“I know.” With shaking hands, he used more slip knots on her wrists. Next, he tied her wrists to her ankles in position. This would leave her very little room for mobility. Every shift, every strain of a leg, each arch of her body would tighten the bonds around her breasts. That was his goal. He knew how sensitive those beauties were.
Completely vulnerable and exposed, she lay for him. He could do anything he wanted to her now. “Every time you struggle the ropes will tighten on your breasts.” He twitched her right nipple and then her left.
Kaycee squirmed, testing the bonds. A gasp rushed through her lips as the rope tightened on her swelled breasts. “Oh…”
“Does it hurt?” A huge weight settled in his chest. He wanted only to please her. Wanted only to feel worthy of her attention.
“No. Not really.” She moistened her lip. “I feel excited and scared.”
“Don’t be afraid.” He shifted down the bed so he could get between her legs. His head lowered, his tongue ran up the seam of her pussy. Over and over, he slurped up her juices. Reveled in the fact he’d caused her arousal.
With gentle teeth, he nibbled on her swelled clit.
Every one of her whimpers settled in his solar plexus. She’d climbed into his bed. Allowed him to tie her up. She trusted him. A tenderness he couldn’t control threatened to smoother him.
His tongue dove deep into her silken hole. Her muscles sucked at him. In and out, he thrust his tongue, gobbling up her cream as it flowed from her hot body.
Every one of her moans brought him closer to release.
Glutton, he ate her out until she screamed and thrashed in climax. At the tensing of her body, he used a thumb on her clit while he tongue-fucked her. Her inner muscles convulsed around his working tongue.
Breathing roughly, he lifted his head to see the bindings had tightened even more. They looked painful.
Miller shuddered, his prick heavy.
Her breasts had flushed. Her nipples stood straight up, fully extended.
Salivating, he rose up on his knees so he could tease her nipples.
She whimpered every time he used his tongue on the puckered flesh. He suckled one between his lips, and she screamed.
Immediately, he released her. “Does it hurt?”
“I think I’m going to die.”
“I’ll let you out.” Heart racing, he reached for the knife to cut her loose.
“No. Oh, God, don’t stop.” She whimpered as the circles grew smaller around her swelled breasts. “I’m going to die. But don’t stop.” The mounds of flesh looked like they’d hurt, but unless she wanted him to stop… Wanting to give her nothing but pleasure, he went back to enjoying her dripping pussy.
The sounds she made tore through him, knotted his muscles.
Using great care, he didn’t miss a drop of her cream as he bathed her slit, delved into her body. Teasing, he alternated from strumming her clit to working his tongue in and out of her clenching walls as deeply as possible.
Brutal need settled in his groin. Release hung there for his taking. He ignored the urgent need to come to focus completely on her pleasure. Her desires. Her needs.
On another cresting wave of pleasure, she cried in a hard climax. The slip knots strangled her breasts, causing deeper cries. Her body tensed and shook while he continued to suckle her clit.
“Take me, Miller!” Her cry caused his balls to draw up.
Looking up, he saw tears rolled down her face. Her mouth trembled as her body continued to convulse. Why did she cry?
He tried to clear his mind. To think. Her tears tore at him.
“Miller!”
Desperate for release, he pushed up on his knees and shoved himself into her caressing hole. She was wet and hot as her inner muscles gripped him fiercely.
Trembling set into his body. His mind numbed.
One, two, three fast thrusts, and he groaned. His body arched while his prick pulsed with streams of his come.
He whimpered at the feel of his still-hard prick. Her silken walls continued to clench around his buried muscle. He shook his head, tried to clear the heightened tide of lust. The pressure hadn’t lessened at all. He stayed buried in her willing body.
Shaking, he reached out for the knife. He cut first one side of the restraints, then the other to release her. “Miller!” She screamed as blood began to flow normally in her breasts again.
His hips arched.
Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
“Don’t cry.” A sledgehammer settled over his heart, made it nearly impossible to breathe.
