“How do you want to be fucked?”
She looked around the room, found the sawhorses that usually held saddles and then looked back at him. She was too afraid her voice would give her away if she spoke so she said nothing and let her face answer for her.
He followed her gaze and chuckled when she bit her lip and blushed.
“So,” he smirked. “Bent over and fucked into tomorrow, is it?”
She nodded. He fondled her tits, pulled on her nipples and gave her his best Elvis sneer.
“I have a better idea,” he murmured with his mouth an inch from hers.
Taking her arm, he whirled her around and said, “Hold out your hands.”
When she saw the rope in his hand she almost dropped like a rock from excitement. Tying her up was something they’d done from the very beginning of their ill-timed love affair. She’d been a college student with a terminal case of the hots for her brother’s best friend the first time he’d tied her to his bed.
A cascade of random thoughts tumbled around in her mind. She watched as he carefully bound her wrists. The sensation sent a spike of fear to her nerves but before she could think about that, her eyes landed on his bowed head.
He had the softest hair and she very much liked that the badass rocker side of his personality won the grooming war because running her fingers through the longish hair and having something to grab hold of was awesome. She breathed deep. He looked up and gave her that quirky knowing half smile he was so damn good at and then went back to his task.
He smelled like Parker. Wild. Untamed. Extraordinary. There was a hint of spice, the scent of leather and mouthwatering masculinity.
She let her eyes travel down his front, below his bowed head. He had just the right amount of chest hair and then of course there was that yummy happy trail. A movement caught her gaze and she zeroed in on his magnificent cock, jutting boldly from his body as it bobbed and swayed with his movements. Mesmerized, she thought about that part of him being inside her and shivered.
He dragged her to a spot in the room she was beginning to know well where a series of thick iron mud hooks were set into the massive wood ceiling beam. Every nerve ending in her body throbbed. She’d almost begged for the sawhorse, exposing her weakness for being helplessly bound to the erotic apparatus.
The power of his fierce control sent shivers through her. He was about to teach her an erotic and probably very risqué lesson.
Quickly, he pulled her hands up and adjusted the rope until she was nearly on her toes. A low greedy moan escaped her lips. This is what she craved. Being at his mercy and completely at ease knowing he would keep her safe, always.
She let her head fall back and felt the tumble of her hair tickle the curve of her ass. He was behind her and grabbed the fall of hair into a tight fist, holding her head back as he loomed above her head and spoke to her in a harsh growl.
“What happens when you deny me, kitten?”
Ah, shit. He was still calling her kitten. Parker possessed the lovemaking repertoire of a modern day sex god. Desert angel enjoyed the insatiable sex drive and was happy to indulge. But he saved the really dirty stuff for kitten. An unexpected flood of desire swamped her pussy and made her quiver.
“You remind me who I am.”
“And who are you, kitten?” he whispered in a tone bordering on dangerous.
“Yours, Parker. I’m yours.”
He grunted and released his hold on her hair. She struggled to pull her head forward and found him reaching for something hanging along the back wall. Her heart started to pound and her breathing got choppy.
Rounding to her front, she stared intently at him as he took up position, cock in one hand and a leather riding crop in the other. He stretched out his arm and trailed the leather snap from her chin to between her tits and down to her belly. The sharp thwap as the crop hit her just above her mound made Angie jolt.
Walking slowly in circles, he teased and tapped her skin with the crop. She shook and moaned. He stopped in front of her and swatted the inside of one thigh. The sharp sting sent a jolt of electricity through her body. He swatted the other side and commanded her to spread wider. She was already practically on her toes but somehow managed to slide her feet further apart. He was really, really good with the crop.
That’s when he went to town on her tits. Swatting her turgid nipples and swirling the leather snap all over her swollen globes, he had her crying out in no time. When he suddenly grabbed her by the waist and dove onto her nipples with his teeth and tongue, she jerked and whimpered until overcome with desire, then she went limp.
