by Liliana Hart
“Very, very nice,” she purred, shifting against the bars.
He was built just how she liked a man—his shoulders broad and the muscles in his chest and abs well defined, but he’d packed on a lot of extra muscle in the year since she’d seen him, and her mouth watered in anticipation.
He unhooked his utility belt that held his gun and cuffs and laid it next to the shirt. Being restrained was exciting, but she wanted to touch, to run her hands over the muscles and taste and nip at every inch of flesh. Her panties were soaked and even the touch of her clothes against her sensitive skin was too much.
There was no way to hide the straining arousal behind the denim of his jeans. She remembered the feel of him—the thick rigid flesh she couldn’t quite wrap her fingers around—the way it flexed beneath her touch. Not being able to have him inside of her, to finish what they’d started so long ago, had been one of her biggest regrets. He hadn’t been the only one to have dreams the past year.
Lane unlaced his boots and set them neatly beside the desk, and then he stuffed his socks inside them. His fingers went to the button of his jeans. He flicked the button through the hole, unzipping them just enough to give himself relief from the constriction. The blue briefs he wore couldn’t hold him, and she saw the head of his cock peeking above the elastic of his underwear. Lord have mercy, she was about to self-combust just looking at him.
“Don’t stop now,” she said when he seemed to change his mind about removing his pants.
“I think I’ll leave them on, just to be safe.” His grin was wicked as he teased her about their last time together. “I think I should even the score a bit first.”
She rattled the handcuffs again. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
He clicked his tongue and moved in closer, his hand glancing across the turgid bud of her nipple. Naya sucked in a breath as his fingers skimmed down her ribs and stomach until they reached the exposed strip of flesh between her shirt and her jeans. His fingers were calloused and rough in comparison to the smoothness of her skin.
He tugged lightly at the hoop in her belly button. “You have no idea what the sight of this little piece of metal does to me.”
“Oh, I have an idea,” she said wickedly. “But why don’t you show me?”
He lifted the shirt—slowly—slowly—until it was raised over the black lace that barely covered her breasts. Her pulse pounded and blood rushed in her ears as he looked at her with such longing that she was afraid she might come without ever feeling his touch.
“Lane—” she panted.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered reverently.
And then his mouth closed over the lace covered nipple and she swore she saw stars shooting behind her eyelids. His mouth was hot, damp, teasing, so every pull and tug echoed in her pussy. She moaned and arched against him, and finally—finally—he put his hands on her, grasping her ass and squeezing before picking her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. But he never took his mouth from her breasts, switching from one to the other to give equal attention and driving her wild.
His hips anchored her to the bars and she barely noticed as they pressed unevenly against her back. She looked down in his eyes and saw the wickedness there. Lane wasn’t flashy like Cooper MacKenzie. He stayed in the background, an observer, methodical in his thinking. And many would underestimate his strength and power because of those qualities. But the bad boy lurked behind those eyes and the mystery of it drove her crazy with lust.
She recognized the dominance in him—the Alpha he kept rigidly under control. And she knew she was in for the wildest ride of her life. If only he’d move a little fucking faster. Lane liked going at his own pace, but damned if she couldn’t try to speed things up along the way.
“Dammit, Lane. More—”
She felt his laughter against her flesh and almost whimpered as his hand came up and undid the front clasp of her bra.
“I could spend hours right here, making you come just by sucking on your nipples.”
Naya groaned at the threat. “For Christ sake. I’ll be dead in a few hours if you don’t hurry up and get inside me.”
His teeth nipped once at the underside of her breast and his hands moved down to work at the button of her jeans. Desperation clawed at her and she shifted her hips to help him get the tight denim over her thighs. He peeled the black lace panties that matched her bra down with them and tossed them both to the floor.
“Oh, fuck!” he growled as he saw her for the first time. Her pussy was bare—smooth as silk—and her arousal creamed along the plump folds of flesh.
Naya was tired of waiting. She needed to come. Now.
His cock had never been so hard, so large and swollen. And the sight of Naya’s pussy and the evidence of her desire made his balls draw up tight and his cum ready to explode. He worked the zipper the rest of the way carefully and pushed his briefs down so his cock sprang free. His hand went to the base and he squeezed tightly to hold himself off.
His breath labored in his lungs and his skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The storm raged outside and the lights flickered with the intensity of the winds blowing against the power lines. He wouldn’t have cared if they were in the middle of a hurricane. Nothing was going to stop him from this pleasure.
He only needed a second to get himself under control. But a second was all it took for Naya to take things into her own hands. She was every bit his match, in and out of bed. He watched in aroused awe as the muscles in her arms flexed, and then she slowly pulled the weight of her body up the side of the bars.
It took an incredible amount of strength and control. His cock jerked in his hand, and he squeezed tighter. She raised herself until the bare folds of her pussy were even with his face, close enough so he could breathe in the delicious scent of her. And then she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck, so her pussy was completely open to him, waiting for him. It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life.
“Move faster,” she panted.
