by Opal Carew
Laurie’s gaze locked on Steele’s cock, which looked ready to burst. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening—the past twenty-four hours had been absolutely insane. All she knew was that she’d never been so turned on in her life. The ache between her thighs was excruciating. She pinched her nipple again, then unzipped her jeans and slid her hand inside. As the big, hard cock slid into Raven, Laurie slid a finger inside her own slick opening. Oh, God, she was so wet with need.
Steele thrust forward and Raven moaned.
“Fuck, you are always so hot and tight,” Steele said. “I love fucking you, woman.”
Laurie drove her finger inside herself, a little jealous that it was Raven that Steele was talking to and not her.
Steele drew back, then drove forward again.
Hormones raged through Laurie as she watched the scene in front of her. Steele’s massive cock driving into Raven, Dom’s hips pivoting up and down as his cock glided into Raven’s ass, and the whole while, Magic’s big cock sliding in and out of Dom’s mouth.
Magic grabbed Dom’s head, then groaned, jerking against his face. Dom sucked as Magic shuddered against him. Finally, Magic drew away, his wilted cock dropping from Dom’s mouth.
Dom turned to Raven and nuzzled her ear as he and Steele both drove into her. Laurie’s gaze locked on Steele’s face, her fingers stroking over her clit as she watched him fill Raven again and again. The intensity and desire emanating from him filled her with an even greater need. To feel his hands on her. To feel him invade her body with that big, hard cock of his. To feel his arms around her.
Raven began to moan.
“Are you close, baby?” Steele asked.
“Oh, yes. I love both of you fucking me.” Raven’s breathless words sent Laurie’s senses reeling. She wanted to be Raven. To feel what Raven was feeling.
She wanted to feel Steele driving into her.
Steele began to groan and Laurie’s fingertip flickered over her clit, driving her pleasure higher.
Dom groaned, his body tensing as he released inside Raven’s body. Steele kept pounding into her, then groaned and thrust deep.
Laurie’s pleasure peaked, her finger quivering over her sensitive bud, then she gasped as an orgasm claimed her.
Moments later, her eyelids popped open with a start and she gazed around, realizing she was outside, standing against a tree where anyone could happen across her, while she was touching herself intimately.
She tugged her hand from her jeans—actually Raven’s jeans—her cheeks hot. She straightened her clothing and gazed up to see Steele wading from the water. The other three seemed content to swim, but Steele pulled on his clothes and walked through the trees toward her.
His gaze perused her, clearly noting her rosy cheeks and her uncomfortable stance. Could he tell?
If he could, he didn’t say anything about it.
“Let’s go.” He unlocked the handcuffs and took her elbow, then guided her back through the trees toward the house.
For a man who had just had sex, he seemed incredibly tense. He had a tight grip on her arm and he marched her through the woods and toward the cabin with unflinching focus. He opened the door and pressed her into the house, then up the stairs.
Toward the bedroom.
He opened the door and pushed her inside, then closed the door behind him.
At the alarm that flared through her, she reminded herself if he’d wanted to, he could have taken her against the tree only moments ago. But he hadn’t. And even if that hadn’t been so, he’d just had sex with Raven, so he wouldn’t even be ready again so soon.
“Clearly, I can’t trust that you won’t take any opportunity to escape, so my only choice is to keep you locked up.”
She turned to him. “But that’s not your only choice. Why don’t you just let me go?” She licked her lips, wondering if she could convince him. “I won’t press charges if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He scowled. “One, I don’t believe that. And, two, it’s not about what happens to us. The bigger issue is what your so-called boyfriend will do to you once you go back.”
She shifted uncomfortably. “Even if that’s true, you can’t keep me here forever.”
“No, but I can keep you here until your brother gets back into town.”
Her eyebrows rose. “How do you know about my brother anyway?” A knot formed in the pit of her stomach.
“He’s a friend of a friend,” he said.
She frowned, not believing him. “Look, he doesn’t have a lot of money.”
But she knew Craig would do whatever he could to get her back. Even bankrupt his business if that’s what it took.
“I told you last night, I’m not going after your brother for ransom.”
The dark thought rocked through her again that they must realize if they wanted ransom, they could get it from Donovan. He’d pay it. Not because he cared about her, but because he wanted to control her. If he was approached for ransom, he would quietly pay it. Then once he had his hands on her, he would probably lock her in the dungeon he had in his basement and no one would be the wiser. He could do anything he wanted to her. For as long as he wanted.
She felt sick at the thought.
As much as Steele talked of not wanting her to wind up in Donovan’s clutches, was he saying that just to gain her trust? Or if it was true, would the lure of money override that?
Steele scowled. “I don’t want ransom. Fuck, you are a hard woman to convince.”
With that, he turned around and stormed out the door, slamming it behind him.
* * *
Steele plodded up the stairs. The thought of lying beside the hot woman sharing his bed and not being able to do anything about the surge of need that rose in him every time he got close to her had kept him downstairs drinking with the guys far longer than he’d intended. The others had finally all staggered off to bed, leaving Steele nursing his drink alone. He’d finally tossed it back, knowing he had to head to bed eventually.