The crop landed on her ass. Thwap. Thwap. Two stinging swats. “We’re just getting started kitten,” he growled before latching his teeth onto her earlobe. “Stay on your feet or no cock for you.”
With her head starting to get fuzzy, she screamed at her muscles to comply and moved back into position.
“Good kitten,” he murmured close to her ear. The satisfied pat on her ass and the audacious way he touched her was doing crazy things to her breathing.
He fondled her breasts and leered at her. His cock brushed against her leg. Her mouth fell open and a soft whimper announced her desperation. She needed his lips. Bad.
He responded to her want by licking around her lips and flicking but not entering her mouth with his tongue. She struggled in her bindings, wanting more. More of his mouth. More of his touch.
He pulled back slightly and put a finger in her mouth that she greedily swirled her tongue around and sucked.
“Do you want me to kiss you, kitten?”
“Oh god, yes. Please.” She begged.
“Not quite yet,” he told her in a husky moan. “First things first.” And then he slowly went to his knees, his hands caressing and stroking her body as he lowered.
Angie quivered when she felt him part her pussy lips and blow on her swollen clit. He softly circled the bundle of nerves with a finger. Her head dropped back and she groaned from the exquisite sensation.
When his tongue laved the exposed nub she cried out. He silenced her with a deeply masculine, “Shhh.”
He licked her again and asked, “Who do you belong to you, kitten?”
“You, Parker. Only you.”
She groaned when two fingers slid inside her and massaged her pussy until she flooded again. When he stopped she was on the verge of falling apart.
“I’m going to lick my pussy now, kitten.”
She heard the possessive vibe when he said ‘my pussy’.
“And you aren’t to come until I say you can. Understand?”
She was too far gone for words so she jerked her head and whimpered at the same time that she thrust her mound toward his mouth. His responding chuckle had a devious quality to it. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her as his mouth descended and proceeded to lick her into a sensual stupor where all she was capable of was the occasional grunt or groan as she surrendered to his wicked mouth.
Arousal leaked from her body and trickled down the ultra-sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She quivered. He licked up her juices with satisfied grunts that tore her composure to shreds.
“Parker,” she groaned. It was too much. She needed to come. Her body was screaming for release.
“Not yet, kitten.”
After a few more lusty licks, he gently kissed her desperate clit, and then stood. Eating her had made a juicy mess around his mouth. “Now we kiss, little one. And you can taste your sweet arousal for yourself.”
The things he did to her mouth left Angie stunned and breathless. She tasted her desire and his thundering lust. Her pussy throbbed as her body readied for his possession.
Parker stood. He reached between her legs and wet his fingers until they were covered with her arousal. Then he covered his cock with the fragrant fluid and held her gaze with an animalistic leer.
He wasted no time on niceties. Putting his hands behind her knees, he hoisted and spread her thighs wide at the same time. She watched him maneuver
her body into position, felt the head of his mighty cock at her opening and let out an anguished howl when he gave one sharp thrust that sent him deep into her body.
Her body jerked as he held still and she absorbed every sensation of being impaled by his cock as she hung helplessly from the ceiling. Want. Need. Desire. Love. All coalesced inside her and sent Angie into a bucking rhythm as she fucked him as hard as she could.
“Ah, that’s very nice, kitten. Yes. Very nice,” he grunted as she gyrated and bucked in a frenzy of lust. “Fuck me little one. Fuck me till you come.”
Oh my god. Permission given, she exploded with need. He held her ass as she frantically chased her orgasm. “That’s it, baby,” she heard him growl. “Fuck my cock. Come for me kitten.”
It was wild, dirty, and loud when the pleasure she sought ripped her apart. Screaming his name, she begged for him to never stop. She was gasping for air as quaking shudders squeezed every drop of pleasure from her body. That was when he got serious and taught her quite the lesson about who was in control.
The way he took her after she came was ferocious and nowhere near gentle. He fucked her with short shallow strokes and long, penetrating thrusts that made her toes curl.
Twice he pulled out completely so he could maul her tits and destroy her nipples with his mouth.
