by Joya Ryan
“Is there a damn part of you that isn’t made of honey?” he growled against her breast and sucked again, long and hard. Her cleavage bounced from his insistent suction, pulling and licking and devouring just like he had between her legs.
Eating her up and drinking her down.
And she loved every second.
The jingle of his belt unfastening made her eyes shoot wide open, and she leaned back, causing her breasts to pop from his mouth. He looked at her like she’d just taken away his new favorite toy. But she knew where this was going, and she had to get something she wanted first.
“Take off your shirt,” she commanded.
He reached behind his neck and tugged it off. Good Lord, he was even more ripped than she thought, and a glimpse of him didn’t compare to the full frontal. Though his jeans were still on, his belt was unfastened and his cock was straining past the waistline.
Poor thing looked big and swollen and angry.
She stared as he un-popped his fly, giving that impressive shaft more room.
“You’re staring, princess,” he said.
Wow. “Just examining my surroundings,” she said in a half-dazed voice.
He chuckled and leaned in to pull her nipple between his lips again, but she wiggled away.
“My turn. Either untie me or move closer. That chocolate isn’t really enough to sustain me as much as I’d like.”
With a grin, he wrapped his arm around her back and scooted her closer. She could feel the hot head of his shaft against her slick heat. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and the feel of his hot, hard skin against her nipples was soothing and exhilarating all at the same time. Skin to skin was a remarkable feeling.
She wanted him so badly, but first, she wanted to nibble on him the way he had her.
She kissed along his neck, tasting his pulse and sucking on it for a moment. His head lolled back just enough to let her know he liked her attending to him like this. So she snagged his earlobe between her teeth, and the big, strong man trembled. Actually trembled. So she ran her tongue around the shell of his ear and sucked the lobe again.
And again, he shuddered.
Which made her feel powerful.
Adventurous.
Still sitting with him fused between her legs, she bent the best she could to lick from his jaw to his chest. It was her turn to take his beaded nipple into her mouth and suck hard. Judging by the groan he let out, he liked it just as much as she did.
The first flank of his abs was hard. So incredibly hard she didn’t know muscles could be that solid. They were like marble. He didn’t even have to flex. But she couldn’t quite wrap her lips on it the way she wanted. He was too close, she was sitting without the use of her hands, and she couldn’t bend over any more.
Frustrated and dying to taste more of his sweet, salty skin, she bit the flank of his muscle, trying to draw more of it into her mouth.
He hissed, and she sat up.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
She was getting carried away, but he just smiled and glanced down the front of himself. Her teeth marks were on his skin, and holy God, it was hot. Made her feel in control even though she was the one bound. Made her feel sexy and alive. Not just a boring yuppie city girl.
She was desperate. Craving him. And using her teeth to get it.
“I like it when your teeth come out, princess.”
“I like it when your shirt comes off,” she countered.
“I’m not going to free you. Not yet. Not until you’ve finished your lesson for tonight.”
“What else is there?”
He grinned. “A lot more coming.” He pulled a condom out of his pocket, covered himself, and positioned the tip at her entrance. He was close again to giving her what she most craved. She could feel him prod her. His skin pressed against her, and his hip bones dug into her inner thighs. So close…one flex of his hips, and he’d be inside her.
“You need to know when to call out and when to stay quiet,” he said in a low tone. “If you’re alone and lost in the wilderness, you don’t want to bring attention to a predator.”
He shifted his hips. Not enough to enter her. Just tease her.
“Predator?” she repeated. Right now, Dex was the predator, and she was his prey. And she wanted to scream for him to take her.
“Yes, choose your screams wisely, princess. This is a test.”
Just then, she realized what he meant. The soft sound of clicking heels sounded from right outside her door. Her shop was closed, but she could hear a few passersby on the street, walking in front of the shop. And if she could hear them, then they could hear her—
Dex thrust inside of her, and she choked on a gasp to keep herself quiet.
He ground back. “Good girl,” he praised. He could hear the people outside, too. “But I know you’re a loud one when you’re getting what you want… Let’s see how much control you have.” He pulled all the way out and surged hard again. She wrapped her legs around his back and bit down on his shoulder to keep from moaning. Loudly.
His big hands clamped her ass and pulled her onto his cock even more as he pumped inside over and over. His movements were hard and fast and wild, and she hung on with her legs and her teeth on his skin.
The footsteps were getting farther away. In just a few more seconds, they’d be out of earshot.
“God, you’re fucking good,” he growled lowly in her ear and continued to fuck her hard. She felt all of his strength wrapping her up and taking her down. She dug her teeth into his shoulder more. Clamped her thighs as he thrust in and out. Her orgasm was climbing. Threatening.
“You wanna scream for me, don’t you?” he growled. She mumbled yes around the meaty shoulder that she was currently using to gag herself. Yes, she wanted to scream for him so much.
“You’re going to come,” he said. “And I’m going to come, too. What are you going to do, princess?”
“Scream,” she said in a muffled tone.