Now it was very late, and he was tired. Which was just as well. Hopefully, he’d fall into bed and go straight to sleep.
He pushed open the door. The room was dark, except for the dim light of the moon glowing in the window. He could see the rounded shape of the young woman lying in his bed, one arm extended over her head and attached to the bedpost by the handcuffs. He’d had Raven keep her company over dinner, then give her an oversized T-shirt to sleep in and handcuff her again.
He stripped off his jeans and T-shirt, then drew back the covers and slid in beside her. Her back was to him, and he closed his eyes, trying to ignore her soft, warm body so close by, but he couldn’t. His cock swelled at the thought she wore only a thin T-shirt over her naked body. And she was only inches away from him.
He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, willing sleep to come. He was tired. Exhausted, actually. He should be able to drift off easily.
But his cock had other ideas. He’d had more to drink than he should have, and maybe he wasn’t thinking as clearly as he should be, but it seemed to him there’d be nothing wrong if he just drew her soft body close to his. He wouldn’t do anything.
And she’d snuggled up to him last night.
He shifted toward her and wrapped his arm around her waist, then drew her close to him. She was warm and soft, and her hair smelled of wildflowers.
* * *
Laurie woke up the minute the door opened. She’d felt him climb into bed behind her. She’d lain very still, hoping he’d just go to sleep, and at first she thought he had, but then he’d moved toward her. His arm slid around her and drew her close.
She tried to keep her body relaxed, hoping he’d think she was asleep. Hoping he’d move away. But when he pulled her a little tighter, she could feel his cock hard against her back and she stiffened. She could smell alcohol on his breath and … oh, God, he was obviously turned on. Was he going to do something about it? Would he … force her?
“What are you going
to do?” she asked, her voice quavering.
“Fuck, I’m not going to do anything,” he responded, his speech a little slurred. “I keep telling you that. I don’t know why you don’t fucking believe me.”
“Maybe because you’re holding on to me and … well, you’re clearly turned on.”
He cursed under his breath. “Is that a crime? Being turned on?”
He rolled away and got out of the bed, then started pulling on his clothes. He strode to the door and grabbed the doorknob.
“Wait. Before you go…”
“What?” he asked impatiently.
“I … have to go to the bathroom.”
He scowled, but he walked to the dresser and picked up the key to the handcuffs, then walked to the bed and released her wrist. She scooted from the bed and headed to the bathroom. When she returned, he cuffed her again. As he stepped away, she noticed that the cuff around her wrist hadn’t closed as tightly as before.
As soon as the door closed behind him, she grabbed the cuff with her free hand and tucked her thumb into her palm and pulled her other hand against the metal, trying to wiggle it free. She stared at the door, willing him not to come back. After a few moments, with no sign of his returning footsteps, she finally pulled her hand free.
She stood up and peered out the window. She could see Steele walking in the moonlight outside, heading toward the beach. If she could sneak downstairs and get out the front door, which was on the opposite side of the cabin, maybe she could get away.
She pulled on the clothes Raven had brought her earlier, then walked to the door. She pulled it open and peered into the hall. The way was clear, so she slipped from the room and tiptoed down the stairs.
As she stepped toward the door and reached for the doorknob, she saw a shadow in the window. Oh, God, Steele must be returning. She leaped back from the door and scurried into the kitchen. She raced into the room, then peered out the door to the hallway, waiting to see if the front door would open.
If Steele came in, she only had minutes before he realized she’d escaped. As soon as he went up the stairs, she’d hurry and slip out the front door, then disappear into the woods.
“Fuck, it’s good to see you, baby.”
At the sound of Steele’s voice behind her, she gasped, and would have spun around, but his strong arms came around her waist and he pulled her tight to his body. His cock pressed into her back as his lips nuzzled her neck.
She could barely catch her breath. He turned her around and in the shadowy kitchen, claimed her lips. His tongue dove into her mouth, opening her lips wide as he explored her mouth. His tongue swirled inside her, forcing her jaw wider. She could taste the liquor on him.
His hands stroked down her back, then cupped her ass and he pulled her tight to his body, his erection grinding against her sex.
“Baby, I need a good fuck, and I need it now.”
She panicked as she heard the sound of a zipper.
She started to protest, but his lips covered hers again, his tongue demanding. She struggled against the big body pinning her to the wooden door.
“Oh, yeah, baby. Fight me. I like that.” He grabbed a handful of her T-shirt and pulled it from her jeans, then slid his hand underneath and cupped her breast.
His tongue slid into her mouth again, preventing her protest. His hand moved down her side, then he unzipped her jeans. When his big hand slid down her belly, then dipped into her panties, she panicked and struggled harder.
She whimpered against his mouth. In one second, he would know she was wet. She hated it, but being in his arms upstairs, and now his dominant control of her … Was it a sickness that being dominated by a strong man turned her on? Her experience with Donovan should have cured her of that completely.
