“No, baby,” he objected when she tried to wiggle from him. “You are mine tonight. My way. For the first time.”
She had a look of pain on her face as she seized his hand and shoved it over her mound. Her physical plea, raw and animal, gutted him. He had been the one to enjoy her his way with his mouth.
Now he would take her his way with his cock.
And if she still loved him after that—because he was certain now she did adore him—then he would have to make major changes in his life.
Chapter Eight
Sated and weak with the power of her orgasms, Sam followed Case’s lead to rise from the floor. She was as limp as a noodle and draped her arms over his shoulders as he caught her up once more in his arms.
She kissed his ear and inhaled the fragrance of her own passion on his body. He was, as she had so precisely predicted, a magnificent lover. And she needed still more from him.
Wanting to give him what he needed as well, she had played her part on the trip over here. She knew from her association with other Dominant males that their sexual experience was heightened if their submissive was quiet and compliant. If that was what appealed to Case, if that was what he needed to make love to her, then it was a small service to do for him. She wanted him happy. She wanted him aroused. She wanted him loving her.
Now that she had enthralled him enough to have her with his mouth, she wanted him to take her with his cock. More than once. So whatever he had planned here, she was ready to give her all to him. No lover had ever thrilled her more. No Dominant had ever anticipated her needs for a sweet ecstatic prelude to sex. But Case had and she wanted to reward him, thank him, have him, just have him until she was ruined for any other man.
He carried her back through his cabin, along a hall, passing a large room with a king-size bed and into a dark room lit by a large skylight and the rays of the moon. Inside, she noticed no furniture but when he laid her down, she knew from the extreme height and the braces on four corners that he had placed her on a bed fitted for bondage.
She sought his gaze, her eyes frantic with questions, her body stiff and poised to run if his answers didn’t quite fit her expectations of gentle loving.
He cupped her face, his palms warm, his words hot with desire. “You must not fear me now.”
She tried to smile.
His mouth softened as he kissed her, murmuring sweet heady things. And then he grasped one wrist, pulled her arm up and wound a thin cool rope around it. In two swift moves, he had secured her to the table. Before he could take her other hand, she raised it. An offering to his needs.
He bent over her, taking her lips in a ravenous kiss. The fragrance of how well she had wanted him minutes ago swam in her head as she tasted herself on his flesh. When he raised his face and admired her with his adoring eyes, she spread her legs, offering him now the rest of her body to bind to his desires.
His gaze followed her actions. His throat constricted, his Adam’s apple bobbed. His hands caressed her ankles and then pushed her knees up. Her feet flat to the sensuous leather, he pulled her body toward the edge. Her legs apart, her cunt open, he strapped her ankles to the far edges of the end of the table.
She arched, her body rising, not in torment but in need to have him pleasure her.
And there he was. Hers. Sweeping his warm palms over her bare toes and the curve of her knees, the inside arc of her thighs close but not close enough to touch her pussy lips. Moaning in need, she objected to his decision to stroke her ribs.
But when he took her breasts in his hands, when he pinched one diamond-hard nipple and sucked the other into his hot mouth, she cried out. She whimpered, thrilled but empty, as he covered her one breast in his hand and adored the other with his lips. With his teeth, he took her nipple and pulled at it, then laved any agonies away.
She swooned with his fervor as he left her side and appeared at the other. There, he serviced that breast with his ardent laving and licking and tiny bites. Her cunt flowed with new juices. Her thighs jerked to be free. How could he expect her to lie here like a good submissive if he loved her so well and never gave her a chance to love him back?
That question rippled through her as he sent one big hand down her torso, his fingers toying with her pussy hair until he breathed like a stag in rut and sent two thick fingers up inside her cunt. And then he moaned.
His eyes closed, he stood there frozen in time.
She wiggled, so damned delighted that her blindfold had fallen and set her free to see this. His rapture rolled over her as if it were a tidal wave.
