by Taylor Lee
In response, he put the ominous tubes on the bedside stand, then pulled down the sheet and stretched out beside her. Tugging her up next to him, he murmured softly in her ear, “Tell you what, darling, let’s take this one step at a time. If at any time you want me to stop, you know that I will.” When she didn’t answer, he nuzzled the tender place below her ear and smiled at her involuntary start. “How about you tuck all those anxious thoughts into the back of your head and just allow your body to feel. Give in to all the outrageous things that your lover is going to do to you.”
She rose up and pushed him back. “What if I don’t want to do this?”
He shrugged and said as he worked his hands under the waistband of her harem pants, “How will you know if you do or not unless you try it?”
She swallowed when she felt his hand stroke her bare hip. Not able to shutter the quaking sensations flooding her core, she whispered, “Will it hurt?”
“I won’t lie to you, sweetheart. Yeah, it will hurt a little, but I’ll take care of you, Tara. I know what to do. And I’ll show you. I promise you that if at any time you tell me to stop, I will. But, sweetheart, I also promise you that if you let go of your fears and do everything that I tell you to do, you will feel a level of passion you didn’t know was possible.” He took her hand in his and placed it over her mound. Easing her fingers over her swollen labia, he murmured, “Feel here, sweetheart. I haven’t so much as sucked on your nipples and your pussy is already wet. Isn’t that amazing? From just telling you what I’m going to do to you, how I am going to take you, your body is responding.”
His voice was soft, seductive. “Tell you what, Tara, I have a job for you. I want you to put your fingers inside your pussy and find your clitoris.” When she pulled away with a shocked gasp, he grasped her hand. “Here, honey, I’ll help you.” At her cry, he slid her fingers inside her swollen labia and pressed her fingers against the sensitive nub. “That’s the way, darling. Can you feel how wet you are? How your tight pussy is grasping your fingers? Now, sweetheart, feel your clit. That’s the way. Rub your fingers round and round it. Feel how hard it is? How it’s throbbing?”
Tara writhed under his expert touch, giving in to the erotic pleasure of his seductive words. Her nipples ached and her clit felt hard, swollen. At the whirl of sensations raging through her, she almost forgot what he was going to do. Reveling in the familiar sensations surging through her, she was startled to feel him press one finger into her smallest hole.
His raspy voice warned her. “Uh-uh. Don’t, darlin’. Don’t pull back. Just feel. Does this hurt?”
When she hesitated, his voice dropped to a husky, insinuating murmur. “Or, Tara, does it feel good? So good, you are aching for more? How about this, darlin’?”
Before she could stop him, he slipped two lubricated fingers inside of her and gently stretched the tight rim. The burn was intense, but so was the pleasure. Tormented by the competing sensations of her fingers inside her pussy and his in her rear, she was startled to feel him insert yet another lubed digit into her ass.
His caution was firm, unrelenting. “No, no, Tara. Don’t clamp down. Do you hear me honey? Don’t fight me. It will make it hurt more.”
Given the fiery sensations raking across her, Tara didn’t know how much longer she could hold back. Her need to come was fierce. Just when she thought she’d reached the limit of her ability to stave off a raging climax, Griffin flipped her on her stomach. Shoving off his sweats, he raised her hips and slid a pillow under her belly. Pressing her chest against the bed, he spread her knees apart and pulled her ass up close to his bare hips. He slipped his hand between her thighs and captured her hand with his.
“Mmm, so good. God, baby, you are a sexy woman. Can you feel how wet you are, sweetheart?”
But what she felt instead was the head of his cock nudging against her tight opening. Pulling back, she involuntarily clenched down. To her surprise, he smacked one cheek and then the other.
“Uh-uh, baby. Don’t fight me, darling. I am going to come inside you and you are going to let me.” Griffin’s lips were hot, tight against her ear. His voice was low and intoxicating. “Honey, when I press in like this, I want you to bear down. Yes, baby, like that. Now love, are you as wet as I think you are? Tell me. Are your fingers drenched?”
His sexy words made her clit swell and her juices surge. Before she could stop him, with a sure thrust, he pressed past the tight ring of muscle. Tara cried out in shock, stunned at the combination of pain and pleasure so intense she lost her breath.
