“What the fuck?” she demanded.
The guy was some kind of X-rated Houdini.
The next thing Vicky knew, she was standing there in her underwear.
She crossed her arms over her breasts and squeezed her thighs together. “I’m sure you think you’re very clever but it takes more than parlor tricks to get in my panties, mister.”
Vicky received a pinch to the ass for that little outburst.
Fuming, she stamped her foot.
This was not going her way at all.
Funny how she had never thought of it like this, her needing to exhibit herself in order to keep control over the reaction of others.
Whoever was with her now must be pretty damn secure, as well as rude and boorish.
“The joke’s on you,” she said, keeping up the pressure. “Because I’m not even hot.”
Speaking of which, he was leaning into her. She could feel the impossibly large, hard muscles of his chest against her back and with it the nibbling of his teeth on her poor, defenseless earlobe.
Oh shit, he was blowing in her ear, very faintly, just enough to drain her defenses. Her arms dropped to her sides. Two large hands promptly replaced them, molding her breasts, inspecting them.
Fingers tweaked her hard nipples.
Exhibit A. Dead giveaway.
“It’s cold in here, that’s all.”
The hands slid down her belly, palms searing her skin, curling her toes. “No,” she whimpered. “Don’t.”
Another inspection, another bit of evidence that was even more damning.
Aroused and infuriated, Vicky squirmed as he touched her, making her drip against his fingertips.
“I’m imagining someone else…not you,” she said.
“But you don’t know who I am.”
Vicky stiffened. “Shane?”
It couldn’t be.
It did smell like him, and the man’s body was wickedly hard and developed like Shane’s. He knew how to play her too, but there was no way Shane knew anything about the Society.
Deft fingers undid the clasp of her bra then a single hot kiss to each bare shoulder as he slid the straps forward. Whirling her about, he pulled the cups from her swollen breasts, intent on having her. Her head spun. She felt like a rag doll, a toy in his hands.
Cool air wafted over her nipples. She needed to see him, damn it. The sensations were too intense, knowing he could kiss her, caress her any way he wanted.
“This has gone far enough,” she said.
His head bent to capture her breast, suckling it.
Her forehead fell against his shoulder. “Oh god.”
He gave the other breast the same treatment.
“We…really…have to talk,” she breathed as he pulled down her panties.
They fell at her ankles. She stepped out of them, lacking a better plan.
“This is as far as it goes,” she announced now, as if she had any credibility left at this point.
Abruptly he took control of her arms, pinning her wrists together behind her back, holding them. He did so with only one hand, leaving the second free to wreak havoc.
Vicky moaned as he explored, taking liberties, grazing his fingertips over her quivering breasts, her belly, the line of her lips.
“Okay, okay, I’m turned-on,” she cried. “I admit it. Now lay off, will you?”
Actually, he was just getting started. The ground gave way beneath her. He picked her up, sweeping her off her feet.
Oh hell, now what?
As if she couldn’t take a wild guess what was going to happen.
“This is supposed to be group participation,” she pouted. “And you’re being pretty pushy.”
The man laid her down on the bed. “Damn straight and I intend to keep it that way.”
Okay, this was getting too weird.
“Shane?” She called his name again.
“What if it is?”
“I’ll scratch your eyes out, that’s what, you meddlesome…ingrate.”
“Thanks for the heads-up.”
Her hands were pinned overhead. A very large body pressed down on top of her.
“Fucking masks,” he muttered. “Get in the way of everything.”
She felt the mask being tugged loose. “No! You can’t remove the masks. Society rules. We’ll be asked to leave if anyone sees us without them.”
“No one is watching yet. And, I don’t care. Close your eyes and let them adjust to the light.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Vicky blinked when the mask slid away. It was Shane all right, looking handsome as the devil and twice as devious. “And get off me. You have no right to be here.”
“Me? What about you? What do you call this behavior of yours?”
“I call it being a grown woman who can do what she fucking wants.”
“Sex with strangers?” He snorted. “That’s just stupid, Vicky.”
“These aren’t strangers,” she fumed. “I know them, they are my friends. They have been there for me. We have a history which is more than I can say for you. Now for the last time, get the hell off me.”
Shane sighed, releasing her. He rolled onto his back. “I don’t get, I just don’t get it.”
Vicky scrambled to wrap herself in the golden bedspread. “I was clear as a bell on the phone. I want you out of my life.”
“Well I would be,” he grumbled. “Except for your friends, who seem bound and determined to get the two of us hooked up.”
