Temporarily satisfying his impulse, he slipped his index finger back inside and was treated to a near-frantic whimper, as well as a tremble that indicated she was on the verge of a climax. He stopped his movements and leaned over her. “You don’t come until I tell you to.”
He knew the message had gotten through the lusty fog because she immediately stiffened and actually tried to pull away from him. He chuckled. “You’re not going anywhere. And you don’t really want to, do you? I promise it’ll be the best orgasm of your life, but it will be when I tell you.”
He heard her teeth being ground to ashes but she didn’t try to move away from him. When she realized he wasn’t going to continue until she answered, she gritted her teeth together and said, “No, Sir. I don’t want to go any fucking where. The only thing I want is for you to make me come.”
He burst out laughing, the joy of being with her filling his soul. He knew it would always be like this. She would never be the timid submissive who did exactly as he said, when he said. And he didn’t want her to. He suspected he’d fallen in love with Nikki the first time he’d seen her and the fire within her had kept him captivated. She was the submissive but in actuality, he was bound to her and knew he always would be.
He slowly began moving again, his finger and cock gliding in and out of her in perfect sync. It didn’t take long before she was writhing again and he felt her fighting to keep her orgasm at bay. She was struggling to please him and his heart swelled with pride and satisfaction at her efforts.
He pushed her until he knew she was at the brink. He leaned over and kissed her neck. “Come for me,” he whispered.
She erupted in his arms.
He pulled his finger free, knowing as he did it would send her orgasm soaring even higher. He held her tight as he continued pumping in and out of her, quickly following her over the edge into orgasmic bliss.
Once he regained his composure, he yanked off the condom and dropped it into the ice cream container turned trashcan. Turning, he sat on the couch and pulled her with him, cradling her in his lap. He quickly undid the cuffs and massaged her wrists and hands.
She was a mess with her tear-stained cheeks, puffy eyes and swollen lips. She was also the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And she was his.
He brushed the hair away from her face and dropped his mouth to hers for a kiss. After a long moment, he pulled back and smiled. “You know you’re mine, right? Not just for tonight, but for forever. Are you okay with that?”
Her gaze met his and her unreadable expression caused his heart to clench in fear. Maybe he’d pushed her too hard, too fast. Maybe she needed more time to come to terms with all she was and all he expected from her. Maybe he shouldn’t have professed his undying love this soon.
Her face lit up with a smile. “Don’t look so worried. I was trying to figure out what to do next to piss you off. I kind of like those punishments.”
The weight crushing his chest lifted and he laughed with joy. “Well, you were due two, and you’ve only gotten one.” He wrapped his arms tightly around her and cradled her close to him. When he had her tight little ass adequately exposed he smacked her one good crack. “That’s for embarrassing the kid in the pissed off bumblebee.”
She laughed and then her expression turned more serious than he’d ever seen her. She swallowed hard and he could tell she was trying to formulate the right words.
He shook his head. “Spit it out. Don’t keep anything from me or censor yourself.”
Her smile was shy—at least shy for Nikki—and she said, “Thank you. Thank you for seeing what I’d been hiding all along. And thank you for being willing to take a chance on me.”
He stroked a finger along her bottom lip. “No thanks necessary. I should be thanking you. You’ve given me a tremendous gift by trusting me and allowing me to do what I have tonight.”
And it was time to move on to the next round. He stood, cradling her in his arms. “I think it’s time to move to the bedroom for your second punishment. And isn’t it close to midnight?”
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Sometimes love won’t come. Other times it just won’t go.
Color My Heart
© 2008 Red Garnier
A Red Hot Summer story.
Hannah Myers has had disastrous relationships in the past, but catching her now-ex-boyfriend cheating on her was the worst. As she picks up the pieces of her shattered heart, the last thing she expects to find in the hall outside her apartment is a young god asking if he can help. Yeah, he can help! He can take her clothes off, for starters…
Billy Hendricks has dated in the past, but he’s never met anyone like Hannah. Their sudden affair is supposed to be just a casual summer fling. But to Billy it is anything but casual. He’s seen the passion in her artwork, and he wants more from her than sex.
Hannah tells herself she will not fall in love with Billy. A smart girl needs to safeguard her heart. But how can a smart girl get hunky, wonderful Billy out of her system? Why, with another man!
With Hannah flinging her summer love right and left, things are bound to get colorful.
Warning: This book contains creative sex and a sinfully hot ménage a trois. It may cause heart palpitations, S.O.S. calls to your better half, and all kinds of 911 emergencies. Keeping the A/C on at all times is highly recommended while reading!
Enjoy the following excerpt for Color My Heart:
Ignoring the conversation around him, Billy watched Hannah as she laughed over something Lance said. He could hear her rich, throaty laugh all the way across the patio and he suspected she’d intended it that way. He sat on one of the foldout chairs across the lawn, his drink untouched over his knee, a hand curled around it.