She gasped. Her realization that she had always craved a man who could lose himself in her had led her down an intriguing path to BDSM clubs and submission. But this was more than bondage. This was enchantment, she by him, he by her.
He stirred, his gray gaze silver in the moonlight, his expression narrowed, intense, astonishment written in the high arch of his brows and the parting of his lips.
She strained at her ropes, dying to be free to take him in her arms.
As if he could read her mind, he reached for the buttons of his shirt, his belt buckle, his fly, and in another second, he was naked.
Her mouth fell open and the sound of her shock filled the room. He was magnificent. Broad and heavily muscled, his shoulders flexed while she absorbed his beauty. His ribs were rippling planes, his waist small, his hips lean, his thighs deeply cut and corded with the years of his work in the saddle. And his cock was utterly mesmerizing. Long. Heavy. Rigid and tall. Amid a nest of pale hair, his shaft stood dripping for her.
She bit her lips to keep herself from crying out like a supplicant for him. God, how could she be so lucky to have this man? She quivered and lolled her head against the cool padded table.
He strode to the end, grabbed something that crinkled and ripped it open. Lifting her head, she watched him slip on a condom and snap it in place. With a wink at her, he grinned and put his fingers to her pussy. There, he parted her. So tender and swollen, she hummed as he faltered a bit before one long sure glide had him fully seated inside her.
The two of them filled the room with a loud moan of fulfillment.
How long she held her breath, how long he waited to move inside her seemed like a blissful eternity. But when he did pull out, she grabbed air and as he sank more deeply up into her body, she sighed. And rocked with him.
His fingertips dug into her hips, bracing her while he pounded into her with a violent tempo. If she hadn’t been bound, he would have shoved her off the table. He came into her with a drive and passion that roared through him like a tornado. Her fingers coiled. She was dying to hold him, touch him, taste him. But the urge to come seized her core and she grit her teeth as he growled and the two of them came together. The storm had razed their senses and the calm that fell over them felt like peace.
He slid out of her and bent to kiss her clit. She gasped at the delight he caused. How could he eat her so ravenously? How could she need him to? He licked at her nub. Circled it with a deft rasp and kissed her, sucked her into a new madness. Reeling, she lifted her head to watch him.
His devotion destroyed her. A whirlwind of glorious pounding ravaged her body, arching her up, crying for the joy of it and regretting the end of it. This time as she drifted back to some reality, she heard herself uttering sheer nonsense. He laid his cheek against her inner thigh while he played with her pussy, pulling her lips and rubbing them with his knuckles. She could barely breathe she was so satisfied, so captured by his possession.
He stood up, his fingers quick to release the ropes. Scooping her up, he carried her to the bathroom where he propped her against the tile wall and turned on the water in the shower. As the water ran, he came back to her and pinned her to the wall. Then he whispered how he loved what they had done together.
“I need you again,” he declared, one leg between her two rubbing her terribly tender pussy lips with his insistent thigh.
Subject to his smallest desire, she kissed his che
ek in response. If she had a voice, she didn’t need it to tell him how she wanted him. He had discovered her heart’s desire. He had tapped her inner need to be totally absorbed into him.
“Come here,” he urged her into the warm spray and once more pressed her to the wall. He licked each one of her ultrasensitive nipples as if he were treasuring her flesh. “You taste better than an ice-cream sundae,” he murmured, making her smile. He massaged her ribs, her thighs and her achingly tender clit. “Scoops of goodness, with lots of sauce and a cute little cherry I love to nibble.”
She cuffed him.
He caught her hand and kissed her palm. “I can’t stop tasting you.”
Against her belly, his cock probed her flesh. She undulated, greedy to have him inside her again.
“I can’t stop fucking you either.” His voice was full of humor and wonder.
“Don’t.” She rejoiced, sliding open her thighs to take his erect penis between her labia.
