“Because you get to keep people in line?”
“Because I like to keep the peace. Before my brother settled down to be responsible, he used to get into all kinds of scrapes. I was the one to talk him and whoever he was up against into settling things between them. After a while, I guess it was like my calling was clear.”
She skated out from him, grew unsteady, and came back to his arms. “That’s awesome that you’re doing what you enjoy. I love it when I see people living that way.”
“Are you doing what you love?”
“Of course.” She sucked her teeth and then laughed. “I’ve been drawing since I could hold a pencil. I couldn’t live without it by the time I hit puberty. Hell, by then, I was a frisky thing and loved to be cute. First time I saw sexy lingerie on an adult toy site, the ideas started flying. I haven’t looked at anything since. But I think I will try my hand at clothes eventually.”
When he didn’t say a word, she looked up from watching her feet on the ice. He stared at her with a thoughtful expression on his face.
“What?”
“Adult toys, huh?”
She swatted his chest. “You would fixate on that. Men!”
They skated on, and several times, Toya tried it on her own. She was getting the hang of it, less shaky and more daring. With her hand on the rail, she tried going backward. Tripp frowned. “Be careful, Toya. Not too far so I can catch you if you fall.”
She blew him a kiss and went out farther. “You don’t know me very well, do you?”
Busy focusing on him, she didn’t see the man who came barreling into her and knocked her on her ass. Right away, she felt the cold and wetness seeping through her dress and her tights. Strong arms reached down to help her up.
“Are you okay?” asked the culprit. He was cute though, but he had nothing on Tripp, she couldn’t help thinking.
“Fine, thank—”
“Get your hands off of her,” Tripp growled and jerked the man away so hard he landed on his rear too. Tripp hauled her to her feet, and brushed bits of ice from her butt. He glared at the man he sent flying. “If you weren’t acting like an ass it never would have happened.”
Toya squeezed his arm. “Hey, calm down. No big deal, okay? I’m fine.”
He turned from the guy and glared at her. That pissed her off, and she glared back. She put her hands on her hips when he didn’t say anything.
“What’s the problem?”
“Nothing, you’re wet. Let’s go.” He took her hand and started to skate for the side, but she yanked away, almost losing her footing. When he would have helped her, she did a fancy move that surprised her. Skating backward, she kept just enough distance between them so he couldn’t grab her hand again. Of course stopping was a whole other issue.
“You’re mad at me, and I’m trying to figure out why. I didn’t make him crash into me.”
He sighed. “It’s nothing. Look, I’m sorry. Can we go?”
Toya went over everything that happened in her mind, and she couldn’t see where she made him mad. Maybe he thought she was coming onto the guy. That was crazy. She was busy wincing from the chill and the sting of falling on her tailbone, so flirting was the farthest from her mind. And then she remembered earlier with Kel.
She skated past him to the side. All the cool moves were gone when she stumbled off the ice and nearly toppled to the floor for the second time. Tripp’s strong arm came around her, and he kept her steady until she could reach a bench. They changed out of the skates for their street shoes and headed back to her place. All the way there, they remained silent, not talking.
“Is this how the weekend is going to go?” she asked when they were in her bedroom, pulling off damp clothing.
He reached out and tugged to him. A kiss, no more than a caress, softened her anger. “No, it’s not. I can’t seem to… I don’t think…” He kissed her again. “The weekend will be great. Let me make it better from this moment on.”
She arched against him, pushing her breasts into his chest. Her nipples had hardened from the chill of the night and his touch. When he felt them, his eyes narrowed to slits, and she grinned. “Now you’re talking.”
Chapter Five
Tripp was an idiot. He’d almost blown it with Toya. He couldn’t explain to her the roil of emotions welling inside of him. The fact was, he felt a lot more for Toya than just sexual attraction, and it pissed him off. No, every man looking at her, lusting over her, pissed him off. He had a habit of watching the people around him at all times, a habit formed because of his job. He’d seen the guy long before he made a move. The bastard had spotted Toya, a weak skater, as a potential mark. He had wanted to pick her pocket, but Tripp foiled his attempt. He wished he’d moved faster so she wasn’t knocked down at all.
