Through the curls of mist, Britt allowed her gaze to meet his. They grew dark, the wolfman once again caging his prey. Lust swam in their depths, and she fed on that hunger as he climbed in, the tanned, corded predator, and settled at her left.
He went right to work nuzzling her neck and she caught his heated, musky scent. Her head rolled back and fell against the lip of the pool. Britt stared up at the stars, welcoming the sensation of abandonment and trust, letting the slow roll of lust in her abdomen sever the ties of what inhibitions she had left.
“You need someone to be in control.” His lips dragged over the flesh of her neck. His arm slid behind her, spun her around to face him and pulled her over on top of him. “Just for a time, to force you to let loose of those hang-ups.”
Diego draped her legs on either side of his hips. Her pussy grazed his rod. It stirred the fires in her loins, kindling tiny flames that warmed her lower stomach. He gripped her hips, scooted to his right and settled in front of the corner post of the pergola’s frame.
When she started to lift her bound arms over his head to hook them around his neck, he said, “Uh-uh. The towel hook.” He jutted a thumb over his shoulder. “Turn around, lift your arms up and back and hook the cuffs there.”
Britt’s gaze rose. She hadn’t noticed the brass hook before now. It glimmered by the pool’s muted light, secured low against the heavy cedar post. She understood his intent now, and a muffled moan tore from between her parted lips. The hook was positioned far enough from the edge of the hot tub to make her stretch, yet low enough to keep her body half-submerged and within his grasp.
A wild twinkle lit his eyes. “Do it now.”
She planted her knees on the underwater seat and wiggled around, turning so her bottom rested on his lap. His erection brushed her ass and stirred nerve endings she didn’t know existed. She heard his sharp intake of breath. He sighed, burying his face in her hair and molding her back to his chest.
“Mmmm, you smell delicious. I can’t wait to devour every inch of you.”
She couldn’t stand it anymore. “Diego, please. I need you inside me.”
The quiver that vibrated through his body at her words told her all she needed to know. She may be the restrained one in this little game he played with her, but she detected she held a female power over him, and she intended to use it to get what she wanted.
He spanned his hands around her waist, scooted away from the post and lifted her so her body stretched buoyant over the water’s surface above his lap. “Reach up and hook the cuff’s chain on the towel rack.”
Ah, a little creativity. Something not in the pictures.
She stretched her arms above her head and secured herself as he demanded while he continued to hold her body parallel just below the water’s surface. Above her the stars winked, and just over her shoulder, the storm continued to brew out to sea. He shifted and she now lay over one of his shoulders, her legs stretched in front of her. The whirling water pounded against the length of her body as a cool breeze blew in over her breasts, making her nipples harden into painful knots.
He circled her with his arms and cupped her breasts from below while his teeth made a nipping path from her shoulder to her waist. His breath bubbled as he went under water. Her head fell back and dangled between her arms when he clamped her left ass cheek between his teeth. His hands raced over her body, below the water’s surface, above the water, massaging and scraping his nails over her flesh. Her sodden hair dragged through the water, as soaked as her cunt.
His mouth moved lower, his hands holding her body up. The satin softness of lips explored behind her thighs, over the swell of her buttocks. Britt bit her lip and attempted to stifle the groan, but it exploded from her throat when he closed his mouth over her pussy.
“Oh god.” She pulled against the cuffs as she set her thighs on his shoulders. “Yes, yes,” she whispered.
He surfaced, his chin level with the water, just enough to lap his tongue over her clitoris. She reared up and ground her pussy against his mouth. Water sloshed as she rocked her pelvis toward his face. He seemed to know just what she wanted, tongue-fucking her, sending her closer to oblivion. She couldn’t resist and crossed her legs behind his head, holding him captive between her thighs.
Britt peered around one arm when he shifted in the water. His sculpted shoulders flexed and glistened by the pool’s light. He levered her hips higher, speared her deeper and swiped his tongue upward over her engorged clit. She cried out when he plunged three fingers into her vagina, finger-fucking her while he devoured her pussy.