Swiftly, he slipped deep inside her again. Groaning, he put his forehead to her throat. “Have to pull out. Can’t do bareback, but god, sweetheart, you and I—”
You and I are made for each other.
“You and I are meant to be together.”
She cupped his head, sighed and lifted his face to hers. And then she gave him the most lavish open-mouthed kiss she had ever bestowed on a lover.
“I hate to go,” he whispered and withdrew to turn off the water. He stepped out of the shower, caught up a bath towel and offered her his hand to step out. At once, his arms surrounded her, his mouth took hers.
He led her out of the bathroom, down the hall and into a bedroom. There, he stood her in the center of the room and rubbed her dry. When she was rosy with warmth, she grinned at him and circled her arms around his shoulders.
Brushing her full aching nipples against his chest, she gave him an impish grin and sank slowly to the floor. As she went, she trailed wet tiny kisses over his spectacular body. With attention to the hollows of his fabulous muscles, she made sure to show him her appreciation for every corded perfection.
“Enough, enough,” he told her and urged her up from her knees.
She objected with a moan and a pout.
But he chuckled. “Let me get another condom. Then I’m inside you again. Promise.”
He grabbed her hand and led her to the king-size bed. “Crawl in and get warm. Back in a second.”
She scampered for the bed, tore the covers back and crawled in. Huddling inside, she chuckled to herself. Never ever had she had so much fun in bed. Or such fulfillment. Case was a dream come true, a man who took his time, had imagination and control in the art of love.
So he was a Dom. Or had been. Or maybe still was…a little bit. Or maybe not totally with her.
Whatever he was or was becoming, however he was changing, she loved him.
Oh god.
She loved him.
Headlights outside made a sweep of the darkness. A car’s motor hummed on the road out front.
Sam pricked her ears. Someone’s here?
She heard tires crunching the gravel in the driveway.
But who?
She went still, listening.
Heavy footsteps pounded up the front steps. A few knocks at the front door were strong, insistent.
She sat up, wrapping the covers up around her torso. Who could this be out here at nearly ten o’clock at night? “Case?”
He appeared in the doorway, slipping into his jeans and zipping them up. With one hand out, he reassured her everything was okay. “Don’t worry. I’ll get it.”
“Yes, but—?”
He turned toward the front door.
A moment later, Sam frowned, hearing Case open the door. Now there was a low exchange between two male voices. Maybe the visitor was a neighbor. Or something was wrong. But what?
The discussion became heated. A debate. Then an argument. Case’s deep baritone was warning his visitor not to get riled. About what?
Sam rose, securing an afghan around her nakedness. If Case was being threatened in his own home, she certainly was not going to stand by and let the bugger attack him. She glanced around, saw nothing useful as a weapon and ran to the closet. In one corner stood a baseball bat.
She grinned, clutched the heavy wood in her hot little hand and padded on careful, silent feet toward the living room.
When she rounded the corner, she stood there, bat up as high as she could get it without dropping her afghan.
“Joel?” she asked the man who stood in the doorway. Perplexed, she gazed from him to Case. Neither one was happy. In fact, each scowled at the other. “What’s wrong?”
“He’s not going to let me in! I’ve come all this way!”
“Well, gee.” What could she say to him? Not her house. Not her place to interfere. But not her wish, either, to have Joel intrude on what had been the finest, most romantic night of her entire life.
“You are leaving,” Case told him through gritted teeth.
“I think we need to ask Sam about that.” Joel scoured her with a look. “Not withstanding the baseball bat, she’s had her mind on a few things tonight, thanks to you.”
“That,” Case pointed out, “is none of your business.”
“It was this afternoon.”
Sam put the bat on the floor and tugged the afghan around her body. “What do you mean—?”
“I didn’t think you’d come,” Case bit off.
“Why would he?” Sam asked Case as she drew near, but got no answer from either man.