His finger brushed against her slick folds and she wanted to moan in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
His hand slipped from her slickness and then she felt hot, hard flesh brush against her.
She shook her head until she freed her mouth.
She sucked in a breath. “No, don’t do this. Please.”
“Ah, fuck, Raven. You sure?”
“I’m … not … Raven,” she said between gasps.
His big body, which still pinned her to the door, stiffened. She could feel her own body trembling.
He drew his head back and stared down at her. She could barely see his face in the shadowy room, but in the hint of moonlight she could tell he was frowning.
“Fuck. What the hell are you doing out of the room?” He grasped her shoulders and squeezed. “How did you get out of the cuffs?”
She just glared at him.
His eyes narrowed as he drew back. “So what was your plan? Sneak out in the middle of the night? Try to walk back to town?” He shook her again. “I already told you there are bears out there. And God knows what other kind of predators.”
“You mean like you?”
“I thought you were Raven.” He scowled and grabbed her by the shoulders, then turned her roughly. “Hell, I don’t need to explain to you.”
She zipped up her jeans as he prodded her forward, then he dragged her down the hall and up the stairs. He said nothing until he shoved her into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He flicked on the switch by the door and the lamp came on.
“I should just let you go, right now. Let you figure out whatever mess you find yourself in. There’s no reason me or my men should wind up in trouble because of you.” He grabbed her shoulders and glared at her. “But you’d probably turn us in to the police, and charge us with kidnapping, even though we were only trying to help.” He stared at her. “I really want to just kick your pretty little ass out of here, but I can’t do that.”
He grabbed the key from the dresser and unfastened the cuff from the headboard, then he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him, then snapped the cuff around her wrist.
“Take off your jeans.”
Obediently, she dropped them to the floor, shivering, but not daring to argue with him.
He walked behind her and pushed up the back of her T-shirt. She gasped. He unfastened the hooks of her bra, then walked in front of her again. She stared at him nervously.
“You don’t want to sleep in that thing, do you? Take it off.”
She didn’t want to pull off the T-shirt, then remove the bra because it was clear he wasn’t going to look away, so she wrestled her way out of the first strap by pulling it out the sleeve, then pulling her arm into the sleeve enough to pull the strap over her hand. She freed the second strap, though it was a little harder with the handcuffs dangling from her wrist, then she reached under the shirt and pulled out the bra. Her nipples pushed against the fabric and his gaze flickered to them.
“Lie down,” he commanded.
She sat down on the bed, watching him warily. He clamped his big hand around her uncuffed arm and pulled it over her head, then he grabbed the empty cuff attached to her other wrist and pulled it around a post on the headboard. The cold steel clamped around her second wrist.
He walked to the dresser and shoved the key in the top drawer.
“I tried to be nice before. Immobilize just one of your arms. But if I can’t trust you not to run off in the middle of the night, I’ll have to be more cautious. And less generous.”
He dropped his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, then shed his shirt. His big cock was still swollen, barely contained in his snug boxers.
“Fuck, do you know how hard it is sleeping beside you and not doing anything about it? And you look so fucking sexy lying like that.”
With her arms pulled over her head, her breasts were thrust upward, and with his intense gaze on them, her nipples peaked, pushing against the fabric.
He sank onto the chair facing the bed and pulled his cock free, then wrapped his hand around the considerable length. He began to stroke, watching her, his eyes intense. She couldn’t help staring at the massive shaft as his hand glided up and down, stim
ulating it. God, if she weren’t his prisoner, she would love to get up and kneel down in front of him, then wrap her hand around it and stroke, just like he was doing now. She’d love to capture that huge cockhead in her mouth and suck. Feel the hard flesh fill her mouth.
Damn, what was wrong with her? Her insides quivered. Oh, God, if he unfastened her cuffs right now and commanded her to sink to her knees in front of him and suck him to climax, then swallow every drop, she would do it. She wanted to do it.
And that’s why she hated herself right now.
She watched transfixed as he picked up his rhythm, pumping himself harder and faster. The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing and the sound of skin moving roughly over skin. She felt her own breathing accelerate in time with his bobbing fist. Then he groaned and, as she watched, a stream of white erupted from his cock, then spilled down over his hand, which still jerked up and down. Her insides tightened at the thought of what it would feel like if his cock had been deep inside her when he’d come.
He grabbed a tissue and wiped himself up, then disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned a few moments later, he turned out the light, then climbed into bed behind her.
“Fuck, roll over.”
She started to roll toward him.
“No, the other way. I’m not going to be tortured all night by the sight of those pert breasts of yours pointing at the ceiling.”
He moved close and his arm came around her waist, then he drew her tight to his body.
“With your hands cuffed like that, you’re bound to roll onto your back again when you fall asleep. I don’t want that to happen.”
His arm tightened around her waist and with her arms pulled over her head, she wouldn’t be able to stop him from brushing his hands over her breasts if he wanted to. His big fingers were only inches from them.
And, God help her, she really wanted him to reach up and cup her breasts in his big hands.
Her heart thundered and she waited, but then his deep, even breathing told her he’d fallen asleep.