by Paige Warren
Ryan and Synclair shared a look.
“Or she could come to our place,” Synclair said.
Asher’s smile turned into a frown. “I appreciate what you did for Gemma, and I know you’re dating her—both of you—but I think she’d be better off with her family right now. We won’t stop you from coming to visit her, but she’s not leaving our sight until she’s back on her feet.”
Synclair nodded. “I can respect that. I’ll stop by in the mornings before I have to open the shop, and I’m sure Ryan will come by around dinner after he’s closed his office. You might get sick of seeing the two of us.”
“Keep Gemma happy and we’ll be okay.” Asher’s smile tightened. “But fuck up, and you’ll deal with the three of us, and probably the cousins, too.”
“No worries,” said Ryan. “I can’t think of anything we’d like more than to keep Gemma happy.”
“The family will be here soon,” Asher said. “Maybe you two should make yourselves scarce for a while. I’m sure everyone will be gone by dinner, if you want to return after that. We could use a little one-on-one time with her.”
Synclair and Ryan both leaned over the bed to kiss her gently on the lips.
“We’ll be back later,” Synclair promised.
After they left, she glared at her brother. “You didn’t have to run them off.”
“You need your rest, Gem. The family may come by to check on you in a bit, but it will be a brief visit. Then Colt, Nick, and I will take turns watching over you until your men come back. Besides, they could use a break. They’ve watched over you like you’re a newly hatched chick. They won’t be any good to anyone if they don’t get out of the hospital for a while.”
“Fine,” she grumbled. “But don’t think you’re kicking them out of the house when they come to visit me. If anyone is going to kick them out for being overbearing, it will be me.”
Asher smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chapter Fifteen
Gemma walked out of the doctor’s office and smiled up at the sky, the sun warming her face. She’d gotten a clean bill of health and had been told she could resume her usual activities. After being assured that included sex, she’d happily left the doctor’s office. Her wounds had healed nicely, including her side. There were faint scars on her cheek and across both breasts, but she was alive and that was all that mattered.
Synclair and Ryan hadn’t seen the scars on her breasts yet, but they saw the ones on her face every day and, so far, it hadn’t bothered them. Well, not in a “man, she looks hideous” kind of way. She’d seen their jaws clench a time or two and figured they were still pissed she’d gotten hurt.
There was only one place she wanted to be right then. With her men. Unfortunately, they were each in their respective places of employment, which meant she’d have to visit them separately. Ryan’s office was just down the street so she decided to walk there first. Then she’d drive over to Synclair’s and surprise him.
She pushed open the door to Ryan’s office and closed it hard enough that she knew he had to have heard her.
“I’ll be right with you,” he called out.
She turned to face the door, flipped the sign to Closed, and turned the lock. She had plans for her lawyer cowboy and they didn’t include interruptions. Not waiting for him to come to her, she moved further into the space, pausing in the doorway to his office. She leaned against the doorframe and waited for him to notice her. He was so engrossed in whatever papers were before him that she wasn’t sure he was even aware there was another presence in the room.
She stepped closer to the desk and pulled her tee over her head before launching it at his face. He jerked back in surprise, but a wide smile spread across his face when he saw who had invaded his space. Toeing off her boots, she shimmied out of her jeans, pulled off her socks, and reached for the clasp on her bra.
His gaze devoured her. “Not that I’m not thrilled with the striptease, but what brought this on?”
“Saw the doctor this morning.” She dropped her bra on the floor and hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties and began sliding them down.
“And doctor’s visits make you remove your clothes at the first opportunity?”
“He gave me permission to resume my normal activities.” She strolled across the room, rounded the desk, and sat in his lap. “All my normal activities.”
He visibly swallowed as his hands came up to rest at her waist. “All of them, huh?”
“I locked your front door.”
“You shouldn’t tell me things like that.” Ryan nuzzled her neck.
“Why not?”
