by Lynn Stark
When Marley’s own fingers failed to bring that last teasing orgasm, she rushed to her suitcases and dug through the largest of them until her useless digits wrapped around the large latex shaft. With an exclamation of triumph she yanked the purple rabbit vibrator out of the depths of its hiding place and ran back to the bed, even as her thumb pressed the button. She was so excited there was no need for lube. Trembling fingers parted the swollen lips of her sex before the vibrator was plunged in. A shriek of pleasure left her lips and her body arched as the vibrations hit her clitoris and wrapped around her pubic bone.
“Oh, fuck me harder!” Marley cried, her eyes pressed shut and her imagination set on overdrive. It was the big, powerful Grayson covering her body, his long, thick cock thrusting deep into her pussy, thrusting in and out like a piston. His hands were beneath her ass, holding her hips close as he fucked her into the mattress. His massive chest crushed her breasts. His breath was hot on her skin as he began biting her neck and the curve of her shoulder. “Grayson, please fuck me harder!” Strong fingers bit into her soft flesh as he slowed, rocking and lifting, grinding as he drove into her welcoming depths. He hit her clitoris with every grinding stroke, then her G-spot. Her body was on fire. Her breath was coming in fits from between her parted lips.
Then she saw them, stars of every size and color as the world exploded around her. Grayson plowed his huge cock into her until he joined her, his balls emptying of semen, spurt after spurt pulsing from a cock so hard she knew she would still feel it in the morning. Strong teeth attached themselves to the muscle between her neck and shoulder, causing her to scream again as one last orgasm ripped through her.
Blushing hotly from head to toe, Marley searched the sheets for the vibrator. She wrapped it in a pair of underwear before tucking it away. She would clean it later. Right now she just wanted it out of sight.
Twenty minutes and a hot shower later, she felt ready to face the world again. Almost. As she glanced toward the suitcase she felt her skin overheat again. She was almost out the door, the dogs on her heels, when she remembered the book.
Gasping, Marley ran back to the bed. She had made it, but she guessed that one of the staff would come in to decontaminate the room once she was gone for the day. She searched around the bed until she found the book. Snatching it up off the floor she then shoved it into the suitcase along with her guilt and unfulfilled fantasies. She hadn’t gotten to Roarke yet. Yep, she felt real guilty about leaving the guy hanging.
Marley was looking forward to going to bed that night. She grinned and ran down the stairs with the dogs running beside her.
Chapter Four
Roarke admired the dancing butterflies as Marley walked quickly down Silver’s main street with the two Great Danes at her side. He’d always loved butterflies. Now there was a new butterfly madness forming in his brain. All he could think about was kissing each and every one of those beautiful winged creatures, tracing them with his fingertips as his cock slid in and out of her hot pussy.
Where did those butterflies begin? And where did they end? Roarke’s cock twitched, thickening, as he continued to wonder about the alluring Miss Marley Jacobson. He followed her down the street until she got to the old gallery she was refurbishing. He caught up with her just as she was unlocking the door. Barney woofed in greeting but shot inside past her, galloping along the long room until he disappeared into the back of the store turned art gallery.
“What’s up with him?”
Marley laughed. It was a soft, sexy sound which sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. “His favorite toy is back there. We forgot to take it home with us last night.” She fussed with putting the key in the pocket of skintight jeans, not looking at him. Roarke wondered about that. He also wondered what was putting the bright color in her cheeks. “Do you work?”
Roarke nodded, grinning. “Though I’m terribly wealthy, I do work. I was on my way there when I saw you. I was just about to dash into the coffee shop for something hot and fattening. Can I get you anything?”
“Sure. Your choice. I’m not picky as long as it’s strong, sweet, and has whipped cream on it.”
Leaning close to her, he whispered in her ear. “That sounds like the definition for Gray. And we can always add the whipped cream.” His lips skimmed the edge of her ear, as light as the touch of a butterfly’s wing. He pulled back and grinned down at her. There was definitely something up with her. The blue-green eyes staring up at him were hiding something. “Be back in a moment.”
