Unfettered

by Sasha White

  They didn’t talk as she drove through the streets of L.A. and up into the Hollywood Hills. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but she wouldn’t call it comfortable either, because every time she shifted gears and her thighs rubbed together, her blood ran just a little bit hotter. By the time they got to Ian’s condo, she was ready to go off, and from the look of the bulge in Ian’s lap, he was in the same shape.

  He didn’t say anything or touch her until after they were inside the building and standing at his door. Then with the key in the lock, he hesitated.

  He turned to her, and her heart thumped against her ribs at the emotions he didn’t try to hide from her.

  “You told me about you, and what you wanted. I feel it’s only fair to tell you where I stand before you enter my home.”

  “Okay.”

  He cupped her cheek, lightly stroking her skin with his thumb as he spoke softly, but firmly. “I don’t bring subs from the club to my home. For longer than I care to admit, I’ve only played in clubs, in situations where I could go into scenes knowing exactly what my limits were, and hers. It wasn’t always just about sex, but even though I’ve been intimate with many of them, it’s never been about love. This, with you, it’s about love. It’s limitless. If you step through this door with me, there’s no going back for either of us.”

  She couldn’t speak. Tears swam in her eyes and words stuck in her throat. Putting her hand on his, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed trembling lips to his for a second before stepping away. Looking right at him, she opened the door and backed into the entryway.

  A dark hunger swept over Ian’s face as he followed her in. He closed the door behind him, turning the lock deliberately. He dropped his bag and prowled toward her as she kept moving deeper and deeper into his home. When she reached open space, she held out her arms. “I’m all in.”

  With a growl, he swept her up into his arms, slammed his mouth down on hers, and carried her through the condo. He took such complete control of her in that instant that she didn’t notice anything but the taste and texture of his mouth on hers until he put her on her feet again. Then she became aware of his hands moving over her body, going down her back and cupping her bare ass beneath her skirt, squeezing and pulling at her cheeks in a way that had her whimpering in need.

  She arched into him, rubbing herself against the delicious ridge of his cock, hungry to be closer—to be naked, with nothing between them but sweat.

  Suddenly, he gripped a handful of her hair and tugged her head back, exposing her neck to his ravenous mouth.

  “God, yes.” The moan slid from her as his teeth scraped along her jaw, leaving a blazing trail of fire. “More.”

  He let go of her and stepped back. “Strip.”

  She pulled her shirt off over her head, thankful she’d gone braless, and toed off her boots at the same time. When she reached for the snap on her skirt, she slowed because he’d stripped off his shirt too, and she got her first good look at his body. She knew he had muscles, but the guy was cut. Her tongue tingled with the need to lick him all over as she pushed her leather skirt down her legs. Then she stood in front of him in nothing but a flimsy thong.

  “Off,” he growled, the dark fire of raw lust in his eyes making her squirm. It was as if that fire went straight from his gaze into her bloodstream. Heat swept through her body, making her sex weep.

  Ian stared at the woman in front of him and thanked God for bringing her back into his life. She was amazing — lithe and strong, but soft and womanly in all the right ways. He wasn’t surprised to see more colorful ink covering the right side of her ribs and torso. He wanted to trace his fingers over every inch of her artwork, until she was begging for him to take her.

  Making her beg would have to wait, though, because he was burning up with the need to be inside of her.

  “On the bed,” he ordered.

  Ronnie scrambled up onto the king mattress and wiggled her ass at him with absolutely no shame. Quicker than she could blink, he reached out and smacked the target she’d given him. Her yelp echoed through the room, and his hand burned. She turned over, leaned back on her elbows, and spread her legs with a grin.

  Fuck, he loved this woman.

  He kicked off his shoes, shoved off his jeans, shoes, and shorts in one swift move. “There’s not going to be any toys tonight. Just you and me, and I’m going to fuck you hard,” he said. “Then we’re going to make love. Then I’m gonna fuck you again and again until we both fall asleep.

  “Yes, please, Sir.”

  His heart pounded as he stood at the edge of the bed, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her toward him.

  She gasped, the sound making all the little hairs on his body stand on end. When her ass was at the edge of the bed, he wrapped her legs around his hips and bent forward, covering her mouth with his. They both moaned at the skin-on-naked-skin contact.

  The rigid tips of her breasts pressed against his chest, scraping against him as she writhed beneath him. He reached between them, cupping those tiny mounds as he dragged his mouth from hers. Ripe, red tips called to him, and he answered by taking one in his mouth and pinching the other between thumb and finger until she moaned and arched up off the bed.

  Ronnie’s thighs tightened around his waist as her hips lifted, and her wet pussy rubbed against his belly with every move. Her hands moved down, and she grabbed his ass, her nails digging in as she squeezed, trying to pull him closer,

  He knew as soon as he was inside her he was going to lose it so he bent his knees and rocked his body against hers, spreading her juices over his cock as it slid between her thick, wet folds and rubbed against her clit. He fought for control of his body and lost. The begging sounds she was making coupled with the hot juices coating his cock were too much to deny. Keeping a tight grip on the last thread of his control, Ian eased back and unwrapped her legs from around him.

