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Branded as Trouble

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by Lorelei James

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  India stared at his erection and the slick spot the tip left above his navel. “Is that bad boy for me?”

  He ripped open a condom and rolled it on. “How about if we get your first one outta the way?” he said, reaching for the vibrator.

  A loud bzzzz reverberated as he cranked the vibrator on high.

  He placed the tip over the top of the piercing and left it there, keeping constant sensation on her clit.

  “Oh God, I might set the new speed record. ”

  “I could almost come from just lookin’ at you all tied up and listening to you make those sexy-ass noises. Let go, there’s plenty more. ”

  Sure enough, the continuous contact sent her into a fast orgasm. A quick throbbing that both eased her and left her hanging on the edge, wanting more.

  She’d barely caught her breath when Colt placed his mouth on the curve of her throat and sucked. He pulled the scarf back and forth between the rings so the silk constantly slid across her hardened nipples.

  Between his marauding mouth and the sensual slide of the material, chills broke out from her neck to her knees.

  Colt kept up the suckling kisses and erotic silken glide of the scarf, changing the pace at odd intervals by tugging gently on the silk, sending a spark of pain that immediately morphed into pleasure.

  She gasped.

  He chuckled and kept doing it. Again and again.

  When India couldn’t take any more, and felt the sticky warmth pooling between her thighs, she whispered, “Please. ”

  “Please what?”

  “Please make me come again. ”

  His cheek rubbed against hers; his breath tickled her ear.

  “You’ll come my way. It won’t be on my cock. Not yet. ”

  “I don’t care. I just need—”

  Colt took her mouth in a tongue-tangling kiss before that clever mouth moved down the center of her body. He scooted back on his belly until his face was on level with her mound.

  She looked at his dark hair as he flicked his tongue across the piercing. Her arms jerked in her bonds and her legs twitched with every fleeting lick. She noticed he’d twisted the ends of the scarf around the palm of his left hand. Her heart thumped when he turned the vibrator on.

  “Colt—”

  “Loosen up, sugar. ” He swirled the end of the vibrator around her opening in the same manner as his tongue circled her clit. Three things happened simultaneously: he slid the vibrator into her pussy, he sucked on her clit and he tugged on the scarf.

  India screamed.

  Never had all her erogenous zones been targeted simultaneously. Her body was electrified, merely a conduit for sexual pleasure.

  And Colt overwhelmed her with it. He fucked her with the vibrator, pressing the phallus against her pubic bone inside as he suckled her clit, then he’d slowly drag it out again.

  The intense stimulation had her grinding her sex into Colt’s face. He emitted a growling noise and continued driving her to the brink with his lips and tongue. She thrashed as much as the bonds would allow, the fabric burned her wrists and ankles, the sheets abraded her spine, but she didn’t care.

  Especially not when her orgasm broke free, reverberating in one long wave, as if every neuron in her brain sent a message to her body to tingle, explode and throb in unison.

  She was so bowled over she couldn’t scream. She couldn’t breathe. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She finally knew what the French meant when they called an orgasm a little death—she’d briefly experienced heaven.

  When the rhythmic pulses in her clit slowed, the vibrator disappeared.

  “Look at me. ”

  India opened her eyes to see Colt’s cheeks were flushed, his lips glistened with her juices and his eyes were heavy-lidded with desire.

  He ripped the scarves from her ankles, hiked her hips up, pressing the backs of her thighs to his chest. Aligning his cock to her pussy, he plunged in, his fingers tightened on her ass as he fucked her with abandon. “Jesus, you’re wet. ”

  “You have that effect on me. ”

  “Yeah? Your effect on me is I’m ready to blow. ”

  And he did, almost immediately. He was mesmerizing lost in his climax. She watched him, humbled by all this man freely gave to her—in bed and out.

  He untied her arms and legs and carefully unthreaded the scarf from the nipple rings. Rather than bringing her into his arms, Colt laid his head on her chest.

  India ran her fingers through his damp hair. “You okay?”

  “Never been better. ”

  She smiled. “Will you stay over?”

  “I’d like to, but I can’t because I have to be up early. ”

  No bullshit excuses, just the truth.

  “Too bad. I was gonna bake caramel rolls for breakfast. ”

  He snorted. “You don’t cook. ”

  “Does that bother you?”

  “Why should it?”

