Unwound

by Lorelei James

  “What? This?” He zeroed in on the sensitive section of skin between her collarbone and shoulder that made her squirm, made her wet, made her moan.

  When she called out his name, it came out on a long wail.

  “Tell me to stop.”

  “I can’t! You know I can’t.”

  “Because you want this.”

  Amery angled her cheek into his. “I always want you. It makes me crazy when I see other women wanting you too.”

  Ronin took her mouth hungrily, giving her every ounce of passion she brought out in him. He eased back, looking into her lust-glazed eyes as he brushed whisper-soft kisses across her lips. “Crow’s Nest. Now. The penthouse is too goddamn far away.”

  She swallowed hard and nodded.

  He stepped back and she tried to duck past him, but he snagged her upper arm. “Stairs.” He didn’t touch her at all as they left the conference room.

  Inside the stairwell, Ronin pushed her against the wall, sliding his leg between hers so she rode his thigh. Then he slipped his hands underneath her shirt, letting his thumbs sweep across the arc of her rib cage. “Undo the buttons.”

  Her hands shook as she unbuttoned her blouse.

  As soon as she’d exposed her camisole, he lowered his head and dragged his mouth over the mounded flesh spilling from the white lace. Her skin was so soft. So warm. Smelled so fucking sweet, like cherries, that he wanted to take a big bite. So he did. Sinking his teeth into her flesh and sucking hard.

  Amery’s head fell back, and she groaned.

  “Someday I’ll tie you to my bed and leave these marks everywhere. I want you to see that every part of you is mine.”

  “Are you trying to make me come before that big cock of yours is inside me?”

  “No, baby, just stating a fact.” He dipped his tongue beneath the lace, trying to reach her nipple.

  Then her fingers were there, pulling the stretchy fabric aside. “Suck hard. Make me feel how much you want me.”

  Goddamn he loved this woman. He circled the rigid point with his tongue. Then he nipped just the tip hard enough that she released a sharp gasp. He suckled the hot flesh strongly, drawing as much as possible into his mouth.

  “You’re gonna make me come,” she panted.

  “Not. Yet.” He removed his hands and straightened her blouse. “Stop tempting me.”

  “Then stop stalling.”

  Grabbing her hand, he towed her down the stairs to the first floor. The door to the Crow’s Nest locked only from the inside, so as soon as they were in, he locked the door. He turned and hauled Amery against him, kissing her crazily while his fingers worked the button and zipper of her skirt. “Off.”

  Amery’s blouse fluttered to the floor and she kicked off her shoes.

  Ronin shucked his gi pants. He stroked his cock, watching as Amery shed her skirt and panties. “Are you wet?”

  “With the way you’ve been using that dirty mouth on me? I’m dripping.”

  He clamped his hands on her ass and lifted her, pressing her back against the brick wall. “Put me in you.”

  Her fingers circled the root, and she swirled the head of his cock around her wet entrance. “Say pretty please.”

  Ronin canted his hips and drove into her with one hard stroke. “I’m too impatient to say please. Holy fuck, woman, you are drenched.”

  “Stop being so chatty and fuck me.”

  Chatty? Jesus. Not even on his best day was he considered chatty and definitely not when he was balls deep inside this sexpot who made him so insane to have her he was fucking her in his dojo, for christsake. He never did that.

  “What are you muttering about?” she asked.

  “You.” He buried his lips in her neck. Keeping one hand on her ass, he moved the other beside her head for better leverage. “How goddamn much you own me.” He plowed into her, his cock withdrawing completely and slamming back into her hard.

  One of Amery’s hands was gripping his hair; the other clutched the back of his neck. “Grind more,” she panted. “Yes, like that.”

  Ronin flicked his tongue across the pulse point in her throat when he felt her legs tighten around his hips.

  “Harder.”

  “I won’t last long, if I start doing that.”

  “Do it.” Five more hard strokes and Amery detonated. Her pelvis grinding into his. Her fingers digging into his shoulder. Biting her lip to keep herself from crying out.

  Somehow he managed to keep focused on giving her what she needed rather than letting her orgasm pull him over the edge with her.

  A sigh, a full-body shudder, and then her soft lips brushed his damp forehead. “You fuck like a dream, man of mine.”

  Ronin would’ve laughed, but he was too goddamn close. “Lift your tank top; I’m coming on your belly.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because I’m eating my fill of this hot cunt after I’m done fucking you.” He rubbed his lips below her jaw. “I want you to look at yourself and know you’re sticky beneath your shirt, wearing my seed.”

  Amery’s fingers inched between their chests, and she maneuvered her camisole up while Ronin continued to pound into her.

