With Me in Seattle Bundle Two

by Kristen Proby

  Finally, he slowly moves to me, cups my face in his hands and kisses my forehead, before whispering, “Do you belong to anyone?”

  The question should piss me off, but I’m so caught up in his spell, I can only shake my head no.

  “Nic,” he whispers and kisses the corner of my mouth, then sweeps his lips down my jawline to my ear. “I don’t typically come on this strong, but I want to fuck the shit out of you right now.”

  My breath catches and eyes widen as I lean back to look him in the eye.

  Tell him no! Run away! Jesus, what kind of sick pervert says something like that?

  But, instead, I find myself licking my lips and leaning toward him. “I live three blocks away.”

  He tears his gaze away from mine and nods at his colleague, grips my upper arm in his strong hand and leads me beside him, not behind him, toward the door.

  “Wait! My friend…”

  “Is right over there,” he says calmly, pointing through the crowd. Bailey is watching us with a knowing grin and gives me a thumbs-up and an obvious wink. “See? She’s fine.”

  “Hold on.” I dig my heels in and pull us both to a stop. “You could be an ax murderer. A junkie. A rapist.”

  His lips twitch, and he sighs as he sinks his fingers through my long hair, pushing it off my shoulder. “Good girl.”

  “So, I’ll see you around…”

  “Stop,” he commands softly, and I immediately obey, my feet betraying every instinct I have to keep going.

  He walks to me, wraps one arm around my back and grips my bound wrists, holding me close to him. With just that one touch, my body flares to life, and I can’t help but press myself even closer against him.

  He chuckles and brushes my nose with his. “I haven’t felt this physically attuned to anyone in a very long time. I promise you, I’m no criminal.” And with that, he covers my lips with his and sinks into me, exploring my lips, nibbling and tasting me, and I melt against him, submitting to his every desire.

  I can’t move my arms, and I desperately want to circle them around his neck, grip his hair in my fists and hold him to me. Instead, I press my chest to his and moan as his tongue plunders my mouth. He wraps his other arm around me and presses his pelvis against my stomach, making me well aware of his erection.

  Fuck, he’s sexy.

  “It’s your call,” he whispers.

  “Let’s go.”

  He doesn’t need to be told twice as he leads me out to his BMW and settles me into the passenger seat, buckling me in with my arms pinned behind me. It’s uncomfortable, and I have to lean away from the back of the seat, but I’m so damn turned on right now I don’t even care.

  He smiles wolfishly before kissing my cheek. “I like seeing you restrained like this.”

  Before I can respond, he shuts the door, hops into the driver’s seat and speeds away.

  “Three blocks down on the left,” I instruct him.

  “Above that bakery?” he asks and points.

  “Yes. Nice car.”

  “It was a gift,” he replies carelessly as he parks.

  Who in the hell gives someone a car as a gift?

  He finds parking and leads me up the stairs at the side of my building.

  “You’ll have to pull my key out of my purse,” I murmur, turning so he can access my purse.

  “Digging in a woman’s purse always makes me nervous,” he confesses with a grin. “My mother would have cut our hands off if we dared open her bag.”

  “Well, I’m a bit tied up here,” I respond with a smile.

  “That you are,” he replies as he finds my keys and opens my door. He lays my bag and keys on my table and leads me deeper into my apartment toward my bedroom.

  “A couple of guidelines,” he murmurs gently. “If you say ‘no’ or ‘stop,’ it all ends immediately. I’m not a sadist, so I don’t want you to hurt. But you will do as I say, without question.” He leans down and pins me in those ice-blue eyes. “Are we clear?”

  “I don’t have a say?”

  “I didn’t say that. If you are in pain or uncomfortable, you say so. But I’m going to make very sure that you’re not.” He grins, pushes a finger in the ropes that cross between my breasts and tugs me to him.

  “Do I need a safe word?” I ask.

  “‘No’ is your safe word, little one.”

  “Okay,” I whisper just before his mouth finds mine again. His mouth is hard and frantic, urgent. This is going to be fast and hard, and oh my God, I can hardly wait.

