Foolish Games

by Lilliana Anderson

I love him.

  “Don’t call me Ronnie,” I whispered. “Call me doll. I want to be your doll again.”

  “Doll,” he said over and over between kisses.

  “Just promise me one thing,” I gasped, sliding my hands beneath his shirt, loving the return of his silky skin against my palms. My God, he’s a drug.

  “Anything. I’ll do anything to make us right again.”

  “Ask me next time. If you think something is going on, just fucking ask me and I’ll tell you.”

  He held himself above me and we locked eyes. “I promise,” he whispered, returning his lips to my mouth the moment I nodded in reply.

  When his lips moved to my neck, I pressed myself against him, wanting to be closer, wanting this whole ordeal to be over and done with so we could get back to being us.

  “Fuck, doll, I missed you. I messed up so much, I’m sorry. I really am.”

  Tears pushed at my eyes as I nodded, accepting that as his truth. “I’ve never had a real family before, Kristian. Every moment we were apart, I was petrified I wouldn’t get it back.” My dam burst on the last word, spilling from my eyes.

  “Oh, doll,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

  “Me too,” I cried, hating that I was doing it all over again. But this time, he kissed the tears away.

  “I will never doubt you again, understand me?” he said, his hands on either side of my head. “You will never lose me or my family. Hell, they stuck up for you and called me an arse. We’re all here for you, and we’re not going anywhere.” He slid the ring off his pinky and returned it to my finger. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise you on my life.”

  “Oh, Kristian,” I cried, looking at the ring back where it belonged and feeling so overwhelmed that all I could do was leak tears and snot.

  Leaning down, he kissed the mess that I was. “Call me Kris. It’s the name everyone I love gives me.”

  Sniffing, I stopped my blubbering and locked eyes with him. “Love?”

  He nodded, his thumb brushing lightly next to my temple. “Yeah. I love you, doll.”

  “I love you too,” I said in a rush, a little afraid of the words that needed to burst from my mouth.

  With a chuckle, Kristian brushed his fingers through my hair and down the side of my face, so lovingly. “I’m going to marry you. And once we’re married, there is nothing on this earth that’s ever going to get in the way of us again. Does that work for you?”

  Biting my lip as I smiled, I wrapped my hand around his wrist and nodded. “Where do I sign?”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Let Me Be Your First

  “Hmm,” I hummed and rolled my hips against the warm mouth waking me before it was even light enough to see. “Kris.”

  “Mmm?” he responded, without pausing, his tongue teasing my opening.

  “I was sleeping.” I smiled as I said it. We had spent the last few days making up for lost time, hiding out in the forest, just the two of us getting to know each other on a deeper level while making love repeatedly. This was why people in the old days had so many children—no television to distract them.

  “You were?” He pulled back a little and blew cool air over my clit, making me squirm and reach for him. “I could have sworn you were awake and begging, ‘Please, Kris, make me come with your mouth.’” He pitched his voice to mimic what I assumed was supposed to be me.

  My fingers sliding into his hair, I let out a moan when his mouth returned to me, his tongue sliding around my swollen clit, as he sucked.

  “That is so not what I sound like,” I forced out, half laughing, half moaning as he slid his fingers inside me.

  He lifted his head and met my eyes, smiling, my fingers trailing down to his stubbled cheeks from his movement. “That’s exactly how you sound, doll. ‘Fuck me. Oh yes. Like that.’”

  I gasped and dropped my head back against the pillow as those finger curls did some pretty amazing things to my insides. I couldn’t argue while he was pressing all my favourite buttons.

  “You taste like fucking heaven,” he groaned, working me with his strong fingers before closing his mouth over my clit again.

  “Oh God, yes. Just like that.” My eyes rolled back as he added another finger and slid all three in and out of me, my orgasm hurtling to the surface, so desperate for release even though I’d lost count of how many times I’d screamed his name in this very bed.