  “Tuck your heels beneath your butt and grab your ankles,” he said as he reached for his jeans and the condom in the pocket.

  A second later he stared down at her wet, welcoming slit and groaned. He put his hands on the bed and crawled between her spread thighs. Gazing into dark eyes full of desire and trust, he lined himself up at her entrance and thrust home.

  She cried out, her cunt convulsing around him, and Ian fought not to come right then and there.

  Burying his face in her neck, he worked to control himself. Ronnie’s body wrapped around him, fitting him better than he ever could have imagined. So perfect. Her inner muscles spasmed, the shock of it rippling over his cock and up through to his own insides all the way to his heart. When he regained some semblance of control, he lifted his head, gazed into her eyes, and began to move.

  She was so tight, so hot, her greedy cunt sucked at him with each stroke. Her legs gripped his hips tighter, and her fingernails scratched down his back, sending jolts of hot, raw, pleasure ripping through him.

  A long, low moan of pleasure vibrated against his skin as he slammed into her again and again. Her insides tightened around his throbbing, pulsing cock, and he lost it.

  His control broke and he growled, pumping faster and harder, burying himself so deep as he came that she’d never be rid of him.

  They slept, and in the middle of the night, when Ronnie rolled to the edge of the bed, Ian reached out and dragged her back to his side. “I’m never letting you go,” he mumbled. “Even if I have to cuff you to the bed.”

  She smiled down at the arm around her waist. There’d been no safewords, no toys, and no restraint of any kind for either of them that night. And it had been better than she’d ever imagined. He wouldn’t have to cuff her to anything, but she knew he would, and they would both enjoy every second of it, because this was only the beginning.

  The man was in her head, and in her heart. He didn’t just call himself dominant, he was dominant. He was also creative, caring, and all hers. In return, her body was his to use, and she knew from the classes he had the creativity and imagination to insure
there would never be a boring moment between them.

  A ripple of excitement shot through her. As amazing as the night had been, it truly was just the beginning. After all, Ian Johnson was everything she’d dreamt of, and more.

  This is just the start for Ronnie, Ian, and the other members of Overwatch. Be sure to look for Adam’s story, PRIMAL, releasing in October of 2014, to get to know them all better.

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  Unfettered is the first story in National Bestselling Author Sasha White’s sizzling new Overwatch series. This author’s brand of Romance with Heat and Erotica with Heart has made her a reader favorite, and she doesn’t disappoint. The first full-length story of the Overwatch series, Primal, will be releasing in October, followed by Damaged at the end of the year.

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  WICKED GAME by Sasha White

  Available now

  Family means everything to P.I. Alexis Signorino. After being orphaned at a young age, she grew up running rampant between her uncle’s garage and the biker bar next to it. When bar owner Jimmy D, a man she thinks of as family, is charged with murder, there’s nothing that can stop her from running to his rescue.

  Going home isn’t easy, but she slides smoothly into the role of cocktail waitress in The Crib, and begins searching for the real murderer. When Devon Kaye strolls into the bar, not only does her libido kick into high gear, so do her instincts. There’s much more to the criminally hot biker than meets the eye. Her gut says the sexy mystery man isn’t the murderer, but he’s definitely hiding something.

  The questions are piling up, and Lexy is determined to find the answers even if it means indulging in some sinful acts along the way.

  Excerpt

  A heady mixture of adrenaline and arousal coursed through my veins as I lifted the half-full snifter to my lips to sip at the creamy concoction. I’d been trying for hours to wrap my mind around the latest news I’d received. Jimmy D, a man I considered family, was a murder suspect. My temper had been simmering since I got off the phone, and I couldn’t seem to get a grip.

  I’d learned that the only way for me to deal when that happened was to go in search of a physical release. A fight was one way to take the edge off my emotions and give me a chance to think again, but my sparring partner was out of town, so I had gone with option two.

  Setting the drink down again, I swiped my tongue slowly across my top lip to catch anything left behind, and watched my companion’s eyes darken. A slow flush crept across his high cheekbones and he inched closer.

  He was a good-looking guy. In a clean-cut boy next-door kind of way that made him look younger than he probably was. Not my usual type. However, I knew for a fact that looks could be deceiving. And the fact that he was hanging out in this bar, a known meet-market, told me that he wasn’t as naïve or innocent as he appeared.

  Just like I wasn’t as frail or delicate as I appeared.

  “What was your name again?” I tossed my hair over my shoulder and looked him up and down.

  “Steve,” he answered.

  “Are you horny, Steve?”

