A Few More Rules

by Dorothy F. Shaw

  Rig groaned and slid both hands down her back to her backside. “Permission to give you more.” He licked the nipple teasing his lips. “Permission to grab hold of the flesh of your ass and fuck into you so hard you scream my name.”

  “Like this?” She slammed down on him and Rig lost his breath on a groan.

  He gripped the round flesh of her ass. “Fuck yeah!”

  Bethany rose up and slammed back down again. “That hard enough? Or do you need it harder?”

  “Fuuuuuckkk!” Rig drew in a deep breath, and forced the orgasm climbing up his cock to settle. He wanted it harder but he was sure he wouldn’t last if she kept this up.

  She gripped his jaw with her slender fingers and tilted his head back. “How hard do you want it, sweet baby?”

  His breath slid out of him on a strangled growl as she impaled herself on his cock again, their skin slapping together in lust filled harmony. Rig gritted his teeth. “As hard as you want to give it to me, ma’am.”

  “Maybe I want you to beg.” Bethany nipped his bottom lip and changed her pace, shifting back to the slow and steady slide of her hips, rocking forward and back. But she reached behind her and cupped his balls in her palm and massaged them. “Maybe I want you to be so mindless with the need to come that you can barely articulate the words.”

  Panic bubbled, lodging like a bitter taste in the back of his throat. He was going to come. If she didn’t stop rubbing his sac and fucking him like she was, he was going to lose his fucking load like a teenage boy watching porn for the first time. “Fuck! Bethany! Please!”

  “Your cock is so hard I could just ride you at this nice, leisurely pace. Maybe not let you come at all.” Holding onto his shoulders, she threw her head back, rocking her pelvis at an absolutely frustrating pace. “Mmm… All. Night. Lonnnng. What do you—”

  Something snapped inside Rig. Maybe it was because she was taunting him. Or maybe it was simply because he needed to come because his dick was about to explode. Likely it was a combination of everything…but either way, he lost all control.

  Looping his arms around her tiny waist, Rig jerked away from the headboard and rolled them forward. Bethany let out a giggle-squeal when her back hit the mattress, and in the next instant, he was shuttling between her parted thighs like some sort of mindless animal—which was what she wanted, wasn’t it?

  Fine. It was exactly what he wanted too. He’d give Bethany everything she fucking wanted and more…

  With his face buried in the side of her neck, Rig pushed her knees up and apart, and fucked her hard and fast, driving as deep as he could into her tight channel. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass sent a bolt of lust through Rig so overwhelming, his dick jerked and he knew he’d spurted a little into the condom. “Fuuuuuckkk!”

  He’d pound her right through the goddamn mattress if that’s what it took to bring them both over the edge.

  “Colby! Yes, baby, yes!” Bethany dug her heels into his back as he shuttled in and out of her. All she could do was hold on, and at the moment, she was more than happy to do that. She’d pushed him, taunted him…and it’d been the right thing. Bethany needed to see how far she could take him before he finally gave in and lost control.

  Running her palms down his sweat-slick back, she found his tight, athletic ass and dug her fingers into the flesh. The tension in her lower belly grew and her clit throbbed, aching for just a little more contact…

  Colby rose up from her body, resting his weight on his fists planted in the mattress on each side of her head, and then changed the angle of his hips. The shift lined the head of his dick up with her G-spot, and as he thrust forward, he worked her clit with the front of his pelvis.

  He’d paid attention. He knew she needed this in order to come. Sweet God. Oh, my— “Yes, baby. Just like that.”

  Bethany gazed up at him in awe. His lips were drawn in a tight line. The muscle in his jaw ticked. The veins in his neck stood out in sharp relief from his skin. Her gaze traveled lower…the thin patch of hair on his chest was soaked with sweat. His abs were tight, also glistening with sweat, the perfect six-pack muscles only something you saw on magazine covers.

  He was an absolutely beautiful man.

