by Opal Carew
Someone came to stand beside him and he glanced down at the pretty redhead. “May I be of service to you tonight, Ian?” she asked.
“I’m not ready to play just yet, Leanne.” He smiled at her. “Thank you for the offer though.”
Why the hell did I turned her down?, he asked himself as he watched her walk away. She was exactly what he needed.
“Doesn’t she look delicious tonight,” Simon said from beside him.
Ian lifted his head from contemplating the top of his shoes and saw Ronnie Mack walk into the club, with Conner Bennett.
The ban on her class of trainees entering the club while it was open was lifted.
She’d still been debating with herself if she wanted to check it out or wait a couple of days when Conner had asked her if she was going to go.
Other than coffee with Ian a few nights earlier, Ronnie couldn’t remember the last time a guy had asked her out. And Conner was pretty sexy. Every time she saw him, he seemed more confident, and more attractive. So she figured why not?
They’d made a plan to meet at the club, and she’d arrived just as he pulled up on a Harley Softail. She’d climbed out of Delilah and walked over. “Never figured you for a Fat Boy,” she’d said.
He grinned, looking her over with a gleam in his unusual grey eyes. “Somehow I’m not surprised by you in a ’cuda.”
The ice had been broken and she was glad to be with someone her first night in the open club. The classes had been an education for sure, but nothing had really prepared her for what she saw when they walked in.
For some reason she’d thought private club meant small membership. Nope. It wasn’t even ten o’clock and the place was almost full. Full of people of all shapes, sizes and ages, not to mention levels of dress.
“Do you want a drink?”
She shook her head. “No, thanks.”
“You’ve never been to a BDSM club before have you?”
“Is it that obvious?”
He laughed. “Your eyes are a little wide. C’mon. Let’s check out the scenes.”
Conner reached for her hand, and she let him lead her deeper into the club. It wasn’t long before she was shocked. Not so much at the acts, but the fact people were doing them in public. Then again, they were in a private club. They passed a corner where one sub was restrained with rope and her Dom fucker her mouth energetically while another couple sat on the sofa nearby watching. Only they weren’t just watching, the woman was naked from the waist down and bouncing up and down on the guys cock as they watched. The next station had a guy with a professional bodybuilder’s muscles cuffed to the wall. A cage surrounded his cock and an older man was flogging the bodybuilders chest.
On and on they walked, Ronnie’s blood heating more and more with every station they stopped at. Conner checked in with her often, either explaining something or asking if it was something she’d be interested in. There was very little she wouldn’t be interested in trying with the right partner.
When Conner shifted them toward the dance floor and started to move their bodies together, she realized that he just might be that partner. He wasn’t Ian, but he was here. And judging by the way he felt against her, he was interested.
The song changed to something deeper, sexier, and Conner reached out, pulling her flush against his body. She looked into his eyes and moved with him, the slow burning fire in her gut spreading through her body at the desire in his gaze. His mouth tilted up at the corner and he spun her around. Strong hands moved lightly over her ribs and settled low on her hips, pulling her butt back against his hardness just as she spotted Ian and Simon watching them from the bar.
Chapter Six
He couldn’t do it.
He couldn’t pretend Ronnie was just another trainee. She wasn’t. Deep down he’d recognized that the minute he’d read her application, which is why he’d hesitated. From the first time he’d met her and he’d seen the anger, grief, and loneliness swirling in her big dark eyes, they’d had a connection. It was why he’d run from her when he was eighteen and hurting, and why he’d hesitated about letting her apply for the club.
But he wasn’t eighteen anymore, and he wasn’t going to hesitate anymore.
Setting his beer down on the bartop he picked up his duffle bag and strode toward the dance floor. She saw him coming. He knew it when her luscious lips made a nice round Oh! of surprise and she froze mid-dance. When he stopped at the edge of the floor, she frowned.
Ian stood there, waiting. He wasn’t going to go tear her out of another man’s arms. He wanted her to come to him. He wanted it more than he’d ever believed possible.
He watched as she turned her head and leaned into Conner. Her lips moved as she spoke to him, but her gaze never left Ian. Then she was moving again, coming to him, and he could breath again.
