by Susan Arden
Liar! If she got him naked, she’d straddle him and ride him with total abandon even if her head cracked open.
“Why don’t I believe you?” he asked. “Couldn’t say I’d be able to hold back from taking us both over the edge. Christ, I want to have you wrapped around my cock. I can’t wait until I can fill you up.”
He slid his finger between her thighs and she brought up her legs. Her whole body craved a full throttle ganging up on him. If only he wasn’t so strong…she sucked in a breath as he grazed her opening.
“So unfair,” she moaned, twisting her hips toward his finger. “Please. Just help a girl out.”
“You devious hellion,” he breathed against her ear. “One finger. One time. And that’s it. If you ask for more, I promise you I’ll tan your hide as soon as you’re healed. And take whatever I deem appropriate retribution for putting your health in jeopardy.”
Spooning together, she rubbed her bottom against his erection. His words were the incinerator to her imagination. She envisioned him spreading her legs and doing things she’d read about. Hot, erotic things, and the thought made her melt.
“You mean you’d take me however you wanted?” She pressed her bottom fully against his straining erection, intending to tease him into overdrive. “Where would you put that beast of a machine?”
“Oh girl, you are so wet. You’re asking for it. Aren’t you? Cory, don’t tease me. ” His finger was right there.
Swallowing, she closed her eyes. The feel of him swirling his finger around her made her incapable of thinking. “I’d never do such a thing.” She reached back and rubbed her hand down his hard-on, feeling him jerk against her palm, and her body shivered in response.
“Is this what you want?” He pushed his finger inside her while holding her around the waist with his other arm.
“Brett, please. Please.” She bit her lip, squeezing his finger, and pumping her hips.
“Baby, I’m about to explode. You’re melting around my finger. Tell me how this feels.”
“Magical,” she moaned. Reaching down, she pulled up his shirt and felt Brett’s rippling abs tense under her fingers. Just as she suspected, he’d crested his jeans and his cock was wet and dripping. “Please, I need you inside me. You’ll help me heal.”
He pumped his finger harder and faster. “I am inside you,” he whispered, laughing.
She tugged on his cock. “So not fair.”
“Such a little liar. You think if I got anywhere near your pussy, I could stop from driving myself into you? And do it just once?”
She began pushing her pajama bottoms down, off her hips. His hand between her legs had her insane. “You’re right. One thrust. To curb the craving. You can fuck me properly later. Please, do it!”
“Wildcat.” He removed his finger from inside her and expertly kissed her. Consumed. Devoured. Set her on fire.
“Now who’s teasing?” she panted.
“I’ve already said, we ain’t going down that road.” A knock on the front door kept him from doing more than groaning. “Now you’ve bought a whole mess of problems.”
She reached over and swiped her finger over his glistening head, then pushed her hand down the front of his jeans, and took hold of him.
“Heaven,” she murmured. His cock was velvet steel in her hands, and he pumped once in her grasp.
“There, we’re even for now. But I warned you,” he growled. She pouted as he pulled up her pajama bottoms.
“I almost had you, and would have if we weren’t interrupted.”
He gazed down at her hand still circling his cock. His body went completely still—his muscles contracted and were rock hard against her body. With his pupils fully dilated, his eyes appeared bottomless. A muscle twitched on the side of his jaw.
She let go and bit her lip. She’d gotten him to the point of what? Oh God, maybe she’d pushed too far this time. Too late, she now understood what she’d done. Another round of knocks came from the front door.
She shrugged and began to mend her fences. “I didn’t—”
He covered her mouth with his hand. “Don’t say a word.”
Brett blanketed her with dark look and an arched brow. She tried to swallow the boulder lodged in her throat as she nodded against his warm palm covering her mouth. She gazed into the inferno within his eyes, pressing her lips together.
He pushed himself up, then stood, and adjusted erection inside his pants. He scrubbed his hand down his face.
“Corinth Hera McLemore, you’re in a heap of trouble.”
Oh jeez, had he been taking lessons from her father?