When he finally got the loops off her breasts, she set about massaging the tortured globes.
He leaned over to brace his weight on his forearm. Gently, he wiped the tears from her cheek. “I didn’t mean to hurt you…”
“You didn’t.” Her arms went around his neck so she could kiss him. “You didn’t. I’ve never felt anything like it.” Her legs wrapped around his hips.
Still more tears pooled from her eyes, he could taste them in their kiss.
His already-constricted chest tightened. “Stop crying.” He didn’t know what was wrong. And the tears made it impossible for him to breathe.
“I missed you so much.”
He grunted. “We’ve been together nearly…”
“I missed this.” Her thighs clutched at his hips. “I missed you inside of me.”
Christ, he’d missed fucking her too.
She shook with emotion that threatened to undo him.
Slowly, he rolled his hips. “Sh, luv.”
“I love you, Miller.” Her mouth caught his in another kiss.
A deep groan rumbled from his throat. Emily had told him she’d loved him. She hadn’t. Denae had declared the same thing. But she’d cared for him no more than anyone would a mate. It couldn’t be…
“I love you so much.” Sweet lips teased his.
Miller shuddered. It’s the afterglow of the climax. Nothing more. Don’t even consider the possibility…
“Kaycee.” He couldn’t breathe. His chest hurt, his mind clouded.
He could only think of her words.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Pleasure. He wanted only to bring her pleasure. So much pleasure she’d never want out of his bed. The facts of his harsh life were pushed aside. His arms held her closer while he clasped her head in his palms. He took control of the kiss.
In quick movements, he rolled them over and sat up so she wound up impaled on his throbbing prick.
Her head dropped back.
You’re beautiful. So beautiful.
Moaning, she ground her pussy down on his buried length.
The sight of her swollen mouth, flushed face and breasts was the most erotic picture he’d ever seen.
Up and down, she rode his prick until his chest heaved as he fought back release. With his thumb, he worked her extended clit.
Panting, she shifted closer to kiss his shoulder and neck.
One-handed, he rocked her arse back and forth over him. Her body suddenly stiffened in climax. Her breath broke on a cry.
Grunting, Miller gave in and thrust up to join her in climax.
Kaycee lulled against him. “I love you.” Warm breath rushed across his skin.
Trembling, he held her close. He lay back to rest her full weight on him. His prick stayed in place while tiny convulsions still clenched at her inner muscles.
Oh, Kaycee. Exhausted, he closed his eyes, tried to calm his heart rate.
It wasn’t long before he noted her slow, even breathing telling him that she slept. Gently, he caressed the soft skin of her back until the lethargy claimed him too.
Chapter Twelve
Miller came to slowly, recognizing Kaycee’s weight still rested on him. He hadn’t known it was possible to sleep joined as they were. But unfortunately, he also needed to take a piss.
His mouth compressed in concern. His prick was still inside
her. Trying not to wake her, he eased them over so he could detangle himself from her body.
She whimpered in her sleep and rolled over to face the opposite side.
“Shh, luv.” Alarm bells went off when he found no condom on his prick or on the bed. Mouth dry, he peeked down at her pussy. Could it have come off?
Christ, how had he fallen asleep like that?
Because dumbarse, you’re not used to good things.
Heart hammering, he glanced over the side of the bed. Nothing was there. No condom. Worse, he didn’t see a wrapper.
Oh, bugger me.
Bloody fuck, no.
He’d fucking used a condom. He had to have. He always used a condom. Not once in his past had he ever failed to use one. Not once. No way had he endangered Kaycee in such a way.
I love you, Miller
She trusted me.
Oh, fuck. His stomach pitched. He’d never lost control like that in his life.
Fuck no.
Fuck no.
Fuck no.
“Bugger me.”
How could I have been so completely careless?
He rolled to sit on the edge of the bed. From over his shoulder, he saw that she still slept.