With the opportunity right in front of him, he had no choice but to do as she asked. He cupped her ass to help take some of the weight off her arms. And then he devoured her like a starving man at a banquet table.
The taste of her hit his tongue like ambrosia, and they both groaned in unison as just the touch of his lips against her bare pussy had her coming in a liquid rush that he lapped up greedily.
She stared at him in complete shock. No one had ever made her come like that—not with just the first touch—as if he’d known exactly where to lick and taste so she’d melt into a puddle against him. He met her gaze steadily, the green of his eyes fevered in their intensity.
“Lane.”
This time his name wasn’t a demand on her lips. It was a plea. And she realized for the first time since they started their game of seduction the year before that she was in over her head. Because you didn’t just get a man like Lane Greyson out of your system. A man like Lane would imprint himself on your body, mind, and soul. And there’d be no getting rid of him.
He noticed the panic in her eyes and the way she stiffened against him, but it was too late for both of them. She tried to unhook her legs from over his shoulders, but he kept her anchored. And then he licked her again, slower this time, never taking his gaze from hers. He licked and suckled and tasted until her head fell back against the bars and her hips began to move against his face.
“It’s too much. God, Lane. I can’t—”
He heard the desperation in the quaver of her voice. “You’re mine, Naya. There’s no running this time.” He nipped at one of the swollen folds of her pussy, a teasing sting that had shivers racing up her spine.
Her breath caught when he soothed the sting of the bite with the flat of his tongue. And then he was licking inside of her over and over again, occasionally bringing his tongue up to curl around the sensitive bud of her clit.
“You’re going to pay for this,” she gritted out.
He nipped at her again. “I’ve already paid in full. A year ago. With a hard-on and a case of blue balls I haven’t been able to ease. It’s your turn to suffer, baby.”
And then he thrust two fingers inside of her, filling her as his mouth went back to her clit. Naya arched against him and screamed, her fists squeezing the iron bars so hard she was surprised they didn’t melt from the heat of her grasp.
He let her scream. The storm raging outside matched the one happening behind closed doors. She exploded around him, her pussy clamping around his fingers in an iron fist as cream covered his hand and the inside of her thighs.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” His voice was hoarse with his own desire and the need to bury inside of her.
Lane unwrapped her legs from around his neck, sure he’d have bruises there the next day, and brought them down so she was standing on her own two feet, though her legs quivered so badly he was afraid she wouldn’t be able to support herself. Her head hung down, her hair covering her face, and her breathing was shallow and fast.
“It’s my turn,” he said, ripping at the thin tank top she wore so it fell to the ground in tatters. He wanted to see all of her, possess every inch of that sweet body. The lacy bra followed the tank top and then he cupped her full breasts in his hands, his thumbs rubbing across the nipples as she shuddered again beneath his touch.
The power she gave him went straight to his head. He pulled her arms down some, adjusting the cuffs, and then he turned her body so she faced the bars.
“Jesus, Naya.” His finger trailed down her spine and she arched against him. “So fucking hot.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Lane. I can’t wa—”
He clasped his hands over hers around the bars and pushed into her from behind until he was balls deep. The muscles of her pussy quivered around him and he gritted his teeth to keep from exploding deep inside her. Her sharp cry was a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he paused to let her tight sheath adjust to the invasion.
She whimpered and arched, lifting herself more fully to him and widening her stance to make the adjustment easier. Sweat dripped from his brow and onto her back, and he looked down to see his cock buried between the round globes of her ass.
“Fucking beautiful,” he breathed out, his head dropping back on his shoulders.
“Take me,” she begged. “God, Lane. Take all of me.”
So he did. His thrusts were short and hard, powerful enough that each one brought her up on her toes as she held the bars for dear life. The head of his cock rubbed against the sensitive spot deep inside of her over and over again, a fleeting feeling of pleasure and pain that grew in intensity as he kept up the frantic pace.
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and groans of pleasure were drowned out by booms of thunder, each one almost right on top of the other. Sweat slicked their bodies and their breaths labored.
And then his hands moved from the bars to cup her breasts before rolling her nipples between finger and thumb. He left one hand on her breast and brought the other down farther, until his fingers slid through the cream to find her clit.
“Oh, God—Lane!”
The touch was all she needed for another orgasm to rocket through her body. She threw her head back and pushed against him so the head of his cock hit the deepest part of her to intensify the orgasm.
This time her scream was silent, as if she didn’t physically have any more to give. But he wrenched it all from her anyway. He kept the thrusts going, gritting his teeth to hold himself back, so every drop of pleasure was wrung from her body before he took his own.
His balls drew up tight and he felt the tingling at the base of his spine. And then he froze, holding himself completely still as realization struck.
“Fuck,” he wheezed. “Condom.” His body dropped forward and his head rested on her shoulder as he tried to get himself under control. He bit her shoulder gently and her pussy contracted around his cock, making him groan with the torture.
He started to pull out of her, but she followed his movements so he stayed lodged inside of her.
