by Zoey Derrick
“Exactly.” He winks and leads me up another staircase like the first. The stairs seem to spread the entire length of the house, which I find to be an odd waste of space, but then again, I don’t have millions of dollars to purchase a place to live.
The next floor is a little more formal, but still homey in a way. Dyson’s tastes for white, black and silver from his office extend over to his house with black leather sofas, a black dining room high top table, and silver fixtures. The entire floor is done in a pearl white tile that is a bit iridescent showing off different colors as you move throughout the room. The kitchen is state of the art and drool worthy with an oversized chrome fridge, double oven and an eight burner cooktop set in an island in the middle. “Wow,” I breathe.
“You like to cook?”
I smile a little secret smile. “I love to cook.”
“You any good at it?”
I scoff playfully at him. “Men and their love of food.” He snorts and shrugs his shoulders, “um, Becca refuses to cook because she says that compared to my food, hers tastes like cardboard.” I scrunch up my nose, “she’s right.”
“Well then, you’re going to have to cook me dinner sometime.”
I raise both my eyebrows, “oh really?”
“Yup, but not tonight,” he smirks and leads me toward another staircase that leads us up to another floor.
“How many floors are there?” I ask him.
“Five. The game room, which is technically below ground. The house staff area is actually the same floor the garage is on, that door you saw?” I nod. “Then the main floor has a stairwell that leads to the front door that’s on the side of the garage.” He points down a hallway. “But I don’t use it much,” he says by way of explanation as to why we didn’t just come in that way. “The next floor is a bedroom floor. It has my office, plus two other bedrooms, but the level is mostly unused. Then the top floor,” he explains as he pulls me up the second set of stairs, away from his office level. “Is my room.” he finishes as he lets me enter first.
I climb the stairs and slowly the light comes into view. It only takes me a moment to realize one whole wall of his bedroom is glass. Though the landscape isn’t drop dead impressive, it affords a better view of the Central Avenue area of Phoenix. It’s gorgeous nonetheless. “What is it with you and massive windows?” I tease him.
“I don’t like feeling trapped inside,” he shares and while I can tell he knows I was teasing, the honesty of his statement is not lost on me. I can understand not wanting to feel that way. I smile in understanding and take in the rest of the room.
“Not much of a decorator?” I smirk.
“Ha, no,” he laughs. “I like things simple.”
“Then what are you doing with me?”
He saunters toward me and I take a step back. The look in his eyes is predatory and he has me cornered. “I like you wild and crazy, a princess and a tigress all at the same time.”
“Kiss ass,” I quip and he envelopes me in his arms, burying his face in my neck and hair and I hear his deep inhale as he pulls me into his body much the same way I do with him.
“The only ass I will ever kiss, princess, is yours.”
“I hope so,” I laugh and he lifts his eyes to mine. “Kiss me,” I breathe.
“Your wish is my command, princess.”
With that he claims my mouth with his own and my desire explodes in my veins. The next thing I know, we’re both naked and landing on the bed. Dyson is on top of me and I push on his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. Our eyes meet and my body ignites when I feel his cock between my legs and I flick my hips. His cock rubs along my clit and pleasure pools in my core. I need him, want him and he’s not stopping me from taking him.
His hands slide up my body from my thighs, over my hips, up my sides leaving goosebumps in his wake and I shiver. My nipples harden into tight elongated peaks and he rears up. He snakes an arm around my waist, holding me to him and his mouth finds a nipple and he sucks it in, sucking and nibbling on it. He lets it go with an audible pop. “I fucking love everything about you, but these,” his tongue flicks out, catching my nipple, “are my fucking favorite.” His breath is cool against the wetness surrounding my nipple from his mouth and I shiver. “Right up there next to these.” His lips slant over mine again, his movement causing his cock to move between us and I writhe against him. My arms going around his neck, holding him to me and his other hand slides down between us. He moves his cock out from between us and I feel it bounce back against my ass cheek and settling along my crack and the sensation against my second entrance sends a new wave of pleasure into my already heightened senses and I moan into his mouth. “One day, princess.” He smiles against our lips and I raise myself up, allowing him to position himself against my entrance and I slide down on his cock.
His eyes roll up, his hand on my back tightens then slides up into my hair. With his hand splayed wide, he tugs, pulling my head back, exposing my neck and his lips find the exposed flesh and I cry out when he slides all the way home. The roughness of the smattering of pubic hair he has brushes against my clit adding yet a whole new sensation and another thing to make my head swim.
The sensations on my neck and being held in his grasp are nearly enough to make me come undone. He brings his other hand around my body and he cups my breast, squeezing it, finding my nipple and rolling it. The sensation is too much and I rock my hips. My pussy clamps down and I have to move. With my hands on his shoulders, he releases my hair and I steady myself. I lift myself up and slide back down his shaft while his mouth works over my chest, from shoulder to nipple and back again.
“Oh god,” I cry out when the pleasure becomes too much and my legs start to lock up on me. I start bucking on him harder. Grinding out my orgasm, praying he joins me.
“Give it to me, Ireland.”