  That was Bethany’s last thought as her orgasm overtook all thought, all reason, and her body arched in rapture. Too far gone in the sensations swamping her body from her pulsing clit and clenching pussy, she only barely registered the groan that morphed into a growl as Colby’s orgasm hit him. But then she felt his climax too.

  His thick cock jerked, over and over again inside her, spurting his release inside the condom. With each sharp twitch of his shaft, Bethany’s cunt clenched down around him and amplified her own waves of climax. It was endless. It was powerful. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced in her life.

  It was…perfection.

  Chapter Seven

  “I’ll be right back.” Rig shifted to Bethany’s side and then pushed himself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. As he did, his shoulder screamed in pain and he was unable to stifle the grunt that forced its way up and out of his mouth. Idiot! He took a moment to rotate his arm and rub the tight muscle and tendons surrounding the damaged joint.

  Bethany’s warm palm settled on his upper back. “You okay, baby?”

  He stiffened and stood as if her touch burned. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Wore me out, is all.” In an attempt to make light of the situation, he tossed a big smile at her over his shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.

  No reason for her to know how much he was hurting. He’d be fine. A couple of his prescription anti-inflammatory’s and some heat, he’d be right as rain in the morning. After taking care of the condom, he took the liberty of checking the medicine cabinet and under the sink because what woman didn’t have—bingo! Ibu’s would hold him over until he got home.

  Stepping back out to her bedroom, he found she’d arranged the pillows and bedding back into some semblance of order and was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest. He paused at the side of the bed. “You okay?”

  Bethany patted the spot on the mattress beside her. “Oh, I’m just fine. More worried about you and your shoulder though.”

  Rig climbed over her and settled where she’d directed him. “Told you. I’m fine.”

  As she looked at him, a little wrinkle formed between her brows. Apparently she wasn’t going to settle for the standard “I’m fine” answer. Rig let out a sigh and looked away from her penetrating stare. Didn’t it figure, after all the awesome sex, the last thing he wanted was a serious conversation about his damn shoulder injury, which would mean he’d have to talk about football and the mess his life became as a result of it.

  It didn’t matter one bit that earlier in the night, for reasons he still hadn’t figured out, Rig had wanted to tell Bethany the whole boo-hoo story. But now? Now he only wanted to lie beside her and listen to her talk, or twirl her hair around his fingers…and maybe get to listen to her breathe as she fell asleep.

  He didn’t want to go into his past.

  Football was ancient history. So was college. He was fine. His shoulder was livable. Life went on. End of story.

  She moved on the bed, getting into a kneeling position with her ass resting on her heels, so they were face to face. Her expression was serious, and he wasn’t sure, but she also looked a little angry. “Rule number 3—” She bent close, nose to nose, her lips a mere inch from his. “Do not ever lie to me again. Is that clear?”

  Everything inside Rig went still as a statue as he focused on the dark brown of her pupils. And then his mouth was moving before he gave an answer any thought. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Jesus, she was a lot like his boss, Badger with the “is that clear,” stuff. And also, she was about as alpha as Badger was too. That was the control she had over him. Not that he thought he couldn’t argue with her, he could. Maybe… His yielding was more for the fact that he knew there was no point in trying to argue; hell thinking abou
t it, maybe he couldn’t argue with her after all. Either way, she wasn’t wrong. The woman knew he was lying.

  He wasn’t fine.

  But letting all of the “not fine” out from the vault he’d hidden it in, was completely fucking terrifying. But more so, the bigger fear was that from the moment he’d met Bethany, all he wanted to do was confide it all in her.

  She was strong enough to carry it for him—even if only for a little while. It was the only logical reason why he was suddenly bursting at the seams to fill her in on the details.

  But what if she wasn’t? What if she thought he was a complete idiot for making the choice he did? Or worse, what if she thought he was a coward?

  This wasn’t some stupid childhood fairytale. People didn’t ride off into the sunset together and live all happily ever after. Especially people like him. How could he open up all of his old wounds to a total stranger on the stupid hunch that she’d heal them? Easy answer: he couldn’t.