“I’m on the pill. I’m safe.” Her voice was as strained as his own. “Please don’t stop.”
He’d never taken a woman without that thin barrier of protection between them, even when she said she was on the pill. The risks were always too great. But the thought of risking it all with Naya had emotion bubbling inside of him that he couldn’t explain.
“I’ve always used a condom,” he said. Her muscles flexed around him again and he pushed a little deeper, teasing them both. “Always. But you make me forget.”
“Finish it, Lane. Once and for all.”
He didn’t need a second urging. He plunged inside of her like a man possessed and he jerked against her as his orgasm hit with the force of a semi. Her muscles clamped around him tighter, sucking him deeper, as spurt after spurt of semen hit her inner walls. He stifled his groan against her neck as the spasms wracked his body violently.
He’d waited a year to get her out of his system. And he realized in that moment that a lifetime wouldn’t be long enough. Naya Blade was his—for now and forever.
Chapter Five
The storm was as bad as the weathermen predicted, and it wasn’t expected to stop for two more days.
Lane had managed to bundle Naya up in an extra rain slicker and hustle her up the back stairs to his apartment. He’d never seen her let down her guard before. She was always so tough, so in control. And now she was a puddle of satisfied woman. He had to admit the knowledge that he was the one responsible filled him with pleasure.
His apartment was no frills, just basic necessities and no clutter. His Army days had cured him of that. He got Naya tucked into his bed and watched her as she drifted into sleep. She looked right there, and there was a tug of longing inside of him for permanence. A longing he’d given up on long ago.
He’d seen too much before he’d settled in Surrender. His time as a Ranger had changed him. Watching friends die had a tendency to do that to a man. So in a sense, Surrender had saved him once he’d left the Army. All he’d wanted was peace and quiet. A simple life with simple needs. Cooper MacKenzie had offered that to him the day he’d walked into the Sheriff’s Office looking for a job.
Lane was just about to strip out of his clothes and slip into bed beside Naya when the phone he’d brought up from downstairs rang. The electricity had gone off shortly after he’d gotten the cuffs on her wrists unlocked, and they’d fallen together in a heap on the floor in the darkness. He had no idea how long they’d stayed there, recovering from the cataclysmic event that had happened between them.
The generator at the station had kicked on about a minute after the electricity went off, but he knew there were a lot of people who didn’t have generators and would be braving the storm and cooling temperatures without power. Summer was officially over if the icy slap of the rain that had pounded against him on the way upstairs was any indication.
He took the call and got dressed again in dry clothes, strapping on his utility belt and grabbing a couple of extra flashlights. He leaned over Naya in the bed and kissed her forehead, causing her to wrinkle her nose in protest. Her obvious disgruntlement made him grin. Naya was a prickly creature to be sure.
“Wake up, sweetheart. I’ve got to go out for a while.”
Her eyes fluttered open and she turned so she could see him better. “I’m awake. I should probably get dressed and take off for the bed and breakfast. I’ve got to set out early to start looking for my skip.”
“Stay,” he said. “You’re welcome to whatever you need here. There’s food and a shower. And I doubt the roads will be good enough to do more than swim in the morning. We’re all going to be stuck for a couple of days, including your skip.”
She looked like she was going to protest. Staying the night in his bed promised something more than just fast and furious sex. He knew it. And she knew it too.
“Stay,” he said again.
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y nodded and pulled the covers back under her chin. “I’ll stay. When will you be back?”
“God only knows. We’ve got power lines down and roads washed out. A couple of college kids coming home late are stranded out by Mill Pond. Joe’s headed over there, and I’m going to go deal with the power lines. I hooked the boat to my truck earlier, so things should go fairly quickly.”
“Have fun with that. And be careful.” Her voice faded away as she drifted back into sleep.
Lane stared at her a second longer. He wanted to say more. To tell her what had been brewing inside of him this past year. He’d known she’d come back, because whether she realized it or not, this was where she belonged.
He loved her. He’d had plenty of time to think about it after she’d walked out of his life. They had a lot to learn about each other still, but he knew as sure as he was breathing that she was meant for him. He only had to make her come around to the same realization. And Naya was just perverse enough to run the other direction if he even hinted of such feelings. In the end, it would have to be her that made the first move.
* * * *
Naya sat up straight in bed, her heart pounding and her hands damp with sweat. The dream was always the same. She’d only been a cop for two years. But it had been two years too many. Long enough to watch her partner, Tony, gunned down for no good reason.
It had been a routine call for a domestic disturbance. They’d been to the same house more than a dozen times before. The woman never pressed charges, but the neighbors’ complaints made a visit necessary. The woman would answer the door, her lip bleeding or her eye swelling shut, and she’d tell them she fell and that everything was all right.
It made Naya sick every time they took a call to that house because she knew one day the woman wouldn’t be able to answer the door at all. And there was nothing they could do about it.
She’d known in her gut when they got that last call that things would be bad. Her instincts were never wrong. But she and Tony took the call and knocked on the door, just like they had so many times before.