  We reach my bedroom, and he flips on the bedside lamp, sending a soft glow through the room.

  “I can’t take my clothes off with these ropes around me.”

  Standing before me, he leans his forehead against my own and brushes his hands down my upper arms and my sides, down my thighs to where the edge of my thigh-highs meet my skirt.

  “I don’t need you naked to fuck you. It would be preferable, but I enjoy seeing you in my ropes.”

  I grin and tilt my head to the side. “Why?”

  He shakes his head and covers my mouth with his as he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it aside. He steps away from me to open his belt and pants, steps out of them, and I’m shocked to see that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

  How that can shock me after everything I’ve seen tonight, I have no idea.

  His eyes drift down my face, my neck to my breasts to where my nipples are pressed against the material of my shirt. He cups my breasts in his hands and bends over to pull the hard nubs into his mouth, shirt and all.

  My head falls back as I feel the pull all the way down between my legs where the ropes are nestled against my folds. All he has to do is tug them and my panties to the side and he can easily slide right inside me.

  “Want to touch you,” I whisper. I desperately want to grip his hard dick in my hand, make him as crazy as he’s making me.

  He lays a hand on my shoulder. “On your knees,” he murmurs, guiding me down before him.

  I greedily open wide, taking the head of his hard cock into my mouth, sucking and lapping at him like my life depends on it.

  And damn if I don’t feel myself grow wetter when he growls deep in his throat.

  I look up to find him watching me, his jaw clenched tightly and eyes narrowed, glowing bright blue.

  “Fuck, you’re good at that,” he groans and gathers my long hair in his hands, pulling until he’s just tugging, not quite hurting me, and begins to guide himself in and out of my mouth. He never pushes in hard enough to choke me. He’s in complete control, enjoying my mouth on him.

  “There is nothing sexier than this. You, on your knees, in my ropes, with your sexy mouth wrapped around my dick.”

  God, I love his dirty mouth.

  I moan in agreement and slide my tongue over the long vein on the underside of him. I can’t help but grin to myself when I feel the fingers in my hair shake.

  Suddenly, he guides me to my feet and bends me over the bed. He hikes my skirt up over my ass, parts the ropes and pulls my thong to one side. Instead of pushing inside me like I’m expecting, he kneels and buries his face deep into my folds, sucking and licking and making me see stars.

  “Holy shit!” I squeal and try to stand, but he plants one large hand between my shoulder blades and holds me down as he assaults me with his mouth. It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.

  He presses two fingers inside me and massages my clit with his thumb as he stands behind me, opens a condom with his teeth and manages to roll it down his length one-handed.

  He quickly pulls his fingers out of me and replaces them with his cock, pushing in until he’s seated balls-deep, making us both moan. He grips my bound hands and begins to ride me, hard and fast.

  “God, you feel so good.” His voice is rough and broken. “So fucking tight. How long has it been?”

  I shrug. Jesus, he wants me to think now?

  “Answer me,” he commands and slaps my ass with his hand, making me squeal.
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  The pain surprises me but is quickly replaced by an erotic heat that makes me want to squirm beneath him.

  “I don’t know. A year?”

  “Fuck me,” he whispers and continues to pound inside me, as though he’s running a race, and the finish line is in sight. He keeps his hand tightly gripped to my wrists, and with the other, grips on to my hair and pulls me back until my chest is off the bed and I’m completely at his mercy.

  “Does this hurt?” he asks, his mouth pressed against my ear.

  “No,” I gasp. God, this angle makes him feel even bigger. I want to rotate my hips, to push back against him, but I’m defenseless with my arms pinned and my torso being held off the bed.

  “Am I pulling your hair too hard?”

  Yes.

  But I like it.

  “No,” I reply and gasp when he pushes into me even harder, bucking his hips against my ass. I feel the tension building, settling in the small of my back.

  “Do not come until I tell you,” he commands, his teeth clenched.

  “But…” I begin, but he grips my wrist tighter.