“Easy, baby. We’re gonna go slow and easy, Tara.”
Griffin spread her cheeks apart and drove in deeper. He couldn’t hold back an excited groan. “God, Tara, you’re tight. So fucking tight.”
At her wail, he ordered, “Touch yourself, baby. That’s the way, sweetheart. Hell, honey, I can feel your pussy clench. So good, honey, so damned good.” Heartened by her throaty moans, Griffin began to thrust into her, slowly in and out, letting her get accustomed to his size. Her tight channel urged him forward. He knew his control was questionable. He didn’t know how long he could be inside of her like this without fucking her like a hungry animal, deep and hard.
When Tara cried out, a sobbing moan, he held her tight. “It’s okay, baby, feel it. Can you feel me, sweetheart? Big, hard inside of you? Touch yourself, Tara. Make that hot clit of yours throb, baby, make it burn!”
Little by little he quickened his pace, pulling her ass cheeks higher, positioning her for a deeper thrust. If he dared. Hell, as if he could stop. To his joy and relief, he felt her internal muscles clench, spasm—a signal he knew well. Her climax was approaching. Her breath was coming in noisy pants. Sweat gleamed on her back. It mixed with the sweat dripping down his chest. Just when he was at the breaking point, she cried out.
“Now, oh my God, Griffin. I . . . I have to come! Now, please!”
Her words couldn’t have been more explosive if they were a red flag before a raging bull. His cock rose to the challenge, snapping his control. Griffin pulled back to her tight entrance, then drove deep inside. “Jesus fucking Christ, baby. I can’t stop.”
He fucked her then as he’d never thought he would. Deep, powerful, unremitting strokes. Her wild screams were frantic, as fierce as his ecstatic shouts. At her wailing shriek, Griffin shattered. With a harsh primal roar, he poured his seed into her, one hard, heavy spurt after another, in an orgasm so powerful it rocked him to the depths of his soul.
****
Griffin lifted her off the back of the motorcycle and stood her beside the bike. After he unstrapped her helmet and hung it on the back of the bike, he pulled her up close to him. Lifting her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he murmured, “How about it, lovely lady? Think you can walk to the door? I kind of hope you can’t, because then I would need to carry you.”
Shoving away from him, Tara snorted. “Just because I can barely sit down doesn’t mean I can’t walk.”
A peal of his laughter filled the air as he tugged her against him. Untying the pillow he’d strapped on the passenger pillion, he pressed it into her arms. Holding her close, he grinned at her. “Hey, you can’t tell me that I wasn’t taking good care of you. Especially that part of you that has to be a tad sore. I think you might be wise to keep this pillow close by. At least until I can get away and apply some of those cooling gels you seemed to appreciate last night.”
Knowing her cheeks were flaming, Tara pressed her face against his muscular chest, not wanting him to see how emotional she was. Or how embarrassed she felt. Even now, after he’d scrubbed their bodies in the shower and rubbed her sore bottom with healing ointments, then held her in his arms throughout the night, she still couldn’t believe what they’d done. Now, when he was once again preparing to leave her at the door, he forced her to meet his gaze. “You know that I wouldn’t leave you now, Tara, unless I had to.” When she just nodded, he said in a low voice riddled with intent, “But, sweetheart, don’t lock your door tonig
ht. I’d hate to have to break it down.”
Chapter 19
Hearing the sharp rapping on her front door and Tanya’s voice calling out to her, Tara struggled to come back to reality. She admitted with a sigh that if anything was likely to bring her down to earth, it was her frowning little sister storming onto the deck, her eyes wide with intent. Even if she hadn’t been wearing the badge clipped to her belt, it was clear that Tanya was in deputy mode.
“Damn, Tara, that was you, wasn’t it?”
When Tara just frowned, not understanding, Tanya barreled onward. “God, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I never would have believed it. If anyone knows how much you hate motorcycles, it’s me. But I literally did a one-eighty, getting ready to slap a ticket on that outrageous guy peeling down the highway a few dozen miles over the limit, when who did I see sitting on the back of that badass hog, clinging to that speed-demon driver? To my disbelief, I saw it was my sister. The sister who claimed that she would never ride on a motorcycle if it was the last thing she ever did. If that wasn’t enough, I realized that the demon driver was none other than Griffin Black. You know, Tara, the same Griffin Black that marched into the Bitter n’ Twisted and hauled your ass out of there as though it belonged to him.”