What annoyed him worse was how angry it made him to see the guy touching her hand. It brought back the memory of how she’d been with her boss earlier, and he had overreacted. Not his normal calm in the face of such situations, and she had called him on it.
He admitted it. He was jealous. She was his, damn it—for as long as what they had lasted. No other man had the right to put his hands on her or to speak suggestively to her.
“You’ve got that look on your face again,” she murmured.
He shook his head and ran a hand over his face. Tripp watched her as she removed her tights, stooping to pull them down over her calves. His dick grew several inches just looking at her, and the squeeze in his pants forced him to unbutton his jeans and lower the zipper.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked her.
She glanced over her shoulder, a sassy expression on her face if he ever saw one. “Of course.” She put a foot up on the edge of the bed and continued rolling the nylon down her leg. “I’m a professional, and if there’s anything I know how to do it’s remove stockings.”
“And the panties?” he suggested. Tonight she wore bikini ones—red.
“You just want to see me strip,” she accused him.
“Guilty as charged.”
He did no more than take off his shoes and socks. Rather, he wanted to focus on her, watch her every movement. Do it for me, baby. Take it all off for only me. He should resist the emotions that welled up in his chest—all except the lust for her luscious, sweet body—but he had to admit if to himself alone, that he was falling for her. That’s why he was a fool. She was big city bred, and she knew how to handle a man. The truth was clear in the way she teased him, with a look, a flick of her delicate wrists.
He sat on the bed and leaned back on his elbows, eyes narrowed and trained on her. Smooth mocha skin tantalized him with each inch revealed. She paused in the act of raising her dress. Just enough of those thick thighs showed to make his mouth water.
“Now that we’re here at my place, I have something you might enjoy,” she said.
“Hm?” He felt no need to inquire further than that.
Toya crossed to her closet and opened the door. He watched for a flash of her sexy ass again as she stretched up on tiptoes to reach the shelf. For a brief moment, he flicked his gaze to his crotch. His hard dick had nowhere to go, but he wanted to wait and get her to undress him. Thoughts of her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock stirred a desperate hunger.
“This.” She pulled down a medium sized treasure box. “I’ve got all kinds of goodies in here.”
He leaned up to see. She pulled out a dildo, and he wondered. Then she spread her legs and gently pushed the toy inside her pussy. When it came out coated with her juices and she moaned with each thrust, he thought he’d come in his boxers.
“Want to watch me get myself off, baby?” Her voice was a husky purr that sent shivers down his spine.
“Without question.”
She climbed onto his lap even while he was still dressed. Tripp captured her by the waist and scooted higher. When he was in place, she leaned back a little so he got a good view of her wet pussy. Would this weekend be the last time they saw each other? N
o fucking way! He wouldn’t let her go. They hadn’t made any future plans about her coming down to him or him coming here again, but they would if he had anything to say about it.
She ran the dildo over her clit and then lower, to the soft, wet folds. He hissed when she gave the toy a small push. The piece eased past her entrance, gliding slowly inside. She repeated the process several times, and then he looked up to notice she still had on her strapless bra.
“Take that off. I want to see your nipples.”
She laid aside the dildo to do his bidding. Tripp moaned when she pinched the tight peaks, playing with them and twisting them between her thumb and forefinger. “What else do you want me to do? I want only to please you.”
“You have lube?” he asked.
She nodded and found some. He instructed her to grease up the dildo and then to turn so she faced away from him. Tripp took possession of the toy and began teasing her tight little anus. Toya squirmed and gasped. She moaned his name, but he didn’t back off. Soon he had the dildo grinding in and out of her ass while she held onto his thighs. She moved so roughly and with such hunger, she came down on his hard-on. He thought he would burst, but he liked the torture of wanting her but not getting her. Watching her tremble on his lap, rubbing against him drove his desire higher.
