by Liliana Hart
“Don’t move one fucking muscle,” Cade said, his voice barely carrying across the small distance between them. “Have you lost your mind, Bayleigh? What the hell are you doing out here?”
Bayleigh swallowed nervously. Seeing him this way was disconcerting. He moved like the night itself, his body lithe and graceful like a cat stalking its prey, and his face was hard—his eyes lethal. This was a man who could kill without blinking an eye.
“The last I checked this was my property and I didn’t have to check in with you to relax,” she said, annoyed at the way she’d cowered. “Thanks for blowing that all to hell, by the way.”
“I thought you were in trouble,” he said between gritted teeth. “All the lights are off in your house and you have absolutely zero protection out here if someone wanted to hurt you.”
Bayleigh felt the heat rush to her cheeks and she damned her tongue even as she opened her mouth. “The lights are out in my house because I wanted you to get a clue. I didn’t feel like dealing with you again today. And I knew you were in my yard the moment you stepped onto my property.”
“Yeah?” he asked. He turned so the moonlight glinted off the whites of his narrowed eyes. He didn’t look happy. “If I’d been the enemy, you knowing I was here wouldn’t have done you a lot of good. You would have been too late to take cover. Meaning you’d be dead.”
“This isn’t Baghdad, Cade. What enemies? I have no enemies? You, on the other hand, probably have more than you know what to do with. Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a little bit?”
She heard the slide of metal against leather as he holstered his weapon and breathed a sigh of relief. Her dad and brothers had made sure she knew how to shoot a gun, but she’d never been comfortable with them. And she found she especially didn’t like having one pointed at her.
“No, I’m not overreacting,” he said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Come on. We need to talk.” He held out the towel to her, but she was already shaking her head no.
“I meant what I said this morning, Cade.” She ignored his outstretched hand and relaxed back down in the water, closing her eyes as if that would suddenly make him disappear. “You’re sexy as hell and we obviously have some chemistry, but I’m not cut out for this. I know what I want and need in a man, and you’re not it. I can’t do meaningless fucks. I’m just not built that way. So just give me some space and go home.”
Bayleigh didn’t even feel him coming until it was too late. She squeaked as he pulled her out of the water and wrapped the towel around her with perfunctory movements. Her arms were trapped in the towel, so she couldn’t fight as he tossed her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and walked across her backyard to his house.
“Not one sound, Bayleigh, or I’m going to spank your ass so red you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
She froze against him, her pussy clenching at the thought of his hand against her bare bottom. Jesus, this man was dangerous to every shred of sanity left in her head. The thought of being spanked had always been a turnoff. Or so she’d thought. But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, she was gushing like a waterfall in anticipation.
He unlocked his back door and pushed it open, the cool air escaping and bringing chills to her skin. Bayleigh bit her lip as he pulled his weapon from the holster and nudged the door open a little further with his foot. Once they were inside and the door was closed he set her on her feet and took her chin between his finger and thumb.
“Stay right here until I get back,” he said, and the look in his eyes told her if she disobeyed she wasn’t going to like the consequences. She nodded and took a step back as he made his way through the house, checking the alarm system and inside all the closets.
She hadn’t seen this part of his house when she’d been inside earlier that morning, not that she’d really been paying attention to any part of the house with his tongue down her throat and his fingers shoved inside her. But now that she had the opportunity to look around, she found the inside of Cade’s home an interesting study of the man himself. It was cozy—masculine.
A few boxes were still stacked against the wall, but all of the furniture was arranged—a worn brown leather couch that look comfortable for napping and a hooked rug in neutral colors sat in the middle of the floor. The tables were old and heavy, and a couple of overstuffed chairs flanked the fireplace. It was a comfortable room, and made Cade seem a hell of a lot more human than when she’d first laid eyes on him.
By the time he finally came back from checking the house, she was shivering in earnest and worry began to penetrate the fog of lust that seemed to surround her whenever he was near. He was acting awfully strange.
“What’s going on, Cade?”
He unhooked his shoulder holster and put it in the top drawer of the buffet he had in his dining room, and her mouth went dry as he stripped his t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the couch, not bothering to answer her question. He came toward her with purpose, and her hand clenched the towel she’d tightened around her breasts.
“We’re going to finish what we started this morning,” he said. “I’m going to sink inside that sweet pussy until I can think again, because I swear I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since you threw those keys at my head. And after we’ve fucked ourselves into near exhaustion, we’re going to have a conversation about what’s going on.”
Bayleigh put a hand against his chest to ward him off, but it was difficult keeping her attention on the task with the feel of his muscles taut beneath her fingertips. He was hot to the touch, the hair on his chest just an added texture of sensation.
“I’m not stupid, Cade, and you’re not going to distract me by taking me to bed. I’ve already told you I changed my mind, though I’d be happy to play Monopoly if you’re just lonely.”
She almost smiled at the way his eyes narrowed. The man didn’t like to be told no, and she enjoyed the way his temper frayed around the edges and the veins in his neck pulsed whenever she stood up to him.