“Diego…damn it, you’re going to make me come too soon.”
Her words made him growl and pump her harder, faster. She longed to be released so she could tangle her fingers in his thick hair and hold him captive against her core. But there was no stopping him, or the sensations he forced on her. She dragged in a lungful of sea air, held it when the edges of the orgasm reached for her. She barely noticed the discomfort around her wrists, instead gripping the chain and using it for leverage.
“Oh…” She focused on the heat at her back, the cool wetness across her chest, the way he controlled her, coaxing the climax nearer. Her breath quivered out on a moan. “Here I—Diego, I-I’m coming.”
Chapter Nine
Diego had never heard a sexier cry of release in his life or tasted such scrumptious pussy. The sweet flavor of her juices addicted him. He ate ravenously, lapping up every drop of cream. Her shaven folds reminded him of two narrow, satin-covered pillows cradling that tight vagina, while her clitoris—Jesus, it was as hard as his cock—felt like a smooth marble on his tongue.
He couldn’t wait to get inside her. Her vaginal muscles spasmed around his fingers as she came, and he could imagine that sticky passage sheathed around his cock. The orgasm made her body with its amazing curves and planes buck and writhe as she rode its energy. She forced out her final moan and went limp, her head lax between her arms, while the cascade of damp hair swirled in the water below her shoulders.
The shimmer of her wet flesh and upthrust bosom beneath the moonlight drew his eyes. He reached up and skimmed his hands over her abdomen, raced them up to cup her breasts. Goddamn, his cock throbbed like a son of bitch. With her wrists secured to the hook and her body stretched before him like a shrine, he thought the pictures hadn’t done her justice. To have her this way in person as opposed to the one-dimensional photos, there was just no comparison. He brushed his thumb over the deep-brown, raised area he’d first glimpsed in the snapshots. Even the heart-shaped mole on her hip had way more punch in the flesh.
Hell with it. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her, had to get inside that tight cunt. “Ahh, babe, you might be the one tied up, but let me tell you, you’ve got my heart imprisoned. I’m falling hard. Do you know how hot you look right now all strung up and at my mercy?”
She raised her head and stared down the length of her body at him, her eyes still glazed with passion. Her chest seesawed as she dragged in gulps of air. “Shh. No talking. Just do it. Give it to me now.”
“Give what to you? Say it.” He wanted to hear her begging him, the naughty words tumbling from between her kissable lips.
Her eyes snapped with impatience. She swallowed and said, “Your cock. Please. I want you inside me. I-I have to have it now. Just fuck me.”
“You enjoy giving yourself up this way, don’t you?” He shoved her legs off his shoulders so they splashed down into the water to straddle him. He yanked her toward him, ground his erection against her velvety pussy. “You might not’ve known it before meeting me, but I think you need this empowerment of being reined in and tended to. It frees you of your hang-ups. Don’t you think?”
“Yes, yes. Now for god’s sake, just fuck me.”
He chuckled, wrapped his arms around her and captured her lips with his. Diego tasted the remnants of wine when he plundered her mouth and held her head back by the hair.
She tugged against the cuffs and
clamped her legs around his waist in an attempt to guide his dick into her core. “Now. Please. I’m begging you,” she whimpered. “Stick it in.”
Diego gripped her hips and levered her up, aligning the swollen head of his shaft with her cleft. Then he slid inside her in one slow motion. Her tight walls closed around him, so hot and sticky it made his eyes roll back in his head. The breath shuddered in his lungs, caught and held. She let out a simultaneous sound that resembled a cat’s snarl. Her midriff quivered and he knew she fought the onslaught of another climax, trying her best to savor the coming bliss. Their gazes met, locked when they both stilled their movements. Her eyes glazed over and crossed just before she let out a trembling breath.
Her upstretched arms were slim, so feminine and silky smooth, and he longed for them to be free so she could wrap them around him. But there wouldn’t be time for that. Her hips moved in a sudden gyrating dance, stroking him, splashing the water around their bodies. She pulled against the restraint and moaned. She used the leverage to ride him, the toned muscles in her arms flexing with her efforts. Her muscles clamped tighter around his girth as she held him in the vise between her legs and pumped his cock with her pussy.