He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a full box of condoms, dropping them on top of the desk. “Because I bought these a few weeks ago in case you ever dropped by for a bit of fun in the office. I was determined to have my way with you in here sooner or later.”
“Where do you want me?” she asked, wiggling on his lap.
“Why don’t you help me out of these clothes first? It’s been so long I can’t wait to feel your skin against mine. I want to make this last as long as possible, but I want you so damn bad I don’t know how long I can hang on.”
She eyed the box. “Well, you’re definitely prepared for more than one round.”
He nipped her shoulder. “Don’t tempt me. I’d love nothing more than to tie you up in here and do wicked things to you all day long.”
Gemma slid to the floor and reached for Ryan’s tie. She loosened the knot, and then pulled it over his head. Not sure what to do with it, she tossed it onto the desk. Next, she reached for the buttons on his shirt, unfastening them as quickly as she could. He wasn’t the only one that was anxious. She’d been dreaming of this moment for weeks.
After she had him completely naked, she knelt at his feet, her hands braced on his thighs. His cock bobbed in front of her face and she couldn’t help but lean forward and take a lick. Ryan hissed in a breath and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her away.
“Naughty girl. I don’t recall giving you permission to do that.”
Ryan pulled her to her feet, and then spun her to face the sofa in his office. “Get on your knees with your hands on the back.”
Gemma followed his instructions, spreading her legs a little. His hands swept down her body from her neck, down her spine until they cupped her ass. She felt his lips touch her shoulder in a soft kiss before he nipped her.
“There’s just one thing missing,” he said.
She looked over her shoulder and watched him pick up his tie. He took her hands and looped the tie around them. Cinching it tight, he pulled the sofa away from the wall a little ways. She peered behind it and saw an O-ring bolted to the wall. What in the world? She looked at him again, wondering what he was up to.
“I installed this the other day,” he told her. “Just for you.”
She still wasn’t sure what he intended to do with it. As she watched, he fastened the loose ends of the tie to the ring, pulling her hands tight against the wall. Gemma tugged at her bonds, but she couldn’t budge, not even an inch. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her ear.
“Now I have you right where I want you,” he whispered.
Her nipples tightened in response. She didn’t know what he had in mind, but she had no doubt that she would enjoy it. So far, Gemma had loved every minute of her time with the guys. Not once had she been disappointed in the bedroom.
She felt his hand caress her ass cheeks. Just as she was relaxing and starting to enjoy it, he pulled back his hand and whacked her on the ass. Gemma jumped and let out a yelp, not having expected it. It hadn’t hurt, just stung a little. She’d been more surprised than anything. Before she could ask Ryan what he was doing, he spanked her three more times, each stroke harder than the last.
“You were a bad girl last month, Gemma, running off with Trevor like that.” His hand swatted her again. “I think you need to be punished, don’t you?”
“I was protecting Isaac.”
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br /> Whack! “You didn’t stop to think about how worried Synclair and I would be, or how scared Isaac would be at being left all alone.”
Whack! “You didn’t worry enough about your own safety.”
He still wasn’t hurting her, but her ass was beginning to burn. She didn’t know what he wanted from her. Should she apologize?
“I’m sorry,” she said.
His hand caressed her flaming ass cheeks. “Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry I worried you, that I scared Isaac, and that I wasn’t concerned enough about my own safety.”
“You won’t do it ever again, will you, Gemma?”
She shook her head.
Ryan trailed kisses down her spine before gently biting her hip. “Do you think you deserve a reward?”
All she could do was whimper. Yes! She wanted a reward. His big, hard cock thrusting into her pussy, making her come over and over again. That’s what she wanted. She heard him rummaging around behind her, heard the rip of a condom wrapper, then she felt his cock brush against the lips of her pussy.
He leaned over her back, pressing his chest against her. “If I were better prepared, I’d take this sweet ass of yours. I bet my cock would look great sliding between your rosy cheeks right now. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Gemma?”