Tanya stopped mid-rant and studied her, then said with a low whistle, “And damn, big sis, if that look on your face is saying what I think it is, that badass may just have done that and then some.”
Tara did her best to give a nonchalant shrug but knew she’d failed when the irrepressible Tanya whistled again. “Don’t bother pretending, Tara. To put it nicely, you look like you’ve been rode hard and put up wet!”
“Uh, thanks, Tanya . . . Can I presume that is a compliment, not your way of telling me that I look like hell?”
“Oh, honey, hell ain’t the half of it. I can’t begin to tell you all the things I see in your eyes—and, I might add, on your body.”
At Tara’s surprised yelp, Tanya shook her head knowingly. “I can tell you, sis, if those love bites on your neck are an example of what is all over the rest of your body, it’s obvious you and I need to chat.”
When Tara couldn’t hold back a groan, Tanya went into deputy mode. “Okay, Tara, it’s clear you need some sister time. And, honey, given the look on your face and what I can surmise from the visible parts of your body, we need to grease our chat with the strongest booze I can find in your stock. So what if it’s only eleven o’clock in the morning? Hell, it’s five o’clock somewhere, right? And heck, what’s the worst that can happen? Dad or Tatiana might track us down, but so what? You know that whatever you tell me, they’ll know by the end of the day.”
By the time that she’d chugged a righteous glass of Jameson and didn’t object to Tanya pouring another, Tara had confessed enough of what had happened to her in the last couple of days that she decided to take a chance. She’d seen enough of the interactions between Tanya and her righteous FBI agent to surmise that Ryker Thompson might be as demanding a lover as Griffin. Struggling with how to say the words, she tried to mask what had happened in case Tanya had no idea of what she was talking about.
“Uh, Tanya, now that you know we weren’t exactly playing tiddlywinks these last two days, I’m wondering if maybe, you and Ryker . . . ” She stopped and then shook her head, knowing that she could never admit what she and Griffin had done, certainly not to her little sister.
At her hesitation, Tanya frowned. “Out with it, sis. You know that we can’t keep secrets from each other . . . or Tatiana. God, if that isn’t bad enough, somehow our father seems to know more about what we are doing than any father should know.”
Tara gave a quivery smile, thinking how true Tanya’s claim was. Although she and their father had a secret that neither of her sisters knew—and hopefully never would. She acknowledged with a start that Griffin did.
Tanya’s crisp question brought her out of her reverie and back to the conversation she’d initiated. She wished she hadn’t when Tanya said with an intent frown, “Have Ryker and I done what, Tara?” Glancing at the chair she was sitting on, Tara realized too late that she’d put the pillow that Griffin had given her as a joke on the lawn chair she was sitting on. Tanya’s eyes widened and she said with a low whistle, “Damn, if that pillow is as significant as it appears to be—at least if that’s what has turned your cheeks the brightest red I’ve ever seen, it appears that you have more than met your match.” She shook her head in disbelief. “I didn’t know there was another man in the world as powerful and frankly dominant as Ryker, but apparently, I was wrong.”
****
Tanya punched in his number and murmured into her cell, “Ryker, I’ve just spent the last hour and a half with my big sis.”
“She’s back? Great. I hope she’s okay.”
“Okay may not be the best word to describe her. As I told her, she looks like she’d been rode hard and put up wet.”
Ryker chuckled. “I guess that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, Tanya.”
“It’s more than that, Ryker. Black brought her home on the back of a souped-up Harley. You don’t understand. No one hates motorcycles as much as Tara does.”
“Hmm, as much as she hates robber baron developers?” At Tanya’s agreeing snort, Ryker added, “But, honey, it’s hardly a secret. Black is a powerful guy, not given to constraints.”
“You better believe it. And, Ryker, that’s not all. Are you ready for this? Uh, to put it nicely, he insisted that she have a soft pillow under her butt on their ride home. Need I say more?”