My name on his lips is my undoing and my orgasm consumes me as he grunts out his own
Chapter 52
Ireland
“Fear” - Sarah McLachlin
Dyson left me naked in his bed while he donned a pair of flannel pajama bottoms to go order dinner. After we’d cleaned up, he pulled the covers back, and I laid back down on my stomach and he covered me with the sheet. The sheet stops at my hip leaving the rest of me exposed. I don’t know why I am so comfortable being naked around Dyson, considering I’m more coherent naked than when we’re fully dressed. Then again, when we’re naked, it usually means I’ve just be sated. Though that’s a loose interpretation of the word because around him, I’m never fully satisfied. I always want more.
He has this amazing ability to make me feel complete and while I truly enjoyed our first time – not all girls can say that – I never knew it could be better than that and I’m thankful I saved myself for Dyson. Because no matter where or how, he never fails to make me feel amazing, even with quick, hot as hell fucking in his office.
The memory sends a shiver over me and my nipples harden. They’re tender from all his attention to them and the tiny bite of pain makes them harden farther.
DYSON
I called out for dinner then called Byron and, asked if he could pick it up and he was all too eager. I know Byron well enough to know I’ve made him twitchy all day. He doesn’t like being away from me and most importantly, he doesn’t like not having anything to do. I did hear he and Tyson – Tristan’s security guy – have become friends over the past few months. Byron owns an old Harley he’s been working on fixing up, so I think that’s what they do when I’m not keeping Byron busy or Tyson’s not off with Cami and Tristan.
When I climb back up the stairs to my bedroom, my phone rings and Mick’s name flashes on the screen. Shit. I reach the top of the steps and look over at the goddess lying in my bed. She really looks like one. Her red hair is splayed down her back, the sheet covers her gorgeous butt and hips, but she’s lying on her side, so I can’t really see her face. My phone stops ringing and I’m glad I missed it.
Ireland has o
ne arm outstretched, the other wrapped around a pillow and she’s looking at something on her phone as I approach. It takes me a minute to realize she’s reading to pass the time and I smile, until my phone rings again. Mick’s name flashes. “Sorry, baby, I apparently need to take this.”
She gives me a salacious smile and chirps, “Go ahead, I’m good.”
“Thanks,” I tell her and run back down the stairs. “What?” I snap into the phone as I round the corner, headed for my office.
“Well, aren’t we punchy tonight?”
“You didn’t exactly leave me with a whole lot of warm fuzziness in my office today and now you’ve called me, twice. What’s going on?” I step into my office and close the door.
“I think we need to meet before Thursday.” My eyes shoot to the ceiling. I’m just about directly underneath her and my heart pounds a little harder in my chest.
“You called me twice to say this? Seriously? Charlie won’t be ready until Thursday and I’m not…no, because you know what? Whatever the fuck it is you’re hiding I get the impression is going to fuck with her head. If one happens before the other, then something isn’t going to happen.”
“I can work with Charlie, push it up to tomorrow.”
“No,” I snap. “She has plans tomorrow night and I’m not going to ruin them for her.”
“Wednesday?”
“Why are you in such a hurry to shatter this woman’s world, Mick? I mean, seriously?”
“Because I’ve been holding on to this secret for twenty-five fucking years, I’m tired of it,” he bellows. “My wife is about to leave me because I haven’t been able to tell her a fucking thing and that’s not fair. I’m tired.”
“I hate to break it to you, Mick, she looks nothing like you.”
He sighs. “She’s not mine.”
“Well, someone must trust you a whole lot to keep this kind of a secret that you would beat around the bush when it comes to me, but yet you’re eager to tell her.”
He sighs, “She’s not the only person I have to tell this secret to. So please, don’t push this, for me.”
“What the fuck, Mick? You do realize I’m perfectly capable of shouldering this burden too.”
“I know, but…” For a second I think he’s going to give in, going to tell me everything. “I can’t,” he says instead.
“Alright, I won’t push it. I don’t like it, but I’m not going to push it anymore. I just need you to be a little more open with me, got it?”
“Yeah, listen, I’m sorry I snapped. It’s been a hell of a few weeks.”
I get it, despite the fact I don’t know what the hell is going on. “Couple more days, and then you can be free of it.”
“Thanks,” he says and hangs up.
In an effort to calm down a little, I pace my office floor. Something that usually does the trick, but not tonight. I know I’m missing something. Somewhere in the back of my mind I’m reminded of Mick’s background check. I go to my filing safe and punch in the code. 032491.
It beeps and I pull it up, fingering through the folders until I come across the B’s and Bass, Mick Bass.
Mick has worked for me for a few years, since shortly after the inception of Tigress, though he doesn’t work for Tigress, he works for me. Which means I had his background check done when he was originally hired and then updated annually. The man is dealing with my finances. I need to make sure he’s squeaky fucking clean. He’s always come up that way.
His income has grown over the years, but everything I could tie to his bank account, I could tie to his taxes. He is a legitimate business man who easily made seven figures a year. Though his client list is small.
I look back over that list, hoping to see something that might stick out. There are two names I recognize on this list, and they’re the mutual connection Mick and I have. Cameron (Cami) and Tristan Michaels.