  Unable to hold off, I let out a low satisfied moan as my body spasmed then exploded all around his fingers. “Kristiiiiiian.” It was impossible for me to shorten his name in the throes of ecstasy. Something about the lengthening of the syllables as my back arched off the bed really did it for me.

  “Mornin’, doll,” he said with a self-satisfied smile as he continued to pump his fingers inside me, bringing me down gently.

  I stretched my arms above my head and grinned in return. “OK. So maybe I do sound a little like that,” I said, making him laugh before placing his hands either side of me and kissing me tenderly.

  “I like it. Let’s me know I’m doing a good job.”

  “How could you not? You have a magic touch.”

  He quirked a brow. “Do I now?”

  Nodding, I ran my hands up his sides, making him shudder slightly and release a soft rumble.

  “You know, you make some funny noises too.”

  “Nah,” he said, brushing his nose against mine. “I sound completely normal.”

  Placing my palms against his chest, I pushed until he rolled onto his back and brought me with him. “I’ll bet I can make you hiss between your teeth and say, ‘Fuck’.” I lowered my voice to a grunt for the last word, making him laugh.

  “I don’t do that.”

  “You do. And you go, ‘Ohhh’ and ‘Ahhh’.”

  “So, I’m a ghost?”

  Grinning, I ran my fingertips down his chest as I slid my way down his body. “Would you like me to show you?”

  “If you’re about to do what I think you’re doin’ then I’ll make any noise you want. I’ll even squeal like a pig.”

  Wrapping my hand around his already hard shaft, I flicked my tongue over his salty tip, keeping my eyes on his. “Just the hissing and groaning will be sufficient.”

  He nodded. “OK. And, doll, just so we’re clear, I am so fucking hard for you right now. I will pull your hair and come down your throat. I’m not even gonna try to stop myself.”

  I grinned. “Ohhh. Ahhh.”

  He chuckled. “Put my dick in your mouth.”

  With a chuckle of my own, I took his tip inside my mouth, running my tongue around the base of his head. I smiled to myself when he hissed and tensed his washboard abs. Then I drew him in deeper and hummed around his length, my hand fisting his base.

  Sitting up a little, he watched me, leaning his weight onto one elbow. “Take it deeper,” he murmured, his other hand sweeping across the back of my neck, wrapping the length of my hair around his fingers so he had complete control of my head. Had this been any other man, I would have been worried, but it was Kristian, and I trusted him not to go beyond my point of comfort. He was more about my pleasure than he ever was about his. “Deeper, doll.”

  Looking up at him, my mouth full of his cock and my heart filled with love, I relaxed my throat and took him as far as I could. His hips moved as he watched his dick disappear, in and out. His teeth clenched. “Fuck,” he ground out, pushing a little farther than was comfortable. But not so far I couldn’t take it. I loved the view, watching that strong body tense and fight the urge to come before he was ready. He was so in control, his hand guiding my head, his eyes drinking in every detail of the slick movement as I sucked and swallowed.

  “I fucking love your mouth,” he said. His lips parted, his eyes started to get that hazy quality that meant an orgasm wasn’t far off.

  I hummed and kept my eyes locked with his as I lowered my free hand between my thighs, wetting a finger with my juices before I slid it between his legs a
nd pressed a finger against his arse. He flinched slightly, his eyes going wide, but then I pressed past that tight bud and he moaned in surprise just before I pushed against his G-spot and he practically squealed through his sudden release.

  I swallowed quickly as his cock shot hot cum down my throat and he released his hold on me, gripping onto the sheets and losing complete control of himself. He came harder than I think he ever had in his life.

  “Holy fucking hell,” he yelled when I sat back and wiped my mouth, feeling mighty pleased with myself.

  “You liked that?”

  “Um, well, I didn’t think I would, but yeah. Fucking wow.”

  He picked me up and tossed me back on the bed, quickly holding himself over me before his mouth covered mine, kissing me firm then soft. “My God, I want to fuck you so hard right now, but we’re finally out of condoms.”