“Tell me what’s going on,” she said. “Are you in trouble? Is it the case you’re working? My brother said—” Bayleigh clamped her mouth shut, but it was too late. The damage had been done.
“Your brother said what?” he asked.
His eyes darkened and she tried not to flinch as he reached for her. She wasn’t expecting the gentle caress of his fingers against the back of her hand, and she felt guilty for thinking the worst. Violence lived inside Cade, no doubt, but she knew to her soul that he was a good man. She’d seen it when he’d mentioned his family—the love and affection that gleamed in his eyes. And her own brother respected Cade, she’d been able to tell by the way he talked about him.
She let out a long, slow breath as he took her wrist and brought her hand to his chest, all the while moving closer until she was trapped between his hard body and the back of his couch.
“Have you been checking up on me, Bayleigh?”
“No, not on purpose. But that doesn’t mean my brothers won’t stop from offering their opinions whether I want them or not. Brady still hasn’t learned to mind his own business. Brant’s only marginally better.”
“And I guess you’re not very good at taking their advice, otherwise you wouldn’t have been in my garage this morning coming around my fingers.”
“Stop trying to distract me from my question, dammit.” She pushed against him but he didn’t budge, and the erection growing against her stomach was beginning to become a distraction. “Brady also said you were working a case with the DEA. Is that why you were sneaking through my backyard like a thief?”
“I like a woman who’s determined to get what she wants,” his smile was sharp and she saw a flash of straight white teeth just before he nipped at her bottom lip. “It just makes it that much more satisfying when I have her begging beneath me.”
“I’m not going to give up,” she warned.
“God, I hope not.”
He loosened the tow
el she was clutching to her chest, and her breath caught as his fingers traced of the swell of her breasts. Her breasts were so sensitive, every stroke vibrating through her pussy as if he were already touching her there.
Bayleigh’s thoughts scattered as he took her mouth in a hot kiss, his tongue sliding inside and warring with her own. She couldn’t push him away. Not again. At least not until she’d had him inside her. It seemed as if she’d been waiting for ages, and she couldn’t deny herself any longer.
He tugged at the string of her bikini top and she felt the cups loosen—the only thing holding the damp fabric in place was his chest pressed against hers. His hands glided down her back and cupped her ass, pulling her against his erection, and she hooked one leg around his waist to try and maximize the pleasure.
“There’s no stopping this time, Bayleigh. I’m going to take you every way I can. I’ll invade your body and mind to the point that everything you do will make you think of me—will make you want me more.”
His mouth found hers again, almost frantically, and he circled her into the bedroom, her senses so clouded with lust she went dizzy with the sensation. His thumbs hooked in her bathing suit bottoms and he pulled them down so they fell around her ankles. She cried out when she felt his fingers skim down her back and into the drenched folds between her legs. He sank two fingers into the soaking depths of her pussy and pulled them back out, repeating the motion over and over again until her knees gave out and his arm tightened around her waist to keep her from collapsing.
Her back arched and his head came down, his mouth clamping around her nipple and his teeth scraping against the sensitive bud. His fingers gathered the moisture from her vagina and trailed to the tiny puckered hole of her anus, circling the forbidden entrance.
“Cade,” she panted, shaking her head as his finger pressed into the tight passage.
“You’re hungry for me here,” he whispered, gathering more moisture from her pussy and bringing it back to her rear passage, this time pushing two fingers inside her. “You’re squeezing my fingers as if you don’t want to let me go. You’ll do the same to my cock, tightening around it as I fuck you with long, slow strokes.”
“No, Cade. I can’t,” she whimpered. “It’s too much.”
He repeated the motions, gathering moisture and lubricating her back hole, over and over again until she was pushing against him, eager for his penetration. And when his mouth surrounded her nipple once more and began to suck it in time to the rhythm of his fingers, she was lost.
She came undone. Her ass clenched around his fingers and her pussy released the juices of her desire. Silent screams echoed in her mind as she shattered into a million pieces and darkness covered her like a blanket. Time and space ceased to exist.
Bayleigh sighed as cool sheets touched her back and Cade’s lips whispered across her skin like butterfly kisses. She was floating in weightless bliss. But it wasn’t until she felt the cool metal of cuffs latch around her wrists that her eyes popped open. A lone candle flickered from the nightstand, but it was enough light for her to see her surroundings.
She didn’t remember him taking the time to light a candle. Jesus, how long had she been out?
The huge bed she laid on dominated the center of the room—massive columns spearing up from the four corners—and the cuffs were attached to a long piece of black rope so her arms were raised straight above her head.
“What the hell, Cade?” She rattled the cuffs, pulled at the rope, but there was no give as she tugged.
“I told you I was going to tie you to my bed.”
He stood by the side of the bed and undid the button of his jeans. His arousal was thick and hard behind the denim, and her breath caught at the memory of how he’d looked the last time she’d seen him—impossibly huge. But greed warred with the worry.
