They’d spent the last two weekends doing couple things. But it hadn’t cut into Ronin’s plans for her—just seemed to reinforce his constant desire for her. He’d bound her standing up, similar to the tree pose in yoga: her heel pressed into her thigh, her arms above her head, hooked to the ceiling. He’d made her come three times before he fucked her like that.
“See? You’re quiet because you can’t justify it.”
“I took you to a Christian rock concert,” she corrected. “And it correlates because the lead singer and I are from the same area in North Dakota. We attended some of the same church camps. He always wanted to kick up the youth worship services with contemporary music to make it more relatable. You can imagine how well that went over. Rick left town, moved to Minneapolis, and started this band. I’d lost track of him over the years, so when I saw how popular they’ve gotten in the Christian music scene and were playing in Denver, I thought it’d be fun to check it out.”
“I was surprised to see so many people there. Who knew the devil’s music wrapped in angel’s wings had such a strong following?”
Amery elbowed him. “Not funny.”
“Although I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved there weren’t any animal sacrifices onstage.”
“Says the Buddhist with an altar in his practice room.”
“It’s not a Buddhist altar; it’s a Shinto shrine. And if you noticed, I didn’t buy a CD, but I was in the minority, so they are doing well, at least on the merchandising side.”
“I’m happy he’s successful doing what he loves. Not everyone is so lucky in their working lives.”
He kissed her temple. “We are.”
“For as long as it lasts for me.”
“Meaning what?” They cut across the street and walked past abandoned buildings that lined both sides of the block. Showing up late to the event meant all the prime parking spots close to the venue had been snapped up, so they’d parked several blocks away.
“Meaning I’ve been scrambling to find new business. With so many places taking their graphic needs in-house, not only have I lost clients, but it’s harder picking up new ones. I’ve tightened my belt as much as I can, but unless things pick up soon, I’ll have to let Molly go.”
Ronin stopped and faced her. “Amery. Why haven’t you told me this?”
“Because it’s hard to admit, especially to someone who’s running a successful business. I doubt you’ve got downward trends like in the line of work I’m in.”
“I’ve had some pretty lean years and done what I had to, to make ends meet.” He brushed a stray hair from her cheek. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Besides line me up a million-dollar client?” she joked. Then she kissed the frown on his mouth. “Kidding. One good thing is even if I have to close up shop and go to work for another company, I won’t lose my apartment because of the storefront rental income from Emmylou and Chaz. It’s just I feel guilty about Molly.”
A metal clank echoed and she spun around to see where the noise had come from. But there weren’t any streetlights and the area was completely deserted.
How could that be? For as many people who’d attended the show, there should be more people heading back to their cars. But the sidewalk was empty and no cars zipped by. She got a little creeped out in the eerie silence. “Are we going the right way?”
Ronin looked around. Frowned at the darkness. “This doesn’t look right. We must’ve gotten turned around and exited on the wrong side. My car is the other direction.”
They reversed course. Right after they crossed the street, two guys stepped out of the shadows.
Amery almost screamed, they’d slunk out of nowhere so fast.
“I see we got us some tourists in our neighborhood,” one guy said to the other.
“Know what we do to tourists who find themselves ‘lost’ in our neighborhood, bro?” the other guy said.
“We charge them a finder’s fee.”
“So pay up, motherfuckers.”
Fear slammed into her.
The two guys moved in uncomfortably close. She heard a noise and looked over her shoulder to see two more guys spread out behind them.
They were fucked.
Then Ronin put his mouth on her ear. “Stay behind me and out of the way.”
“I don’t like you whispering to your bitch, so knock that shit off and pay the fuck up.”
Ronin said nothing. But she noticed he’d maneuvered them so she was behind him and his back was to the wall.
The Hispanic guy taunted, “Don’t got nothin’ to say, ése? We’re insulting your woman and you’re gonna stand there and take it?” Then he leered at Amery. “Got a mind to prove to you what it’s like to be with a real man, puta. Make him watch how I can make you scream.”
Laughter echoed around them.
“None of that yet, bro.” The other guy gestured with his chin to Ronin and crossed his arms over his chest. “Hand over your wallet, watch, and everything in your pockets. Do it fast.”
Ronin didn’t budge.
Which pissed off the black guy. “You deaf? Or you need an incentive to do what the fuck we tell you?”
“I’m not deaf. I’m also not handing over my wallet. Here’s your warning to back off.”
“Back off? Or what? You’re outnumbered, dumb fuck.”
“Got ourselves a real hero here,” the other guy drawled. “Let’s see how tough you are.”
Please no. What if the guy had a gun? Or a knife?
The Hispanic kid moved in on Ronin’s right side as the black guy came at him from the left. She wasn’t sure where the two other guys were. She just knew that four against one were shitty odds and she couldn’t get to her phone to call 911.
Everything happened in slow motion—but also lightning fast.
Ronin stepped forward as the Hispanic attacker came at him. He delivered an open-handed strike to the guy’s nose and swept his feet out from beneath him. The guy hit the ground hard and howled in agony, clutching his broken nose.