He entered her from behind and toyed with her clit until her pussy quivered and came in a flood that surprised them both.
After making her come one more time, he lifted her onto his cock again and set a devastating rhythm as he brought it home, fucking her to a thundering climax that bathed her pussy with his come. He grunted into her ear and told her in the crudest of terms how much he enjoyed taking her like a savage.
When he took her down from the hook and cradled her on his lap as he untied her hands, she shook uncontrollably and couldn’t believe it when her lip began to quiver and gathering tears tickled her nose.
He took hold of her chin and forced her to look at him. “I love you Angelina Marquez. More than I think you know.”
“Parker,” she abruptly sobbed as he pulled her into a fierce embrace. “I love you so much.”
He held her, kissed her sweetly and whispered to her about his love. She felt safe and protected in his arms. It was time to put her fears to rest. Raising her head, she gave him a watery smile and tried to brush away her tears.
“Ask me again,” she whispered.
He looked at her strangely and then the shock of what she was allowing spread across his face. The last thing she expected was a smirking smile.
“Oh, so that’s the way it is, hmm?”
She pouted and instantly regretted handing him the advantage. “Dammit.”
He laughed at her and gave her a smacking kiss. “Angel baby, leave everything to me. I know just what this situation calls for.”
Oh great, she groused mentally as her expression went from pout to dour. He’ll have me knocked up and chained to the front door in record time.
The thought, though pithy and shocking, didn’t displease her at all.
8
“I want the recipe for these cookies,” Heather told Finn. “Sorry bud, but you don’t get to keep this gem a secret.”
“She’s right, ya’ know,” Lacey added as she piled a few into a plastic container and snapped the lid shut. “It’s bad enough that your enchiladas are better than Ria’s.”
Heather snorted. “Pissed her off, you did!”
She watched Finn carefully. This guy is a hard nut to crack, she thought for the hundredth time. He was a smooth operator, capable of appearing like a blank slate when she knew damn well his turbulent waters did not simmer deep. Unless she was imagining things, Finn O’Brien was ready to kick-start at all times.
He was also surprisingly sweet and kind when it came to Bella. The two had a childishly hilarious love-hate relationship. For whatever reason Finn went out of his way to fawn over the precocious little girl. And Bella, who sucked up the attention like a sponge and fawned over him equally as much, shot directly from the hip where he was concerned. She’d brought a hushed silence to Dylan’s Disney themed birthday bash when she took the man to task for being rude to Meghan. The moment was fall down laughing funny as shit and serious at the same time. Seeing a five-year-old tear a new one in a grown man for an off-hand snipe directed at his sibling had almost been the highlight of the party.
Finn reacted to learning of Ria’s irritation with a genuine smile. “Swear to St. Patrick ladies and on all that’s holy that I have no idea how that happened. Enchiladas and Boston don’t seem like they’d be friends but my guys at the fire station could inhale ten large trays and still want more.” He gave a self-deprecating shrug and quirked a half smile. “Ria’s are authentic. Mine are Boston style.”
Boston style!” Lacey laughed and threw her arms around a startled Finn and gave him a big hug. “I like you Beantown,” she chirped happily.
Meghan’s little brother rolled his eyes at the satiric nickname he’d been saddled with.
“Who the hell came up with that?” she asked out loud. “I love it.”
Tori came around the corner and went to the refrigerator, pulling open the stainless steel door with a tug. Taking out a container of yogurt, she peeled back the lid and gave Heather a smirky headshake. “That would be Remy,” she replied to the nickname question. “She and young Mr. Finn do dueling light sabers every night at dusk.”
“Oooooooooh,” Lacey murmured in a long, drawn out ‘gotcha’. “Met your match have you? Hmm?”
Heather bit back a laugh when he seemed momentarily trapped and looked around for an escape route. Though he tried pretending otherwise, he was just like the rest of the alpha riff-raff who made life with Family Justice so fascinating. Clinging to his outsider status was a waste of time but he had to get there on his own. That being said however, cornered by a troupe of no-nonsense females digging for dirt, he had no chance of exiting the conversation without figuratively feeling a cool breeze on his balls that let him know they had his number.
