Rogan (Men of Siege Book 1)

by Bex Dane

  "You liked to watch men tied up?"

  "I did. Men and women. In the ones with a man tied up, another man would usually come in and… uh, knock boots with him." Rogan burst into another fit of laughter. "But the girls tied up and a man touching her, that turned me on."

  "You sayin' you want me to restrain you and fuck you?"

  "Oh. I don't know. Maybe? Some of that stuff I'd never want to do. And the men were mean sometimes, spanking and punishing the girls when they did nothing wrong but look sexy in their lingerie. They hit them with sticks and lashes. I didn't like that."

  "I see."

  "I didn't care for the group sex. It bothered me."

  "I can understand that."

  "But, I was intrigued by the idea of being helpless and someone having his way with me, without all the tears and terror."

  "Tears and terror?"

  "With my dad. I felt like he tied me down, but he just wrapped one arm around me. I was paralyzed with fear, but I wonder if I'd like it with someone I loved."

  He smiled and bent down to kiss me. "Thank you."

  "Now you're thanking me?"

  "I was a teenager last time I laughed so hard." He kissed me and rose to standing. "And I'm definitely tying you up when we knock boots on the plane." He walked to the door and turned back with one hand on the knob. "Get packed. We're going home."

  ***

  I plopped down in the plush leather seat in the cabin of the private jet headed for Boston.

  "Uh-uh." Rogan walked to a small door at the rear of the cabin. "Back here."

  My stomach plummeted, and I swallowed the air that had grown thick in my throat. Rogan was just teasing on the flight to North Carolina, wasn't he? Could he have been serious?

  I brushed past him through the narrow opening and stepped into a lush room. The bed and furnishings were smaller, but still high quality.

  Rogan pulled his belt from his waist and leered at me. "You sure you want me to tie you up?" He draped the belt over his palm and raised one eyebrow.

  All the blood in my body drained to one spot between my legs. "Yes."

  Rogan with a mischievous look in his eye, teasing me with his belt, instantly sent my body into full-blown lust. This was yet another side to his complexity, and I couldn't wait to find out more.

  "Want me to spank you?"

  "No," I answered, breathless. A tremor chilled my bones. Could I trust Rogan with this? Would I freak out if he tied me up?

  "You say tourmaline if you want me to stop."

  "Okay."

  "Nothing happens if you don't want it." His reassuring tone evaporated all my fear.

  "Mmm-hmm." I wanted him naked right now. I reached for the top button on his shirt, but he took a step back.

  "Take off your clothes. Lie with your hands over your head."

  "Oh…"

  I felt self-conscious undressing in front of him, but the appreciation in his eyes made it all okay. "A masterpiece, your body."

  That made it a lot easier too.

  I lay down on my back, and he crawled on top of me, straddling my hips. He wrapped the belt around my wrists and wrenched it tight. His eyes searched the sleek surface above my head. "There's nowhere to tie you up." His gaze stopped on a handle to our right. "Slight modification." Next thing I knew, I was flying in the air, his strong arm under my back rotating us ninety degrees. We ended up lying lengthwise on the small bed, my feet dangling off the edges. He looped the belt through a handle on the wall and secured it through the buckle at my wrists.

  Ooh. I liked this position even more. I watched the show as he stripped off his clothes. The cut angles of his ripped body made my mouth water. Stark stars and stripes on his chest, the E on his bicep, broad shoulders, narrow hips, a dusting of hair from his clavicle that got thicker as it led to his stiff cock. I closed my eyes. The sinful image of Rogan naked and preparing to take me seared behind my eyelids.

  He pinned me with his chest on my hips, and took his time kissing and sucking my breasts, his hands caressing my sides and anywhere he could reach. I writhed against the belt, twisting and turning to get away.

  "Not going anywhere." His voice turned dark and demanding as he moved lower and dipped his tongue into my belly button. His hands held my hips in place.

  Oh, man. I'd been missing out my whole life! I'd never dreamed I'd have a man like Rogan lavishing his attention on me, teasing me and tickling me this way. Divine torture.

  When he traced his tongue through my opening and swished over my clit, I froze. I couldn't breathe through the bolts of fire blasting through me. I gasped for air.

