Bending the Rules: Wicked Warrens, Book 5

by Marie Harte

  He didn’t waste any time and hauled her into his arms. In seconds, her ankles crossed behind his back. They sat upright, her on top of him, and then he was sliding inside her, filling her tight.

  “Oh, fuck. I can’t hold on, sugar. Not this time.”

  “Don’t. Take me, Rex. I want you now.”

  His hands held her ass as he lifted her up and down over him. Her clit brushed against his pelvis, and she bit her lip as she squeezed around him, coming hard.

  He moaned low in his throat. “Gotta come, Mistress. Need to come so bad.”

  Nat wanted to feel him. “Inside me. Give it to me, Rex. All for me.”

  “Yes. All for you,” he moaned as he slammed her down on him one final time and seized, pouring into her. He continued to shudder and kissed her breasts, sucking the buds and moving her up and down over him, milking him dry.

  Nat loved the feel of him, the scent of him. She nipped his neck and tasted the sweat and musk of her man. “God, I love you.”

  He paused.

  “I didn’t say you could stop.”

  He chuckled and urged her up and down faster, his dick still half-hard.

  “You grew on me,” she admitted as he rocked her into another climb toward orgasm. “I tried not to love you. I don’t like to…” He hit a spot inside her that made her groan, and she had to work to keep her voice down. “Don’t like to be vulnerable. It was too soon. We needed more…time. Oh… Do that again.”

  He slammed into her, and she pinched his nipples, loving how she could get him hard again right after climax. They continued to play, moving together, taking their time, each feeding off the other. The affection only made their pleasure that much better.

  “Fuck. That’s good,” he rasped. “So good, Mistress. You are fucking fine. So warm.” He continued to move in and out of her.

  She growled and nipped his ear. “I want that come everywhere.” She whispered, “When we get home, you’ll take my mouth, my pussy, my ass. And you’ll make me explode, won’t you?” She licked his earlobe, then shoved her tongue in his ear.

  “Gonna come, Mistress. Please. Let me get you off.”

  “Not yet. I want to feel that come first. Fill me up, boy.”

  He jerked her over him, grinding inside her, and then he gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he shot inside her. His low moans were like music, a symphony of love and lust she never wanted to let go.

  After he stopped shuddering, he looked into her eyes, his so warm, so rich and brown and sweet. “I love you so much, Nat.”

  She felt her eyes fill, and Nat didn’t do tears. “I know.”

  He smiled and kissed her, not needing permission to love her.

  When he pulled back, she smiled through her tears. “Don’t think you don’t owe me another orgasm.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “And don’t think just because I love you that you aren’t still in the dog house for making me watch Brian and Faith having sex.”

  “But it was hot, wasn’t it?” he murmured.

  “So hot.” She shivered in his arms. Then she pulled back. “Rex?”

  Alert to the change in her tone, he lost his teasing expression. “What’s wrong, sugar?”

  “No matter what happens at home, you and I, we’re together.”

  “Forever, if I have my way.”

  Relieved, she nodded. “But we’ll still play around, right? Maybe a third, some watching. Even some club action if we want.”

  “You okay with that?” He sounded cautious, and she couldn’t blame him. “Because I like having fun, don’t get me wrong. But I’d rather have you than all the rest of it.”

  Good—no, great—answer. “I’ve done a lot of soul searching while I’ve been here. If the council doesn’t like what I do in private, in my off time, then fuck them.”

  “That’s my girl.” He looked at her as if he idolized her, and his acceptance made all the difference in the world. Nat could be tough, holding on to her dignity and self-respect, but she didn’t have to be alone. Not with Rex by her side. Helping her, supporting her, never taking over for her. And never letting her steamroll over him.

  “Am I a bitch?” she asked.

  “Nah, just a woman who knows her own mind. You can always boss me in the bedroom, sugar. But I’m always my own man, and you like that.”

  “I do.” She blew out a relieved breath. “I can’t tell you how much I love that you’re an independent guy. You didn’t insist on coming with me to Beth’s, or acting like I hurt your feelings because I didn’t ask you to.”

  “I wanted to be with you, believe me,” he said with feeling. “I want to be your partner, Nat. Not your doormat, your slave, or your boss.”

  “Oh man. I am loving you more and more.”

  He grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that. We can take this as fast or slow as you want, but I’m tellin’ you now, I want all of you.”

  “I said we could do all that kinky stuff at home. You know, oral, anal…”

  He chuckled. “No, sugar. I mean, yeah, that. But I’m talking about us living together. Getting married.”

  She started.

  “Now, hold on. I’m not rushing you. We have all the time in the world. I figure by next month, we’ll have said our I Do’s.”

  “Next month?” she said in a loud voice, then narrowed her gaze on his laughter. “You think that’s funny?”

  “I surely do. I love you. I want you, forever. But next month’s pushin’ it, even for me.”