Christ, how do I tell her of my dumbarse move?
“Fuck.” For a moment, he dropped his head into his sweaty hands. The possibility was slim he’d gotten her pregnant. Very slim. And he’d never lose control like that again. Not ever again. But he worried over how Kaycee’d take his slip in control.
They’d only just hooked up again. He didn’t want any more distance between them. Not until she had to go back to America.
I love you, Miller.
Her declaration vibrated in his head. Nothing had ever affected him the way her words had. He didn’t want to jeopardize that. But he had to tell her once she woke.
After he wiped the sweat from his hands, he went and took a leak before putting his jeans on. He covered Kaycee up with a sheet and headed into the kitchen. The day had slipped away while they’d slept. They needed to eat.
There was no way to ignore his mum who sat at the kitchen table doing crossword puzzles, but he tried.
He collected pieces of bread before going to the fridge where he took sliced meat, cheese and apples out.
“Well, Miller Eugene.”
His back stiffened at the use of his middle name.
“I never thought I’d have to say this to you.”
“Then don’t.” His lips thinned out.
“Women are meant for more than a man’s sexual gratification.”
Bloody hell. How many times had she said that to Ethan? To Cohen? “Mum.” He didn’t look at her. Instead, he made three sandwiches. And ate one while he stood there.
“We’re not children.”
“You’ll need to do right by her.”
His mum’s words set Kaycee’s echoing in his head. I love you, Miller.
“Fornicating in my home…”
“Mum, I didn’t mean for you to…” He trailed off to start again. “I apologize for what you had to witness earlier.”
This was the first time he and his mum hadn’t seen eye-to-eye. Sometimes he forgot this wasn’t his house. It wasn’t his house, but it was his home. Several times since his dad’s death he’d asked her if she wanted him to move out. To build his own home. Every time she’d said no. Been adamant about him staying on.
He cleaned the apples. Grabbed two water bottles from the refrigerator. Balancing the apples and sandwiches on a plate, he faced his mum. “But this is my home too. You have my word there won’t be a repeat performance.”
A sigh escaped his mum’s compressed lips.
Without another word, he went back to his room. His breath caught at the sight of Kaycee still sleeping in his bed. His prick swelled, filling out the front of the jeans he wore. Half tempted to let her sleep, he set the food and drinks on the dresser before easing down on the bed.
Gently, he kissed her exposed shoulder and neck. “Luv.”
“Hmm.”
“I brought something to eat.” His lips teased the delicate skin below her ear.
“Oh, I like when you do that.”
Reluctant to kill the mood, he teased her neck and shoulders until his prick throbbed in need. Groaning, he pulled away. He couldn’t fuck her before telling her what had happened. What he’d done. He cleared his throat. “I need to talk to you.”
“What about?” She rolled over, her gray gaze curious. Immediately, her demeanor changed. Sitting up, she clutched the sheet to cover her breasts. “What’s wrong?”
He got off the bed to walk to the window. This was one of those rare times in his life where he wished he could get a free pass out of something. He didn’t want to tell Kaycee what he’d done.
Fuck.
Turning back, he watched her pulling on some jeans. She’d already put on a shirt. What the hell?
“I don’t like how you’re acting.” She brushed her hair away from her face. “I didn’t want to be naked if…if you break things off.” She waved a hand. “I’m ready.”
“What? Break what off?” He stalked to her side, causing her to back up.
“Look, I know you’re probably upset about what I said…” She took another step away.
I love you, Miller.
“I’m impulsive most of the time.” Her face flushed.
His teeth clenched. “Are you saying you didn’t mean it?” The fact neither of them spoke the words didn’t escape him.
“Oh, uh, no.” Her gaze wouldn’t meet his. “I meant it.”
The sledgehammer was back over his heart. He could barely breathe. Was it possible she meant it? Emily hadn’t. Denae hadn’t.
No. It wasn’t possible. It was bloody impossible.