As he waited for his order to be filled he wondered if anyone would mind if he went into the restroom and jerked off. He only hoped no one noticed the erection pressing against his zipper. Thankfully he was close to the counter where the orders were paid for. Desperate, he thought of Miss Jersey, Colt’s secretary. He tried picturing her naked, relieved when that worked. His cock shriveled up and crawled inside him.
Marley opened the front door to the gallery for him as Roarke returned. They smiled at one another, though he noted her captivating eyes shifted away from his quickly and that mysterious blush was covering her cheekbones again.
“I hear Colt had to spend the night at the big house last night,” he said carefully, watching her closely. Had Colt tempted the beautiful woman into his bed? It wouldn’t be the first time it had happened and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.
But Marley didn’t hesitate to answer. She nodded and looked at him as she accepted the coffee from him. She pulled the lid of and slurped the whipped cream off with little elegance and a lot of enthusiasm. Roarke nearly groaned out loud as his cock began hardening again as he watched the tip of her pink tongue swipe over her upper lip, removing every trace of the creamy substance. Fuck, he couldn’t wait until she licked his cock with that tongue.
“Yes, he did. He surprised me, because when I went to get a book from his library I didn’t know he was there. I was on my way back to my room when he came out of his bedroom.”
She wasn’t hiding anything, but she was still obviously nervous. Hmmm, this was very interesting indeed. Roarke sipped his coffee as he continued to watch every nuance in her facial expressions. She was something of an open book. Everything she was feeling was right out there.
“Were Bliss and Clarissa there?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t see or hear anyone else, but I don’t believe he was alone.” She grinned suddenly. “I’m afraid I all but ran off. I was in my pajamas, after all.”
“Really?” Roarke felt his eyebrows shoot up. “And what kind of pajamas were you wearing?”
Though Marley seemed to be loosening up since their first meeting, she wasn’t going to spill her guts just yet. She grinned at him and tossed that gorgeous waterfall of dark brown silk over her left shoulder so it spilled down her back.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Roarke moved closer, getting in her space. He took it as a good sign when she didn’t retreat. “Oh, yeah, I’d like to know. Were they skimpy?”
“Slightly.”
“Tell me more.”
“Beg me,” she teased, her eyes sparkling like the sun on the Caribbean. She bit her full lower lip as she contemplated her flirting, something that was obviously a new game for her to play with a man. Refreshing. How far would she go?
“Marley, please put me out of my misery.”
There was a long silence between them. They stared at one another. Roarke knew Marley wanted to be bolder. He could see it in her eyes. She wanted to be naughty, but didn’t know how. He could help her with that. So could Gray.
Roarke, however, wouldn’t get to play. His phone rang at that moment, causing him to curse beneath his breath. Her mouth snapped shut on whatever answer she had been going to give him. She grinned like the Cheshire cat and danced away from him.
Cursing silently, he pulled his phone out and slid his thumb up the screen. “Hey, Dad, I’ll be there in a minute.” He gave an apologetic smile to Marley. “I have to go. Even though my dad’s retired, he shows up to work ever
y day. See you later, butterfly.”
“See you later, tall, dark, and handsome.” Marley laughed, sending his pulse racing. The sound was soft and sexy and he’d never get enough of hearing it. “Have a good day.”
Roarke winked, wishing he could stay. But if he did, then his dad would want to know what was going on. He wasn’t ready to share Marley with his dad just yet. The man would be down the street to the gallery to check her out before he could stop him.
“You have a better one,” he responded, smiling as he headed out the door.
As he left the gallery and walked down the sidewalk, Roarke could feel the happy grin spreading across his face. It stretched and pulled at muscles he didn’t think had ever been used before. That didn’t mean he hadn’t been happy before, because he had, he was, but this was a new happiness spreading through him. He could feel it from the tips of his toes all the way to his ears. Yeah, he had happy ears.
“What’s got you dancing down the street?” a deep male voice asked from behind him. Roarke spun around to see Gray looking at him with one dark-golden brow accompanying the query. “You look like you’re having a good time all by yourself.”