  “I don’t know. I’m not good at the sorts of things women around here are good at. ”

  “Such as?”

  “Ranch stuff. ” Wife stuff.

  Stop that, India.

  “Don’t matter. You’re good at all sorts of other things. ”

  “But I wanna learn…”

  “What?”

  “The normal stuff,” she blurted. “Will you teach me?”

  “Be my pleasure. ” Colt kissed the tip of her breast and then her mouth and hopped up.

  India watched him get dressed.

  He sat on the edge of the bed beside her. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Ladies’ choice, remember?”

  “I’ve already decided what we’re gonna do. ”

  “Yeah? What’s that?”

  “Two-step. ”

  “I’m hopin’ that’s a sex position we haven’t tried. ”

  “No. This is the normal stuff I’m talking about. I want you to teach me how to cowboy dance. In private, where no one can see my two left feet and my inability to keep time. ”

  Colt’s eyes searched hers. “Why do you wanna learn to dance?”

  “Don’t you love to dance?”

  “Well, yeah, but that don’t mean I expect you to take it up just to please me. ”

  “And if I want to please you, Colt? What then?”

  “Indy—”

  “Forget it. Stupid idea. ” She peered at her fingers gripping the edge of the sheet, feeling the sting of embarrassment. She never should have suggested—

  He tipped her chin up. “If you really wanna learn, I’d be honored to teach you. ” His thumb swept over her bottom lip. “You constantly surprise me, India Ellison. Goddamn. You have no idea how much I—” He kissed her with such emotion she felt a lump rising in her throat.

  “Sleep,” he said gruffly and left her staring after him.

  Three days later, Colt laid on his back staring at the wispy fabric draped above India’s bed. While relaxed from a round of fast and fun sex, and content to just be around India, naked or not, he was tired of looking at the back of his eyelids. He sighed.

  “Stop sighing like a teenage girl. ”

  “Are you done yet?”

  “No. ”

  “Can I move now?”

  “No. ”

  “I just wanna peek at what you’re doin’. ”

  “No. ”

  “Please?”

  “Dammit, Colt, sit still. ”

  “I hope you’re drawin’ me with a really big dick. ”

  India peeked over the edge of the sketchpad at him. “You don’t need me to embellish that appendage, McKay. ”

  Colt grinned. “Now who’s the sweet talker?”

  “Besides, this isn’t a nude. You just happen to be nude as I’m sketching. Now, stop interrupting my artistic flow. ”

  “Fine. ” About thirty seconds later, he said, “Who’s gonna see this picture anyway? Because I don�
��t want it hanging in your tattoo shop. ”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll keep it away from the slavering masses of women who trail after you like lovesick puppies. ”

  “Only woman I want slavering and trailing after me, all lovesick, is you, sugar. ”

  No response. Scritch scratch. Scritch scratch. Scritch scratch.

  “This secretiveness ain’t givin’ me warm fuzzies about what you’re drawin’. ”

  “I’m not exactly the warm fuzzy type, Colt. Neither are you. ”

  “I know, which is another reason you need to show me because I wanna make sure you’re not drawin’ devil horns on me. I don’t know why you’re doin’ this. ”

  She looked at him again, a bit curiously. “I’ll tell you if you promise not to freak out. ”

  “No dice. I will freak out if the reason is embarrassing or lame. ”

  “Don’t you trust me?”

  He didn’t answer.

  India closed her eyes and sagged back into the pillows, clutching the sketchpad to her chest. A minute or so passed.

  “Indy?”

  “The real reason is…you’re beautiful. Men aren’t supposed to be, but you are. ” Her eyes opened and she stared at him with an intensity that fired his blood. “Your face, your body. God. Every single inch of you is…perfection. Sometimes the light hits you just so and it takes my breath away. I can’t believe you’re…”

  “What?”

  “Here. With me. ”

  Talk about taking his breath away. Colt rolled to his knees.

  “There’s no place I’d rather be. ”

  “Do you ever wonder…if we’ve wasted time not being together like this, before this?”

  “No. We can’t go back. Any time I spent with you, as your friend wasn’t wasted time. Our friendship is what got us to this point. And it’s what’ll get us to the next point. ”

  “The next point? What’s that?”

  Marriage. Babies. Happily ever after. One week into dating and India wasn’t ready to hear that yet, so he kept it light. “Where you show up naked at my house ready to do my bidding. ”

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