Her legs quivered, and she whined, but he stopped moving each time he thought she was close to coming. She cried out in protest. “Not yet. You like to tease me, make me want you so you can be in control,” he explained. “But I can’t have that, can I?”
She pouted over her shoulder. “Tripp.”
“You can try, but I will have to arrest you.” He smacked her ass enough to sting but not hurt.
Her eyes grew wide. “I have cuffs.”
“So do I,” he countered. “And if you’re a good girl—I mean bad—then I will show you.”
“Mm, yes, officer, show me, please.”
Tripp sucked in a breath. Yeah, there was no way he was going to hold on. He grasped her around the waist to keep her from falling off, and leaned over the side of the bed. He pulled his bag to him and searched the interior. Holding up his handcuffs, he watched her face, and the excitement rather than fear told him he’d done good bringing them. Toya was perfect for the game he had in mind.
* * * *
Toya loved the feel of his arm around her. He’d removed the dildo from her ass, so she ground into him. His cock was so thick and hard, she couldn’t wait to get it out of his pants and inside her pussy. When he commanded for her to take his clothes off, she jumped at the chance. Somehow they’d fallen into a game of her submitting to his orders. She loved a dominant man, and as kind as Tripp had been up to now, she could tell he was the type to get her hot.
She pulled his boxers and his jeans down over his lean hips and licked his cock when it sprung free. A little precome had seeped out, and she enjoyed the salty taste. A suck on the tip had her lover grunting and raising his hips. She let him push his shaft deeper into her mouth, and she began to pump him up and down.
Be careful, Toya, she told herself as she kissed her way up his stomach to his chest and then to his lips. She sat up and unbuttoned his shirt then pushed it over his broad shoulders. Her fingers grazed his hard muscles, and she luxuriated in the plains and valleys of his chest and abs. The tanned skin stretched taut, and she lingered in spots just wanting to feel him. His body was the stuff of every woman’s fantasies. At least, she knew it was for hers.
When she brought her ass down on his cock and reached back to stroke his balls, his nostrils flared, and he gritted his teeth. “You’re going to make me fuck you without mercy.”
“And will you use these on me?” She took his cuffs and held them up. The cold steel rubbed over her nipples made them pucker all the more. He looked like he wanted to eat her up. She ran them over her belly and stopped just above her pussy. “I’m really hot, officer.”
Tripp gave her no warning about what he would do. He flipped their positions and had her face down on the bed in seconds. She had no idea what became of the handcuffs until one clicked around her wrist with the other locked to the openings in her headboard. She squeaked pulling at it. A sliver of fear snaked over her belly, but excitement raced after it. She was definitely at his mercy.
“Tripp.”
He smacked her ass, and she pushed it into the air whimpering. He kissed the skin there and licked it. She moaned. “I warned you,” he told her in a low tone. “You had to know how much you made me want you. Now I must take you.”
She heard the condom packet tear open and the snap of the covering going into place. Her heart pounded in her ears, and then she was full of him. A cry tore from her throat as he thrust roughly inside of her. This wasn’t going to be gentle because it was a punishment, and she welcomed it.
“Yes, officer, take me. I’m yours.”
“All mine,” he growled.
The possessive tone threw her for a loop, but the pleasure was too much to concentrate on that. She arched as much as she could to take every inch of his dick. The slight pain was a welcome sensation, but Tripp wasn’t nearly done. He pulled out until his cock tip lay just inside, and then there was something else. She almost howled when she figured out what he was doing. He threaded the dildo into her ass, and then both it and his cock invaded her body. She screamed and bit down on her lower lip. So full. I’m going to faint.