Tangled in passion, he hunched over and buried his face between her breasts. Her unique female scent wafted up to him, twined with the sharp aroma of chlorine. He couldn’t get deep enough inside her, couldn’t pound himself into her cunt fast enough. Diego gathered her close, arching her body up so he could cup one globe and close his mouth over a mist-coated nipple. He swiped the moisture away with his tongue, loving the mewls of pleasure it sent tumbling from her mouth. Combined with the sweet butter flavor of her sex still on his tongue, the hard pebble of it tasted like creamy candy.
He sucked and nipped even as he drove himself in and out of her. Water sloshed and splashed, and her cries carried out across the lawn to blend with the surf and the distant rumbles. The winds stirred damp wisps of hair, while through the triangle her arms formed, he caught a flicker of lightning out to sea. Thunder moved closer still, and he knew the storm would soon reach inland and clip his stretch of beach. He had to get her inside to safety soon, he knew, but his intuition told him this wouldn’t take more than thirty seconds.
They were both almost there.
“It feels so good. Come with me now,” she whispered.
He planted one knee on the underwater seat and wrapped both arms around her. Emotions he didn’t care to identify washed through him as the rapture took hold. She twitched and her pussy muscles started to spasm, jacking him off. “Ah yeah, fuck me, baby.”
They groaned together. Diego clamped his eyes shut and let the fire blaze through him as he emptied himself inside her. He floated down from his sexual high on a wave of tenderness and awe at what had just happened between them. It had been the single most incredible, most satisfying round of sex he’d ever had in his entire lifetime.
Her eyelids fluttered open. But she stiffened and drew in a clogged gasp. “Pink.”
At the panicked tone and her use of the safe word, his head popped up from where he’d had it buried in the crook of her neck. “What?”
“Pink.” She said it again, this time in a high, squeaky tone, one meant to warn. She stared in mortification over Diego’s shoulder. What she’d just done must have sunk in following the post-orgasm kick of reality. He’d wanted to slide into the oblivion of sexual aftermath, to continue to pet her and groan and taste her skin. But he hadn’t expected her to regret it so soon.
He kissed her cheek, the line of her jaw. “It’s okay. You were—”
“Pink, damn it. Oh god, Diego, let me loose.” Her words were forced out between clenched teeth as she rattled the cuffs, trying to pull herself free. She twisted her hips, kicked and dislodged him from inside her pussy.
“Britt, it’s okay. I’m not going to keep you chained up for the rest of your life. Relax.”
“I’m begging you…pink. Now.”
“Babe, what the hell’s wrong with you all of the sudden?”
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong.” He jolted at the sound of Carolyn’s snarling voice hurled at him from across the deck. He swiveled his head to see his ex-wife standing there with her arms folded, her blonde hair whipping in the wind and her dull eyes gleaming with hatred. “You’re rutting with that slut out in public. But then I don’t know why this surprises me. You always were such a selfish, reckless bastard.”
“Son of a bitch,” he said under his breath. “Carolyn, what the hell are you doing here?” He floated around so his body blocked Carolyn’s view of Britt’s strung-up form.
The angry tears started to fall. “When you didn’t answer your phone, I just knew it would be something like this. I just—”
“Goddamn it, will you just go around front long enough for me to get dressed?”
“Oh yeah, you can bet I will. The last thing I want to see is you naked again. You prick.” She whirled and marched down the stairs and out of sight.
“I’m sorry, Britt.” He unfastened the cuff chain from the towel hook, trudged through the swirling waters and hoisted himself out.
Britt buried her face in her linked hands. “Oh my god, find me the nearest hole to crawl in, would you? Who was that?”
“Sorry. Ex-wife. Carolyn makes it well known that I’m to mind my own business where she’s concerned, yet she seems to think she can pry into my life whenever the fuck she feels like it.” He located the key, leaned across the pool’s edge and removed the cuffs. “But don’t worry. I’m going to get rid of her, and I can promise you she won’t come back. Ever.”