“Yes.”
“Too bad I wasn’t anticipating your arrival today.”
“Purse,” she mumbled against the back of the sofa.
“What was that?”
She turned her face to look at him over her shoulder. “My purse. I dropped it in your front lobby. You might not have prepared for today but I did. There’s some lube inside.”
Ryan smiled before pulling away from her. She turned her head the other way and watched his fine ass walk out the door. When he returned a moment later, he was rummaging in her purse and pulled out the small bottle of Astroglide along with a small cylinder that made him smile. Ryan dropped her purse into a chair, and then returned to her.
“It seems my sweetheart has been very, very naughty. Planning to seduce me, were you?”
“And Synclair.”
He laughed. “My, but you’re ambitious for someone who was just released today for more active pursuits.”
“Ryan, please,” she begged. “I need you.”
He popped the top on what looked like a tube of lipstick. Having been the one to give it to her, he knew what it really was. “Does this still have batteries in it?”
“Turn it on and find out.”
Whack! His hand landed on her ass again. “Impertinent wench.”
Ryan set the Pocket Rocket aside, after assuring himself it worked, and then he dribbled some Astroglide down the crack of her ass, pausing long enough to massage some into her rosette. He teased her, slowly sinking his finger into her in small increments. When he’d thrust his whole finger inside of her, he withdrew it before plunging it inside of her again.
“Think you’re ready for two fingers?” he asked.
“More,” she begged.
He worked two fingers into her, then three. Ryan pulled his fingers free and slicked his straining cock before sliding it between her ass cheeks. He pressed against her tight hole.
“Push back, sweetheart. It’s been so long since you’ve done this, it might pinch a bit.”
Gemma pushed out against him. As his cock filled her, stretched her, she found that she wanted more. She wanted him to move, to fuck her hard and fast, giving her everything she’d ever wanted, ever needed. He picked up the little pocket rocket and slid his hand down her belly until the little vibrating tube rested against her clit.
In the past month, she hadn’t even masturbated, and her sex-starved body was ready to go off like a roman candle. The sensations were rolling over her, making all of her nerves tingle and sing. Ryan pulled back before thrusting his cock deep inside of her again. It was almost too much but, she wanted more, she wanted all of him. She didn’t want him tame and restrained, afraid that he would hurt her. Gemma wanted the wild and reckless man who could be a very demanding lover.
“Ryan, please. I’m not glass. I won’t break.”
He moved in a slow, steady rhythm and she wasn’t sure she’d survive it. Her whole body was hyper-aware and strained for release. Gemma felt like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, looking over, yet her feet were still firmly on the ground. She wanted to soar, to fly higher than she ever had before.
Gemma tugged at her bonds in an effort to urge Ryan on, to make him move faster, harder.
“Ryan!”
He kissed her shoulder. “What does my sweetheart want?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He bit down on her shoulder as he thrust harder, deeper. The little Pocket Rocket whirred against her clit and he began circling it. Her pussy felt swollen and ached from the need to come. As Ryan powered into her, he pressed on her clit a little harder. It was all she needed. Gemma didn’t just tumble over that cliff, she jumped. Every nerve in her body was electrically charged as she came, crying out so loud and so long that she thought surely people on the street could hear her.
Ryan stilled behind her, and she felt his cock jerk as he came. Scattering kisses across her shoulders, he slid from her body and stood. After disposing of the condom, he returned to the sofa and freed her hands.
“I’m afraid you’re a little messy now,” he said.
“So are you.”
He grinned. “Yeah, but I can clean up in a sink. You don’t have the right equipment for that.”
“Do you have any paper towels?”
“Yeah, there’s a roll on the bathroom counter. Help yourself.”
Gemma got up and sauntered into the bathroom, wet a paper towel, and cleaned herself up. When she was finished, she went back into Ryan’s office and pulled on her clothes.
“Leaving already?” he asked.