  But Rig had a feeling Bethany was going to pry it out of him regardless of whether or not it was going to hurt. And regardless of the fact that in his mind, he was a complete idiot for making the choice he did, but worse, he was for sure, a fucking coward.

  “Glad we got that cleared up.” She gave him a soft kiss before pulling back and resting on her heels again. Whatever his story was, Colby had it locked up tight, and Bethany intended to find the key. She placed her palm on his shoulder. “Can I get you something for this? Ice? Heat, maybe?”

  As if he was embarrassed, or maybe ashamed, Colby cast his eyes down, and swiped at his bottom lip with his thumb. “Heat works best.”

  “Heating pad okay?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Okay then. Two sec’s.” Before hopping off the bed, she bent and pressed her lips to his shoulder. She found the heating pad in her linen closet, grabbed a couple of Ibuprofen for him along with a few more things. When she got back to the bedroom she held her palm out. “Take these.”

  The corner of his lip arched into a slight smirk. “Already took some.”

  Bethany tilted her head to the side. “Did you now.” She pursed her lips. “How many did you take?”

  “Just two.” He shrugged, then winced.

  Her heart fell for how much pain he might be in as worry filled her stomach like tepid water. She blew out a calming breath and reminded herself that even if he was hurting a bit, he was fine. He was breathing, talking, etcetera. “You can take up to eight-hundred milligrams at a time. Assuming you don’t have a sensitive stomach, you should be able to handle two more.”

  He took the pills from her, but instead of taking them as she’d directed, he stared at them in his palm. Giving him a moment to reconsider, Bethany went around to his side of the bed and plugged in the heating pad. “I brought some lavender oil. I’m going to massage you first then you can use the heating pad.”

  “Bethany, it’s not necessary. Really, it’s okay.”

  “I’m sure you believe it’s okay, especially since you just agreed that you would never lie to me again. So, I have no choice than to assume you believe the lie you’re telling yourself and thus me.”

  Looking up at her, his expression was one of a beaten man and her heart broke for him. But Bethany knew it wasn’t as a result of anything she’d done to him. On the contrary, whatever had beaten him down was like a poison in his system and she intended to draw it out. “Take the pills, Colby. I won’t tell you again. And then scoot forward so I can sit behind you.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Relief filled her lungs like a fresh breeze at his obedience, and as he washed the pills down with a gulp of water a sense of peace rushed in like a warm summer storm. The over the counter meds were no cure but they’d ease his pain a bit, she hoped.

  Settling behind him, she began to work the oil into the tight muscle of his shoulder. He moaned and sagged a bit, but relaxed as she continued. “I want to hear about it. And I know you don’t want to tell me all of it right now. But you need to tell me some. Okay?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Ma’am… She giggled. “Trying to suck up?”

  He glanced over his shoulder, one of his big smiles in place—this one appearing more genuine than the others. “Is it working?”

  “I’ll never tell.” She winked and continued with the massage. “Tell me about the shoulder, Colby.”

  He let out a deep sigh as if preparing himself…then another, before he finally answered. “I had a full scholarship to ASU. Third year in, my shoulder got wrecked so bad—” He shook his head and blew out another breath. “It ended the season for me. I had surgery, but it’s always a gamble. Its rare, but some players come back from it. Especially young ones. I didn’t.”

  “I’m sorry that happened to you. It must’ve been very painful, physically and emotionally” She shifted and helped him stretch his shoulder.

  He groaned but then settled again. “Feels like forever ago. Another life, one I’ll never live again.”

  “Obviously you stayed in the area. Didn’t go back home to your family. How many people in your life here know this about you?”

  “One.”

  “Only one, other than me?”

  “No, ma’am. One, including you.”

  Bethany bit her bottom lip and frowned. “I’m honored you decided to share it with me. But I’m also curious, why did you decide to tell me?”