It was Vicky’s turn to sigh. “Don’t tell me, Kat sent you here.”
“Yep, and the Colonel took it from there.”
She shook her head. “You were wrong on that score. I have no friends in this world, not a one.”
“Now you’re just being melodramatic.”
“If I want your opinion, Shane, I’ll ask.”
They both lay there for a while in silence, glaring at the ceiling.
Gradually his hand reached over for hers. She stiffened for a second but didn’t resist as he clasped her fingers. “I didn’t mean to piss you off, baby.”
Vicky was not going to cry. She was so over this emotional stuff. “Honestly,” she choked. “I hate being a woman. I wish I was a guy sometimes.”
Shane chuckled. “I don’t.”
“Of course you don’t, you get to take full advantage of my plumbing, while I have to deal with all those hormone spills in aisle three.”
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.
“What’s that?” she quipped. “Another one of your famous brush-offs?”
“You think I like saying goodbye to you, woman?”
“I think you like fucking me, Shane. Beyond that, it’s clear as mud.”
“And you don’t like fucking me?”
“Oh, I like it all right, a little too well.”
“I just wanted to make you happy.”
She turned to her side, propping her head on her elbow. “But why, why do you care if I’m happy?”
“Damn it, counselor, why do you have to be so cynical? What we have is win-win.”
“I don’t feel like a winner right now, do you?”
“I don’t know what the hell I feel.”
“So talk it out.”
“That’s not what I do.”
“Why not?”
He snatched his hand away and sat up on the edge of the bed. “I have my reasons.”
“Now who’s cynical?”
“I just have a right to privacy. I give you the same.”
“When is that?” she challenged. “While you’re undressing me in restrooms?”
“You know what I mean.”
“It’s not what you mean, it’s how you act, like you get to hide and I’m the one exposed all the time.”
“It’s your fantasy.”
She knelt behind him, her hand on his shoulder. She was taking an awful chance and she knew it. “Yes it is and here’s my reality. I loved someone very much and then he was gone, taken from me
. Being the lawyer I am I can’t prove beyond a reasonable doubt it won’t happen again so I make sure not to fall in love. I go out of my way to avoid it, in fact.”
He turned his head. He was definitely listening.
“And then you show up and everything’s a mess. I start feeling again when I should be playing it cool. The weird thing is, I can’t stop arguing with you but I can’t seem to get enough either. I actually miss you when you aren’t there and I barely know you. How is that even possible? I’ve had deeper relationships with cab drivers after half a mile across the city.”
“Wow, you really do say the sweetest things,” he said dryly. “I love you too, baby.”
“Knock it off.” She slapped his back playfully, trying to keep from laughing. “I am trying to be serious.”
It hadn’t passed her notice what he’d just said.
I love you too, baby.
Was he just mocking her?
Well, of course he was. They didn’t even really like each other, did they? How could there be any love.
“I’m serious too, Victoria. You know how goddamn frustrating it is being in this bed with you, smelling your sweet perfume, your nude body draped all over me?”
“I am not draped all over you,” she insisted, scooting back on her knees just to be sure.
“Just tell me what I am supposed to say, what I have to do to make love to you. You want to see a grown man beg, because it’s getting to that point.”
Vicky’s pulse raced. The intensity in his eyes was unlike anything she had ever seen. “You really want me…that much?”
His gaze narrowed. “That’s an expression, counselor. Don’t expect me to do tricks for you. But, yeah, I’m in deep and I’m not sure what would happen if someone tried to separate us at this moment. To set the record straight, I don’t have other women on my mind and this isn’t just a game for me. I’ve never been here before. Frankly it’s a little unnerving.”
She laughed.
“What is so funny, counselor?”
“Your compliments are as bad as mine. I would rather talk to a cab driver and you find me unnerving.”
“I also find you maddening. You piss me off and drive me crazy. And if I’m not inside you, driving this cock in the next thirty seconds, I am liable to lose my mind.”
She arched a brow. “Now that is a compliment, at least in my book.”
Shane had had enough talking. He turned and took Victoria’s face in his hands, showering her with kisses.
“Mmm,” she sighed. “Planning on kissing me anyplace else?”
He laughed, issuing a low rumble that heated her belly with anticipation. “There isn’t a place on your body that I am not going to kiss.”
“I’ll hold you to that, soldier boy.”
“I am sure you will, counselor.”
With that they disappeared into one another, the whole world dissolving as they explored, touching and tasting, fingertips trailing over muscles and curves, gauging reactions, eliciting sighs, ever building toward that fire that consumed them.