“I told you I would settle my problems with the illegals and get up here as soon as I could.” Joel’s gaze dropped over Sam’s figure. “But you started without me. You shouldn’t have.”
“Started?” Sam couldn’t believe the audacity of what she thought Joel was implying. “Case? What is Joel taking about?”
Case looked at her with dark misery swimming in his gray eyes. “He’s been drinking.”
“I had a beer,” Joel barked. “Big fucking deal.”
“More than one and that is a big deal. You are not fit to be here,” Case argued, then pointed toward Joel’s truck. “Leave.”
“The hell I will.” Joel took a step inside. “You know our agreement.”
Case held him to his spot. “Which does not apply here. I should have said so before now!”
Joel grinned at Sam like a satyr. “I came for Sam. To hell with our agreement.”
Her mouth dropped open. She shrank back against the wall. Joel was here for her? No. How could that be?
“I came for Sam.”
Her mouth dropped open.
Whether Joel was truly intoxicated or just ornery, Case stuck his arm out to hold him back. “Stop this, Joel. Think what you’re doing.”
“Well, if he’s had too much to drink,” Sam blurted, the logic of their argument making her guts churn, “you shouldn’t send him back out on the road. Not at this hour of the night.”
Case whirled to face her. His features were tight, stern. “He can’t stay here, Sam.”
“The hell I c—”
“He has to leave because he wants what he cannot have.”
She pressed her naked back tightly against the cold wall. She barely noticed her grip on the afghan had slipped a bit. Her attention shot to Joel who stood leering at her from the front door. “Why would you think that, Joel?”
“Because Case and I always share women. And you belong to me.” He sneered at Case. “Mister High and Mighty here can’t have all the pretty women to himself. I need a piece of you. I deserve it. Isn’t that right, Case?”
Sam blinked, appalled. Could this be true? Could it be that Case and Joel had planned to set her up tonight, share her between the two of them?
She knew ménages were done. Even foursomes like the relationship among Cara MacRae and her three husbands didn’t raise Sam’s eyebrows. But Case had not breathed a word about himself or Joel engaging in multiples.
She might be a sub
, or maybe she wasn’t. She might be an exhibitionist and into bondage and smart-ass lingerie. But she was not a woman who had ever considered pleasuring two men at the same time. And certainly not after tonight when she had found the one unique man in this world who had thrilled her beyond her own expectations. No way was she ready to become intimate with another man. Even if that man was Case’s best friend. Or had been until now.
She pivoted, running for the kitchen where she picked up her clothes, piece by piece. Then in a flash of wisdom, she grabbed Case’s truck keys and escaped into the bedroom. She locked the door, Case right behind her beating on the wood.
“Let me in, sweetheart. Let me explain. Joel is an ass. He shouldn’t have come here. I warned him off it. I was going to tell you but—but things got out of hand.”
No fooling!
“I wasn’t going to let him near you. Honest, Sam, I wasn’t. How could I, honey, when you and I are so good together? And besides, I didn’t think he was coming! So it just didn’t seem important.”
Not important, huh?
She heard Joel chuckling, the sound coming near to her door. So they were going to fight in the hall too. Wonderful.
As she drew on her panties and snapped shut her bra, she listened to them shout at each other as if they were kids in a schoolyard. She thought she might just put them both out of their misery and strangle them with her bare hands. As she shrugged into her dress, she thought she might even pull out their fingernails with a pair of pliers. By the time she sank into her shoes, hot tears coursed down her cheeks.
Hell with that. Never let ’em see you cry.
She swiped her cheeks, soothed her soul, found her nerve and, head high, she yanked open the bedroom door.
The two men were at it still, each poking the other in the chest, looking like bulls pawing the dirt.
Let ’em.
She headed for the front door.
As she crossed the threshold, Case caught her by the arm. “Wait, honey. You can’t leave. There are wild animals out there. Bobcats and javalinas and—”
“They’re in here too. You boys have a lovely time together, you hear me?”
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