
“Ai,” Sebastian dogged her heels.
“Oh, you’re talking to me now?” She walked into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge door. “Well, I’m not. Go away.”
“This isn’t a woman or a man thing.” Sebastian leaned against her kitchen island. “I’m worried about you. If that guy walked in here, without a warrant, that’s serious. I didn’t push it this time, but I let him know I was on to him. I’m hoping that’s enough.”
She remained silent as she mulled over his words.
“Are you listening to me?”
She gulped down some water, still considering whether to allow him to remain in her presence. It didn’t take much to get under her skin. Most times, she looked for flaws with her dates, to avoid the pain or the hurt, or all of the bad things relationships usually represented. But with Sebastian, even when he pissed her the hell off, it didn’t matter. She wanted him.
Now, tonight. Forever, she whispered to herself.
No, she’d pushed things to the limit. Even with the risk of bringing on more bad Karma, she wanted to test the waters, see if she could enjoy him, even if it was for one night.
Maybe she’d paid her penance and deserved a happy holiday, after all?
“Ai,” He looked down and sighed. “I’m not apologizing. You can ignore me all you want, but I will respond if one of the bongo players call me. Even if you never speak to me again. Your safety is that important.” He patted the cool grey Quartz. “I’ll get out of your hair.”
What? He’s leaving? She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She squeaked, stowed her glass in the sink, and followed. Could she stop him? She wasn’t used to all of this relationship crap and had no idea what to do.
Sebastian made things pretty easy for her, pursuing her, solidifying their connection through words and deeds. She missed him already, and disappointment weighed her down. If she desired him, she would have to speak up. He wasn’t going to allow her to boss him around. He was a man’s man who could take care of himself.
That revelation brought a smile to her face. A real man. Not some sycophant that was going to suck her dry, give in to her every whim, and then take advantage of her kindness. He wouldn’t move in and never work another day in his life.
Maybe her luck was starting to change.
“Wait.”
He had the door open, his intense gaze wandering over her face. He looked distant and maybe a little hurt. Pissed. “Why?”
Damn. I’m going to have to work for this. “Because I don’t want you to go.”
He cocked a brow and waited.
She sighed. “I thought we had plans.” She stared down at his crotch.
His frown deepened. “You’re going to gloss over this?”
“I had hoped to, yes.” When his glower depended, she acquiesced. “Fine. Let’s talk about it. First, I am an independent woman, and if you ignore me, or talk over me again, I may commit violence. The kind you’d have to arrest me for.” She glowered now, deadly serious even if her downstairs coin slot screamed in protest.
“But—”
“No. This is important. You have to respect me.” She sighed. “Although I’ll admit Officer Pendejo may be a problem I’ve ignored too long.”
“Why wouldn’t you report him?”
“Snitches get Stitches?”
“Ai.”
“I don’t want to talk about him. You and the boys have your pact, so handle it. Now can we get back to the matter at hand?”
“If you tell me that you’ll call me, so I don’t have to rely on the Bongo Boys, then…” He waited. And waited.
“Fine. I will—”
He moved so fast she couldn’t finish her tirade.
Flat against the wall, she was surrounded by Sebastian’s delicious scent. One arm grasped her waist, the other bracketed the wall above her.
“There’s my favorite ‘f’ word. Fine.” He chuckled. “Kiss me.”
Hell yeah. Pulling him forward, she got lost in his lips.
Chapter 14
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His seething anger morphed into bone-sizzling passion. The feel of this woman in his arms… He didn’t want to be anywhere else. If she knew the depths of his desire, she’d kick him the hell out. But if he whispered about all of the lonely nights, he’d stroked himself to the sound of her name, or the addictive aroma of her scent, she might melt.
Pressing her against the wall, he smashed her soft lips against his. Her body accepted him as he surrounded her. Her fierce little hands tugged at his hair until his scalp popped. It was better than he could ever imagine.
“Oooh, somebody’s getting a little sum-sum, tonight,” the whispered words penetrated his hyper-focus.
“Bye, Ai!” A group breezed by and slammed the door behind them.
“Bedroom. Now.” Ai panted, trailing kisses down his neck.
Sebastian ignored her because moving meant he’d have to stop kissing. Felt too good.
“Sebastian, there are too many people who live in this house.” But she didn’t stop kissing him, either.
He hiked his hands under her luscious ass and tugged her higher. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he sighed, loving the feel of her. “Where?” he mumbled between drugging kisses.
“Down the hall, hurry.” She ran her nails down his back.
“Harder.” He moaned as he stumbled to her bedroom. “Go straight?”
“Yes,” she whispered, licking his ear and tugging on his lobe. “I can’t wait to show you what I want to do.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I’m more of a do-er.”
His body stiffened. Do-er? He liked the sound of that. He squeezed her tighter as he raced toward her room. He backed her into the bed and got tangled in some sort of breezy material. “What the hell?”
Her giggles shocked him. Must see. Her face transformed from broody sexiness to pure beauty. He obsessed over every part of her, from tiny dictator to breathtaking beauty.