  Keeping his back to Bethany, he placed his palm on top of her hands and stilled her massage. “I don’t know that I understand why. You asked, I guess, but more so, it just felt like I needed to.”

  “I see.” There wasn’t anything else to say. She was his Dominant. Plain and simple. Obviously he was deeply devastated over the injury—to the point where he’d kept all of it inside. Bethany wasn’t foolish enough to believe she could heal an emotional wound that big, but she hoped she’d relieved a little of the pressure from keeping it bottled up. She pressed a kiss to his hand and then slid from behind him. “Let’s get some rest.”

  After helping arrange the heating pad on his shoulder, she settled beneath the blankets next to him and listened as his breathing changed and he fell asleep.

  Colby had lost control with her tonight, and in doing so, he’d given himself over to her. His submission meant the world to Bethany. Whether or not he understood the gravity of his actions, or even if that was the reason he’d opened up and shared his pain with her, she wasn’t sure.

  Now it was beyond clear to Bethany what was happening between them. Yes, the sex was out of this world amazing, and some might argue that it couldn’t lead to more. Ordinarily, Bethany would agree.

  But this was different.

  Because Colby was different.

  And she was different with him.

  Maybe she was crazy, or too young to know better. Or maybe she was smart enough to know when she’d found “the one.” Without a doubt, Colby Jenkins was her one. In one night, like a missing key had been found, everything clicked into place for her and all the doorways had opened up. And it was because of him.

  Bethany fell asleep beside the man who’d changed her whole world—and thanked God for him. Hope filled her heart in anticipation that the morning would hold a new path for both of them to move forward on.

  Together.

  Chapter Eight

  Rig woke with the feel of Bethany’s warm body against his side. His shoulder had a dull ache in it and his body felt like he’d been at the gym for hours. After wiping the sleep from his eyes, he shifted to his side as carefully as he could, and then slid from the bed.

  The sun was barely up, and finding his clothes in the dim light of the morning hour wasn’t easy. When he did, he made his way to the bathroom and got dressed. Taking one last peek in her bedroom at her sleeping form, he left her apartment and headed out to his truck.

  And he didn’t look back. He couldn’t.

  His night with Bethany would forever be the best night of his life, and at the same time, it was
the most frightening emotional experience he’d ever had.

  Folding into the front seat of his pick-up, he cranked the engine and let it idle long enough to get the engine warm. They fucked. They talked. The connected. Bethany did things to him he never dreamed he’d be into. He wanted more of her, and Rig cursed himself for it. She fucking owned every part of him—mind and body.

  He sure as fuck wasn’t going to give her his soul too. But she’d taken some of it anyway with all her questions.

  Bethany was dangerous because she’d opened doors inside him that he’d needed to close in order to survive. All the shit about his football injury, how he lost his scholarship? Those skeletons needed to stay in the closet he kept them locked up in. Christ, he hadn’t even told her that he was the one who dropped out of college—even though he could’ve gotten federal aid and loans to finish his degree.

  The worst part was he’d wanted to tell her all of it. He’d wanted to wrap himself up in her warmth and comfort, in her love and strength, and let it all float away. But somehow, he’d stopped himself from walking through that emotional arch to freedom. Instead, he skulked off in the wee hours of the morning like a coward.

  He didn’t leave his cell number for her, and he hadn’t gotten hers. There was no way for her to reach him and he preferred it like that. A knot lodged itself in his throat and Rig tried to swallow past it, but couldn’t.

  As he drove away from her apartment complex, a hot ache bloomed in the center of his chest. Why did it feel like he’d walked out on the best thing he’d ever found? As if he was walking away from a chance at something real, something solid? Typical of him. After all, he’d walked away from a promising future once, why not the chance at love too? “For fuck’s sake!”

  Love? The instant kind even? So totally ridiculous!

  The last thing he wanted to give Bethany was his heart too. She’d taken enough. But Rig had a feeling he’d left his soul and his heart in that bed with her anyway.