Ashton giggled. “Course not.”
“Nah, everyone else was early. They usually are. Come on back and I’ll introduce you to everyone you don’t know.”
* * * *
Estevan and Enrique were teaching Ashton how to throw and catch the ball. Enrique insisted on being out there, propped up on one crutch with the other lying beside him.
Enrique gave Ashton pointers on how to throw the ball while Estevan was teaching him to catch and was throwing it back and forth with Ashton.
Metcalf hadn’t spent much time around Enrique or Estevan, but he knew they were good kids.
Metcalf glanced at his watch before threading his fingers through Marissa’s. He leaned over. “It’s getting late. I should drop him off at my parents’.”
Smiling back, she shrugged. “He could stay the night. I have an extra room.”
Tempting, but Ashton missed his grandparents too. This way, he wouldn’t feel guilty for focusing on Marissa. “Not tonight. Next time. My parents want to spoil him some.”
“Okay. You sure you want to be away from him for two days?”
“Won’t be. Figured we could go get him for lunch tomorrow. Maybe take him to a movie before I take you out.”
“Sounds good.”
“What’s going on?” Isandro asked as he took a seat and set down his phone.
“I’m taking Marissa to Lourdes Bistro tomorrow night,” Metcalf announced.
“Ooh, so good,” Arianna murmured, leaning into Isandro. “I’m going to have to take Bulldog back there soon.”
He turned to her, nibbling her bottom lip. “Anytime, beautiful.”
Marissa turned to Dave. “I love that restaurant.”
“Isandro told me. I haven’t been but always wanted to try French food.” He leaned closer, and she closed the distance, taking a quick kiss.
She ran her thumb over the back of his hand. “That’s really where you want to go?”
“It is,” he whispered.
Her face lit up. “Going to dress up for me?”
He nodded. “I planned on it.”
“A real date?”
“You deserve that.” He leaned back and turned toward the yard. Ashton caught the football with a grin. “I should get him to his grandparents’.”
She grinned. “We have to do this again. He’s having fun.”
“Definitely. This was a great idea.” He stood up. “Hey, buddy, we need to get going.”
Ashton tossed the ball back to Estevan and jogged over. “That was so much fun.”
Marissa said, “We do this every Friday. You’re welcome back anytime.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Would you like that?”
He hugged Marissa. “Yes. Every week.”
She laughed. “You got it.”
Ashton said goodbye to everyone.
Metcalf squeezed her hand. “I’ll be back in a bit.” He took Ashton to the front and helped him into the truck.
Once Metcalf was seated, Ashton turned to him. “That was fun.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. The guys I work with have barbeques too. Not as often, but they have kids close to your age.”
“Jenny?” he asked with a smile.
Metcalf laughed. “Yeah, Jenny. And her friend Cherish. And their friend Blaze.”
“But what about Marissa and her brothers?”
“They’re invited too. Don’t worry. Besides, I like spending time with them.”
“Me too. Enrique taught me how to throw the football, and Estevan showed me the right way to catch. It’s so cool!”
Metcalf laughed. “Well, I’ll have to teach you more. I used to be pretty good at football.”
“Would you?” His whole face lit up.
“You know it.”
Chapter 16
“I got it. For the love of God, go home, Isandro,” Marissa pleaded. There wasn’t much left to clean up, and Metcalf would be coming back anytime, so she wanted her brother to go home.
She’d already spent the day helping Arianna, then dealing with family. And she enjoyed every minute of it, but she needed a few moments of quiet to get in the right frame of mind for Metcalf.
“Fine, I’m going,” Isandro promised.
Arianna dragged him through the door with a wave.
Two minutes later, with the dishes in the washer, Marissa went to her room. She changed into a sun dress and nothing else. Less to take off, and she wouldn’t feel stupid walking around naked.
Picking up her phone, she considered sending a teasing text. After a second thought, she didn’t want to rush him. He was letting his boy spend the night with his grandparents, after less than a week of having him back.
Her phone buzzed and she picked it up. On my way.
A shiver went down her spine. He was thinking of her. She didn’t need to taunt him. It had been so damned long since she’d craved a man so bad. He was definitely worth the patience.
Licking her lips, Marissa pulled two spare pairs of handcuffs from the closet. She attached each to opposite arms of the chair and left them hanging. They had never been used, nor had she ever had any desire to cuff a man she wasn’t arresting. However, he liked to take control and drive her crazy. This way, he couldn’t take over and distract her. Not that she was complaining, but she wanted to see him come unglued the same way he made her.
Closing her eyes, she stood beside the chair, waiting as patiently as she could manage. No rules, no worrying about anyone interrupting, just the two of them.
Headlights came down the driveway and she squeezed her thighs together. In a matter of moments, she would have full control over Dave. She wanted to push his limits.
Dave came through the door with a raised brow. “Should I have knocked?”
Shaking her head, she beckoned him over with a finger. “You’re welcome here anytime you want.”
His eyes trailed over her as he crossed the distance. A smile pulled at his lips. “Why the change of clothes?”
“Less to take off.”