  “Almost. Fuck!” When his shaft tightened from his cock to his balls, he pulled out and rubbed the length along her slit, angling up on every stroke so his cock head connected with her clit.

  When he started to come, he threw his head back as his cock jerked against her belly with every hard pulse.

  She yanked him to her for a voracious kiss. A hot clash of tongues, lips, and teeth. After a dizzying minute of her onslaught, he tried to break free, but she refused to release his mouth. With the kiss, she helped him slow his heart and respiration rate, breathing with him, letting their lips part for only a moment to change angles. Only when he’d regained his balance did she let him go.

  Amery nuzzled his temple. “Your semen was so hot when it marked me, but now it’s drying. Sticking to my skin.”

  A rumble of satisfaction filled his chest. He looked into her eyes. “I’m not done with you.”

  “Ah. Okay. What—eep!”

  Ronin pulled her away from the wall and carried her to the stairs that led to the observation deck. “You’ll need that yoga balance.” He set her on the fourth stair tread. “Hook your feet against the half-walls and rest on your elbows.”

  “You’re serious.”

  “About eating your pussy? Yes.” When she hesitated, he said, “Do it. Get your hips in the air and give me what I want.”

  Her eyes darkened. Yeah, his sexpot liked being bossed around.

  As soon as her feet were in place and she raised her hips, he scooped her soft buttocks into his hands, pulling her into a forty-five-degree angle, leaving her no choice but to balance on her elbows.

  “Ronin!”

  “What? You’re always worried about me putting too much pressure on my knee. This way I can stand and the pressure is on you.” The woman was such a visual fucking feast, wide open to him, her pussy wet and swollen. He lowered his head and licked her. One long, thorough swipe with the flat of his tongue. She tasted good. Like sex and woman. He pushed her hips up higher and met her gaze across the slope of her upper body. “Seeing my come still glistening on your belly turns me into a wild man, baby. So be warned.”

  He settled his mouth over that hot, slick flesh and tongued her clit until she came in a thigh-clenching, chest-heaving orgasm.

  “That’s one,” he whispered against the inside of her thigh. “One more.”

  “I can’t.”

  “I know you can.” Ronin backed off from direct contact. He pressed his lips to every inch of her bare mound; she’d gone full Brazilian last time. He nibbled her softest tissues. Teased her with his breath and the very tip of his tongue. He soothed the nip and scrape of his teeth with soft smooches. He licked every fold and swell, jamming his tongue in and coating his face with her juices. He backed away when she started to pump her groin into his face. Rubbing his five-o’clock sh
adow on her inner thighs as they trembled. Then sweeping his razor-stubbled chin across her clit just to test her reaction.

  Her hips nearly shot to the roof—good to know. He’d test her limits on that another time.

  Ronin switched his focus to her clit, suctioning his mouth to the plumped pearl, using his tongue until she arched harder and moaned his name.

  Her cunt pulsed against his mouth, and he swallowed every spasm, every bit of sweet slickness, growling against her soft tissues because he wanted more.

  “Ronin. Stop. I can’t hold this pose anymore.”

  He gently set her butt on the stairs before leaning forward and running his hands up the inside of her legs, from her ankles to the creases of her thighs. “Come on.”

  Amery still had that slightly vacant post-orgasmic look in her eyes. “Where are we going?”

  “Up,” was all he said. He lifted her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.

  “What are you doing? Your knee—”

  “Is fine.” He slapped her bare ass. “You should worry about my cock, because I’m still not done with you.”

  “You are insatiable.”

  Upon reaching the observation room, Ronin headed for the small desk. He swept everything off it before letting Amery slide down his body.

  He flipped her around onto her belly across the desk and hiked her hips in the air. He pushed between her thighs, his cock hitting her warm wet center on the first attempt, and he slowly slid inside her.

  Amery moaned. “You’re trying to break me.”

  Curling his fingers around her hips, he layered his chest to her back, wishing they were skin to skin. “No, I’m proving to you you’re the only one who gets me this fucking hard.” For a moment he stayed right there, inhaling the scent of her hair, and then he exhaled slowly, feeling her shudder beneath him as the air tickled her ear. “Not once in the ten years I’ve owned this dojo have I ever fucked a woman in it. Never. And I’m fucking you twice. So what does that say about you, baby?”

  “Oh god. You’re killing me with this, Ronin.”

  “Say. It.”

  “It says you love me. Just me. You want me. Just me.”

  “Goddamn right I do.” He pulled out of her pussy and eased back in. His cock wanted to hammer into her tight, wet heat, but he forced himself to go slow. To draw out the pleasure of this joining.