  I wrapped my legs around him, moving against the roll of his body, creating a delicious friction. “Then pull out before you finish. Or better yet,” I said, twisting beneath him so my back was to his front. “Do it here.” I pressed my arse against his already revived cock.

  He gulped. “Are you serious?”

  I nodded. “It’s only fair, since I just surprised you in yours.”

  “Right now, it’s the best fucking surprise I’ve ever been given in my life.”

  He slid back as I shifted onto my knees. “You haven’t done this before?”

  “Shockingly”—I watched him over my shoulder as he shook his head—“I have not. I never pushed for it because of my size, you know.”

  “Then let me be your first.”

  He placed his big hands on my hips and slid them all over my smooth skin. I moaned and moved against him. “I’m really nervous about this, doll,” he admitted. “I’m worried I’m gonna hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” I gasped, reaching between us and taking his cock in my hand. “First, you’re gonna get nice and wet in here.” I placed him at the entrance to my pussy and pushed back, taking him inside me as we both groaned, moving together and building our arousal, coating him in my slick juices. “And then”—I was struggling to speak. God, I loved having this man in my body—“you slide back here.” I pulled forward, using my hand to guide his tip back, transferring my juices to my arse before I released my breath and pushed against him.

  “Holy fuck, doll,” he rasped as I took him inside, nice and slow. I moaned so hard, my entire body tingled with a whole different kind of pleasure. I used my own hand to rub at my clit, so wet and slick.

  “Oh God, Kris,” I hissed as he moved inside me. “I can’t hold it. I need to come.” I pressed my whole hand against my pussy. The ache and need that accompanied his back-door movement made me desperate for release.

  “Fuck. Me too. This is so tight. I’m dying.”

  Just as I screamed out, my whole body tightening, he withdrew, his dick landing against my lower back, cum spurting over my skin.

  “Holy bloody hell and heaven and every other fucking thing in between. That was…”

  I turned to him and smiled, panting. “The dirtiest sex you’ve ever had?”

  He laughed. “Uh, yeah. And the best.” Grabbing some tissues, he cleaned off my back then scooped me into his arms. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

  “Sounds perfect to me,” I whispered, placing my hand against the side of his face as he bowed his head to kiss me.

  “Then we need to pack up and get out of here.”

  I pouted. “That doesn’t sound so perfect.”

  “I know, but we can’t hide here forever. If I’m going to make you my wife, there’s a whole bunch of stuff we need to do.”

  “The trees can marry us.”

  He chuckled. “I love you, doll,” he whispered, nudging his nose against mine.

  “I love you too. And fine. We can leave so I can marry you.”

  “I knew you’d see it my way.”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  A New Kind of Debt

  “I changed my mind. I don’t wanna go back to the real world,” I whined, pouting and folding my arms across my chest as Kristian placed the last of our things next to the front door.

  “Doll, it’s been a week already. If we don’t go back now, they’ll come and drag us back. In fact, I’m surprised Toby hasn’t been here bashing down the door already.”

  “What is his deal anyway? I think he’s great, but he’s always up in everybody’s business.”

  “He feels responsible for us all. Nate likes to think he’s the next in charge, but if you notice the way Jasmine always looks to Toby before she makes a decision, you’ll know that’s not true.”

  “Yeah. I had noticed that.”

  “Jazz has been grooming him to take over for years. She’s kind of semi-retired as it is. More a figurehead these days than the leader. I reckon once this shit is over with Conway’s crew, she’ll back right off. Take some time to enjoy the fruits of her labour.”

  “How old is she?”

  “Young. She’s fifty-seven. Had Tobes when she was seventeen.”

  “Hmm, like my mum.”

  “Do you ever talk to her?”

  I shook my head. “I burn all of my bridges for a reason, Kris. It’s so I’m never tempted to go back.”

  “So no chance at a reconciliation?”

  “None.”

  He nodded. “OK. Cartwright will be the only name that matters then.”

  “That sounds perfect.”