“You have a choice,” he said when she stopped in front of him. “Here, or my place.”
She didn’t even blink. “Your place.”
He held out his hand, and she placed hers in it. Neither of them spoke another word as they left the club. When they got to the parking lot and he led her to his car, she balked, and it was like a fist to the gut.
“I’m not leaving my car here,” she said.
He closed his eyes and breathed deep. Everything was okay, she wasn’t changing her mind. “I want you with me,” he said. “I’ll drive.”
Her eyebrows jumped. “Uh uh. Nobody drives Delilah but me.”
“Excuse me?”
“Uhmm.” The struggle was clear on her face. She wanted to please him, but she really really didn’t want to let him drive her car. Finally, she bit her lip, pulled the keys from the pocket of her sight little leather skirt, and held them out. “Okay, but she’s my baby. No one but me has driven her since the instant I saw her.”
Emotion burned in his throat. He folded her fingers back around the keys. “If it means that much to you, you can drive.”
She squealed and jumped into his arms. Arms that opened wide and caught her automatically. Chest to chest, groin to groin, he lowered his head and slanted his mouth over hers.
She opened instantly, welcoming him with everything she had. She tasted so good he would’ve stripped her down and fucked her on his car’s hood if Jim, one of Adam’s security guys, hadn’t tapped him on the shoulder.
“Take her home, Ian,” he said.
Not in the least embarrassed, Ian set Ronnie down and grinned. “That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”
He led her to the purple Barracuda that was parked in the next row and held out his hands for the keys. A pucker appeared between her brows, but she didn’t hesitate, she just handed them over. When he opened the door and handed her into the drivers seat she grinned at him in a way that lightened his heart. After opening his own door and climbing into the passenger seat he handed the keys to her, set his bag on the floor and told her his address.
They didn’t talk as she drove through the streets of L.A. and up into the Hollywood Hills, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. She wouldn’t call it comfortable either, though, because every time she shifted gears and her thighs rubbed together her blood ran just a little bit hotter. By the time they got to Ian’s condo, she was ready to go off and from the look of the bulge in Ian’s lap he was in the same shape.
He didn’t say anything, or touch her until after they were inside the building, and standing at his door. Then he hesitated. He turned to her, and her heart thumped against her ribs at the emotions he didn’t try to hide from her.
“You told me about you, and what you wanted. I feel it’s only fair to tell you where I stand before you enter my home.”
“Okay.”
He cupped her check in his hand, lightly stroking her skin with his thumb as he spoke softly, but firmly. “I don’t bring subs from the club to my home. For longer than I care to admit, I’ve only played in clubs, in situations where I could go into scenes knowing exactly what my limits were, and hers. It wasn’t always just about
sex, and even though I’ve been intimate with many of them, it’s never been about love. This, with you, it’s about love. It’s limitless. If you step through this door with me, there’s no going back for either of us.”
She couldn’t talk. Tears swam in her eyes and words stuck in her throat. Putting her hand on his, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed trembling lips to his for a second before stepping away. Looking right at him, she opened the door, and walked into his place backward.
Dark hunger swept over Ian’s face as he followed her in. He closed the door behind him, turning the lock deliberately. He dropped his back and prowled toward her as she kept moving deeper and deeper into his home. When she reached open space, she held out her arms. “I’m all in.”
With a growl he swept her up into his arms, slammed his mouth down on hers and carried her through the place. He took such complete control of her in that instant that she didn’t notice anything but the taste and texture of his mouth on hers until he put her on her feet again. Then she became aware of his hands moving over her body, going down her back and cupping her bare ass beneath her skirt, squeezing and pulling at her cheeks in a way that had her whimpering in need.
She arched into him, rubbing herself against the delicious ridge of his cock, hungry to be closer - to be naked with nothing between them but sweat.
Suddenly, he gripped a handful of her hair and tugged her head back, exposing her neck to his ravenous mouth.
“God, yes.” The moan slid from her as his teeth scraped along her jaw, leaving a blazing trail of fire. “More.”
He let go of her and stepped back. “Strip.”
