A distraction.
When he lifted his head to take a breath, she whispered, “Would you like to fuck me, Sir?”
He froze only a moment before kissing her again, hard and deep, a groan escaping him as his cock suddenly hardened between them.
Then he turned her around, a hand between her shoulders pushing her against the wall where she braced herself.
Then his cock was inside her, hard and fast and fierce. She reveled in the feel of it, knowing in this way, at least, she could give him comfort, take his mind away from what he’d seen. Not anything close to the subspace she was quickly growing to need, but maybe helping him a little.
Meeting every thrust, she threw her head back. “That’s it, Sir. Fuck me hard.”
He let out a hoarse cry as he plunged his cock deep into her pussy one last time, falling still and resting his head against her shoulders while trying to catch his breath.
Leaving her still horny and wanting, but happy.
Then he surprised her, kissing her and hooking his left arm around her, his hand cupping her right breast, while his right arm wrapped around her hip and his fingers found her clit.
“Your turn, sweetheart,” he muttered, his voice still deep rumbling. “You come for me now.”
He pinched her nipple with his fingers as his other hand sped up between her legs, her clit swollen and aching for release.
She was just about there when she realized he could see her back. Her scars.
Emotional vapor lock set in, tensing her whole body.
Apparently, he sensed it. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?”
“I…no, not that. I’m fine. Don’t stop.”
He did stop. In fact, he turned her around. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
In the face of what he’d just been through, she didn’t want to admit it. “My brain tried to break through, sorry. Nothing you did.”
He studied her as if trying to decide if she was telling him the full truth. Nodding, he gently pushed her against the wall. “Okay.” He sank to his knees, his hands spreading her legs as far apart as she could get them in the tub. Then he used his thumbs to part her labia and covered her clit with his mouth.
“Ahh…” She couldn’t think, could barely breathe. He knew how to use his tongue and lips, that was for sure. And now with her back safely against the wall, she could focus on nothing but those sweetly agonizing sensations washing through her and robbing her of the ability to form words. She braced her hands against his shoulders and held on.
Two fingers, then three slid into her wet cunt as he licked and sucked her clit. The first explosion felt that much sweeter when the walls of her pussy clamped down around his fingers. She thought it would overwhelm her, too much, too intense. When she tried to push his head away, he caught her wrist with his free hand and pinned it against the wall.
That triggered the second explosion.
“Mmm-hmm,” he mumbled, the vibrations strumming through her clit and into her core. Apparently he liked getting that reaction out of her, because she lost track of how long he knelt there making her come, how many orgasms he forced out of her before the water started going cold.
Only then did he sit back on his heels with a pleased smile on his face. She noticed his cock had hardened again, too. “Okay, so maybe something can make me feel a little toppy tonight.” He stood and kissed her, hard, a fist in her wet hair holding her head in place. “Did you eat?”
She nodded, her voice still shaky, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. When we get out of here, get dried off, and go heat my dinner, please.” He forced her head to the side, where he nipped up her neck to her earlobe. He’d quickly learned the effect that had on her. “When I finish eating, I’m going to take you to bed and fuck your brains again out before we go to sleep. How does that sound?”
“Good, Sir.”
He bit her again, harder this time, making her clit throb and pulling a needy cry from her. “That’s my good girl.” He let her go so suddenly she nearly fell over and had to grab hold of him for balance. “You all right?” he asked.
The playfully evil smile on his face told her he was damn well aware of what he’d just done to her.
And that it was giving him a needed distraction made her determined to keep that smile on his face. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He patted her on the ass. “I’ll be right out.”
* * * *
Bill tried to focus on the sweetly out-of-focus look Gabe wore. Yes, it’d been one of the worst days of his career. One of the kind he hoped he never had to go through again.
On the rare nights like this when he was with Ella, she’d done the same thing, instinctively knowing what he needed and when. Immediately after, he needed a distraction, just like this, powerful enough to turn his thoughts far away from what he’d seen.
Later, when he could process it better, he would come to grips with the day’s events.
But for now, the best medicine was Gabe and losing himself in her. He also wasn’t an idiot. She’d forgotten about her scars in her initial worry about him and his mindset.
For that, he knew he had fallen irretrievably in love with her. She’d frozen up when his focus returned to her and she realized he could clearly see her scars.
That was something he hoped he’d be able to help her overcome with time.
Not tonight. He wasn’t in a good mindset to do that tonight. Tonight he was content to let her take charge, despite her not realizing that was exactly what she’d done by offering herself to him.
Tonight he was eager to assuage his own scarred soul by letting hers tend to him.
And he couldn’t love her more for it if he tried.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The task force was nearly ready to start arresting their suspects that next weekend, meaning Bill and Gabe would miss their Saturday dinner with their friends. They opted to take Wednesday off, giving them time alone together, but not screwing up their prep work for the operations.