  He raised his head and looked up at me. His eyes were glassy like the heat over the highway on a scalding hot day. He licked his glistening lips. "Breathe, babe. I'll take care of you."

  "It's too much. Overwhelming."

  "Then say the word."

  "No. Don't stop. Ever. I want it to last forever."

  "It will. I'll never stop wanting you like this. I'd eat you every meal of the day if I could." He dove back and sucked my clit into his mouth, twirling his tongue in relentless circles. He shoved two fingers up inside me and curled them to tease a tingly spot there.

  "Yes!" For a long moment, I floated weightless as if I'd fallen off a cliff. With a loud gust of air, I came hard, and my legs trembled as I pulsed on his fingers and mouth. Heaven! As I flitted down to earth, Rogan kissed up my belly and smashed his lips to mine. Wet and warm, sweet and smooth.

  He lined up his tip and edged in. "God, fuck. So tight and wet for me." I bucked my hips and he sank in deeper, filling me heart and soul. His long groan stretched to a low hum. "I gotta move."

  "Yes. Move."

  He pounded into me, each stroke sparking glorious pleasure through me. I had no slack in the belt to even bend my elbows. I needed to touch him so bad, but knowing I couldn't made it so much hotter. My legs were free, so I used those to wrap around him and pull him deeper into me. The way his groin mashed on my clit lined up perfectly. "That's it. Oh God. Don't stop."

  He didn't stop. He picked up the pace and tilted his hips, creating a constant pressure on my clit. Add to that the pure bliss his huge cock created inside me.

  Another euphoric orgasm ripped from where we were joined, tore through my chest, and pushed out through my mouth. "Rogan!" My scream spurred him on and he jackhammered into me harder and faster. His neck stiffened, his head flew back, and he let out a long low groan as he buried himself deep. His cock throbbed inside me as total rapture inundated us.

  He smiled through harsh breaths as he loosened the belt around my wrists. "My God, woman. Never came so hard in my life. Never been so turned on."

  "Mmm. I loved that." My hands, finally freed, flew to his back and caressed the soft sheen of sweat on his muscles.

  "We need to get a four-poster bed, so I can tie you up spread eagle."

  "You want to do it again?"

  "Absolutely. Fucking hell, you're a sex kitten, clawing against your restraints, mewling my name, giving in and taking what I'm giving."

  My body shivered, the echo of his touch still fresh on my skin. "I wasn't sure I'd like it, considering ya know…"

  "Sometimes it's good to take a bad memory and turn it on its head. Makes you stronger."

  "Mmm-hmm."

  "I wasn't subduing you. I was worshipping you. Big difference. You were in total control. I was letting you be who you are, no constraints."

  "Thank you."

  "You're very welcome." He brushed his lips against mine.

  "So, why are you letting me thank you now?"

  His fingertips tickled my side. "When I first saw you, I wanted to give you what you needed. I didn't."

  "You did."

  "When we got off the plane in Boston and I took you to the gate, you said thank you as you walked away. I felt like shit. Thanking me for what? Rescuing you from one horrendous situation and sending you to another. That thank you gutted me. After that, every time you said thank you, it remin
ded me of all the things I wanted to give you and couldn't. The jewels, the kisses, my heart. I'm proud to be giving it to you now like I shoulda. Standing up and being a man."

  "You are all man. Whether you're giving it to me or not. But I get what you're saying. And thank you."

  "Welcome."

  Chapter 27

  "What's this place?" I looked around the huge ranch house in the suburbs of Boston. "Why'd we come here from the airport?"

  Before Rogan could answer, Takoda bounded toward us, her nails clicking on the wood floor. Rogan crouched down, and she pounced into his arms, licking all over his face. Her tail swung so fast, it couldn't keep up with her body.

  She darted from Rogan to me and back again, not sure who to kiss the most.

  As Rogan tried to calm Takoda, Diesel and Blaze walked into the room from the hallway.

  "Hey, Swift. How was your trip? You get your mile high membership?" Blaze asked.

  I blushed because boy did I. Rogan and I made use of every inch of the small bed in the back of the jet.

  "Uh, it was great. The trip, I mean. So much fun."