Every time Lance brushed her arm or bent to touch her waist, Hannah kept stealing glances his way—as if to check if he was watching.
Hell yeah, Billy was watching.
And for a moment he felt like sending his chair flying high into the air—in Lance’s direction.
Hannah had asked him to act normal at the party, friendly, so Billy had stayed away. He’d figured he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her, so distance had seemed the wiser choice. And here he was, sitting like a trained little dog waiting for a sign to go fetch.
The thought made him grunt.
Her obsession about people not knowing about them bordered on the insane. And now, hell, now she was coming on to Lance. Right in front of Billy. Evoking a million spirals of emotions inside him, none of them welcome. Much less pleasant.
Billy wasn’t stupid.
He knew she’d been hurt.
He knew she was trying to get over some heartless bastard and move on with her life.
He could see the anger that lingered inside her in each of her paintings, but he could also see, feel, her passion.
What they had between them wasn’t normal. It was sizzling hot chemistry and more. Her reluctance to embrace it, to admit that what they had was the kind of thing a million people waited a lifetime for, was driving Billy crazy.
He couldn’t quite make out the way she made him feel, but he’d never felt this way before. He ached to hold her, protect her, make love to her—not just fuck her. He’d had her so many times he’d lost count. And yet each time he did, he wanted more. All of her, all the time.
At work, Billy usually found himself daydreaming about her, anxious for the clock to move the little hand to the six, the large hand to the twelve, so he could get off and finally get to see her.
But Hannah was so guarded, spoke so little about herself. Maybe at one point in his life, more than one woman had annoyed the hell out of Billy by going on and on about what she needed, how everyone including her parents had failed to give it to her, etcetera, etc
etera, etcetera. But where Hannah was concerned, Billy wanted—no, craved with every fiber in his being—to know more.
He wanted to know whose pictures had occupied the empty photo frames in her living room. He wanted to know who’d inspired her to paint that blinding, violent masterpiece he’d seen yesterday. He wanted to know why she’d let Billy inside her body, but not her mind, her heart.
He wanted to know her, damn it!
This arrangement sucked.
“This is just sex, occasional, no-strings, and certainly no involvement beyond,” she’d said that second time they’d “bumped into each other”.
“That’s fine by me,” Billy had said. And it had been fine—for like five days. Now it wasn’t fine. Nope. It was not fine at all.
And the message Hannah was getting across wasn’t very heartening. She was flirting with Lance, leaning close to him, whispering into his ear, right in Billy’s line of vision. And as much as Billy hated watching her, his cock felt like a baseball bat. His balls were heavy, an aching pain inside his underwear.
He narrowed his eyes, bile rising up his throat. She was trying to drive him away. Trying to show him they didn’t mean anything. He didn’t mean anything. Of course.
Clenching his jaw together, he rose to his feet and set his drink down on the chair seat. Damned if he was going to sit here all evening watching her. Damned if she thought she could drive him away. And damned if she wasn’t asking for it.
He wound his way across the lawn, ignoring a string of salutes and inquisitive gazes as he headed for her.
Now Lance chuckled over something she said and Billy seized the moment to draw up behind her. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he murmured into her ear, cupping her hips and letting her feel his erection—the erection she had given him. “You’re trying to make me jealous, drive me away, aren’t you?”
She’d gone stiff. Mute.
Well, good. Because he wasn’t through talking.
He grazed her earlobe, his voice but a whisper. “Guess what, Hannah? I am so hot for you I’m near bursting. Even if you go on and fuck him, I’m still not going anywhere.” He pressed a wet kiss to her ear, his lips lingering against the delicate shell of her earlobe. “I’m in for the long haul.”
“Billy, please, not here.”
He barely heard the words; she spoke so low.
“Not here? Are you afraid of a show, Hannah? You’re doing fine all by yourself—you’re so hot you’d come now if I touched you, wouldn’t you? It excites you…my watching you.”
“Yes.”
A shudder coursed through Billy at that breathy word, lust tightening his muscles. “Ask him up to your room.”
“No, I—”
“Look at the front of his pants, sweetheart. He’s hard for you. You’ve been working him all night. I’ll bet if I stick my hand under your dress right now, you’d be wet as a seal. You want to fuck him. You want to see if he can make you feel what I do, don’t you? You want to try someone else, see if he does anything for you?”
“Yes, yes, all right, I do!”
He can run, but he can’t hide
Reckless
© 2008 Maya Banks
A Red Hot Summer story.
Sheriff J.T. Summers promised to keep an eye on his best friend’s little sister. What could possibly go wrong? A lot. “Little” Nikki Durant isn’t so little anymore. She’s sex on a stick, and she’s pointed right at him.
Nikki has always loved J.T., and she’s through waiting for him to come around. The soaring summer temperature is nothing compared to the heat generated when she sets fire to his senses. With a take-no-prisoners attitude, she’s out to get her man. But no matter how many ways she offers it, J.T.’s not buying.