“Remember that first day, Bayleigh? As soon as I mentioned my handcuffs your nipples tightened and the pulse in your neck fluttered.”
He pushed his jeans past his hips and stepped out of them, letting her look her fill. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. The man should never wear clothes. His chest and abs rippled with muscles, and the little indentions just above each side of his pelvic bone had her licking her lips with the need to bite him just there. He had another tattoo she hadn’t noticed low on his stomach, a smaller design similar to the one that wrapped around his shoulder and down his arm.
She’d noticed the scar on his right hand and the jagged white marks on his chest, but the puckered tissue along his thigh brought tears to her eyes. How had he survived the wounds that marred his body? They didn’t repulse her at all—only added to his overall appeal—but they did make her wonder who he really was. The life he’d led.
“I wish you could see the look in your eyes,” he said, crawling on the bed beside her.
She struggled against the bonds again, wanting nothing more than to be able to touch him. “I don’t like this, Cade. I want to be able to touch you. I won’t be controlled by any man.”
“You’ll get your chance, sweetheart. In fact, I’m going to make sure that you get to touch me. I’ve dreamed of that sexy mouth of yours taking my cock, swallowing me whole.”
Bayleigh licked her lips nervously as he came closer, pushing pillows beneath her head so she was propped at a good angle. He ran his fingers through her hair and straddled her, so his cock was lined up with her lips.
“Take me, Bayleigh. Let me fuck your mouth.”
The drop of pre-cum that glistened at the end of his cock was too much temptation, and her tongue flicked out, tasting the salty essence that burst against her tongue.
“Fuck,” he growled, his head dropping back on his shoulders.
Her mouth opened around him and her tongue circled the head lightly, spending extra time on the underside where he seemed to be most sensitive. She let him guide her, the pressure on her scalp stinging as he pushed further into her mouth. Her eyes watered as she adjusted to his size and panic clawed at her as he seemed to grow larger and larger.
“Relax your throat, baby. Breathe through your nose. That’s it,” he crooned in encouragement as she did what he asked. “Every time I hit the back of your throat I want you to swallow.”
Bayleigh looked up at him beneath lowered lids, taking in the light sheen of sweat that coated his body and the way his muscles trembled. His cheeks were hollowed and his breathing harsh as he began to pull back. And it was then she realized just how much power she had—restrained or not.
She swirled her tongue again around his cockhead once he’d pulled almost all the way out and then she swallowed him down when he hit the back of her throat once more. His fingers tightened on her scalp and she moaned around him as she felt her own pleasure escalate. She tightened her lips around him as he thrust back inside her mouth, holding him prisoner as her tongue worked magic around his cock.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Bayleigh moaned and swallowed, her eyes watering as she felt him swell even more in her mouth. And when the sweet jets of come coated her throat all she could do was drink him down and wish for more.
He relaxed his grip on her head and pulled his still hard cock from her mouth slowly, his eyes dazed with pleasure, and she licked her lips, tasting him one last time.
***
Cade looked down at the siren in front of him and knew he was in trouble. He knew she didn’t have a lot of great experiences with sex, or really all that much experience to begin with. At least, not on the same level he was used to. But she’d just swallowed him down like she’d been born to suck his dick, and damned if he wasn’t looking forward to her doing it again.
But there was no way in hell he could go any longer without being inside of her. The last two weeks had been torture. He moved the pillows from beneath her head and moved them under her hips, enjoying the way the silk of her hair spread across his dark sheets. Her breasts were ripe and full before him, her arms still retrained, and that bare pussy was so wet he could see
the cream coating her folds.
“Please, Cade,” she begged. “I can’t wait any longer.”
He reached to the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom, tossing it on the bed beside her before spreading her thighs wider. The pillows made it easier to see her fully—the pink folds of her pussy and her engorged clit peaking through the petals. His finger traced along the edges and her body arched, her head thrashing from side to side.
He couldn’t resist the temptation, and his tongue speared inside of her, tasting and lapping at the liquid passion that coated his tongue. She cried out and her hips jerked against him, the restraints around her wrists taut as her body bowed and shuddered. His finger pushed into her ass even as his tongue alternated between circling her clit and sliding inside of her. The sensation was too much, and her nectar filled his mouth. His cock grew even harder as she screamed her pleasure.
He rose up between her thighs, his cock jutting fiercely as he grabbed the condom and tore into the wrapping. He slid it on quickly and lifted her legs so her ankles rested on his shoulder.
“Christ, I can already feel the need to come again,” he said, his voice so harsh he barely recognized it.
His eyes met hers as the thick head of his cock parted her folds. Her face was flushed and damp with desire and her breathing was irregular, panicked as she felt the size of him breach her tunnel.
“Relax, baby.”
“I can’t,” she cried, her head shaking in denial even as he pushed inside her a little more. “It’s too much.”
“You’ll take me, Bayleigh. Don’t fight it.” His thumb went to her clit and pressed down on the taut bud, and the ripples inside her pussy almost had him coming too soon. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