  “But not your momma, I’ll bet.” She gloated at his sudden panic. “Yeah, Sue wants grandkids like yesterday. And she likes me.”

  He shook his head. “No, she loves you. Which reminds me. The council loves you too. Ten to one says your job is waiting for you when you get back. Josh is sucking, big time. Everyone from Marly to Harper can’t stand him. So be prepared to go right back to work. Will it bother you to have folks whispering about you if you do?”

  “They can kiss my ass. As long as you’re with me.”

  He smiled, and she sighed at the beauty of his happiness. “That sounds about right, sugar. Now how about I give you that orgasm you’re due? Then we can talk about playing with that pretty little ass of yours? I have some ideas about fun we can have at the club, if you’re game. Jason was a mistake, but I have a few friends who would just love to play with you and me. Friends who know what discreet means.”

  Her heart raced. “If I’m game? Honey, I’m board champion. Play on.”

  Rex hadn’t lied. Back home in Augusta, her boss begged her to step back into her job. As far as the council was concerned, Nat’s private life remained private. The rumors Josh had circulated ended up creating a hostile work environment and getting him fired for harassment. The mayor remained surprisingly quiet about the whole thing.

  Four days after being back on the job, her secretary Marly hugged her out of the blue. “I know I’ve said it a million times, but I’m so glad you’re back. That cretin ruined months’ worth of scheduling in just two weeks!”

  Marly did love her calendars. “I’m glad to be back. Well, Marly, let’s fix things.”

  Marly grinned and went back to patching up everything that Josh had broken.

  Nat called Harper to bark a few orders at him, one of which was to remind Derrick Warren to get his ass to the office—on time—for their weekly Friday meeting the next day. She spent the rest of her Thursday squaring away the civic center details and only realized the end of the day had come when a shadow covered her desk.

  “Hey, you…” She blinked up at Rex and smiled. “Rex.”

  Her smile prompted his. “Excuse me, Ms. Wielder. But I believe we have a date.”

  “A date?”

  He plucked her out of her chair, grabbed her purse and handed it to her, then forced her out of the off
ice.

  “But I’m not—”

  “Done? Yes, you are.” He nodded at Marly, who blushed like a school girl.

  “Have a nice night, Nat. Mr. Samson.”

  “Now, darlin’, I’ve told you to call me Rex. And don’t worry, we will.” He winked at her, and Marly tittered and waved.

  This from the same woman who practically chewed nails whenever anyone got close to Nat without permission. The woman had a constant bone to pick with Derrick Warren because of his continuous tardiness, and Derrick could charm the scales off a snake.

  Rex plugged her into the passenger seat of his car, then sped back to his condo. She let him lug her around like a ragdoll, anticipating the moment when she’d turn the tables and strap him down to the bed. Again.

  And speaking of strap-on, it was time to put that new toy to good use. She’d been dying to feel what it was like to be the one doing the plowing.

  He took her up the elevator in silence, not meeting her gaze. Curious.

  Once at the door to their place—and how that still stunned and pleased her—he turned to her. “You have to keep me, no matter what.”

  “I know.” She frowned. “Rex? Is everything okay?”

  He pulled out a small felt box from his jacket pocket, and her throat swelled. She found it hard to breathe, let alone swallow.

  “Nat, you’re everything to me. I love you more than I thought I could love anyone. Will you marry me?”

  He opened the box, and a huge square-cut diamond winked at her, promising a future of happiness she’d never considered might be hers.

  “I’ll always be yours to command,” he said in a low voice. “I’ll take care of you, as much as you take care of me. A partnership, Mistress.” He smiled.

  She stared from him to the ring, knowing without a doubt what her answer would be. “You realize this is too soon.”

  “Yep.”

  “We’re barely living together.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “You haven’t met my parents yet. And even I don’t like my dad all that much.”

  “Right.”

  “But wow, do I love you.” She leaned close to kiss him. “Will you let me give you a ring too? Maybe a collar you’ll wear just for me, in private?”

  His eyes shone. “Oh, sugar. Anything for you.” He put the ring on her finger. “So is that a yes?”

  “Yes.”

  He kissed her and swung her in his arms, laughing. Soon he came to a stop and set her down. “One more thing.”

  She felt dizzy. “What’s that?”

  “Formula One or Indy?”

  “You mean, do I like watching a car race around a track for no other reason than that men like to play with tools and tires?”

  “And that’s my answer.” He sighed. “Well, at least you’re smart, sexy and good in bed. Three out of four ain’t bad.”

  She tried to glare, but she couldn’t keep the joy from her face. “You—”

  “Now don’t be mad.” He opened the door and pushed her through before she could ask what he was talking about.

  “Surprise!” yelled a group of people, scaring the living daylights out of her.

  Brian, Faith, the Warrens and their girlfriends, Harper and Freddy, and Beth and Julie waved and smiled. She saw Rex’s parents as well, and oh my gosh, her mother and brothers. Of her father, she saw no sign.