  “We should get going. We have to sign some paperwork to make that happen.”

  “Then in one calendar month I get to be your wife.” I grinned.

  He took my hand and pulled me towards him. “Exactly as it should be. Now, let’s go.”

  I pouted again. I loved it here.

  “I promise to bring you back here as often as I can. We can spend all our downtime here if you like.”

  Running my hands down the front of the T-shirt, I let out a happy sigh. “You’re making a lot of promises this past week, mister.”

  Leaning down, he pressed his lips to my forehead. “And I intend to keep every single one of them, soon-to-be missus. But we really need to go, we fucked up the Sydney job, and we still have to plan the transport gig, so there’s work to be done.”

  “OK,” I said, pulling the cardigan Holland leant me a little tighter. I kind of hoped she didn’t want it back when we returned, because I’d grown to really love it.

  Kristian watched me do it, thoughtfulness to his expression. “And I also think I need to take you shopping for some new clothes. Personally, I prefer you naked. But I can’t help but notice you have very few things.”

  “I travel pretty light.”

  “I know, but you don’t need to anymore. I’m gonna give you everything you need, OK? It’s my job to take care of you.”

  Closing my eyes against the emotion that hit me at his words, I rested my head against his chest as he wrapped me in his arms. I had always wanted to belong. Turned out, I really needed to belong to somebody too. Kristian Cartwright owned me, and I couldn’t be happier.

  “OK,” I said. “We can go shopping.”

  “Think we can make a stop in the lingerie department? I still owe you for those sexy little lace things I tore.” He wiggled his brows and I laughed before grabbing his hand.

  “You think they’ll notice if I model them for you in the change rooms?”

  He gulped. “That should totally be the first place we go.”

  “I thought everyone was waiting for us.”

  He pulled me to the door. “They can wait a little longer.”

  “What the actual…” Kris’s words trailed off as he slowed the Ute to a stop outside the Cartwright family home. Lined up out front were five Harley Davidsons. When he cut the engine, the thump of music bounced out of the house.

  “They’re having a party?” I asked, unclipping my seatbelt. “With bikers? In the middle of the day?” That seemed like everything I would never expect Jasmine to do
.

  But then, she had been fucking Breaker rather loudly when we left.

  “Or something much worse.” With his brow knitted, Kris leaned forward and opened the glovebox, twisting his hand inside to open another compartment that was hiding a handgun.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, lurching away from the evil thing. “You can’t take that in there.”

  “What if she’s in trouble? What if these guys have moved in and are taking over and we weren’t here to stop it?”

  I looked at him and flattened my lips into a thin line. “Are you seriously jumping to conclusions right now? Didn’t doing exactly that almost break us up?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “But nothing. Breaker would never do something like that. He’s not that kind of person.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Because I do!” Frustration and disappointment reared its ugly head. I didn’t want to go through this again. I closed my eyes and took a calming breath. “Kristian, do you trust me?”

  He nodded. “With my life.”

  “Then trust me on this. Put the gun back where it was. Your mother isn’t in danger. If anything, she’s probably the safest she’s ever been right now.”

  The tension slowly lifted from his chest. “All right. I trust your judgement.” He slid the gun back into its hidey-hole.

  Letting out my breath, I smiled as I took his hand in mine. “Look at us,” I said. “Learning from our mistakes already.”

  He pressed his lips to my knuckles and nodded. “Let’s go see what the hell is going on.”

  I smoothed my hands over my new jeans and pulled my tie-front shirt down a little. It was the most fashionable I’d been in a long time. After signing our Notice of Intended Marriage form, Kris took me shopping and didn’t act bored for a single moment while I tried on shoes and clothes. I’d felt like a princess getting spoilt by her prince. People always said that things were unimportant, but those people had probably never lived a life without. The first time you entered a store and knew you could have whatever you wanted without having to steal it was fucking amazing. The whole back of the Ute was full of my new wardrobe. I would never wear my old cut-offs again.