Conquering India

by Conquering India [lit]

  "You said you would be naked, too."

  Her voice was just above a whisper, and he could hear the blush in it, but there was something else. The same craving he felt blazing through his blood vibrated in her voice—called to him. He looked up at her face, then slowly, without breaking eye contact, unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders, his pants, shoes, and socks were soon discarded somewhere behind him.

  When he covered her with his body, everything in his soul told him to take, to push himself to the hilt and enjoy the wet clasp of her sex. He held back. He wanted this to go further, wanted her to know just how good it could be.

  With a smile, he slipped down her body, licking, nibbling and caressing. When he slipped his tongue over her stomach, her muscles quivered. She came up on her elbows and stared down at him.

  "Oh, Wade, no."

  He chuckled because it was a half-hearted protest. As before, he could hear the desire in her voice. He tore his attention away from her face and looked at her pussy. Her curls were damp with her juices. He drew in a deep breath, enjoying the musky scent of her arousal. His mouth watered with the need to taste her.

  The moment he slipped his tongue between her folds, she moaned. The flavor of her, sweet and sassy, exploded across his tongue, dazzled his senses. She lifted herself against his mouth, her moans growing as he thrust his tongue into her hot core again and again. He knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge, and he was tempted to do just that. He wanted her so far gone she would not be able to think.

  He took her hardened clit into his mouth and sucked. Her moans grew in volume, her legs shifting restlessly beside him. She shuddered as he slipped a finger into her pussy. God, her muscles clamped down so hard on his digit, he felt another drop of cum slip from his cock. Just the thought of what it would feel like as he thrust into her tight, wet passage almost wiped out what little control he had left.

  He gathered her juices, eased his finger out and down to her anus. She froze. It told him what he wanted to know, and he could not help but feel smug. No man had ever taken her like that, and Wade couldn’t wait to the one who did. He slowly eased his finger in.

  "Wade?"

  He looked up her body at her face. "Tell me if you don't like it."

  "I..." She shivered. Since she seemed at a loss for words, he decided to help out.

  "How does it feel? Do you like feeling my finger?" He closed his eyes, and the scene he thought of one too many times came blazing across his mind. He dreamed of bending her over a table and easing into that tight ass of hers. Good Lord, when he drew his hand away, it shook. "Hmm, I can't wait to bend you over and slid my cock into your tight hole."

  Her quickly drawn in breath was filled with shock and colored with arousal. Need rode him hard. His cock pulsed, begging for relief.

  He slipped his hands under that full, rounded ass and lifted her pussy to his mouth. He made sure she could not move, taking complete control of her. He devoured her now, pushing his way into her pussy, lapping at her juices, sucking and licking her clit. Minutes later, she stilled, then convulsed.

  "Oh, Wade. Oh. My. God." She screamed his name again as she came. He looked up at her as a look of pure pleasure washed over her features. His body responded, demanding release.

  He rose to his feet and grabbed the condom he’d put on the nightstand. She still shivered from her release as he eased his way into her tight, hot, clinging passage. Her muscles clamped down on him and he stilled. His body quivered, needing relief, but another part of him clenched, warmed. His chest felt the quick, hard kick of lust and love, adding another layer of heat to their joining.

  Fuck, this felt so right. The only missing piece of the puzzle was Marc, but Wade brushed that aside. Right now, he wanted to enjoy, to feel her come again, to complete what they had started.

  He pulled almost all the way out and plunged back into her again, building her back up to the edge again. With each thrust, he pushed both of them further. He lifted himself to his knees, taking her hips in his hands, and pounded into her again and again.

  “Oh, Wade!” She climaxed again, her muscles pulling him deeper and stripping his orgasm from him. He thrust into her to the hilt as his balls drew up tight. He shuddered as he came, hot bliss washing over him as he gave himself over to his release.

  Moments later, he collapsed beside her, then pulled her into his arms. India snuggled against him, her curves pressed against him. She sighed, the sound of satisfaction easy to hear. Contentment like he had never known settled in his chest, warming him. Everything felt right, felt just as it should be but for one glaring problem, Marc.

  He brushed a soft kiss on her forehead, and she let out a little feminine snore. Smiling, he decided that he would take care of his friend tomorrow. Marc wouldn’t know what hit him was the last thought Wade had before drifting off to sleep.

  * * * *

  India rolled over and felt for Wade. Cold sheets met her palm. Sitting up, she frowned wondering where he could be. She listened for a moment and noted that the house was silent. Wade could move quietly if needed, but she had wooden floors throughout the house. She would have heard him if he were there.

  Disappointment dampened what should have been a wonderful morning. Frowning, she grabbed her silk robe. The soft fabric slid over her skin and she sighed. She loved the feel of silk, but this was the only piece of clothing she could afford right now. It was her one indulgence, she thought as she looked down at her toes. She missed pedicures.

  She pushed herself from her self-pity and padded barefoot out into the living room–kitchen. When she didn't find Wade there, she felt another twinge of self-pity. He hadn't even woken her up to say goodbye. Odd, given is pursuit of her last night, but then...maybe after his conquest, he got bored. Lord knew he could do better than a thirty-five year old trying to put her life back on track.