The black guy didn’t spare his buddy a glance; all his rage was focused on Ronin. He held his arms up and in front of his face and performed a couple of shadowboxing moves. But as soon as he led with his right hand, Ronin grabbed it, twisted the dude’s arm entirely behind his back until something popped. The guy yelled—as much from pain as the fact that he also found himself on the ground eating dirt.
In that moment Amery couldn’t look away from Ronin’s effortless control of the situation. He’d barely moved; he hadn’t even broken a sweat.
When the other two thugs—both white punks—approached him, Ronin said, “Walk away.”
“Fuck you,” one of the guys retorted. He jumped into the fray only to find himself facedown on the filthy wet pavement clutching the knee Ronin had kicked.
The other one turned tail and ran.
Amery thought they’d get out of there pronto, but Ronin was patting down each guy. When he found two guns, she had another resurgence of fear.
What if the guy had just pulled out a gun and shot them both?
Breathe. Come on, Ronin. We’re supposed to run. Remember what you taught me?
She watched in horrified fascination as Ronin ejected the clips from the guns, pulled back on the thumb release, and dumped the bullets on the ground. He wiped down the metal before he whipped the empty clips into the street drain. Then he jammed one gun beneath the waistband in the small of his back and let the other gun dangle in his hand.
Ronin backed away and said, “Let’s go,” to her.
They remained silent on their brisk walk back to his vehicle. They only stopped once at a Dumpster to ditch the guns. He opened the passenger door to the SUV, hoisted her in, and didn’t speak until they were out of the sketchy part of town.
“Are you okay?”
She shook her head.
He picked up her hand and kissed it. “What can I do?”
“I don’t know.”
Even after
they parked his car and took the elevator to his place, Ronin gave her a wide berth. Maybe fighting and ditching firearms were just par for the course with him, but they weren’t for her. Not at all. Her body hadn’t settled down from the adrenaline rush. She shook so hard she thought she might be sick. As soon as the elevator doors opened to his penthouse, she made a beeline for the bathroom.
He didn’t try and barge in.
She splashed cold water on her face and gulped several mouthfuls of water before exiting the bathroom.
Ronin waited outside the door. “Can I get you anything?”
She shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself.
“Amery. Talk to me.”
“I don’t know what to say. I just don’t understand.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why did you take their guns? Why didn’t we just leave once you had them on the ground?”
“You think I wanted to take a chance they’d shoot one or both of us in the back? Not happening. I disarmed them, broke their guns down, and scattered the pieces.”
“Why not turn the guns in to the cops and tell them we were attacked?”
“Chances are slim the guns were registered. Those thugs won’t report them as missing. If I file a report and the cops go looking for those guys, and the guns I ditched, I could end up in a lawsuit and I sure as fuck don’t want those guys knowing who I am and where I live.”
Amery hadn’t thought of it that way.
“Plus, given my background in martial arts, lots of people, including cops, believe I go looking for fights. I don’t. But there is that perception and I’ll be goddamned if I’ll defend myself to anyone—including law enforcement—for my right to defend myself when under attack.” He breathed deeply. “You were there. You’d rather I would’ve done the PC thing, given them what they wanted? Because I can guarantee you neither of us would’ve walked away unscathed. And because I reacted the way I did, the way I’ve been trained to react, we’re both here, in one piece. I won’t apologize to you for that either.”
When Ronin turned his back to her, she noticed he was vibrating with anger.
Maybe she’d been freaking out about the details and had missed the big truth. Ronin’s quick thinking and years of training had gotten them out of a potentially deadly situation. She oughta be thanking him, not questioning him.
Amery moved in behind him. “Thank you for saving me tonight, Ronin.” She took a chance and circled her arms around his waist. “Sorry if I seemed ungrateful. I’m not.”
“Amery—”
“Let me finish. I’ve never seen you like that. In ass-kicking Master Black mode, showcasing your eighth-degree black belt skills in the real world.”
“You weren’t put off by seeing that violent side of me?”
“Shocked at first. But now? I’m more than a little turned on, if you want to know the truth. You moved so fast.” She stood on her toes and kissed the back of his neck. “It reminded me you don’t play at self-defense. Your body responds instinctively because that’s how you’ve trained it to respond. It’s sexy as hell.” She kissed the slope of his shoulder. “Makes me want you. Right now.”
Ronin whirled around. His mouth was on hers, his hands were on her, and nothing else mattered.
Her fingers automatically went to the buttons on his shirt, while Ronin’s hands made quick work of the zipper on her jeans. They managed to get undressed. He lifted his mouth from her throat long enough to say, “Bedroom is too far away. I want to fuck you here.” He pushed her up against the wall.
She groaned when his teeth scraped down her throat. “No. On the floor. Like a takedown.”
Next thing she knew, they were on the hardwood with her knees clamped against Ronin’s ribs as he slammed his cock inside her.
“Yes. God, yes, do that again.”
He withdrew and rammed into her with long, deep strokes, his mouth at her ear. “I want to feel your nails digging into my back and my ass. I want to feel your teeth on my skin. I want to wear your marks.”