  Now it was his neck that slowly turned red. I slipped my hand below the edge of the bar, leaned into him, and reaching between his legs, tested his size. His cock swelled beneath my fingers, and a satisfying feeling of power swept over me.

  Men. They were so predictable.

  “I think you’ve discovered the answer to that question yourself,” he spoke with confidence.

  With a naughty smile I stroked him a few times through his trousers. That was all it took. He reached into his pocket and tossed a few bills on the bar for the tab. Stepping back, he took my now empty hand in his, and we exited the bar.

  The night air was humid and the parking lot was dark, a couple of the lights along the roof of the building burnt out. I automatically scanned my surroundings, noticing dark corners and the proximity of potential danger zones. It was the perfect place for illicit activities.

  God, I loved the rush of living-on-the-edge, of doing the unexpected.

  Steve lead the way across the parking lot, with me following him, not saying a word. Instead, I focused on the way my heart raced, my pussy lips plumped, and my juices pooled between my thighs.

  He hadn’t even touched me yet. The overeager reaction of my body was a clear sign I was doing the right thing. I needed this liberation from my tangled thoughts for just a short time.

  Steve stopped next to a big shiny red pickup truck that was backed up against the building, and beeped the door unlocked.

  “This is yours?”

  “Yup.” He ushered me between the truck and the compact car parked next to it. “Where are you going?”

  Instead of climbing into the truck like he’d expected, I continued to walk toward the building. With a quick glance I confirmed my suspicions. There was just enough room for what I had in mind.

  Reaching into my bra I skipped over the small blade I kept nestled between my breasts, and pulled out the condom I’d tucked next to it earlier. I handed it to Steve, and then let down the tailgate of the truck.

  Bending over the end of the truck, I planted my hands on the truck bed and spread my legs, feeling the cool air on my hot sex. I looked over my shoulder, quirked an eyebrow at the gaping man, and wiggled my tail.

  “Here?” he croaked.

  “Here.”

  An eager grin spread across his expressive face and he couldn’t unzip his pants fast enough. Once I saw him rolling the condom onto his rigid hard-on, I turned away and looked out over the parking lot.

  “Lexy, baby,” he said as he lifted my skirt and grabbed my hips. “You’re a fantasy come to life, aren’t you?”

  “Don’t talk, Steve.” I arched my back and thrust back against his groin. Reaching between my legs with one hand I gripped his cock, guiding him to my entrance. “You’ll ruin the fantasy.”

  An ecstatic groan echoed in the empty lot as he thrust deep. My eyelids dropped to half-mast and I fought to keep my head up, to keep my eyes on the other dark corners as my insides pulsed low and heavy. The thrill of the forbidden enhanced the fire burning through my veins. A moan slipped from me when the man behind me gripped my hips tighter, and pumped into me faster and harder. His rigid cock slid in and out, filling me and pulling away in delicious torture. Our panting breaths filled the silence in the dark night air and my insides started to clench. A mini spasm swept over me when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.

  It was another couple, strolling into the parking lot, arms wrapped around each other. They hadn’t seen us yet and I doubted they would as they were heading for the other side of the lot. But just the chance that we might get caught had me striving for the orgasm already building inside me. I lifted a hand from the truck bed, reached between my thighs, and pinched my swollen clit.

  A shudder racked my body, and I bit my lip to stifle my outcry as pleasure rolled over me in waves. My orgasm set off Steve’s and he bucked against me, groaning loud enough for the couple across the parking lot to turn in our direction before jumping into their car quickly.

  Steve leaned over my back for a few seconds to catch his breath before pulling out. I used that time to catch my own breath and shake off any misplaced sense of shame.

  I turned to Steve after pulling my skirt down, and patted him on the cheek softly. “Thanks. I needed that.”

  “Can I get your number?” He called out as I walked away.

  I didn’t bother to answer. The orgasm had cleared my head, and I knew what I had to do. I didn’t really want to go back to Edmonton, but I wasn’t about to stand by and lose another loved one
when I could do something about it.

  Most men think women use sex to get what they want, out of them, out of life. But I know different. I know that women are trained from childhood to believe that sex is something special, to be shared only with someone special. That it’s more than just an urge, or a natural high. I know that if women really used sex as a weapon, they’d be more dangerous.

  They’d be more like me.

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  Watch Me

  Trouble

  Wicked

  My Prerogative

  Lush

  The Principles of Lust

  Passion Play

  Sexual Healing

  Lush (print anthology containing all three novellas)

  Stand Alone

  Gypsy Heart (Heart Mates)

  Wicked Game

  Too Close

  Lusty Ladies (erotica shorts)

  Paranormal-erotic romance

  The Hunter Protection Group

  Sexy Devil

  Primal Male

  Most Wanted

  Still Sexy (Short Story)

  Highland Heat (Short Story)

  Science Fiction-erotic romance

  Mavericks of Space (Short Story)