“B-but…,” she stammered.
He held up a finger while delivering a look that could flatten a barn. “Only making it worse. Consider that another ten.”
She twisted the sheets in her hands. He came over to the side of the bed and lifted her chin, staring down into her face. “What you’ve ended up with is a promise we both bought into and I intend on collecting. Baby, I’m going to enjoy spanking that bottom of yours and then having my way with you. For a long, long time.”
CHAPTER 28
Together he, Sarah and Wade wrangled his hellcat, future wife into staying in bed. He’d turned every shade of blue since they’d gotten engaged, and she’d enjoyed making him suffer. Every. Damn. Day. For a week, he had woken up next to Cory with morning wood, and his hard-on had never completely disappeared while being near her. Even sleeping in his clothes with her parents in the other room, he’d been ready to explode. In her sleep, Cory’s soft moans and the way she flung her arm over him or pushed her hip into his crotch had him ready to jack off. He’d find her draped over him, or he’d be wrapped around her, his dick screaming for relief.
It had been a week and she’d come through it looking like her she was ready to tear up the world. His little hellion squeezed his fingers.
“I am so hot for you,” she said, pressing her tits against his arm, and he clenched his jaw for the twenty-first time today.
“Girl, you’ve got me at the point of no return.”
And then she laughed. Mischievously, biting her lips, she taunted him by flashing her tits at one point, and God, he wanted to drag her into the nearest bathroom where he could first smack her pert behind and then give her what they both deserved.
Finally, they were at the medical complex where her doctor’s appointment was scheduled. Hand in hand, he found even walking next to Cory was difficult. He gritted his teeth in pain. Not because of his sprained ankle. Officially, he had the worst case of blue balls known to man. He almost lost it the second the doctor said Cory was better.
He’d not touched her beyond kissing and fondling her tits, and then there had been the one time of being pushed to his limit, and he’d ended up finger fucking her, but in good conscience had stopped.
For a week, he’d refused to take her when she asked. And she had. Over and over, whenever her parents ran an errand. With Cory’s doctor evaluation and guarantee that her MRI was stellar, she’d received a clean bill of health and permission to return to school, and that’s all Brett needed to hear. Inside the doctor’s office, Brett picked up her hand, laid it on his, and then squeezed and shook.
“What’s that for?” she asked, smiling up into his face.
“A promise is a promise, baby.” He enjoyed the slight puzzled expression, and then how her full lips formed the perfect ‘O.’ His cock lengthened just staring at her sassy mouth, and he held back from tracing his thumb against her bottom lip.
“Cory, you came through wonderfully. Thank the Lord.” Sarah hugged Cory, and then pressed her hand on Brett’s shoulder and shook him, smiling. “Good work, coach. Keeping her in bed was a feat I don’t think I could have done alone.”
“There’s no ‘I’ when it was all team work,” he chuckled.
“Brett, you’ve the makings of a rancher if you rope a steer like what I’ve seen going on here,” Wade replied. Her parents beam
ed over at them. They were heading back to the airport.
“Wade and Sarah,” he said, hugging them. “Have a good flight.”
“Son, you might as well call us mom and dad after this week,” her mother said. “By the way, I have a lunch date with your mom. I’m taking Miss Louisa and we’re playing bridge.”
He laughed. “Stay clear of poker and you’ll be fine.”
“Oh, does your mom like to play? I wouldn’t mind a good old fashioned game of Texas Hold’em.”
“Sarah, for land sakes.” Wade waved his hands and snorted. “Brett, alert your mother. This woman and Miss Louisa look innocent. But they’re not. I’ve lost my shirt on more than one occasion.”
“Hush, Wade. You’ll make Brett think I’m some sort of finagler.”
“Mama.” Cory laughed. “Daddy’s got a point.”
“That’s my girl.” Wade patted his daughter’s shoulder, then turned back to him. “We were married in less than a week after meeting. Go figure.”