He reached for the hem of her dress. “I want you naked.”
She pressed her finger to his mouth and opened his pants. “We’ll get there. First, I want you ready.”
No argument as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor as she pushed his boxer-briefs and pants down his thighs, then shoved him onto the chair.
He landed with a laugh. “What are you doing?”
She clicked one cuff around his wrist and his eyes dropped to his arm and back to her gaze. There was so much heat staring back at her they might combust.
“My turn to do what I want,” she murmured. “Later, it’s all you. Unless, you tell me to stop.”
“Oh, I’m ready for the ride.” He cupped her breast with his free hand, smiling up at her.
She took that arm and quickly cuffed it too before kneeling on the floor to get rid of his pants and shoes. His thick cock stood at the ready, and she licked her lips.
“Shit, one request.” His voice was husky.
She lifted her gaze to his. “What’s that, Dave?”
“Need to be inside you when I come.”
“Deal.” She trailed her tongue around his crown before sucking the tip. Then she leaned forward, taking more in as she cupped his balls, squeezing gently.
“Ah, fuck, Marissa,” he hissed, his hips jerking as he gripped the arms of the chair.
She looked up his body, loving the way his abs moved with the strain. Rocking up and down his length, she flicked her tongue over the ridge.
His head lolled back. “Close, darling.”
Wishing she hadn’t agreed to ending before he finished, she released him and climbed into his lap. She slid her slick heat over his cock while pulling the dress over her head.
He leaned forward to lick her nipple, but she combed her fingers through his hair and pulled his head back to kiss up his throat. “I’m in control.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned up, pressing his b
ody against hers. Grinning, she nibbled his ear. He wanted her, all of her, and she wanted to tease him.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you so fucking bad, Marissa.”
“How bad?” she murmured, sucking his lobe between her lips as she rubbed her clit over his crown. She was so damned close.
He pressed a kiss below her ear. “This craving never ends. Hate watching you leave at night. Want you in my bed, where you belong.”
Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach as she leaned back to look into his eyes. “Belong?”
“I want you with me. You give me peace I haven’t had in so long.”
She froze in his lap, no longer rocking over him. “What about Ashton?”
“He does, but it isn’t the same. He’s a part of me, but you...you bring me back to life. And Ashton wants you there.”
“That’s fast, Dave. Really fast.”
He leaned up, staring into her eyes. “Doesn’t change the fact I want you in our lives. Take this journey with us.”
Threading her fingers through his hair, she kissed him deep, pressing close. Fear trailed through her, but she wanted to shout yes. Instead, she moved and his length slid into her. He pulled at the cuffs again.
“Let me make love to you,” she whispered, the closest thing she could come to saying I love you. Part of her had loved him since he’d stolen her heart more than a decade before. That didn’t stop that little voice in her head from casting doubt.
“Marissa,” he whispered.
She couldn’t take any more words. He stripped her bare and filled her soul full of everything she needed. Her mouth crashed over his as she gripped his shoulders to ride him.
Dave kissed her back, showing her he could take it all and more. He was there, ready to tear away the doubts and make it real. And she was terrified it would all fall apart.
She chose to ignore the demons in her past and fall into this feeling. Whatever happened, it had to be better than drowning in regrets. Every time Dave looked into her eyes, she believed they stood a chance.
His cock jerked as he came and she followed. Pressing him into the cushions, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.
“Holy fuck!” Isandro shouted and the door slammed.
She sat back, her eyes wide.
Metcalf let out a breathless chuckle. “Thought we wouldn’t be interrupted.”
“Shit.” She climbed off Metcalf and went to her purse to grab the keys. She let him out of the cuffs and pulled her dress on. “Sorry. Shit. Asshole should have knocked.”
“Hey, come here,” he murmured, pulling her back into his arms. “Could be worse.”
She pulled away. “Yeah. Guess it’s payback. He’s still an ass.” Marissa slipped through the door while Metcalf pulled clothes on.
Isandro’s brow arched. “Cuffs? See, you are a freak.”
“Asshole,” she bit back. “Why are you here?”
He dropped his head and lifted his eyes. “Left my phone. Didn’t expect you to be fucking in the living room.”
The door opened and she closed her eyes.
Dave asked, “Everything okay?”
Isandro laughed. “Yeah. Just glad you’re both getting that out of your systems. Let me grab my phone and you can commence the role-play, or whatever.”
Marissa flipped him off.
Dave chuckled, pulling her against him. Bare skin of his chest met her shoulders. He’d left the shirt off. His warmth chased some of the embarrassment away.
Marissa turned to meet his gaze with a heavy sigh. “Why is this so funny to you?”
“I remember him mentioning you walked in on him and Arianna when they first got together.”
“At least they weren’t naked and still in the act.”
He shrugged and pushed his fingers into her hair to take another kiss, stopping the arguments. Then he whispered in her ear, “Relax. I bet he won’t barge in without knocking again.”
Isandro came back out. “You have my word. I’m not coming back tonight, unless I call first. Enjoy your night,” he teased, hurrying down the stairs. “And no more giving me shit for being a freak. Welcome to the club, Sis.”