  “You heard me.”

  I swallow and try to concentrate on something else. Grocery shopping. The orders I have to fill for tomorrow. What to send to my grandmother for her birthday next month.

  But it’s no use. My body is on fire, and there is no turning back.

  Finally, with a roar, he pushes inside me and yells out, “Come, Nic!”

  And I do, succumbing to the most intense orgasm of my life. My hips jerk against him as he comes inside me, our bodies moving in sync, perfectly attuned to each other.

  Finally, he plants a gentle kiss between my shoulder blades as he releases my hair and wrists and begins to untie me.

  “You could just cut me out,” I whisper, resting against the soft cotton of my duvet.

  “I prefer this,” he replies softly.

  As he loosens the knots, he massages my skin gently, and my body is just one big ball of sensation, from the intense sex and the sweet way he’s touching me now.

  When my arms are free, he helps me to my feet so he can finish untying his intricate knots.

  “I liked it,” I murmur, watching his hands.

  “Did you,” he responds with a half smile.

  I nod shyly, feeling my cheeks heat.

  “No need to get shy on me now.”

  I chuckle as he pulls the last of the rope away.

  “Thank you.”

  His eyes find mine, and he frowns. “For what?”

  I tilt my head to the side, finding the words. “For this…new experience.”

  Matt smirks and raises my hand to his mouth where he plants sweet kisses on my knuckles, then yanks me against him. He’s still naked as can be, and I’m fully dressed, but I finally get to touch him. His skin is warm and smooth beneath my hands as I glide them up and down his back, his arms, up into his thick hair.

  “Your hands are dangerous,” he murmurs against my lips.

  “You feel amazing.”

  He smiles down at me and catches my hands in his, kisses my nose and moves away.

  “I’m going to need your phone number.”

  As he speaks, his phone rings in his pants. He frowns and pulls away from me to retrieve his phone and answers.

  “Yeah.”

  He scowls and begins to swear a blue streak as he yanks his clothes on. “I’m on the way. Are the girls okay? I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

  He snaps his phone shut and gazes at me with regret.

  “You have to go.”

  “Yeah.” He kisses me quickly, his mind already somewhere else. “I’ll call you.”

  And with that he runs out of my apartment. He’s gone before I can remind him that he never got around to taking my number.

  It’s probably for the best. He’s into shit that I have no concept of. This will just be one night that I’ll never forget.

  I shower and dress in my pajamas, grab a bag of chips out of the pantry, and settle on the couch, not paying attention to what’s on TV.

  I wonder who the girls were that he mentioned. Could he have kids?

  Oh. My. God.

  I just had random sex with a married guy with kids! I’m so fucking stupid! Just because a guy is hot and says, “Trust me, baby,” doesn’t mean that I can, in fact, trust him.

  I toss the bag of chips aside and hang my head in my hands. And what the fuck was I doing, playing at the whole submissive-girl-who-likes-to-be-tied-up thing? That’s not me.

  Now I wish he had taken my number so I could tell him off when he calls.

  “Nic, stop.”

  His voice is hard and close behind me.

  Damn it.

  I almost made it to my car.

  “Why?” I ask and whirl around, turning on him. “What could you possibly have to say to me?”

  Chapter Two

  ~Matt~

  “First, I think I need to apologize for something, based on your less-than-warm reaction to seeing me, but I’m not sure exactly what I did wrong, except forget to take your number before I ran out of your apartment.”

  A mistake I’ve been kicking myself for ever since. That one night with this gorgeous dark-haired, green-eyed woman has haunted me since I had her beneath me, wrapped up in my ropes.

  “I’m quite sure your wife and kids would have had an issue with you taking my number. I can’t believe I was so stupid.” She clenches her eyes shut and shakes her head while I scowl down at her.

  “What wife and kids?” I ask, dumbfounded.

  “Yours,” she replies.

  I feel my eyes widen in surprise. “I’m not married, Nic.”

  She whips her green gaze up to mine, and her jaw drops.