  They all chuckled at my stumbling answer.

  "We're staying here?" I asked Rogan.

  "Yes. It's secure."

  "Your stuff is in boxes in the master bedroom." Diesel motioned down the hall.

  "It is?"

  "Yep. You just need to unpack. We moved the furniture in here." Blaze pointed to the black leather couch from Rogan's apartment. "But this place is a lot bigger. You'll need to go shopping to furnish the other bedrooms."

  "Other bedrooms?" I turned to Rogan. "But a place this size must be so expensive?"

  "I've been collecting two salaries for four years, not spending a dime. We're good."

  "Wow. Okay, thank you guys. Let me make you dinner for doing all this."

  "Maybe after your surprise." Blaze grinned like a schoolboy offering a teacher a can of nuts filled with a springy snake.

  "Isn't this my surprise?"

  "No." Rogan stepped into the hallway. "This is." He touched a door open with his fingertips. "C'mon."

  Rogan stepped back and two women walked slowly toward me with expectant looks on their faces. Oh my goodness.

  "Oh my lord! Sin!" I ran to my big sister and hugged her so hard. "Pride. Pride. Pride." I locked an arm around my other sister's neck, and she clinched me in a hug. Tears gushed from my eyes so fast I couldn't see. I buried my head in Sin's neck and wept uncontrollably. "I can't believe you're here. I can't believe it!"

  We pressed our heads together and sobbed. My sisters. A fragment of home. Pieces of my soul. We'd shared a bond no one will ever understand. We'd suffered through so much and been separated against our will. I'd dreamed this would happen someday, but not so soon, not today.

  "I never thought I'd find you."

  After a few good squeezes, we separated to dry the mess we'd made of our faces. "You look so different." Sin's red hair draped in loose curls over her shoulders. Pride wore skinny jeans and a purple blouse with matching heels.

  "I changed my name to Savannah," Sin said as she wiped her eyes.

  "And I go by Jasmine," Pride said.

  "I'm Tessa. Nice to meet you Savannah and Jasmine." We stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. I hugged my new sister Savannah, both of us half-laughing, half crying. I tugged my new sister Jasmine to my chest. "You look so beautiful."

  Over her shoulder, I caught Rogan watching us, his eyes shimmering, and his smile beaming with satisfaction. I ran to him and jumped up. He caught me by my rear. "You did this? You found them? For me?"

  "I did."

  "Thank you, thank you. This is the best surprise ever!"

  I slammed my lips to his, demonstrating my excitement and gratitude in a greedy kiss. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, and I gobbled it up. The current between us zipped to life, still charged from our naughty plane ride. I'd never get enough of Rogan and his breathtaking body.

  Please, Rogan. Carry me like this to the bedroom, tear off my clothes, and ravish me like you did on the jet.

  "A-hem."

  Rogan ignored the deep voice trying to get our attention, but I ripped my mouth from his and turned to see— oh my gosh, I totally forgot— Blaze and Diesel standing there. And my sisters… My sisters were here. I lowered my legs and slid down Rogan's big body, pretending not to notice the hard ridge abrading my belly.

  "Uh." My sisters stared at me and Rogan with wide eyes and open mouths. Blaze and Diesel fidgeted and looked down. I don't think anyone expected me to jump his bones and mack out on him. But this is the new me, so now they knew. I'm going to be kissing Rogan a lot, so they'd better get used to it.

  "Let's all go to dinner. Catch up." Rogan drew their attention from my bumbling.

  "Yes. Good idea."

  ***

  "I'm surprised Diesel and Yolanda didn't make it. They seemed so in love at the wedding," I said to Rogan as we walked into our new bedroom after dinner.

  "I'm not surprised."

  "What's this?" A miniature armoire sat on top of the dresser I had used at Rogan's place.

  "A bigger box for your jewelry." In his hand, he held the box he'd given me before our trip. "This one fits inside it." He opened a drawer at the bottom of the large box and slipped the smaller one inside. I opened the slender, wooden doors. Empty necklace hooks hung on spinning panels covered in black velvet.

  "It's extraordinary. It's like a standing jewelry box."