“I need to go and give Synclair the good news.”
Ryan zipped up his pants and leaned over to kiss her. “I’m sure he’ll be thrilled with his surprise. Maybe you should tie a bow around yourself and tell him you have a gift for him.”
She laughed. “If I had a ribbon that big, I might be tempted.”
Ryan swatted her on the ass. “Get going before I decide to change your mind and keep you tied up in here all day.”
With a smile, Gemma headed out the door. She unlocked the front door, flipped his sign back to Open, and left with a bounce in her step. She got in her car and drove the five blocks to Synclair’s shop. Parking in front, she noticed the neon sign said he was open. Gemma locked her car and strolled through the front door of Skin to Skin. She didn’t see any clients, or her hunky tattoo artist. Turning off the sign, she locked the door and decided to mosey on into the back and surprise him.
He sat at a drafting table, sketching out a design. Gemma crept up behind him and peered over his shoulder. It never ceased to amaze her just how talented he was. She didn’t want to startle him and ruin his work, but she needed to let him know she was there. Reaching over, she rapped her knuckles against the wall.
Synclair looked up and smiled when he saw her. “Hey there, beautiful. What are you doing here?”
“I came to distract you.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“The doctor said I could resume my normal activities,” she told him, then waited a minute for it to sink in.
He rose swiftly, knocking his stool to the floor. Synclair swept her into his arms and gave her a bruising kiss. Gemma sank her fingers into his hair and wrapped a leg around his thigh. This is what she’d been waiting for. The reckless abandon that was Synclair. He never took her gently or slowly, everything was always fast and hard and oh, so amazing. He was like a force of nature.
“You have no idea how badly I want you,” he said, gripping her hair to tilt her head back. “I’ve dreamed of you every night.”
“I’ve dreamed of you, too. Both of you.”
“Does Ryan know?”
Sh
e felt her cheeks warm.
“Ah, so you went to visit baby brother first. I may have to punish you for that.” He smiled. “Or maybe I’ll just give you something to remember for a while.”
“I need you. Please tell me you’re prepared.”
“Ever since that day in the pasture, I’ve made sure I keep a condom in my wallet. I didn’t want to pass up an opportunity to make love to you just because I didn’t have a condom with me.”
Gemma reached for his pants and began unfastening his jeans. Parting the material, she shoved them down his thighs. She smiled when she saw that he hadn’t worn underwear and his cock was hard and ready for her. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him slowly.
Synclair groaned. “That feels so damn good.”
Releasing him, she began stripping out of her clothes. She ran her hands under the edge of his tee and began pulling it over his head. She wanted to run her hands over that powerful chest and get a look at his incredible ink. If anyone had told her she’d find tattoos sexy, she’d have laughed. But that was before Synclair. Her mouth damn near watered every time she looked at him.
He pulled off his boots and removed his jeans before pulling her into his arms again. As he kissed her, the passion that had been simmering ever since she’d left Ryan’s office flared bright and hot. Her hands skimmed his chest, slid up to grip his shoulders, and then found purchase in his hair, holding him to her. The taste of coffee and chocolate filled her mouth as his tongue stroked hers, teasing and tasting, tormenting with the promise of what was yet to come.
Synclair’s hands cupped her ass, pulling her tight against his erection. The feel of his long, hard cock pressing into her belly had her pussy weeping from anticipation. She wanted to feel him inside of her more than she wanted her next breath. It had been too long since they’d been together, and she was eager to have his hands on her body, caressing her everywhere. The harsh, demanding kisses told her he wouldn’t last long. She could tell he was too far gone to be thinking of much else except getting inside of her. And that’s what she wanted, too.
He nipped her jaw, placed a kiss against her neck, then pulled away long enough to roll on the condom. With a firm hand on each hip, he lifted her. Gemma eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist. As she felt his cock brush against her pussy, a shudder ran through her. Her nipples tightened to the point of pain.