“Hold on. Don’t tear it.” She groaned as she disentangled her legs from his waist and wrapped the sheer material on the posts of the canopy bed.
“This room is so unpainted,” he said, surprised he’d noticed anything beyond her.
“You really want to talk about my room?” She sat up on her knees.
Nope. “Take your hair down.”
She cocked her head to the side, as if considering whether she’d take his lead. Better learn faster than not, he would always tell her what he wanted. Which made him grin because he had a feeling, she was just as bossy. It would be damn fun to see who won this tussle. And all the others to come. Because there would be others. There was no other possibility. He’d never felt as intensely about anyone. “Now.” His dark thoughts thickened the sound of the command.
She sighed. “But I want to take off my shirt, instead.” She lifted the edge of her top and traced a circle on the smooth skin of her stomach.
“Yes, do that.” He was nothing if not flexible. The shirt flew across the room. Before she had time to think, he gathered her close. “Let me take that hair down. I need to see it brush against your golden skin.” With one tug, a black veil tumbled over her delicate shoulders.
She leaned back and gave him a front row view of a black lace brace, running her hands through her
thick mane.
“Beautiful,” he breathed. His cock grew diamond hard, pushing painfully against his jeans. “Now the bra.”
“Yes, I want you to see me.” Her high cheekbones flushed. “But you have to take your shirt off first.”
He fumbled with the buttons on his checkered shirt, busting the last few on the way down. In record time, his shirt was off. Those words. He crowded in close. “Let me do it, love.” He whisked off her bra, his eyes feasting on her breasts. Corral nipples, small, pouty mounds that would fit perfectly in his mouth.
She ran her hands down his chest, her gaze rapt on the glide of her fingers. “Blank canvas, so sexy,” she whispered, almost to herself. “Lay back.’
He growled, “Ai.”
She looked up and ran her thumb over his lips. “I want my mouth all over you. Let me, please.”
“Never heard anything sexier.” That one simple sentence was more powerful than anything he’d ever rambled. He laid back, fascinated with her total focus. No one looked at him like that. Made him feel like the center of the universe. “Need you so bad.”
She kissed his collarbone, moved down his chest, sucking his nipples. The luxurious glide of her hair branded him as it coasted down his torso. Her lips brushed over him, not catching his full attention until she used her teeth.
“Yes!” He sat up on his elbows, intent to watch everything.
She attacked his pants, popping his buckle and sliding his zipper down in seconds. “Take those off.” Her imperious tone drove him wild.
“Yes, ma’am.” He snatched a kiss and hopped off the bed. Boots off, pants and boxers off, he dove back in bed. His weight almost knocked her off the bed. “Sorry.”
Her small hand wrapped around his aching cock. The sheer pressure, after so many hours of unfulfilled hard-ons, had him kicking up his hips. “Yes.”
Ai stroked him long and low. She crawled up closer and studied his swollen head.
“Taste it, love.”
“Shh, busy.” She studied him, so close he could feel her warm breath coasting over the sensitive head. “So pretty.” She dipped her tongue and lapped up the pre cum dotting the sensitive head. He almost came up off the bed.
“Baby, please. Suck it.”
“So soon? But I have so many techniques I want to use.” She looked fascinated, her glossy eyes devouring him.
“Do something.” He pistoned into her hand. “Need to feel your tongue. Taste me.”
She swallowed him whole. He felt the pleasure kick up from the base of his spine, overwhelming him. She hummed.
“Fuck, yeah.” His eyes rolled back in his head.
She pulled her mouth off with a pop. “This is even better than I imagined.” She licked his stem like a lollipop.
“No, love. Put your mouth around it. Suck me off.” He fisted his hands in the sheets.
“Not yet. I have plans.” She brought her second hand up to him and placed both on his rigid dick. Then she began to twist, in opposite directions. “Do you want to come in my mouth or on my chest?”
His brain shut down. Overload. He had to choose?
She ran her pert nipple over his head. It was a dream, a fantasy come true. Although he worshipped her breasts, he needed her wrapped around him. Was so close to exploding. “Your mouth. Want you so much.”
She loosened her hands and kissed a path down to his balls. She sucked each one into her mouth, juggling them with her tongue.
“Ai.” This woman was a serious tease. “Need more!”
“I got you, babe.” She laughed softly. “Don’t you worry.” She placed her pouty mouth around his swollen head and took him deep.
“Yes! Yes!” He thrust, shallow bursts, obsessed with the flick of her tongue as she came up from each slide. “I’m right there. Right there!”
She suctioned her mouth until her cheeks hollowed.
He roared to the ceiling, as he drove into her, exploding against her tongue. He threw his head back, could feel the pleasure kick up from the base of his spine, surrounding him, releasing him. When he could think again, he looked at Ai, floored at the gentle play of her neck as she swallowed him whole. His chest expanded, suffused with warmth. With a knowing. Ai belonged to him. He could never let her go.