Britt tossed the cuffs onto the deck with a clank. She started for the underwater stairs, the froth bubbling below her breasts. Her eyes were wide and round, like twin green marbles, her face flushed with a pink tinge of mortification. “Get me a towel. I’m going home,” she announced, never meeting his eyes.
He crossed to the patio cabinet set near the door and drew out two thick towels. Diego threw her one just as she rose from the water. He dried himself off as he studied her goddess-like form. So damn gorgeous.
“As I recall, you rode here with me.”
She dried herself with brisk strokes. Her eyes snapped up to his. “Do you know how humiliated I am, to be making love to you like that outdoors, and to have your ex-wife watching?” She jammed on her pants, hooked her bra. “I want to go home. Now.”
He scanned her body, so feminine in low-riding sweatpants and a white lacy bra. With the wind tossing her damp hair, he thought he’d never seen a more beautiful creature in the entire world. “Finish getting dressed. I’ll go get rid of her. Would you mind clearing up the dinner table while I’m gone, before the storm moves in? Then I’ll run you home. Okay?”
She drew the shirt over her head. “If you don’t make it quick, I’m hoofing it.” The words came out in a croak of anger.
He could understand her rage, but he’d be damned if he’d let her go home this way, thinking what they’d just done was wrong or out of the ordinary. He’d have his last say, and he’d do his best to convince her to see him again. But for now, he had to face his past, and he didn’t quite relish the stark contrast between Carolyn and what he’d just experienced with Britt.
Diego descended the deck stairs and followed the stone walk around to the front of the house. Carolyn had parked her white sports car behind his truck. The driver’s door stood wide open, the bell dinging and the engine idling. He’d purchased the vehicle for her after the accident.
To help her forget.
To help him forget.
He should have known nothing could make that kind of pain disappear so quickly. But he’d already hashed and rehashed the regret too many times, yet at the same time, the regret at how they’d lost their son would never fade.
Even in her mourning period, Carolyn had adored flaunting the finer things in life, and had fed on the envy she got from her coworkers when she’d pull into the hospital parking garage in the sporty car. Being nu
rse manager over an entire wing of staff had also fueled her ego. It was a wonder she was still able to separate her off-duty, alcoholic self from her barely functioning adult half. If she continued in this capacity much longer, he mused, approaching her where she paced near her car, she’d jeopardize her job.
But then, by Carolyn’s choice in the divorce, she was no longer his responsibility. He’d allowed his guilt to continue to look after her beyond the divorce, but it would have to stop eventually. Carolyn had a knack for pushing him away, yet reaching out to him with a neediness he couldn’t refuse for Tyler’s sake. She was his son’s mother, and Tyler, or the memory of him, needed her sober and happy. Hopefully, she’d realize it sooner than later.
Carolyn whirled, her eyes blazing with hatred. “You bastard.” She hurled a white wad of paper at him.
He threw up a hand and deflected it. “Shit. What now?”
“Look at it.” She jabbed a finger at the crumpled paper where it had landed at his feet. “Just take a good, long look.”
Weary, Diego knelt and snatched it up. As he spoke, he gripped the wad in his hand. “Look, you’re going to have to stop coming by unannounced. You wanted the divorce, you got it. Which means we lead separate lives now. Private lives.”
She must have just gotten off a twelve-hour day shift. She still wore her colorful nurses’ scrubs, the stethoscope dangling around her neck. It swung away from her chest when she planted her fists on her hips and leaned toward him. He’d never seen such hatred in her eyes before. They used to bathe him with so much passion and love, he’d never wanted to even look at another woman. But that had been so long ago it had become a vague memory.
It had been before Tyler.
“You son of a bitch. Private implies behind closed doors, not out on your damned deck for the whole fucking world to see. I guess I wasn’t good enough, huh? I wouldn’t give it to you kinky like that whore just did, so you moved on to one who would.”
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