She pulled her shirt off over her head, thankfull she’d gone braless, and toed off her boots at the same time. When she reached for the snap on her skirt she slowed because he’d done the same and she got her first good look at the man’s body. She’d known he had muscles, but the guy was cut. Her tongue tingled with the need to lick him all over as she pushed the leather of her skirt down her legs. Then she stood in front of him in nothing but a flimsy thong.
“Off,” he growled, the dark fire of raw lust in his eyes making her squirm. It was as if that fire went straight from his gaze into her bloodstream. Heat swept through her body, making her sex weep.
Ian stared at the woman in front of him and thanked God for bringing her back into his life. She was amazing, lithe and strong, but soft and womanly in all the right ways. He wasn’t surprised to see more colorful ink covering the right side of her ribs and torso. He wanted to trace his fingers over every inch of her artwork, until she was begging for him to take her.
Making her beg would have to wait though because his cock was almost burning with all the hot blood filling it.
“On the bed,” he ordered.
Ronnie scrambled up on to the king mattress and wiggled her ass at him with absolutely no shame. Quicker than she could blink, he reached out and smacked the target she’d given him. Her yelp echoed through the room, and his hand burned. She turned around, leaned back on her elbows, and spread her legs with a grin.
Fuck, he loved this woman.
He kicked off his shoes, shoved off his jeans, shoes and shorts in one swift move. “I’m going to fuck you hard now,” he said. “Then we’re going to make love. Then I’m gonna fuck you until we both fall asleep.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
His heart pounded and stood at the edge of the bed. He grabbed her ankles, and pulled her toward him.
She gasped, the sound making all the little hairs on his body stand on end. When her ass was at the edge of the bed, he wrapped her legs around his hips and bent forward, covering her mouth with his. They both moaned at the skin on naked skin contact.
The rigid tips of her breasts pressed against his chest, scraping against him as she writhed beneath him. He reached between them cupping those tiny mounds as he dragged his mouth from hers. Ripe red tips called to him and he answered by taking one in his mouth and pinching the other between thumb and finger until she moaned and arched up off the bed.
Ronnie’s thighs tightened around his waist as her hips lifted, and her wet pussy rubbed against his belly with every move. Her hands moved down and she grabbed his ass, her nails digging in as she squeezed, trying to pull him closer,
He knew as soon as he was inside her he was going to lose it so he bent his knees and rocked his body against hers, spreading her juices over his cock as it slid between her thick, wet folds and rubbed against her clit. He fought for control of his body and lost. The begging sounds she was making coupled with the hot juices coating his cock were too much to deny. Keeping a tight grip on the last thread of his control, Ian eased back and unwrapped her legs from around him.
“Tuck your heels beneath your butt and grab your ankles,” he said as he reached for his jeans and the condom in the pocket.
A second later he stared down at her wet welcoming slit and groaned. He put his hands on the bed and crawled between her spread thighs. Gazing into her eyes, he lined himself up at her entrance, and thrust home.
She cried out, her cunt convulsing around him and Ian fought not to come right then and there.
Burying his face in her neck he worked to control himself. Ronnie’s body wrapped around him, fitting him better than he ever could have imagined. So perfect. Her inner muscles spasmed, the shock of it rippling over his cock and up through to his own insides all the way to his heart. When he had some semblance of control he lifted his head and gazed into her eyes again, and began to move.
She was so tight, so hot, her greedy cunt sucking at him with each stroke. Her legs gripped his hips tighter and her hands scratched down his back sending jolts of hot, raw, pleasure ripping through him.
A long low moan of pleasure vibrated against his skin as he slammed into her again and again. Her insides tightened around his throbbing, pulsing cock hungrily, and he lost it.
His control broke and he growled, pumping faster and harder, burying himself so deep as he came that she’d never be rid of him.
They slept, and in the middle of the night when Ronnie rolled to the edge of the bed, Ian’s arm reached out and dragged her back to his side. “I’m never letting you go,” he mumbled.
She smiled down at the arm around her waist. He was everything she’d dreamt of.
This is just the start for Ronnie, Ian, and the other members of Overwatch. Be sure to look for Adam’s story, PRIMAL, releasing in October of 2014.
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