  With a sigh, she moved to the kitchen table and there, scrawled in strong masculine writing, was a note from Wade.

  Be right back. Don't get dress on my account.

  W-

  India couldn't stop the giddiness that shifted through her, or the giggle that escaped. Oh, she had it bad if just a little note saying that he was coming back made her this happy. There was no way this was going anywhere. They were just not right for each other. And she had a business to run. But she at least wanted a chance at more great sex.

  She closed her eyes remembering the second time they made love. She’d come awake quite suddenly, her body already shivering from the pleasure he created with his hands and his mouth. He mounted her the minute he realized she was truly awake. Even now, she could feel her pussy clench at the memory, a gush of liquid filing her slit.

  He’d turned her into a nympho.

  A knock sounded at the door. Her heart jumped, her breathing hitched. He was back. Without looking, she unlocked and opened it. All her happiness faded when she found Johnny standing on her doorstep, a dozen roses in hand.

  Chapter Five

  Wade pulled up behind a BMW and immediately knew something was wrong. One look at India's porch told him that “something” was another man. A twist of jealousy hit him so hard in the chest, he almost growled. What the hell was she doing entertaining a man on her porch? Good Lord, she was wearing some little red number in plain view of another man. He was pretty sure there was nothing beneath it from the outline of her breasts.

  Their voices raised and a look of fear passed over India's face. Without thinking, he was out of his truck and striding up the walk.

  He stopped short of grabbing the man by the collar and throwing him to the curb.

  "I just want to talk about you coming back to work for our company." The man whined like a little boy, and it was at that point that Wade realized this must be the ex-husband.

  "India has her own business now."

  The man whirled around, his movements so overblown, it was almost comical. When India looked up at him, relief softened her features. It warmed his heart th
e way she looked at him, as if he were exactly what she needed.

  "Who the hell are you?"

  The ex's question brought Wade's attention back to him and he frowned. He thought he would be older, fatter, and hopefully uglier, but he wasn't. In fact, he looked the picture of health and wealth.

  "Wade Thompson. I'm a friend of India's." He offered his hand to shake, but the idiot just kept staring at him as if he were from another planet. Of course, he might be able to tell if Wade touched him. There was a good chance he would hurt the bastard. Wade dropped his hand.

  The ex sneered. "A little early to be calling on a friend."

  Wade's fingers burned to wrap around the jackass' neck and choke the life out of him. One look at India had him pausing. Any altercation would cause a scene, and he knew India wouldn’t be happy.

  "I'm returning.”

  The man's eyes widened then narrowed. "What the hell does that mean?"

  “It means I spent the night here, and while I don’t mind India having male friends, I truly don’t like having them pop up at six in the morning.”

  With an aggravated huff, her ex turned to face India. “Did you spend the night with this man?”

  Wade had never really seen India mad. She was always so easy going, with a secret smile that made him think she found most of life amusing. Even though it wasn’t directed toward him, Wade almost took a step back at the pure rage that flashed over her face and darkened her eyes.

  “What right do you have asking me that?”

  A smart man would have recognized her anger, would have backed away or apologized. Her ex-husband was not a smart man.

  “We’re barely divorced and you’re fucking anything that comes along?”

  He opened his mouth to explain he wasn’t just anything, but the look on India’s face stopped him. She went from furious to borderline murderous in the blink of an eye. She stepped off her porch and her ex apparently realized just how pissed India was. An angry flush added color to her golden skin. She looked like an Amazon. Damn, he wanted to pick her up, take her into the house, and make love to her all over again.

  "Me? Me?! You were the one who decided to fuck my cousin, all the while I built one of the best franchises in Texas. Then, in your wisdom, you dumped me for a woman who was barely legal. What was it that you said?" She paused. The asshole opened his mouth, but he apparently realized just how dangerous India was right now and shut it. "Right. 'Sorry, love, but other than our mutual goal with the restaurants, I really don't need you.' You called me boring. Me!"

  "You were always working and you never wanted to go anywhere."

  Jesus, he was stupid.

  "Yes, I was. While you were flitting off to Vegas and Hawaii and Miami, I was working. I was earning the money. So, if someone was lacking in our relationship, I think it was you. Until I came along, you couldn't earn a dollar. You failed as a provider."

  She drew in big gulps of air, and Wade was mesmerized. Damn, he knew the woman had fire in her, but he had no idea it was so damned sexy.

  All his admiration turned deadly the minute her ex stepped forward and threw the flowers down. His threatening stance had Wade moving closer.

  "You ball-busting bitch. It wasn't my fault you were always so cold in bed. It was like sleeping with a dead woman."

  Anger morphed to rage as Wade stepped forward and grabbed the ex by the collar. "This is where you find something else to do."

  He dragged the man back to his beamer and tossed him against it. He bounced off it, and Wade shoved him again. "Listen to me, you little bastard. You even think of coming over here again, I'll beat you beyond recognition. They’ll have to use dental records to identify your body. Do you understand me?"