Good things didn’t happen to him. Life lessons since childhood had taught him that much.
“I just didn’t mean to say it.” Arms folded over her breasts she wandered over to the window where he’d been standing moments ago. “My mind was blown, thoroughly undone. What you did to me… I’ve never acted that way, never experienced anything like that.” The flush deepened on her cheeks.
Eh, he’d tied her up and fucked her brainless. It’d been a first for him too. The experience ranked up there with her sucking him off in the birdie. His prick thickened once more. But there was no denying each time he’d fucked her had lingered in his mind. There was no getting enough of her. Every time was damn good. He swallowed.
“I thought I was going to die.”
His balls drew up. He’d been pretty damn sure a heart attack was going to kill him.
“Anyway, I know this is just a casual thing until I leave.”
Until I leave.
Bloody fuck. That was somewhere he didn’t want to go. He raked a hand through his hair and joined her at the window.
“Anyway, being impulsive is my worst trait.” Gray eyes locked on his. “You have any faults, Miller?”
Right off none came to mind. Though his brothers could probably list a string of them. But now he had a mistake to deal with. “Kaycee, I didn’t use a condom.”
Oh… Kaycee sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. He hadn’t used protection. Thankfully, pregnancy wasn’t a worry now.
Surprised, her foot took to swinging. Miller hadn’t used a condom.
He sat beside her, his legs braced wide apart. His hands dropped between his legs where he entwined his fingers together. “Did you hear me, luv?”
She should be upset. Really, really upset. But she wasn’t. He hadn’t used protection. She’d had the most beautiful sexual experience of her life. And now she was sure Miller had been right there with her. How completely out of character for him to lose control.
“Kaycee, I’m damn sorry.”
Her head came up. “You said you were clean.”
“Eh, I swear I’m clean.” His throat worked. “That was the only time in my life I wasn’t safe.” He ran a hand through his hair and clas
ped his hands together. “I swear it won’t happen again.”
His arm went around her shoulders. His fingers caressed her arm. Her hand settled over her tummy. He hadn’t used a condom. Still surprised, she whimpered. Miller had lost complete and utter control. The thought sent a thrill through her. Though she tried not to read anything into it, for a man like Miller to lose control she had to have affected him. What they’d been doing had affected him.
Earlier on the plane, he’d been close. She’d sucked him off three times before he’d ordered her to stop. She’d wanted to push him, but under the circumstances, she hadn’t dared.
But today on the bed, she hadn’t done anything other than enjoy the soul-consuming bliss he’d given her. She’d never been so wanton in her life.
“Look, Kaycee, if you’re pregnant, I’ll marry you.”
Her breath caught. The thrill quickly faded. “No.” She shook her head. “No, you won’t, Miller.” She lifted her chin.
“Yank.” His teeth came together.
Agitated she stood. “I’m not going to marry anyone who doesn’t love me, who isn’t in love with me. There’s no need. Back home, I can support two on the income my career would provide.” Sure, it’d be tight. But her mom and sister would be there. She shrugged. “There’s no need to talk about this. The timing wasn’t right. I keep careful track of my cycles.”
He followed her. Doubt shown on the lines of his face, in his gaze.
She collected her calendar from her bag to show him. “See, I had my period before we met.” Her face flushed at the sight of Miller’s name written on her calendar, showing the date they’d met. “Each month, a woman’s body provides a tiny window to get pregnant.” This hadn’t been hers. It hadn’t. With her index finger, she counted over from the first day of her period. “One, two, three.” Her finger slowed when she hit “…ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.” Oh, that can’t be right. That was cutting it way close. Again, she started from the first day of her period.
Heart in her throat, she whispered, “fourteen.” A woman’s body ovulated ten to fourteen days after the first day she started her period. It was a tiny window in the scheme of things. The probability was very, very small. Especially after what she’d gone through with Doug. After losing Ginger. Besides, this was the fourteenth day. The tail end of the cycle. No real need to worry.
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