Ryker blew out a surprised whistle. “Damn, honey. It took me two whole weeks to take your ass and Black did Tara’s in two days? Christ, I never thought of myself as a slacker. But I gotta tell you, I’m not surprised. We Delta Force guys are hardcore. Dominant doesn’t begin to describe us. And, yeah, pushing the envelope in all areas of our lives is de rigueur for us D-boys. Sounds as though your sister found that out in every way possible.”
****
“I guess I don’t have to ask how your two-day sabbatical was, Griffin. I can’t remember when I’ve seen you more relaxed and frankly happy than you are now.”
Griffin shrugged and didn’t try to hide the grin curving his lips. “Apparently, I’m not as inscrutable as I’d like to think I am, Magnus. But since you’ve outed me and not only that, played a hell of a big role in making my ‘sabbatical,’ as extraordinary as it was, there’s no need for me to dissemble. In answer to your question, it was remarkable.”
Magnus laughed. “I gotta tell you, buddy, it would be hard to be anything less than extraordinary given that you were with one of the truly most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Not to mention the sexiest.”
When Griffin pressed his lips together and nodded in agreement, Magnus chortled. “C’mon, Griff, give it up. Not everything, as you know I have tender ears, but at least tell me if the fair maiden liked some of the supplies I laid in for you.”
“If you are asking whether the refrigerator full of specialties that would have made Dean and DeLuca’s proud, yes the food was fabulous. As were the wines and the booze. You definitely know how to spend my money, Magnus, and I’m glad as hell that you did. I wasn’t the only one who appreciated my consigliere—as my lovely guest called you.”
“Consigliere, huh? I like that. It has a certain mafia-like ring to it. At least it implies shadiness, or downright criminal activities. I guess it depends on what you did with the supplies I laid in.”
Griffin smiled. “I think you know me well enough to know that I never waste great food and high-end libations. And that’s when I’m with the ordinary women I get paired with.”
“Hmm, I dunno, Griffin, but the parade of supermodels who routinely inhabit your boudoir don’t exactly rank in what the rest of us poor souls would call ‘ordinary.’ ” Magnus shook his head. “Although I have to tell you, I agree. I don’t know when I’ve ever seen a more beautiful or sexier woman than the one who graced your bed these last two days
.” At Griffin’s agreeing nod, Magnus added with a sly grin, “But enough of the gastronomical goodies I supplied. I want to know how my wardrobe selections went over.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Magnus, except that both of us appreciated the changes of clothes you supplied. After all, we were there for two days, and there wasn’t exactly time to do laundry.”
“Cut the crap, Griff. You know I don’t give a shit about whether she liked the Chloé bomber jacket or the Dsquared2 skinny jeans. I’m much more interested in her reaction to the apparel I supplied to go under those jeans and jacket. Specifically, the red lace ones.”
Griffin pretended not to understand. Moreover, he didn’t want to discuss the extraordinary lingerie with his nosy partner, but seeing the wolfish glint in Marcus’s eyes, he knew it was going to be a challenge to put him off. Sure enough, the next sentence leaving Magnus’s lips cut to the chase and then some.
“No, buddy, I ain’t talking about the outerwear. I’m specifically talking about that red lace bra and scanty panty set that was remarkable for what was missing rather than what it included. All I can say is that I sure as hell hope you snapped a picture. I’ve got an in at Hustler, and I’m confident they would be interested in seeing a blonde-haired potential centerfold dressed in a cup-less red lace bra and a crotch-less red lace thong.”
Griffin was spared from responding to his partner’s outrageous taunt by a gasp from the doorway. Whirling around in his chair, Griffin was surprised to see Jia Yanlin standing in the doorway. He almost chuckled. Hell, he’d seen forbidding thunderclouds that weren’t as ferocious as her scowl. As with thunderclouds, it was a given that lightning strikes were sure to follow. In fact, it only took Jia seconds to underscore how potent those strikes were likely to be.
With a smile that could have chipped ice, Jia said, “I hate to interrupt your ‘locker room boy-talk,’ Griffin, but I have several important things to discuss with you that came up while you were gone.”