Laughing, Metcalf pulled her inside. “Let it go. You’re a big girl and you know what you want. He knows that. He may give you a ration shit, but only because he cares.”
“Yeah, but he’s still an ass.”
* * * *
Metcalf found Marissa’s annoyance at Isandro cute. Something he would’ve never described her as before, but he liked this side of her. He usually saw her cool, confident side. The more time they spent together, the more layers he peeled away to find new facets.
Yes, she was confident, sexy, and strong. But she had moments where she was adorable, vulnerable, and seductive. Marissa let him in, he delved deeper, and she opened more, showing more of herself.
He wanted them to last. Whatever it took. Somehow, he’d make her believe they were meant for each other.
She turned back to him, chewing on her lip as she watched him. “Sorry.”
“Why?”
“The interruption.” She sighed and walked to the kitchen. “Want a drink?”
“Sure.”
Marissa pulled out a Tecate for him and then pulled down a bottle of Herradura. She took her time pouring the shot. Before turning to face him, she swallowed it down.
Her voice wavered. “Think he’ll bring it up at the station?”
“No. Isandro may be a smartass, but he’s not going to spread that around. First, he knows you’d probably kick his ass. And second, one word and I’ll put a stop to it. He won’t disrespect you in front of me. I won’t have it.”
Her lips curled into a smile. “Did you enjoy tonight?”
“All of it,” he answered automatically. Especially the chair, even if he wanted to touch her the whole time. Though having her at his mercy gave him a few ideas. “Where are those keys?”
Her eyes sparkled. “Why? You going to cuff me?”
“Mmhmm. You said anything I wanted to do.”
After taking her shot, she crossed the room to grab her keys, holding up the little one. “This one will open them.” She released one from the chair and moved back to him. “This button stops them from getting tighter.” She pointed. “Any questions?”
“Nope.”
“Need the other set?”
“Not a chance.” He gulped down half the beer and set the can aside. Then he pulled her dress over her head and turned her around. He pulled one arm behind her back and locked the cuff without going too tight. Then he did the same to her other wrist. “Lead the way, darling.”
She smirked over her shoulder and walked down the hall, stopping in front of the door.
Reaching past her, he pushed it open. “Stand in front of the bed.”
She followed his direction, and he placed the keys on her dresser.
“Anything?” Metcalf asked.
She looked back at him. “Anything.”
He took a kiss before pushing her down on the bed, her ass up. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.
Without argument, she widened her stance.
Metcalf knelt behind her and pulled her open to lick through her still slick heat. She whimpered as he pushed his tongue into her. Her hips rocked, seeking more.
No one else got him like she did. She never looked at him with pity. Even when she watched him fall apart and drove him and Isandro to Doctor Eisman’s office three years before. His own crew sometimes looked at him like he might fall apart any moment. She never did.
Now he wanted to show her how he felt. He’d never found anyone so damned sexy as the woman writhing under his tongue. When she gave in to him, she did it completely. And she loved his kid. What else could he ask for?
“Dave,” she moaned.
“Hmm?”
“More, need more.”
He thumbed her clit while driving his tongue deeper.
“Oh, fucking yes!�
�� She came hard, her walls rippling, her essence sliding down his tongue. He lapped at her, loving the way she erupted in pleasure.
When her legs stopped shaking, he stood and dropped his pants, driving into her. Then he took her upper arms, lifting her off the bed as he pushed into her.
“So deep, God, so deep,” she moaned.
“Like it?”
“Fucking love it.”
He thrust harder, her body rocking. He needed more, so he flipped Marissa to her side and pushed one leg back as he moved inside her. Her dark eyes locked on his, bliss across her face. God, she was gorgeous when she fell into ecstasy.
So damned close, but he needed her there first. Reaching down, he rubbed his thumb over her clit and her head pressed back as she cried out her release. He followed, his cock jerking deep inside her.
Banding his arm under her hips, he scooted her up the bed. Then he released the cuffs.
Marissa wrapped her arms around him, pulling him back down for a kiss.
“Don’t need to get dressed tonight,” she whispered.
He pulled her leg up his side, pulling her tight. “I’m keeping you naked all night.”
“No argument here.”
Chapter 17
Marissa stood in her closet, staring at dresses. She had no clue what to wear, so she called Ella. If she were lucky, Ella hadn’t left her shop yet.
She answered after a couple rings with a laugh. “Hello. Mon Armoire, can I help you?”
“Hey, any chance you have a great dress for me? I have a hot date and I don’t have anything that’s totally wow.”
“Where are you going?”
“Lourdes Bistro.”
“Is Ashton going?”
“No,” she said slowly. “His grandparents have him this weekend.”
She giggled. “Okay, something that won’t be hard to get off in a hurry.”
“Um…yeah, that works.”
“I’ll be over in fifteen minutes. I have the perfect dress.”
“Thank you. See you then.” She hung up and went to work on makeup.
Only ten minutes had passed when she set her brush aside and hurried to answer the door.
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