  She pushed up and turned her head, capturing his mouth. The angle was wrong, yet somehow, the glide of lips on lips was more erotic than an openmouthed tongue-thrusting kiss.

  When Amery squeezed his dick with those strong inner muscles, he moved faster until his orgasm blasted through him.

  The muffled sound of ki-yahs roused him from that other plane. He murmured, “I’m yours just as much as you’re mine,” before pulling out.

  Ronin half staggered back to her after picking up their clothes. She sat on the desk facing him, watching him. After they dressed, she snaked her arms around his waist and held on tight.

  As intense as the last half hour had been, it hadn’t escaped his notice that Amery still hadn’t admitted she loved him. But he did have some pride; he wouldn’t ask her.

  The intercom buzzed.

  He disentangled from her and reached for the handset. “What?”

  “Reminding you of the meeting,” Knox said. “Five minutes.”

  “Thanks. Be right there.”

  “What’s going on?” Amery asked him.

  “Meeting to discuss the upcoming event.”

  “Have you always spent this much time pushing paper?”

  “More than one might think. Why? Does the fact that I have to plan shit instead of using my fists take away from my manliness?”

  Amery laughed and jumped down to zip up her skirt. “You just fucked me twice and I came four times, so your manliness is not in question, Ronin Black. I asked because I don’t see you until the end of my workday, and you’re already into the physically demanding part of your job.”

  “Not lately.”

  Her gaze sharpened. “But you are taking it easy?”

  “Too easy.” He reached out and smoothed the pieces of her hair sticking up all over. “Sorry about the sex hair.”

  “No, you’re not. And you’re changing the subject.”

  Which he did again. “Sit in on the meeting with me.”

  “Why?”

  “You have great insight. Maybe you’ll pick up on something I’m missing. Some of my MMA instructors have been less than enthusiastic about this promotion company.”

  “Ronin, I don’t want to be that clingy girlfriend who horns in on everything.”

  “You’re not.” He kissed her. “You’re in my life. This is part of my life.”

  She set her hand on his cheek. “There’s more to it than that.”

  Again Ronin held back on telling her he felt useless in his own dojo. Being restricted to inactive status. Amery knew his limitations; she’d been babying him along as much as everyone else. He wanted her to see him in a take-charge business role, especially since all his instructors would be at this meeting. “So is that a no?”

  “I’ll sit in if it’s really what you want.”

  “I do.” He kissed her again, holding her head in place. He murmured, “But it’ll give me another hard-on, looking at you and knowing you’re wearing my seed beneath this prim-and-proper blouse.”

  “He says with a caveman growl.”

  He quit crowding her. “Let’s go.”

  Amery slipped on her shoes and fussed with his hair before they left the Crow’s Nest.

  He didn’t hold her hand as they headed down the short hallway. He felt Amery’s questioning look as he retreated into his Sensei Black persona, but she didn’t comment.

  “Before we go in, do I need to know who teaches what in the MMA classes?”

  “Deacon is the kickboxing leader. He studied Muay Thai for a few years. Fisher, who you’ve never met, is from a boxing family, and he was nationally ranked champion. He didn’t start training in jujitsu until two years ago, and he’s on the fence about MMA fighting. But he’s great at working boxing drills. Ito also has an advanced black belt in judo; he works with throws.”

  “And you? What’s your area of expertise?”

  Ronin punched the elevator button. “Submission holds. Getting out of holds. I’m usually the grappling partner. But I’ll admit it took me a while to get used to no-gi grappling.”

  Amery frowned. “What’s no-gi grappling?”

  Sometimes he forgot she hadn’t been around martial arts her whole life like he and his instructors had. “In jujitsu we train students to use the gi in fighting situations. It’s an added advantage to use your opponent’s lapels, or sleeves, or even the back of the gi for takedown techniques. It’s much easier throwing a guy to ground when he’s wearing clothes than when his chest is bare. But we do spend time on no-gi grappling in class.”

  Before they exited the elevator, Amery put her hand on his chest. “So the scratches I sometimes see on your chest?”

  “From grappling. Once in a while I’ll get a mark from a gi that looks like a rope burn.”

  She smiled. “I’ve dealt with the rope burn issue recently.”

  When they stepped into the hallway, several guys were loitering outside the closed door. “What’s going on?” Ronin asked Gil, Blue’s second in command.

  “Blue and Sophia are fighting. I tune them out because this is not unusual with them.”

  Great. Ronin knocked twice before opening the door. “You two about done? We’re ready to start.”

  “Of course,” Blue said. “Sophia was just—”

  “I’m not leaving, brother.”