  All the color drained out of his face as he nodded.

  "Now, get back in the car and leave. And pray to God I don't find you somewhere in a dark alley. Do you understand me? I’m restraining myself because I don't want to upset India anymore, but if I find you alone, all bets are off."

  Wade pushed himself away from the car, breathing heavily, the need to destroy something pumping through his veins.

  He watched the coward trip over himself to get into the car. Once he pulled away from the curb, Wade counted back from ten, trying to calm the need to destroy.

  He turned and found India watching him, her face bloodless, all the sexy anger completely drained. His heart ached, his body moved forward with only one thing on his mind, comfort.

  He bent to pick up the flowers, but she said, "Leave them. He always used flowers to cover up his lies. They can die there."

  No emotion filled her voice, her eyes unfocused on the ground in front of her.

  "India, hun?"

  She looked up and shivered. Pain twisted his chest. Oh, God, he hoped she wasn't scared of him. "Honey, let's go in."

  She nodded and turned to walk in. When he came up the steps, she moved away from him. He didn't want her to fear him, but Wade knew that the blame could be laid at the feet of her ex-husband.

  "How about I get some coffee started?"

  "I have to get ready. I have a wedding booked today."

  Flat, unemotional. This was not like India at all. She was bubbly, happy, always ready with a smile. His worry turned to panic.

  "A cup of coffee will get your engines revving."

  When she said nothing, Wade walked around to look at her face. The mortification he saw stamped on her features caused another worry.

  "India?"

  "Could you please just leave?"

  The desperation in her voice tore at his heart. "I don't want to leave."

  When she finally looked at him, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. He gulped, trying to rid himself of the knot in his throat.

  "I can't deal with this."

  "He's gone. He won't be back."

  She blinked and the tears trickled down her face. "I can't deal with you, with all of this. Don't you understand?" The last of it came out on a sob.

  He reached for her and she backed away. Something in his chest twisted.

  "I'll ruin it. What the hell was I thinking? I couldn't keep him happy. How would I keep a man like you happy?"

  Slowly, as if she were an animal he might spook, he slid his hand into hers, then up her arm.

  “I don’t know what your marriage was like, but it sounds like your ex was a pretty self-absorbed prick.”

  She laughed, although there was no joy in it. “I mistook it for confidence. Little did I know the only way he could feel confident was screwing someone younger, someone who never questioned his authority.”

  “Sounds like you were lucky to get away from him.”

  She looked at him now. “Yeah. I could have done without the cheating and ruining a business I built. I didn’t think he’d come by again, but I know things are desperate.”

  "He's been by before."

  She nodded. "A few weeks ago...the night I had dinner with you and Marc."

  The first day they met. "But you haven't had any other problems with someone breaking into your house?"

  She shook her head. "He wouldn't do that again."

  Anger had his blood heating again. When he spoke, his voice was deadly soft, but India seemed not to notice. "He’s done it before? Broke into your house?"

  "Do we really have to get into this?"

  Crossing his arms over his chest, Wade stared at her.

  She rolled her eyes and walked over to the coffee pot. "Johnny really didn't understand what divorcing me meant. Especially when he went after the business."

  She filled up the coffeemaker then motioned to the table. He didn't want to sit down like they were having some goddamn casual conversation. She had an ex-husband who had broken into her house, and she was acting as if it was no big deal.

  Once they were settled at the table, she continued."See, Bunny—"

  "Bunny?"

  She sighed. "My cousin Bunny isn't the brightest bulb. But when your daddy is Nelson Delgado, it doesn't really mat
ter. So, she latched on to Johnny, not realizing that Johnny has no business sense. I was behind our success. Yes, Johnny had the contacts, but he also has a horrific temper. I spent a lot of my time smoothing over problems he created."

  Fury whipped through him, and he grabbed her wrist. She looked down at his hand then raised her gaze to him. One eyebrow rose in question.

  "You're telling me that your ex has a temper and he broke into your house?"

  She sighed again. "I have a restraining order."

  He snorted. "A fat lot of good that will do. He can just walk up to you anytime."

  She nodded. "I agree. But with each incident, I call the police. He’s building up a nice little portfolio with the San Antonio Police Department."

  He released her wrist. "I don't know if I like you staying here by yourself."

  She blinked. "What?"

  "It isn't safe for you here." Rage and helplessness had him by the balls. Johnny wasn't a prize, but he was in good shape, and it wouldn't take anything for the man to break into her house. She wouldn't have a chance against the bastard.

  "I think I know what’s good for me, and I have no problem being here on my own."

  He could tell he stepped over some invisible line by the tone in her voice. And dammit, that made him angrier. He wanted the right to step over the line, to protect her and keep her safe. His primal beast roared to life, trying to take control. Wade punched him back down. That day would come, but he didn’t have that right…not yet.

  "I'm sorry." He took her hand and pulled her out of the chair and into his arms. She was warm and soft, her luscious breasts pressed against his chest. Just touching her had his cock twitching, his heart racing.