A couple other names I recognize through business dealings, and then the last name on the list causes me to narrow my eyes- Robert Enders Estate.
That name sounds familiar, but I haven’t a clue where or why. I rack my brain trying to figure it out but decide it’s not worth the headache it’s going to cause me and my girl is upstairs waiting for me. I put the file back and move to close up the drawer, but I stop when my eyes land on another file in the drawer. I don’t pull it out, but instead I slam the draw closed and lock it up. That files been updated annually since I had the means to update it, but I’ve never actually looked in the file. I couldn’t bring myself to look. I was afraid to find something I didn’t want to see, like she got married, had children, or something else, something worse. It was sitting on my desk the day I ran into her. It was sitting there waiting for me to grow a pair of balls and look at it. Byron had recently updated it for me. As in, three days before.
I shake off the file folder, the one with Ireland Vyolet McKidd stamped across the tab, and leave my office in favor of my bedroom and the gorgeous redhead occupying my bed.
Chapter 53
IRELAND
“Stay With Me” - Sam Smith
“Where are you going?” Dyson asks when I crawl out of bed. He had Byron bring us Fajitas for dinner since we never got to actually eat our food there last week. It was fun to sit around and bullshit with Byron, who joined us for dinner. The man is a beast, but he’s as sweet as a teddy bear. He and Dyson have been a team for the last six years after someone had sent Dyson death threats. It turned out to be bogus in the end, but Dyson hired him on full time.
“I need to go home. I have to work tomorrow.” I wink at him.
“But I want you to stay here,” he whines.
“Oh my god, are you actually whining?” I tease him.
“Yes, stay here.”
“I have no clothes to wear for work tomorrow.”
“So, we can leave here early, stop by your house, you can change and I’ll take you to work.”
“I’m pretty sure that cuts into the ‘no fraternization’ rules at work, doesn’t it?”
“Fuck the rules. I’ll give you a job.” He rolls over, wraps his arms around my waist and holds me in the bed. I’d laugh if I didn’t think his whining was so cute.
“So you say. But I get the impression that if I go to work for you that you’ll be paying me for my body and not my mind,” I tease and place my hand over his arm. “What time do you have to be in tomorrow?” I ask. “Never mind, you’re the boss.”
He chuckles behind me. “I am, so a better question is, what time do you have to be in?” He ignores the comment about paying me for my body. I haven’t made it through an entire work day without being bent over his desk. The memory sends a shiver up my spine despite the fact we came back to bed after dinner and he ravished my body with his mouth and cock. It was delicious and I’m sore all over, but in the most delectable ways.
“Eight,” I tell him, answering his question and tramping down thoughts of having Dyson inside me again. “And it’s nearly midnight, you fiend.” I laugh and he lets me go, but he makes no move to get up to take me home. “You're really going to make me walk home?”
“Nope, you’re staying.”
“Oh really?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “And what makes you think you can convince me to stay?”
“Oh, not me.” His eyes meet mine and they’re alight with humor. He throws the covers off himself and his cock is standing at attention ready for another round. “But I’m sure he can.”
My eyes travel down his body, taking in the sight of his hard length, ready and willing for more. “You insatiable fiend.”
“Only for you, princess.” He winks and I lick my lips as his cock jumps with his movement. He gets off the bed. “I’m going to take a shower. You can either join me and my cock or you can lay here and sulk that my cock is in the shower without you.”
I snort, “I’m pretty sure he’s the one that will be sulking.”
“Touché,” he chuckles as he walks into his enormous bathroom. I bite my lip, mulling over my
options. Stay here, sleep with him and go home in the morning, or go home alone.
Without a second thought, I follow him into the shower.
His alarm starts blaring and I groan, rolling over and wrapping my arms around him as he reaches for the snooze. “It’s too early,” I groan, looking at the clock as it flashes five fifteen in the morning.
Warm lips press against my forehead and I stretch. My body is sore and it’s starting to go beyond the point of pleasurable. I groan.
“Good thing you’re going to dinner with your friend tonight,” he says and I look at him in the dim light of dawn, his features are darkened and unreadable.
“What’s the matter? Can’t handle me?”
“I think it’s the other way around, princess.”
“Touché.” I throw his word back at him and he chuckles.
“I’m always up this early. I’m usually in the office by six-thirty.”
“Then I’ll get dressed and you can take me home. I don’t mind taking the train in.” I bring my head up, resting my chin on the back of my hand so I can get a better look at him.
“Nope, not today. Whatever I have in the office can wait.”
I shake my head. “You’re too much,” I tease and slide out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
I look at him, “To pee, Mister bossy pants boss man.”
He laughs, “Say it?”
“Say what?”
“You know what?”
“Nope, sorry, no clue what you’re talking about,” I joke and disappear into the bathroom.
“You’re impossible,” he groans and I laugh to myself as I take care of business.
When I step out of the bathroom, there is a soft light on in the corner of the room and Dyson is spread out on the bed, taking up as much space as he can. With his six foot, three inch frame, it doesn’t take much, even in his big bed. His head is buried under a pillow, his feet are tucked in under the covers, but the rest of his gorgeous body is on display for me, including his steely erection. Standing strong and pointed to the sky. I lick my lips.