Tori stirred a spoon in the yogurt cup and eyed Finn speculatively.
“No to the dueling lightsabers,” he eventually quipped. Nodding at Angie as she too joined this odd assemblage he said, “I’ve been informed that all Star Wars references are the exclusive purview of a desert angel and her asshole lawyer boyfriend.”
“Hey!” Angie jeered upon hearing Finn’s characterization of her and Parker. “Watch it or I’ll turn Bella loose on your snarky butt.”
He chuckled. “And here I thought it was just you ladies who were scary as shit.” Smiling into Heather’s cool expression he said, “Turns out little Miss Ruffle Pants makes y’all look like amateurs!”
They shared a laugh and the conversation went back to the subject of the oatmeal cookies Finn brought to family dinner. Heather listened to the ladies tease the affable newcomer in their odd mix of people and mentally gave Meghan’s brother a high five for holding his own.
And speaking of Meghan … where the hell was she? Her eyes looked through the kitchen window and searched through the people gathered around the pool and patio for the missing Justice wife. She found her sitting cross-legged on one end of the double lounger she and Brody enjoyed cuddling on, while across from her sat Bella. Also cross-legged and by the look of things telling quite a story.
A slow smile spread across Heather’s face. Of course. Of all the women surrounding Bella, the one she gravitated most to was the vivacious red-head with the happy laugh who despite Heather actually liking the woman quite a bit, she was still pathetically jealous of.
And for that she blamed Brody, although why his friendship with the former teacher pushed all Heather’s buttons she couldn’t figure out. It’s not like they’d been lovers or anything. She almost laughed at the idea. Alex Marquez would have Brody Jensen stuffed and mounted if that was the case. A more openly possessive and dominant alpha she’d never seen, and that was saying a lot considering the company she kept these d
ays.
Bella grew to love everyone in their hodgepodge family group equally but she had her favorites. And Meghan was right at the top of the little girl’s list. She watched the two engage in a lively conversation and felt a smile tug her lips. They looked to be hatching a plan. She could always tell with Bella. The girl’s brain ran at full power most of the time. Alex approached them and sat down on the edge of the lounger. He whispered something to Bella that got her rolling with giggles. When the five-year-old got on her knees and grabbed Alex’s face, he gave her a serious expression while she spoke with tons of animation. Meghan ran her hand up and down the Major’s back as he engaged with Bella.
Alex stood up and held out his hand to Bella, who grabbed it enthusiastically as he hoisted her in a high arc off the lounger, through the air, to land on her feet at his side. Then they scurried off, hands entwined, to get up to who knows what.
Meghan chuckled as they left and stood up. She was smoothing her top down when Calder waved his hand and called her over. Next to him, Stephanie sat on a comfortable lounge chair, feet crossed at the ankles and her hands cradling a visible and growing baby bump.
She felt her heart seize up but shook off the melancholy and turned back to the group of people gathered in her kitchen. This get together was Bella Mia’s idea. She’d invited the whole family over for what she called a Daddy Feast that required Brody to sweat his butt off at the grill. Being part of a big boisterous ready-made family turned out to be a blessing for the once shy child. She’d been overcome by an ocean of emotion at Dylan’s birthday bash, something Heather and Brody hadn’t fully understood until she told them she’d never seen a birthday party before.
As usual, the deadly blaze that erupted inside Brody every time some new revelation about his daughter’s past came to light, required Heather to think fast and stay vigilant. The man she thought of as the personification of strength and moral fortitude had an Achilles’ heel. Two of them in fact. Bella and her.
But he shook off whatever grabbed hold and encouraged the sometimes-fearless kid to invite everyone over for a family night. And that’s exactly what she’d done. Heather smiled. They had two huge social successes in a matter of days. First, Bella’s visit with her neighbor-friend Amy went fantastic and now a night of Justice with Bella acting the hostess.
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