She just about came right then.
As he pounded into her with enough force they slid across the floor, Amery sucked a love bruise on his pectoral. She dragged her nails down his back when his tongue flicked across the sweet spot in the curve of her shoulder. She arched and ground against him, giving herself over to this primal mating. This physical testament that they were alive.
Ronin’s hands pushed her knees until the outside of her thighs pressed into the floor. That change forced his pubic bone to keep continual contact with her clit and she gasped.
“Hands on me,” he demanded.
With his mouth sucking on her nipple, it only took six short strokes and she came so hard white spots obscured her vision. Ronin’s orgasm started on the tail end of hers and she dug her nails into the back of his neck, his long moan sweet to her ears since the man usually came in near silence.
They stayed slumped together in a sweaty pile, breathing hard, until the chill from the floor caused her to shiver.
Ronin pushed up and looked into her face. “You blow my mind every fucking time.”
“And just think . . . you didn’t even have to break out the ropes for it to be that hot between us.”
“Smart.” Kiss. “Ass.” Kiss.
She reached up and touched his face. Sometimes she couldn’t believe this gorgeous, complicated, kinky man was in her life.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked softly.
Rather than tell him again how hot, sexy, and amazing he was, she said, “Thank you for your quick thinking and getting us out of a bad situation tonight.”
“My pleasure.” He kissed her with such sweetness tears stung her eyes. “Let’s get cleaned up and ready for bed.”
“That means I’m staying over?”
“Be a little hard for you to leave after I tie you to my headboard.”
She laughed, but come to find out . . . he hadn’t been joking.
• • •
AMERY showed up for work thirty minutes late on Wednesday morning. She hadn’t tried to sneak in, but after seeing her friends circled around Molly’s desk, loaded for bear, she wondered if she should’ve made her appearance after lunch and claimed a new client meeting had kept her away from the office.
“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” Chaz said with no hint of a smile.
She wasn’t exactly surprised by the ambush since things had been tense for the past couple of weeks. Chaz defined surly, even in casual conversation. And after Emmylou returned from her on-site jobs, she grumbled and slammed her office door. Amery had tried talking to each of them, in person and via text, but neither had responded, so she figured the issue was between them and they hadn’t wanted to drag her into it.
But it appeared the issue was about her—and they’d joined forces.
“What’s going on? Did I miss a memo for an interoffice meeting?”
“Call it what you want, but we need to talk to you.”
“Who’s we?” Amery asked.
A blushing Molly put her hands up in defense. “I want no part of this.”
“Why don’t you take a thirty-minute break at Lisabet’s Patisserie?”
“Sure. Would you like me to bring you anything?”
She shook her head. No one spoke until Molly had left and Amery had settled in with a cup of coffee. “So, besties, why does this feel like an intervention?”
Chaz lifted an eyebrow. “Is there something bad and wrong you’ve been doing that requires one?”
“Besides Ronin Black?” Emmylou added snarkily.
What the hell? “Whoa. This is about Ronin?”
“Of course it is, because you’re all about him lately, aren’t you?”
She bristled. “What about him?”
Emmylou and Chaz stared at her in silence.
“So you decided to jump me about the man I’m involved with but you aren’t telling me why?”
“You know why.”
Amery shoved down the worry that her supposed friends had figured out what she and Ronin had been up to behind closed doors. He was always so careful not to leave excessive marks when he bound her. The rarely seen devil on her shoulder reminded her that what she and Ronin did in the bedroom was no one’s business. “No, I really don’t.”
“Don’t you see that you’ve immersed yourself so much in this relationship with him that you’re losing yourself? We rarely see you anymore after work hours because Ronin monopolizes all your time and you let him,” Chaz said.
She blew across her coffee before taking a sip. “Monopolizes,” she repeated. “Really? If I recall correctly I asked you to lunch last week, which you declined. I also asked if you wanted to have a drink with me, which you also declined. And the reason you declined is that hot little Latin piece of ass you’re hiding from Andre, remember? The week before that you couldn’t be bothered to answer a single text from me. That is somehow my fault? Bull. Shit.”
“See? This is why we’re worried about you. You snap at the drop of a hat and if anyone raises any questions about Ronin, you get defensive. And I’ll be frank—I’m worried that the only reason he’s teaching you how to fight is so you can be even more like him.”
Her angry gaze zoomed to Emmylou. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Look at this from our point of view. Ronin’s job is all about violence. Are you telling me that you don’t see anything wrong with how he’s isolated you from your friends?”
“You think he’s isolated me? How the hell would you know that?” she demanded of Emmylou. “You were out of town all last week. The week before that the only time you approached me was the night of the self-defense class I’ve been taking for weeks, which, again, just indicates how little you care about the important things going on in my life.”
“And you’ve deemed Ronin the most important thing in your life after only a few weeks? You don’t see anything wrong with that?” Chaz asked. “Right after you started seeing him you refused to go to the bars you’ve always gone to with us. Is that something Black demanded from you? Telling you that you couldn’t hang out with us anymore?”
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