  "If you fill this one up, I'll get you another one." He pointed to the space next to the box. "We use all the space on top of this dresser, I'll get you more dressers."

  I laughed. "I don't think I'll need that many jewelry boxes. This one is enough for a lifetime of jewels."

  He curled his arm around my back. "You have fun tonight with your sisters?"

  I pressed my palms to his chest and flexed my fingers in his rigid pecs. "Yes. And I'm so happy for them. Savannah is happily married to one man. Jasmine has friends and plans for the future. And they both looked so pretty."

  "Only had my eyes on one woman." He bent down and kissed me, the spark between us flared to life as his arm around my back drew me up against his body. He broke the kiss and looked at the bed. "This time I'm not tying you up. Want your hands on me."

  "Wait. I… uh, want to talk about something. I mean, not that. I want my hands on you too, all of you. This happened so fast, I need to touch you slowly, so I can memorize every inch of you."

  "Right then, here we go."

  His arm scooped behind my knees, and he threw me on the bed. He landed on top of me and kissed me.

  "Ermm…" My words garbled in his kiss. "Rgnnn…"

  "What?"

  "Savannah and I talked quite a bit tonight."

  "Saw that."

  "She confided in me she can't have kids. She and her husband have been trying for years."

  "And…"

  "And she wants to get Milo and the others out. She'll adopt them if she can."

  He scrutinized my face. "Would you be okay with that?"

  "All I care about is getting them out. Savannah was like a mother to us all before she left. I'd be happy for them if she adopted them, but I'd want to live close to her and to them."

  "Five of them, right?"

  "Mmm-hmm. Temperance is sixteen. She's probably doing most of the work right now. Hopefully, the sister wives are helping too." I did the math on my fingers. "Philander is thirteen. Mercy is nine." Rogan winced when he heard the bizarre names. "Heathen is eight and Milo is six."

  "Alright. When the FBI breaks this case…"

  "I want to meet with Lachlan Cutlass now."

  He slid off me and propped up on one elbow to look at me. "Why?"

  "He's spearheading the investigation into the Brotherhood."

  "Right. And he's sucking at it. We don't need to wait for Cutlass. I'll take out your dad."

  "No. If you kill him, someone else will take his place. The wh
ole compound needs to be shut down. Families need to be relocated. It's not something bullets can fix."

  "I'd only need one bullet." He winked at me.

  "I know, but still... We need the FBI to speed it up."

  "They can't rush in without evidence."

  "I could go home. Get whatever eviden—"

  "No. You're not going back there."

  "Please."

  "Fuck no."

  He silenced me with a kiss and pressed his erection into my hip. He climbed on top of me again, but I pushed his shoulders back.

  "Goddammit."

  Okay, maybe now wasn't the best time. Rogan clearly didn't like his kisses interrupted.

  "Taking my father down would be the sweetest revenge. You understand, right?"

  "No one understands revenge better than me."

  "Then let me meet with Lachlan."

  "No."

  "Ugh…"

  "You're asking me to work with a man who went after my girl."

  "He was undercover. And I wasn't your girl then."

  He glared at the closed bedroom door, and his voice rasped. "Did he kiss you?"

  I pressed my fingers to his cheek, forcing him to look me in the eye again. "He kissed my forehead."

  A muscle twitched in his neck. "He touch you?"

  "When I cried, he hug—"

  "Why were you crying?"

  "He took me to a show. Miss Saigon. Have you seen that? My gosh, I'd say skip it. Anyway, it's this love story about a soldier who never returns to her. I cried for you. I thought you were dead."

  Rogan closed his eyes. "I'm sorry."

  "But you're not dead." I pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his chiseled muscles and stark tattoos. His dog tags hung down on my chest, and I rolled the beads of the chain between my fingers. "You came back. A warm body attached to these tags." I coasted my hands along the sinews of his arms. "So beautiful. Mine to touch."

  He smirked like he didn't deserve the compliment, but he did. The arch of his shoulders conveyed undiluted strength, yet he didn't carry himself with vanity. He regarded his body like a weapon to keep him alive and safe, not a work of art to be pondered and revered.

  Within a few minutes, we were both naked. My hands explored every inch of him from feet to balls to hair.