  “I kind of set this up beforehand,” he said in her ear.

  “I figured that.” She blinked, stunned and yet pleased at the celebration. She turned to him. “What if I’d said no?”

  “Oh, this isn’t an engagement party. It’s a welcome back to work party. I know how to cover my bases.”

  Her sister spied her ring and squealed, “Oh my God! Nat’s getting married!”

  Everyone converged on her and Rex, who stood beaming. Nat laughed and hugged her family and her new friends. Freddy couldn’t stop smiling, nor could Harper. Nat’s family spoke with Rex’s parents. Her mother hugged her, only to be dragged away by Sue.

  Nat found Rex an hour later in the hallway. “You know how I feel about surprises?”

  “You hate them.” His smug smile turned her on, no question.

  “And you know what’s going to happen when everyone goes home?” She spanked his ass and didn’t miss the bulge in his pants.

  “Damn it. My parents are out there. Quit getting me riled.”

  “You deserve it, and a whole lot more. I’m going to punish you for this little surprise.” She kissed this man, her lover and friend, who meant so much to her. “You’re just lucky I love you so much. That and I just like hearing you drawl all your words, sugar. I mean, fiancé.” She tried it out and found she liked the title.

  He winked. “You’re right. I’ve been a bad boy. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for me, sugar.” Then he whispered, “I mean, Mistress.”

  She gave him an evil laugh. “Neither can I.”

  About the Author

  Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things sci-fi, fantasy and paranormal. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with books and knew writing was her calling. Twenty-plus years later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, and children, and her dream has finally come true. Marie lives in Oregon with her family and loves hearing from readers. You can contact her at marie_harte@yahoo.com.

  To read more about Marie, visit www.marieharte.com.

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  Wicked Warrens, Book 4

  Brian Good is in a tough spot. With all his friends getting married, and his sister in a relationship with not one, but two men, the love bug is hovering around his heart, ready to bite. Trouble is, he’s tired of playing a field full of gold-digging women.

  Then there’s Faith Sumner. She’s gorgeous, genuine, and turns him on without even trying. Time to suck it up, ask her out, and pray their blazing attraction won’t dissolve into another lukewarm disaster.

  Faith is finished dating wealthy men. No longer willing to let anyone make her feel inferior for her humble roots, she’s finally making good choices. Except this “Goode” choice turns out to be exactly the kind of man she’s sworn off.

  Though she’s content to keep their one-night stand to a single amazing, unforgettable mistake, Brian’s persistent wooing—and convincing groveling—begin to turn her head. Until Faith’s ugly past comes calling, redoubling Brian’s determination to show her she’s worthy of being loving, and being loved…

  Warning: A Goode man who’s a bad boy, a woman named Faith who could use a little of her namesake, and meddling friends turn this relationship red hot.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Making the Grade:

  “I don’t know why I’m here.
This isn’t even my regular day.” Faith Sumner wiped her sweating palms on her jeans and tried not to feel nervous.

  Across from her in a deep, comfortable-looking leather chair, Dr. Dylan Warren kicked an ankle over his knee. He wore a sport coat and slacks, looking more like a model than her therapist. But God, if she had to go to someone to get her head on straight, at least she had something pretty to look at while she did.

  “Faith.”

  He also had the patience of Job. So annoying that he was hot, smart and taken.

  “Okay, okay.” She blew out a breath. “I’m nervous.”

  “Because…?”

  “Because tomorrow night’s the first date I’ve had in a long time, and I’m actually looking forward to it.”

  Dylan smiled. “That’s great.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Oh?”

  “Brian called for weeks, but I wasn’t ready. And then, I don’t know, I thought maybe. Then a few of my friends vouched for him. So I’m thinking I’m okay with a date on Valentine’s Day. That way I won’t feel like such a loser.”

  “You’re anything but a loser.”

  “Yes, yes. I’m beautiful, smart, successful and independent.” Like a mantra he’d taught her to recite. She felt better just saying the words. “I can handle dating again. I’m going out with this guy because he’s normal. Not a rich schmuck, but a regular guy who wants to connect.” She frowned. “At least, I’m pretty sure he’s not just after a hookup. Sydney likes him.” Her friends couldn’t say enough about the guy.

  “Yes, well.” Dylan fiddled with his pen. “My future sister-in-law is a good judge of character. Go with your gut. You want to reach out, but you’re afraid. That’s a good sign.”

  “It is?”

  He nodded. “You’re cautious, realizing the risk of baring yourself, yet you’re willing to try. If you weren’t nervous, I’d wonder how seriously you were taking this outing. But you’ve accepted this date because you want—not need—someone in your life. It’s a good step.”

  She nodded. “I don’t need him to make me feel good about myself. His wealth, status and looks don’t matter. Well, maybe his looks. He’s really handsome.” She couldn’t stop thinking about the last time she’d seen him, in two scraps of clothing, and fidgeted on the couch.