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Ai wiped the side of her mouth, the smile on her face made her cheeks ache. He’d wanted to steer the ship, which had turned her the hell on, but she’d just proven she liked to be in charge, too. It would take him a minute to recover, now that she’d blown his mind. She took the opportunity to watch his expressive face.
He’d looked so beautiful when he came. The pull of those thick neck muscles, the ecstasy that had him roaring in completion. She’d definitely be hearing about this tomorrow, from the crew.
Don’t care. Totally, worth it.
And yes, her body was screaming for release, but it had been so satisfying to know what she’d done for him, and how she’d made him feel. “Guess that means we’re even. One for one,” Ai laughed.
He reared up so fast, she gasped and fell against the bed. His scent surrounded her as he pushed his wide chest into hers. Midnight spice, it was addictive. “Your turn again.”
Shit, that was fast. He kissed his way down her belly, Frenching her belly button.
She cried out. His wet tongue combined with the scratchy stubble of his cheeks made her melt. “Don’t you need some recovery time? A minute to enjoy the afterglow?”
“Nope.”
She bucked her hips up, but he pressed them down, not allowing her to make contact.
“No more rushing.”
“But I like rushing.”
His wicked grin made her toes curl. “I’m going to take care of you.” He pushed her jeans below her hips, scooching down to the end of the bed to remove her shoes. “Trust me?”
She stilled, overwhelmed by the sincerity of that question. Did she? Trust him? It had been such a short time, but he already owned her, made her body so taught and ready she might explode from the intensity of his gaze.
“I need this.” His voice deepened. “Need you to take a chance on me.”
“Fine,” she smiled, sharing his favorite word with him. Her whole body relaxed back into the bed, for the first time completely surrendering herself to…anyone. No, not anyone. Him. She submitted to Sebastian and was immediately rewarded. Her pants were off before she could take her next breath.
“Do you want me to take these off?” he asked as he rubbed his chin against her black lace panties.
“Yes.”
“I want that, too.” Burrowing his nose between her legs, he rubbed his chin against her aching center. “Are you ready for me? Wet for me?”
“I am.” Love those dirty words. “Take them off.
He whisked them off with his teeth. “So beautiful.” He breathed her in, and looked up at her. “Touch yourself.”
I’ll give you, anything. She pinched her nipples with one hand, imagining it was his blunt teeth. She arched off the bed, spurred on by his deep groan. Her other hand trailed down her stomach, tracing her hipbone and between her soaked lips.
“Show me, lovely. I didn’t get to see last time.”
She held up her silky fingers. They glistened in the light filtering through her window slats.
“What do you feel like?”
“So, so wet.” For you. She held her fingers out for him. But before he could reach her, she popped her fingers in her mouth.
“Such a tease,” he groaned. He clasped her thighs and dove between her legs and coasted his long tongue across her swollen lips.
“Thank you,” she breathed, so grateful for the strong feel of his tongue.
He devoured her, ate her lips, and fucked her with his tongue. “Come for me, lovely. All over my face. Drench me with it.” He sucked on her clit.
She exploded, contracting around his tongue. She floated in a whirl of pleasure, the orgasm bracketing her, building her up and crashing down around h
er.
Sebastian dove off the bed and fumbled around with his jeans. “Shit.”
“What?” She sat up on her elbows, totally depleted, on a high. It had been so long since she’d shared anything like this with another human. She hadn’t thought anything would compare to her three-fer masturbation binge. But this put her ménage a moi to shame.
“Found it!” His short hair looked rumpled, sticking straight up from all the times she’d tugged on it.
She loved the crisp feel of his light-blond lock in her fingers. “Found what?”
“Condom.” He ripped it open with his teeth and one hand, while positioning his rock-hard cock at her entrance.
“Once again, isn’t there supposed to be down time? Enjoying the afterglow. Snuggles? Come on, Copper. Do a girl a solid.”
“Look at me.” He swept his hands in front of me. “I’m dying.”
She sat up and studied his amazing dick. So long and lovely she craved the feel of that mushroom head between her lips. “Good point. Take off the condom and I’ll go downtown all night long.”
“Ai,” his deep voice sounded like sand paper on silk. “After tasting you. I can’t. I need. You. Need to be inside of you.”
She gasped when she saw the look of him. His big hands were clenched, his shoulders tight. He looked tortured. Rumpled, sexy, and devastated.
“Come here, handsome.” She held open her arms.
He burrowed in, wrapping her up in his arms. His firm mouth slanted over hers, reigniting her need.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” His hand slipped into her hair, searching her face with his own as if looking for something. He positioned himself over her and slid in. One slow inch at a time.
They both groaned.
“Nothing feels better than you.”
Her eyes slid shut.
“Look at me, love. Feel me. Only me.”
“God, yes.” She blinked her eyes open, tightening her thighs as a sense of connection, peace, pure joy settled around her. She perceived him pounding between her legs, but the pleasure had grown so intense, she felt blanketed by it. Drowning. Didn’t know where he ended and she began. It made her heart feel too full.