In a way, Gabe dreaded the upcoming arrests because it meant a shift to a long-distance relationship. Even though it was only a couple of hours away, knowing she couldn’t just hop in a car and quickly be at his house, or see him sitting across a conference table from her at work, twisted her heart in an unpleasant way.
Bill had gone up to Sarasota and spent Tuesday night with Gabe. Over breakfast Wednesday morning, they were trying to decide what to do for the day when Gabe came up with a comment out of left field that left her mouth before she was able to stop it.
“How do you know we’ll be compatible outside of the bedroom?” she asked.
“Instead of looking for excuses why this relationship won’t work, how about looking for the things that will and do work?”
“I’m serious,” she said. “I want to know there’s going to be more to this than just in bed.” She realized how that sounded. “I mean, bed’s great. But I need more than that.”
“Okay, fine.” He leaned against the counter. “What do you want to do, then?”
“I want to go to a gun range.”
He arched an eyebrow at her. “Really?”
“Yeah. Why? What’s wrong with that?”
The lopsided smirk he wore made her alternately want to kiss him and slap it off his face. “Nothing’s wrong with it,” he said. “I just don’t meet too many women whose idea of a romantic date is a trip to the gun range.”
She smiled. “Well, aren’t you a lucky boy, then? I won’t even make you buy my targets or ammunition.”
He stepped forward, so close she had to look up into his face. “Maybe I want to buy your targets and ammo.” He dropped his voice. “Maybe you need to make some concessions every once in a while and let me do things I want to do for you without fighting me about it. Or are you too scared to do that? You can always code if you don’t like it, but there’s no logical reason for you to fight me on this one. Your choice.”
She knew what he was doing. He w
as challenging her in more ways than one. There was still that sharp edge of their dynamic working its way through, and he knew she knew the last thing she wanted to do was code for something that didn’t involve sex or impact play.
More surprisingly, she realized she didn’t mind. “Okay,” she agreed. “Fine. You can buy my targets and ammo. Sir,” she added.
He grinned as he pulled her in for a hug. “Now was that so hard?”
“You might change your mind when you see the price of 9mm ammo.”
He kissed the side of her neck. “I’m going to wear you down eventually. You realize that, right? I’m going to show you this is right for both of us.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she mumbled against his chest.
He made her look at him again. “You don’t have to let Maria live rent-free in your head any longer. Hell, you don’t have to let her live there even if she was paying her own way. You have to make a choice to get rid of all that crap and be happy because it’s the right thing to do. You’re a strong, intelligent woman with a good head on your shoulders. You don’t need that old bat’s voice in your head. It’s only holding you back at this point.”
“There you go using logic again,” she tried to joke.
“Yes, me and that damned devil logic. Evil stuff. Might actually make you happy.”
“I don’t know if I know how to be happy,” she admitted before she even realized the words were out of her mouth.
He took her hands in his and held them pressed against his chest. “I know it’s hard for you,” he said. “But can you trust me at least this much? I know what happy feels like. I had happy, and then I had it ripped right out of me. So when I say this feels good, feels happy, believe me. I know both ends of the spectrum. This is what it’s supposed to feel like.”
“Terror? Uncertainty? Like the world’s spinning out of control?”
He smiled. “Yep. That’s happy.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Huh.” She let him pull her close again, her cheek resting against his chest. “I didn’t know fear and happy could go hand in hand like that.”
He rubbed his chin against the top of her head. “A lot of people don’t.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever want to get married,” she admitted.
Where the hell did that come from?
“That’s all right,” he assured her. “I’m happy with what we have. I also know long distance might take us a little getting used to, but we’ll handle that as it happens. I’m willing to take you as you are, right now, without any pressures about what should or shouldn’t happen in the future. I’m good with that. If you decide you want more, I’m not going to lie and say I wouldn’t like that, too. But I’m not going to get greedy. I never thought I’d ever be this happy again. So I’m more than willing to take you the way I have you right now, and just be grateful for every minute I get to spend with you.”
“Snarky and terrified and confused?”
He chuckled again, a sweet, low sound that rumbled through her body. “Beautiful and perfect,” he insisted. “Let me decide how I see you, not defined by how you see yourself.”
* * * *
By the middle of the next week, they were knee-deep in the paperwork end of things, having arrested over fifty suspects in four counties. Gabe had forgotten it was her birthday, but Bill hadn’t.
“We are taking tomorrow off,” he told her that evening when she arrived at his house. “I already cleared it with my boss and yours.”
She felt her face heat. “You did?”
“Yep, I called him.”
“What did you tell him?”
He grinned. “That I thought you were working yourself to death, and considering you and I had become friends, I wanted to go over your head and get you time off that I knew you wouldn’t take for yourself.”
“What did he say?”
“That he was glad I told him, and that if you try to do any work tomorrow he’ll have your head.”
“So what are we doing tomorrow?”