“Good girl.” With one arm fastened around her back, he reached between them to cup her throat. The footsteps were finally gone. “Now, scream for me.”
“Dex!” She released his shoulder, threw her head back, and yelled to the ceiling. “Oh, God, please, Dex.”
His big hand was cupping her throat, and she felt his smile against her neck as he kissed her jaw, her ear, her cheek.
With his lips against her ear, he rasped, “I can’t hear you, Princess. Is that all you’ve got?” He thrust harder. Faster. Over and over. Sweat slicking his body and hers. “How would I find you with those weak little pleas of yours?”
“Dex, please, please…” Her blood was boiling with pleasure. Her entire core melting for him as he owned her body. She couldn’t hold off the explosion. Her climax swept her up, her ass banging against the counter and Dex’s tight hold on her.
“Please, oh God, Dex…please.”
“Please what?” he growled.
“Please come for me.”
He kissed her hard on the lips. His big hand clamped on her throat, but he wasn’t hurting her. He was keeping her in his grasp. Commanding. And he did what she asked to do.
His big body shook and all those muscles contracted against her skin. She felt it from his lips to where he was buried inside of her. His release was powerful. And she felt empowered by it. She’d begged for it. Called out for it.
With several deep breaths, he slowly unfastened his grip from her and pulled away just enough to look in her eyes. She was caught up in the wild green. Like the wilderness. He was so good at dominating.
“See,” he said with a sinful smile. “Training with me isn’t so bad, is it?”
No, it wasn’t. It was hot and wild and made her lose her mind and her senses. And she still had four more hours to go…
Chapter Seven
“Range is cold,” Dex called out. Even though shooting at the gun range had nothing to do with being cold outside, the term was used when no one had guns pointed or loaded. It wa
s just him and East at the shooting range, but safety came first, especially with guns.
“So, you seem extra chipper this morning,” East said and started loading his 9MM.
Dex tried not to grin. He was especially chipper this morning. Considering he’d spent last night having a sexy city woman wrapped around him while he got to pleasure and torture her a bit. And it counted for his hours since he’d technically trained so…yeah, chipper was an understatement.
“Just having a good day,” Dex admitted and loaded his own gun. Getting ready for another round.
East was in the slot next to him. Even on their days off, they seemed to dress alike. Granted, when they weren’t in their SAR gear, jeans and a T-shirts weren’t that fashion forward. Still, he thought of all that lace and silk in Michelle’s shop and wondered what all of it would look like on her. He was partial to her naked, spread out, and moaning, but that was just him.
“So does this mood have anything to do with the beauty-shop hottie?”
“It’s a boutique,” Dex said.
East just chuckled. “Forgive me. I forgot you like ‘em high class.”
Dex shook his head. He did like them high class…and way out of his league. Which was why he was keeping this strictly professional with Michelle. Well, professional with sex. She’d made it clear last night that he’d have to exchange hours for hours. Her list for his training. And he was fine with that. Kept everything surface and on a time limit. As soon as his recertification was done and her list was complete, so were they.
Because it was about more than just a time limit. She didn’t want anything more, and he knew better than to expect it.
Managing expectations was a good thing. Reminded him what this really was and who he really was. Which was not Michelle’s type. He wanted her for the training hours and her sexy little moans, and she wanted him for her check mark obsession, fun, and pleasure.
“I’m finishing my training on her so I can get recertified.”
“Uh-huh,” East said with a knowing glance.
“Fine. And I’m enjoying her company in the meantime,” he said honestly. And maybe too innocently, because he was more than enjoying her company. Hell, he was pretty sure he hadn’t slept since he’d left her last night. Every time he closed his eyes, he smelled lilacs and saw her sweet face and tempting body. She was in his pores, and he hadn’t felt this good in a while.
Don’t forget this girl is gone as soon as her training is complete.
He’d repeated that to himself a million times. She didn’t want a relationship, and he didn’t have one to offer. That didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy this while it lasted. That was his specialty, after all.
“Uh-huh,” East said again and snapped the loaded clip into place. “So this training you’re doing, how’s it going? Can the girl find her way out of a forest?”
With the way she can scream?
She wouldn’t have to. Dex would find her in no time. The memory made him smile.
Damn, I love her screaming my name…
His fingertips practically hummed with the anticipation of touching her again.
“She definitely has some skills at getting what she wants.”
East faced him. “Still, survival skills are a good thing to know. I hope you’re being thorough.”
That made Dex think. Oh, he was being thorough, but maybe it was time to step up Michelle’s training and see what she could really be capable of.
“Range is hot,” Dex called out, shoving his clip into the gun and taking aim at the target in front of him. He had some ideas for Perfect-Ass Barbie. Now he just needed her to come over to his side of the wilderness.
Tactile Training…
Michelle reread the text Dex had sent yesterday over and over. What the hell was “tactile training?” Whatever it was, he’d invited her over to his place to “train” her on this, and now, standing out front of his rustic cabin on the edge of town, she was wondering how deep she’d gotten herself.