She stayed conscious to feel every thrust. From the front and the back, he pumped into her, faster and faster until she shook with pleasure. Toya wanted to push back on the dildo and his cock, but she lacked the strength. This was all on him. With one hand he held her up at the waist, and with the other he guided the dildo. All the while he arched his hips to thump into her pussy. She was wetter than she ever remembered being, and from the tightening in her core, it wouldn’t be long before she came.
“Do you like that, baby?”
“Yes, yes, Tripp. Don’t stop!”
She couldn’t move freely. Tugging at the cuff did nothing, and Tripp’s hold on her waist was so strong, his fingers pressed into her. She wept in ecstasy as her core muscles clenched around his cock. Her anus walls stretched to the thickness of the dildo. The two together took her breath away and gave little room inside of her. Toya reached down with her free hand to run a fingertip over her clit, but it was swollen and too sensitive. She stretched farther to feel his cock as it disappeared into her pussy.
He grunted once, and the pulse of him releasing took her to the brink as well. She cried out as her orgasm ravaged her body. Tripp didn’t stop pumping for a long time, through all the aftershocks, and until she collapsed. He followed her down, flattening her on the bed under his weight.
They panted between kisses, and he ran a hand along her arm until he reached the cuff. “You want me to take it off?”
“Mm, so I can touch you.”
Their tongues met in a sensual kiss, and she breathed him in. Oh, she was so lost right now, and it didn’t look like she would recover any time soon. Tripp stretched over to where he’d left the key and unlocked her wrist. He massaged the skin and kissed it.
“There. All better?” he asked.
She kissed him. “I’m getting there. You’ll have to do a lot more than that though and kiss all my boo boos.”
He chuckled. “Show me where.”
She pointed to her lips. “Here.” He obliged. “And this nipple needs attention.”
He flicked his tongue over the tip. “How’s that?”
“I think the other one is jealous.”
“Can’t have that.” He cupped her breast in his big palm and squeezed while lowering his mouth over her peak. “Yeah, I think this is going to need lots of tender loving care.”
Toya moaned. “It might take all night.”
“By all means…”
Chapter Six
Three months later
Toya climbed out of bed, sore and achy. She glanced back at Tripp, but he was dead to the world as usual early i
n the morning. After searching the room, she located her T-shirt, which she hadn’t worn but five minutes after her shower the night before. Then she dug through her bag for fresh panties.
They were back in Tripp’s town, this time at his ranch style home. She had to admit she liked the place, didn’t mind the quiet at all. Her decision to break off their affair had died a quick death, especially when she had been lying in Tripp’s arms and he’d suggested continuing indefinitely. How could she resist? She still wanted him—even three months after they first slept together.
Still, every time she saw him, she decided this was it. In fact the night before she had suggested it to him. “Maybe we should call it quits or at least take some time to cool off,” she’d said.
He’d frowned and drew her into his arms. When she would have pulled on a pair of shorts, he took them from her hands and tossed them aside. “Why? We’re great in bed together.” She’d begun packing her things. He emptied her bag. “You said you’re between projects. Stay another day or two.”
“Well maybe we’ll ease up on the dates.”
He’d shot that suggestion down as well. The extra day had turned into four. She still had three before she had to get back to New York, but she became more and more afraid the longer time she spent with him. Just the week before, she’d read an article that claimed men were able to handle no-strings-attached relationships a lot better than women. As far as she was concerned, she was already doing bad. Granted, Tripp wasn’t all that strict when it came to the rules of the game. He’d asked her about meeting his brother. She had turned him down flat. No freaking way she was going there. Not if she wanted to come out of this relationship with her heart intact when he was bored of her. Meeting family gave a woman expections, and that would just complicate matters.
She showered and pulled on a pair of panties. Now that it was May, she could put on lighter clothes, so she dressed in the shorts she had intended to wear last night. Coffee would wake up her brain, and Tripp would enjoy it too. He liked his black with so much sweetener he could fall into a sugar coma with one sip. Annoyed that she knew this detail about his routine, she stepped outside to drive ten miles to the nearest Starbucks.
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