  “Why did you think that?” I ask as I step closer to her.

  “Because when you took that call, you asked if the girls were okay.”

  I nudge her chin up with my fingertip, making her meet my eyes. That she’s been convinced for weeks that I am a married man who cheated on my wife with her pisses me off beyond words.

  “Brynna was in a car accident that night, and she had the girls with her.”

  She gasps, her eyes go even wider, and then she frowns, looking toward the house.

  She obviously wants to go to Bryn, to check on her.

  God, she’s amazing.

  “So you see, I’m as single as they come, Nicole.”

  “Nic,” she replies absently, then shakes herself and focuses back on me. “It doesn’t matter.” She pulls away.

  My eyes travel down her petite little body, currently covered in a crisp white baker’s jacket and black slacks. A simple red bow is tied around her head. She’s beautiful in anything, whether it be a small skirt and barely there top, or this boxy jacket.

  Fuck, she’d be beautiful in a burlap sack.

  And I haven’t even seen her naked yet.

  Yet.

  “Why?” I ask calmly.

  “Because I’m not your type, Matt.” She smirks and opens her car door, throws her bag into the back seat and turns back to me with sad eyes that contradict the stubborn set of her jaw.

  “Why?” I ask again. “What type is that?”

  “Submissive. I don’t have a submissive bone in my body.” She spreads her arms wide. “I have opinions, and I like to assert them. I don’t like being told what to do.”

  She’s definitely not suitable to be a full-time sub. There’s no way in hell that she’s slave material. And I don’t give a fuck about that anyway.

  I’m no slave master.

  But she was perfect in the bedroom, the way she communicated freely but let me push her limits, her fear of having her hands tied, and bringing her just to the edge of her pain threshold, gripping her hair in my hand and holding her up off the mattress.

  Goddamn it, just thinking about her flushed cheeks and the way she looked back at me while I pounded inside her makes my dick throb.

  Her breathing increases and her cheeks r
edden as she watches me, as though she can read my thoughts. She drops her arms and twists her hands together at her waist.

  “I beg to differ.”

  “I’m the one who’s supposed to beg, right?” She shakes her head and lowers herself into her car. “It’ll never happen. Leave it be, Matt.”

  And with that she drives away.

  Not a chance in fucking hell am I going to leave it be.

  ***

  “So, I know you’re ugly as fuck, but you don’t usually scare the women off. What happened?” Will smirks at me as I join the others in my parents’ backyard.

  “Fuck you,” I reply under my breath and yank a bottle of water out of a cooler, twist off the top and take a long pull.

  “Seriously,” Will responds, his face sobering. “Is everything okay?”

  “I don’t know,” I shake my head and turn to watch my family.

  Caleb is dancing on the grass with Brynna. They’re grinning at each other and talking softly amongst themselves. Their daughters, Maddie and Josie, are dancing around them, their pretty white dresses flowing around their legs as they giggle and skip, their dog, Bix, joining in the fun.

  Our parents all have their heads together at a long table. My mom is holding Liam, my oldest brother, Isaac’s baby boy, who is drooling profusely and chewing on his fist. My dad is listening to her tell a story to Luke’s parents, smiling at her as if she hung the moon.

  And as far as we’re all concerned, she did.

  Our family has grown by leaps and bounds in the past few years. Now that Caleb is married off, Dominic and I are the only ones who have managed to stay single, and I don’t plan to change my status any time soon.

  Our baby sister, Jules, is rubbing her barely there belly and leaning on her husband of almost a year, Nate. They’re chatting with Natalie, Jules’ longtime friend and who we all consider to be our sister, and her husband, Luke Williams, along with Luke’s sister, Sam, and their younger brother, Mark.

  At a nearby table, Will’s fiancée, Meg, is chatting with her brother, Leo, and our oldest brother, Isaac, with his wife, Stacy.

  Dominic, a brother we recently discovered we had as a result of a brief affair on our father’s part more than thirty years ago, is talking quietly with Alecia, the event planner who pulled this wedding together at a moment’s notice.