“I just left Marley,” Roarke told his partner smugly. He handed over his cup of coffee, knowing he would have to give it up anyway. Gray was a coffee snatcher. He watched the man take a drink of the strong brew before he handed it back. “She confessed Colt saw her in her pajamas last night. She started to tell me about them, but Dad called. Remind me to kill him.”
That seemed to amaze Gray. “Don’t tell me anything which might incriminate you,” he joked, moving closer. He got him moving again, toward the toy store. “I’d hate to have to arrest you, though the handcuffing and strip search might be fun. Now back to the beautiful Marley Jacobson. Tell me what she said.” Roarke told him, recounting his brief conversation with their woman. Gray nodded. “That sounds promising. She’s loosened up a lot in the matter of a day plus some. And when you kill your dad, let me know. I’ll help you hide the body.”
With Roarke on the bottom step leading into the toy store the two men were the same height. Leaning into the other man, he wrapped his arms around his neck. He brushed his lips over Gray’s square chin before kissing him lightly.
“Come see me at lunchtime, if you can. Maybe Dad will be bored by then and go home to irritate Mom for a while. I know she’s wanted him to put up new clothesline and fix a couple of shutters. I’ll give you a blow job.” The store closed every day at noon for one hour. It was a schedule his great-great-grandfather had begun and it had never been changed. Only outsiders, tourists, ever tried the door during that time. Rumor had it the man went home to visit his wife, a woman he was married to for nearly sixty years. “You can close your eyes and pretend it’s Marley on her knees in front of you.”
Smiling as Gray let out a low groan of torment, he gave him one last kiss before backing up toward the door. Even without looking he knew his dad was waiting just inside the door.
“I’ll see you at lunch,” Gray told him, winking as he walked away toward the cruiser parked down the street.
Roarke admired the man’s tight, muscular ass encased in dark denim as he strolled away. Then he was opening the door to the toy store and walking inside.
“You two need to get a room,” Dennis O’Malley said as he worked on a display of small cars at the front of the store. They were a big seller and he always kept the inexpensive cars where they would catch a kid’s eye. “When are you two going to get married and give me some grandkids?”
Laughing, Roarke imagined how that question would sound to anyone outside of Silver who knew he and Gray were partners. “Soon, we hope. We have an eye on someone.”
“Must be that new woman I saw in town. What’s her name? Marley Jacobson?” It didn’t surprise him that his father knew the latest gossip. The old guys who came into the toy store daily always kept him up-to-date. “I saw her a couple of days ago. She’s a real looker. Just like your mom.”
Okay, his brain was just not going to go there. His mom was pretty, but he wasn’t going to think beyond that. “Yes, she’s very beautiful.”
“What’s Gray think of her?”
“That’s she’s beautiful.”
Dennis O’Malley nodded as he slid the last car on the hook. “Just don’t be letting her get away. The right woman doesn’t come along every day.”
“I’ll do my best. Now, do you think we should start setting up the locomotive display? It won’t be long before people start thinking about Christmas. Trains are always a big seller.”
* * * *
After finishing his patrol Grayson decided to make a little visit to Marley’s gallery. He wished he wasn’t on duty. He knew there was a lot of work to be done inside. He had seen the new, freestanding walls where paintings would be displayed as he had peered in the week before. Only the framing had been done then. Before he went to see Marley he stopped at the bakery to buy a chocolate-filled, cream-puff-style delicacy. He smiled as it was placed in a shiny, pink box with white stripes, looking very much like a gift. He took two plastic forks out of the large ceramic cup on the counter. After choosing two of the hard doggie cookies from another display case, he was back on the hunt within five minutes.
The dogs greeted him at the door as he entered. Marley looked from where she was rolling paint onto the wall, a welcoming smile on her lips. His gaze admired the way her shirt was riding up, allowing him a pretty good view of her tanned stomach. He wanted to grumble when she lowered her arms and the cotton slid back down to her waist. When his gaze wandered back upward to her face, he saw there was a very bright blush across her high cheekbones. She couldn’t quite meet his eyes then and he wondered at it. He didn’t think his admiring glance had been enough to embarrass the woman. Interesting.