She wanted to be there, partly out of curiosity and partly because Dex made her feel alive. Like she was adventurous and fun. And he was incredibly hot, with a mouth that defied the best fantasy she’d ever had.
He was good at what he did and good at making her body tremble. He was also good at knocking her list all to hell. There were only a few fantasies left, and with the way he worked her over, she had no doubt the rest of her sexy list would be tackled, literally, in no time.
So yeah, she showed up and was now standing outside his door. But she wouldn’t knock until she felt certain she would be able to keep some kind of control.
Yes, she was having fun. Feeling independent, adventurous, and for the first time, truly happy. She was feeling like a capable woman. Natalie had been right. Why not? This wasn’t long term. This wasn’t even a relationship. Because that would go against her one item on the To Don’t list. He needed her time for his recertification, and she wanted his attention to check off her list. It all worked out. Still didn’t mean she was in to him per se. She was just enjoying it while it lasted, which was perfectly fine. So long as she kept her emotions in check. Because Dex was good at a lot of things, and she found herself actually liking him.
Kind of.
Wait, no, she didn’t “like” him, surely.
Okay, she liked him.
A little.
But he still annoyed her, and she was hoping for a chance to maybe bind him up and make him scream her name for a change. Not that she minded the other way around. But just the thought of having another “training session” with Dex had her skin already flushing. Maybe she could cross off her “take control and ride him like a bull” fantasy tonight.
With a deep breath, she knocked on the door.
“I was wondering when you were finally going to come in,” he said, opening the door. Had he seen her pacing on the porch? Judging by the grin on his face, yeah, he had.
And yet, he’d let her take her time. Like he’d known she was able to make that decision herself.
“Just mentally prepping,” she said.
“Oh yeah? You going to tell me what you have to mentally prep for?”
“You, mostly,” she said honestly.
He held the door open and let her in.
“Now I’m very intrigued,” he said with a smile. She tried not to notice how his shirt pulled tight across his chest or his dimples flashed with genuine interest. Interest in her. But her body noticed. So much that it made her chest feel tighter than normal and her heart skip a couple times. Man, she liked being looked at like that. Like he could actually see her, and she wasn’t invisible or standard or boring.
“I was just thinking how this training could benefit me,” she said.
“Course you are, princess. Aren’t your lights working?”
She nodded. He had her there. But she was thinking more along the lines of how she could pleasure him and check something off her fantasy list. Instead of coming out and telling him, she had every intention of paying extra close attention to him tonight. She turned her stare to his home. She was acting as casual as she could, but she couldn’t help fidgeting with her fingers as a rush of heat hit her skin just from his nearness.
His cabin was nice. Very rustic, but the detail was incredible. Small, cozy, and all man. Yet it was clean and warm and welcoming.
“I like your place,” she said. A few exposed wood beams supported the roof, and the open floor plan kept the kitchen and living area all together. The doors off to the left must be the bedroom and bathroom.
Gulp.
She could guess where this was going, and she had half a mind to resist him just to prove to herself that she could.
“Thank you. I figured it was only fair for you to see my wilderness since I saw yours.”
“Are you planning on teaching me how to escape it?”
He took a step toward her. “I was more interested in teaching you how to survive it.”
His voice was low and gravelly, and yes,
she wanted that, too. Except she knew the kind of orgasms Dex could give her, and she’d barely survived the last one. Her brain still wasn’t working right from the pleasure overload he’d administered. Which was why she had to keep at least a little control in this situation.
“I have some constructive criticism for you,” she announced proudly. Because if this was, in fact, some kind of game, she’d like to take away a better sense of self from it.
Enjoying this while I can…
“By all means, princess. I’d love your feedback.”
He parted his legs, his stance now wide, and crossed his arms. Looking at her and waiting. Which made it hard to think.
“Last training session, you bound me. Do you recall?”
“Vividly,” he said with a deep rasp that made her flush. Still she pushed forward.
“Well, you never showed me how to escape. Isn’t that something we should have covered?”
“If memory serves, you weren’t too interested in escaping.”
She bit the inside of her lip. Okay, he had her there. Still, in an attempt to keep this on some kind of level of “training,” she pushed for what she wanted.
“I must insist tonight that you show me how to escape binds. If that’s something you even know how to do.”
He chuckled. “Man, you say the sweetest things, princess. And yeah, I can show you how to escape. Don’t go blaming me when you’re free and still running my way, though.”
The look in his eyes told her he meant it, and she believed him. Because being tied up, bound, or even gagged wasn’t the problem. Once she was free, she was pretty sure she wasn’t going anywhere but closer to the sexy man before her.
This was her moment. To be adventurous and take a bit of the attention that she was craving from Dex. Because she was feeling stronger, happier, freer since her time in the woods. And she was starting to think he was the reason. Dex was the adventure. And she wanted to enjoy him.
Of course, she also wanted to give him pleasure. It was time to tackle the one thing on her list she’d avoided… The one thing she wanted to give…