“Oh Daddy, I didn’t mean that Mama would do anything that outlandish. I’m sure Brett’s mother and her friend, Estella, can hold their own.”
“Still, they should be warned,” her father blustered. “Loudly.”
“Wade McLemore.” Sarah pretended to huff, but she enfolded Cory in delicate embrace and said loud enough to overhear. “Brett’s a good man. We like him a lot. You take your time with your college’s offer to go Paris. One way or the other, you have everyone’s support. Especially his.”
“I won’t do anything rash.” Cory smiled broadly. “He’s a keeper all right.”
“Agreed,” her mother said. “See you soon. Then it’s my turn for the medical square dance.”
Cory appeared to tense at the mention of her mother’s upcoming doctor’s visit while her dad grimaced. Wade had shared his concern about his wife’s health over a few beers that he and his future father-in-law had cracked open on the terrace last night. Man to man—admitting to a soft spot and fear were a sign of bonding. For once, Brett felt part of a family outside his mom and Estella. He inhaled and squeezed Cory’s shoulder.
“You’re looking good, Mama,” Cory said.
“I’m feeling real good too. Keep your fingers crossed.” Sarah winked.
He and Cory walked them out to the curb where her folks climbed into the car they’d rented, appearing more at ease from when they’d arrived.
“Tell everyone I love them,” Cory called out.
He’d learned her folks rarely left Annona to travel anywhere except to visit family in Texas prior to her enrollment in college. Once they went to some cattlemen’s black tie affair in Chicago, but that was about it. This was the fourth time they’d been out to L.A. and they’d relayed scads of trivia about places they’d discovered in the city, spots that Cory said she hadn’t even known existed. An all-night diner nearby, a drugstore that delivered located a few blocks over, and a used bookstore they’d happened into that sold country western vinyl. Wade had purchased a prized Hank Williams record album he’d been after on eBay to add to his huge collection of vintage vinyl housed in the poolroom of their home.
Waving, she nestled her head against Brett’s chest. His arm tightened around her waist, and he easily swung her around, bringing her in front of him.
He lowered his head, brushing his mouth over hers as he whispered, “Hello, trouble.” Cory gasped as he lightly nipped her lip.
“Back at ya,” she said in a husky voice.
“Time to pay the piper,” he said, grazing his mouth against her lips.
She gazed up into his face, arching a brow. “Oh, so now you’re interested? Well… I. Don’t. Know.” Laughing, she twisted out of his grasp, and pretended to inspect her nails. “I really do need to get a manicure.”
His whole body was on high alert, with his focus entirely trained on her. Shoot, she was pushing his last button like a pro. “Cory. We can do this nice. Or, we can do this a whole ‘nother shade.”
She backed away, making all of his muscles contract. He was on the verge of doing something crazy to this girl. Sure as heck, she drove him berserk, pulling his chain.
“First—you’ll have to catch me.” She bracketed her slim hips with her fingers. “I’m not going back to school until tomorrow, so cowboy, it might take some roping to get me.”
“Oh. You want to play games?” he countered, keeping his focus on her. Even with a sprained ankle, he could take on his firecracker, and the more she wrangled, the more he yearned to get her beneath him. “Sugar, why didn’t you say so?”
“Bring it on,” she sang.
He glanced down the sidewalk as though something warranted his attention. “Never mind, your folks are back.”
“They probably forgot something.” She shrugged, turning to look.
He didn’t wait and bolted forward, wrapping his arms around her middle, lowering his shoulder, and then lifting her up across his back. “So easy,” he grunted, placing his palm on her bottom to keep her steady.
He could feel her suck in a breath and knew a tornado was about to set down in L.A. “Brett Gold, you put me down this instant.”
“Oh, I’m going put you down, when I’m good and ready.” He patted her bottom as he walked through the courtyard and up the front steps to her apartment. He stepped inside, refusing to set her down until he got what he needed. Entering her bedroom, he stopped in front of her closet and rifled through her belongings hanging on a peg.
He’d fantasized about this moment. He knew just what he was looking for and announced, “Bingo.”