At last he settled himself on top of her, claiming Vicky’s aching, open sex, his cock sliding into her, a perfect fit, as though they had been doing this for a million years.
He took it slow, his thrusts working her higher. They floated, clinging to each other. She kissed his shoulders, caressed his back with her fingers and clenched him tightly between her thighs.
His cock responded, pulsing, thickening, the veins filled to capacity. Shane nibbled at her lower lip, savoring the sheer warmth, the openness of her beauty. It was the best sex she had ever experienced and she was determined to show it.
More than that, though, it was an invitation to stay around afterward, to see where things might go. Sure, they always had the passion, the crazy games, but what if there were a relationship in it too?
Not like Kat and Chase, they had their own thing going, something different, but something just as serious, nonetheless.
Oh god, she wanted it. She wanted him.
“Penny for your thoughts?” he whispered.
“It will be at least a dollar with inflation.”
He kissed the tip of her nose and pressed his cock just a little deeper. “Don’t make me use torture because I will get it out of you.”
“I am quite sure you could. If you must know, I was wondering what makes things work so well for Kat and Chase.”
“I don’t know,” he said thoughtfully. “You think there is a perfect match for each person in the world?”
“Good lord,” she teased. “I can’t imagine what yours would be like.”
He smiled. “I can.”
Shane didn’t give her time to ask for an explanation. He pushed into her again, turning her mind, her belly, her soul, twisting everything around, churning it down to the basics.
“Oh baby,” she gasped as he moved inside her. “I don’t know how you do what you do to me but don’t stop.”
“Stroking my ego will get you everywhere,” he said.
The next thrust was the decisive one, the slight change in angle, the intensity in his eyes, the fierce tension in his muscles, from his biceps to his abdomen.
Vicky spilled over like a dam giving way. Never had she felt so exposed, so completely naked and it wasn’t the act of exhibitionism that got her there.
It was Shane. This one man was doing it to her. Only this man.
The orgasm was so beautiful, unspeakable. Time stopped as it washed over her. Vicky wanted to weep.
“Hey baby, why the tears?” he said softly, kissing her salty cheeks.
“I don’t know,” she said, smiling foolishly through the torrent. “Just…just don’t leave me, okay? I couldn’t…handle it.”
Shane’s expression became serious. “I don’t abandon a mission.”
“Yes, but I am not some kind of covert operation,” she pointed out gently.
“It’s a poor analogy. Sorry, I’m not good at this touchy-feely stuff.”
“I would say you’re more than good enough for me.” She squeezed her pussy muscles. He was still hard. “You haven’t come yet.”
“I was waiting for you.”
“Well you can stop waiting.”
He frowned. “Vicky?”
“Yeah?”
“When you said you didn’t want me to leave you, what is it exactly you would miss?”
“Your cock,” she teased. “That is the only thing I have any use for.”
Shane went for her nipple. Taking it between his teeth, sending sparks through her entire body. “Is that all?”
“Okay, there is your mouth.”
“And my hands?”
She tried to hold back a moan as he trailed his fingertips over her ribs and down her hips. “Yes, they’re okay too. If you must know, you make me laugh, you make me mad and you make me feel…alive.”
“I can buy that. Same goes for me.”
With that he grabbed hold of her ankles and spread her legs, raising them above her head. He rested them over his shoulders. It was a good move, a position designed for maximum penetration.
Shane wasted no time. He was past niceties, a man on a mission. She watched, transfixed as he maneuvered his body, so confident and sure as he took his pleasure. It was the sexiest look she had ever seen on a man’s face.
As he approached orgasm he leaned back, gritted his teeth. Vicky was right there on the edge with him, begging him to let it all out, to use her as his vessel, a mutual sacrifice to a lust that just kept growing and growing.
His cock felt as if it was going to explode, his cum shooting deep and hot. She welcomed him home, quaking around him, her hands palm up in surrender.
He had taken her and she was taking him too.
And to think it was only the beginning. It would certainly be an interesting journey, wherever they ended up.
About the Author
Reese Gabriel is a born romantic with a taste for the edgier side of love. Having traveled the world and sampled ma
ny of the finer things, Reese now enjoys the greater simplicities—barefoot walks by the ocean, kisses under moonlight and whispers of passion in the darkness with that one special person.
Preferring to remain behind the scenes, cherished by a precious few, Reese hopes to awaken in the lives of many the possibilities of true love through stories of far off places and enchanted lives.
For the sake of love and hope and imagination, these stories are told. May they be enjoyed as much in the reading as in the writing.
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