He grabbed her braid, removing the elastic band from the end and finger-combing her tresses before releasing her hair from the other elastic band at the base of the pony tail. He wrapped her hair around his hand and used it to gently tip her head back.
She felt her body melting, instantly responding. “We are going shopping tomorrow, sweetheart,” he told her. “And I am buying you a couple of things.”
“What things?”
“Presents. Same rules, you have the right to code, but I want to do this for you as a birthday gift. In other words, please don’t spoil my fun. Got it?”
She nodded as much as his grip on her hair would allow. “Yes, Sir.”
Leaning in, he kissed her. “That’s my good girl.”
That was all it took to finish her off. When he called her that, no matter what, she knew she’d do anything, everything he asked of her.
Between that and that damn smile of his, he had a sneaky way of getting her not only go along with him, but to enjoy it.
He’d ordered them pizza. After eating, he took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom, where it was dark except for a shaft of dim illumination from the nightlight in the bathroom slanting through the door. She loved that he made every attempt to keep the lights down for her in bed, knowing her hesitation.
He began undressing her. “Time to turn your brain off, sweetheart,” he said with a smile. “You completely belong to me for the next twenty-four hours.”
When he had her naked, he kissed her, his clothes pressing against her bare flesh and sending tendrils of need coursing through her body. Her clit throbbed, a quick study in knowing what this man could do to her body.
He grabbed her ass with both hands, fingers digging in as he ground his hips against hers. Through his slacks she felt the rigid, swollen outline of his cock. “See what you do to me, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He reached into the bedside table and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. In one fluid movement, he had spun her around, cuffed her wrists behind her head, and pushed her facedown over the bed.
He stepped between her legs, folding his body over hers, his mouth barely inches from her ear. “Tonight, sweetheart, I plan on fucking you long and slow and using one of your own toys against you.” She heard the familiar click of the vibrator she’d brought with her, at his insistence.
Now she understood why.
It hummed to life and she jumped when he reached between her legs with it, pressing it against her clit.
“You belong to me tonight, sweetheart. And I want to hear you moan and scream my name.” The comforter rubbed against her nipples, which suddenly ached to feel him sucking or nipping or pinching them. “How’s that sound?”
“Good, Sir.”
He removed the vibrator and flipped her onto her back, lifting her ankles to his shoulders. It left her cunt open and exposed to him.
He slipped two fingers between her labia, into her pussy, and a grin filled his face. “You are a very wet girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Did I do that to you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He replaced his fingers with the vibrator, easing it in as deeply as it would go and leaving it there. Then he knelt down and buried his face in her pussy, her thighs shoved apart by his shoulders.
She let out a cry as the first orgasm hit her, between his tongue flicking at her clit and the vibrator hitting her G-spot, she was helpless to stop it. He reached up with both hands and found her nipples, adding deliciously sharp pinches to the sensations.
A second orgasm slammed into her. “Sir!”
He lifted his face from her pussy and sternly ordered, “Take it or code, sweetheart. You’re going to keep coming until I’m ready to let you stop.”
His tone triggered number three inside her even before he lowered his face back to her clit and began sucking on it.
She didn’t
know how long she lay there taking it, pleasure so intense she burst into tears at one point even as she was moaning her way through yet another orgasm.
Wanting it to end, she never wanted it to end, and the paradox slammed into her just as hard as another orgasm.
Only when she was shattered and helpless and weak, trembling, did he relent. He withdrew the vibrator and turned it off, tossing it onto the bed. He sat up and unfastened his slacks, shoving them and his briefs down. Climbing onto the bed, he lifted her legs over his shoulders again and pressed her thighs back until they touched her chest as his cock slid deep inside her.
He reached up and clasped her hands. She lay cocooned in his embrace, the world no longer existing.
She stared up into his eyes in the dim light, wondering how she could ever love anyone as much as she loved him, terrified it might end one day, scared he might come to his senses.
He smiled as he took a long, slow thrust. “Oh, sweetheart, I plan on making this last. I want at least one more out of you like this, if I have to stay here and fuck you all night long.”
His fingers tightened around her hands. She couldn’t have wiggled free, with the handcuffs securing her arms behind her head, if she wanted to.
“You have no idea what this does to me,” he said, “hearing you come like that, your eyes glazed over when you realize you have to lie there and take what I give you because you don’t want me to stop and you’re afraid I might.”
He knew. He’d seen it. How had he appeared in the middle of her heart like this?
“This is me,” he whispered. “You want me? You’ve got me. And I’ve got a brain full of dark desires, things I’d like to do to you.” As he talked he fucked her, his cock gliding along her clit with each stroke. “Rope ties I’ve seen that I would love to do to you. Fantasies of installing a hard point in the ceiling in here so I could tie you in a sex swing and fuck you all night long like that. Getting you used to nipple clamps and making you beg to come because I spend hours teasing and tormenting you without letting you get over the edge.”
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