“What are you searching for?” she asked, struggling on his shoulder.
“Stop moving. Consider yourself on a need-to-know basis.” He pulled four scarves free, then walked over to her bed. Totally girly, the white headboard and footboard he’d kicked against each night, given his height. But now her feminine decor was perfect for what he had in mind.
“Brett, what are you up to?”
He arranged her over his lap, then pulled up the hem of her dress. “Heaven help us,” he whispered, staring down at the lingerie she wore. A white garter belt and itty-bitty undies. He felt himself go hotter than a red poker.
“Please, Brett, tell me what you’re going to do.”
He sucked in a lungful of air, running his hand over her bottom, pulling up the edge of her undies and skimming his fingers over the seam of her ass, imagining the things he wanted to do with her. Before they did anything truly outrageous, he’d marry her and make her his wife.
“Cory, you drive me crazy, pushing every one of my buttons. I want our marriage sooner than later, but I can wait for you if that’s what you want. I’m giving you a pass this once. You cause me any more consternation and I promise you, I’ll smack your behind until you can’t sit down so you’ll remember who wears the pants in this relationship. I love you, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you do things that will hurt or harm you. We’re good together, baby. Just this once, I’m withholding. But if you play with fire, better realize from here on out, that backside of yours will get burned, but good.” He pulled the flimsy material, fisting it in his hand, and in one firm tug he tore it off her hips. Brett dropped the torn undies next to him and regarded her perfect bottom. “Here’s one to grow on and remember.”
“Just one,” she whispered. “Is that all I’m going to get?”
He ran his fingers over her firm, round ass, kneading each cheek. God, it took everything in him to keep to his word.
“Don’t push.” He laid into her with one smart smack. The pink stain to her perfect butt had him jerking in his pants. “Now, I’m going to undress you.”
Picking her up, he moved her to the bed and removed her clothes as promised then spread her lovely legs. “Tempted?” she whispered.
“Very,” he replied, but refrained from touching her beyond what was required.
He wanted them both on the brink and ready to engage in a wild fuckfe
st. Her scorching gaze followed him as he looped the ends of a scarf around one ankle before attaching the end to the bedpost. He walked to the other bedpost and knotted the scarf, then tied the end to her ankle, refusing to give in and caress her silken skin and plunge into her pussy with his heat-seeking missile cock. He glanced up the ‘V’ of her legs and stopped. His whole body hummed with pure unadulterated lust…and more. What he’d do to have her next to him, instead of heading over to Paris this summer. Fuck, he wanted her so bad it hurt, even his nuts ached.
“Another lesson, baby doll. Trust me?” he asked, leaning down and ghosting his fingers over the curve of her calf.
“Absolutely. All the way,” she said with certainty.
“Hold out your wrists.” His heart hammered as he tied her wrists together with one of the scarves. “You can’t imagine how I’ve fantasized about this moment.”
“If it’s anything like I’ve imagined, we’re in for it.”
Brett ran his fingers over the footboard and slowly shook his head, entranced by her. “You’re…more than beautiful. I don’t even have the words to describe how you can get me coming undone with that sassy mouth of yours. One look. Just being next to you this last week. Girl, I love you more than any man could love a woman.”
“Come to me,” she whispered, holding out her wrists that he’d tied. “I love you.”
He lowered his jeans, his cock hugging his belly, and ripped open a condom packet. Rolling it down had him grinding his back molars, heat racing up his spine by the time he climbed between her legs. She held up her arms and slipped them over his head. “God, Cory. I won’t be able to do much, you’ve got me ready to explode.”
“Me too,” she said. “Don’t hold back. I’m all better.”
“Got what you need. I’ve never been this on edge.” He pushed the head of his dick inside her, relishing the way she was so tight and gripped him. He hungered to drive himself into her, but he’d lose it. One thrust and it would be over, he was that far gone. He focused on Cory’s face, loved to watch her pupils dilate as he entered her. “You’re so wet. So fucking tight.”