Grayson offered the box to her. “I hope you like chocolate.”
Marley moved closer. She smiled again. Her gaze was on the box, again not looking at him. “I love chocolate. I only allow myself to eat it once a week, because I have no self-control where chocolate, or any kind of sweet for that matter, is concerned. If I bought a dozen cookies, I would sit and eat a dozen cookies. I usually just buy a candy bar to satisfy my craving.”
“So, I could tempt you with chocolate anytime.”
The blush, which had faded, now returned full force. “Maybe,” she said shyly, looking at him from beneath the heavy fringe of her dark lashes.
“Oh, there’s a challenge if I ever heard one.” Grayson handed her a cellophane-wrapped fork then opened the box. “It also makes me wonder what you would do for this.”
“Do I have to tell you right now?” A moan escaped her luscious lips as she peered into the box before looking back up at him.
The woman wanted to play. Grayson could see it in Marley’s eyes. There was shyness there, but an excitement, too. “Yes, Marley, you have to tell me right now. What would you do for this chocolate delight?”
Blue-green eyes darted around, not able to lift to his face as her soft skin turned a very telling shade of red. “I, uh…”
“Come on, Marley. Tell me what you would do for this.” Silence, but she lifted those eyes to his face and he saw the plea there. She wasn’t stepping back so his game wasn’t threatening her. “Do I need to lock the door?” The dark head nodded. His cock twitched. “I think we should eat this where we’d be more comfortable, don’t you?”
Marley nodded, and then led him to the rear of the gallery. There were several rooms back here and he saw one was prepared for the dogs. She gave them a command and the pair walked in and flopped down on their beds. They weren’t happy and it was only then that he remembered what he had in the paper bag.
“May I?” He showed her the contents. When she nodded he gave each of the dogs the treats.
Then Gray was following her to the room across the hall, admiring her jean-clad ass as they went. She closed and locked the door. That was promising, he thought, as she began to shift nervously ag
ain.
“No time to chicken out. Tell me what you will do for this.”
Silence.
“Marley, tell me,” he said in a stern, no-nonsense tone.
“I’d give you a blow job.”
Lord, he was going to explode right then and there. What had happened to the shy, prim miss they had met just a day and a half before? Obviously she had leapt off a roof somewhere in Silver and left this woman in her stead.
Placing the dessert box on the desk, he reached out to caress the side of her face. The tips of his fingers stroked down to her delicate jaw. She looked up at him, a combination of fear and excitement in her eyes. Obviously Marley didn’t have a lot of experience with these games. He could help her with that.
“Is that it? Just one little blow job, Marley? It’s an awfully tasty treat. Surely it deserves more.”
“Do you have handcuffs?” she whispered, licking the lips he wanted to see wrapped around his cock.
Was the woman trying to kill him? His cock thumped impatiently at his zipper, demanding to be released. “Yes. I have them. What do you want?”
“I want you to handcuff my hands behind my back,” Marley told him in a rush, her voice again little more than a whisper.
Reaching behind his back, Grayson took the handcuffs he carried in a small pouch. With his hands on her shoulders he urged her to kneel at his feet. It was difficult to bend with a cock that felt as if it had suddenly turned to steel, but he managed to cuff her with practiced ease. Stepping back, he stared down at her, his eyes searching her face for any sign that she wasn’t comfortable. There was no such sign to be found. Relief surged through him as strongly as his desire.
Pulling his buckle open, he pulled the leather back then released the top of the button and zipper. His cock sprang free, throbbing hard, the mushroom-shaped head an angry red. “Open your mouth, baby.” Those beautiful lips parted, her mouth opening as he stroked his cock. When she leaned forward to lick away the pearly droplets seeping from the slit, his breath caught in his throat. His heart hammered in his chest, sending his blood racing like liquid fire along his veins.