What’s it going to take to get him to realize her love for him isn’t a passing fling? Get herself arrested? Hmm…
Warning: This title contains one very frustrated hunky sheriff, one very determined heroine, sex by the pool, sex in the office, and yes, they do make it to the bed. Eventually.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Reckless:
J.T. pulled to a stop in front of the ranch and wiped the sweat from his brow. He couldn’t wait to jump in the pool. There weren’t too many safe places left in Barley for him to hide, but he was safe here.
He climbed out and strode to the house in his swim trunks, flip-flops and T-shirt. He knocked then rang the bell, but when no one answered, he opened the door and let himself in. Jasmine had said they might not be here. Which was fine with him. He could use the alone time to work off some serious sexual frustration.
He made his way through the living room and to the glass patio doors. Beyond, the pool shimmered a sparkling blue, and he nearly groaned as he imagined how nice it was going to feel to immerse himself in its coolness.
He shut the door behind him, kicked off his flip-flops and made a beeline for the deep end. But when he got there, his gaze drifted to the lawn chair situated just a foot from the diving board. And to the beautiful, naked woman stretched out, sunbathing.
Fuck me. Fuck him. Fuck a duck.
Nikki was laid out, butt-ass naked, her gorgeous tanned skin glistening in the sun. There wasn’t an inch of pale skin anywhere on her, which told him she was no stranger to tanning in the nude.
Her slender legs were slightly bent at the knees and parted, just enough to give him a prime glance at her pussy. He groaned. Dear God, this was so unfair.
His gaze drifted higher to her trim waist and the diamond teardrop ring at her belly button. It glittered in the sun and lay in the hollow of her taut belly. Then he settled on her pert breasts. Perfect. Just fucking perfect. Not too large but not small by any means. Just big enough that they stood erect. Not a bit of sag. If he didn’t know better, he’d say they were fake, but he’d been up close and personal, and they were way too soft, too fleshy to be silicone.
Her nipples were dark, maybe from tanning, but they were mouthwateringly erect. Brown, darker than her skin. Puckered and pointed. He closed his eyes and tried to stop the inevitable meltdown.
“I expected you a half hour ago,” she said lazily.
His eyes flew open to see her watching him with hazy contentment.
Jasmine. Hell. He’d been royally set up and screwed. So much for friendship. Damn women stuck together like thieves.
“I’ll just be going,” he muttered. How the hell was he supposed to go for a swim with a woody the size of a tree trunk and her lying in the sun gloriously naked?
“Coward,” she said bluntly.
He blinked. “Excuse me?”
She sat up, and he couldn’t help but watch the way her breasts swayed with her motion. Or the way he’d caught the most spectacular glimpse of her pussy when she’d spread her legs to put her feet down on either side of the lounger.
She pushed herself up and walked to where he stood. His tongue flipped and tied itself into about thirty knots. He was so going to hell for this.
“You. Are. A. Coward,” she said as she jabbed a finger into his chest.
Before he could react, push her away or whimper like a girl, she slipped her hands down to his crotch and cupped him through the fabric of his swim trunks. Busted. He was so completely busted. There was no hiding that kind of erection from her.
She glanced up at him, her eyes glinting in satisfaction. Then she worked her hands underneath the legs of his shorts, and he sucked in his breath as she found his balls.
“Close your eyes, J.T.,” she said in her sweet, husky voice. “Work with me for a second.”
Despite his vow to resist her at every turn, he found himself closing his eyes as her fingers kneaded his sac. Jesus that felt good.
“Now imagine this. It’s hot. You head to the pool for a swim. Only when you get there, you see a woman sunbathing in the buff. She’s attractive. You wouldn’t mind getting some of her ass.”
J.T. frowned. He didn’t like where she was going with this, even if she was dead-on.
“The woman
opens her eyes, and she sees this really gorgeous man staring at her. The man can see she wants him too. She gets up, and he watches her breasts. Imagines what they’d taste like. She’s imagining his mouth around her nipples, and she wants him. God, she wants him.”
J.T. clenched his fists at his sides as her fingers brushed lightly over his dick.
Her voice lowered to a whisper. “She walks over, wanting to touch him, needing him to touch her. She runs her hands up his trunks and feels his balls, so big and tight. And then his cock. Like an iron bar. So hard. So rigid. And she begins to fantasize about taking him inside her.”
His chest swelled until he feared exploding. He’d never been so thoroughly seduced by a woman’s voice before.
“Do you know what she does next?”
“No,” he croaked. But he wished. Man, he wished.
She pulled at his trunks, sliding them down his legs until his dick sprang free of the waistband. She knelt on the hard concrete and cupped him in her hands. Her mouth was close, so damn close he could feel her breath over the crown of his dick.
“She takes him in her mouth,” she said just before her lips closed around him.
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