by Leah Brooke
Feeling guilty, Alison grabbed his arm when he stood.
“Dillon, why didn’t you take me? Why didn’t Ryder take me?”
Dillon sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We weren’t even going to make you come. My only intention was loosening up your back. You got aroused, so—”
Insulted, Alison yanked the sheet around her. “I guess that’s what happens when you touch me. Pity it doesn’t work the other way around. If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get dressed.”
Dillon’s cold smile filled her with trepidation. “You think you’re going to dismiss me? Do you really think I’m going to allow you to hide yourself from me?”
Alison gasped as he ripped the sheet out of her hand and bent over her, easing her back down to the mattress again. Unable to look away from the possessive intent in his eyes, she shifted restlessly, arching into the hand he ran over her.
Swallowing heavily, she bit back a moan as his hand closed over her breast.
“Look, you son of a bitch, I don’t need any fucking pity from you. If you don’t want me, just have the balls to say so.”
His eyes darkened, filled with cold anger.
“You think I don’t want you?” He moved, and before she knew it, she found herself spread wide by his muscular thighs, his impressive bulge pressed insistently against her slit.
She bit back a moan as he lowered himself over her, pressing her into the mattress, careful even now to keep most of his weight off of her.
Loving the feel of him on her, she wrapped her legs around him, surprised and delighted that her back didn’t bother her at all. Flattening her hands on his chest, she looked up at him through her lashes, trying to hide the thrill of having his rock hard body on hers. Responding to the evidence of his arousal pressing against her sensitive clit, she arched against him, thrilled at the flare of heat that came and went in his eyes.
“If you wanted me, you’d take me. You obviously don’t, so get the hell off of me.”
The sudden stiffening of his body as his cock jumped against her slit told her the dare hit its mark.
Excitement raced through her when his eyes widened and narrowed again.
“Do you remember that conversation we had at the hotel room when I told you what would happen to you if you were mine?”
Alison attempted to look bored, hiding the fact that her pulse raced out of control.
“Vaguely. It doesn’t really matter, though, since I’m not yours.”
A muscle worked in Dillon’s jaw, his eyes alight with challenge. “Vaguely, huh? You gave yourself to me, remember? I accepted. In Desire, that means you’ve been claimed, lady. Maybe it’s time you learned just what that means.”
Reaching over to the nightstand, he rummaged inside, producing a condom, which he tossed onto the bed next to her hip. Coming up to his knees, he threw off his shirt, baring his gorgeous chest.
Unable to resist, she reached up to run her hands over his hard stomach and started to sit up to reach his magnificent chest.
“Don’t you fucking move.”
Tired of not being the one to give any pleasure, she ignored him, gripping his hips to lift herself. Smiling against his stomach when he cursed, she ran her lips over every inch she could reach, lifting her hands to run them over his chest as he fumbled with his belt.
“How am I supposed to make you feel good if I don’t move? You know, you’ve got the most amazing chest.”
Dillon yanked his pants and tight boxers to his knees and tugged her head back, running his free hand over her breast.
“And you’ve got the most amazing breasts. Right now, though, I want to get into that tight pussy.” Releasing her with a smile, he reached for the condom and slipped it out of the foil, stilling when she cupped his sac.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Alison ran her fingers over the sensitive skin and licked the pearly drop from the tip of his cock. “If you have to ask, maybe I’m not doing it right.”
Dillon growled and grabbed her hair again, fisting his hand and pulling her head back. “You’re doing just fine. Still doubt that I want you?”
Alison shrugged, sliding her hand up and down the length of his cock, marveling at its thick heat. With her legs still spread wide and the air moving over her moist slit, making her clit throb with reawakened need, she leaned against him, brushing her nipples over his hair-roughened thighs.
“You promised to teach me how to please a man, but you just keep making me come and walking away. At least Ryder fucked me. So, am I doing this right?”
Dillon cursed under his breath and gritted his teeth. “You’re doing fine. Damn it, Alison, you’re not listening to me.”
The frustration in his voice made her smile. Thrilling at his response to her touch and the surge of power that went though her, she couldn’t help but tease him. Taking the condom from his hand, she rolled it on.
“Of course, I’m listening to you. You said that since I’d given myself to you, I was claimed, and you were going to show me what that meant. Since you’re not teaching me what you said you would and you insist that you’ve claimed me but you haven’t even fucked me, I’m starting to think you don’t know what the hell you want.”
The look on his face told her she’d finally managed to push him over the edge. Instead of being scared, her body raced with excitement, her pussy clenching in anticipation of being filled with the hard cock filling her hands.
Dillon lowered her back to the bed, his touch firm, but still gentle. “Excuse me?”
Wrapping her legs around him again, she lifted herself, groaning in frustration when she couldn’t get his cock inside her.
“Damn you, Dillon. Take me, or get off. Oh!”
With one powerful thrust, Dillon’s cock slid to the hilt inside her. “I’ll take you. I’ll take what’s mine.”
Even with her juices easing his way, her body struggled to adjust to his thickness. Surrounded by him, his massive body pressing hers into the mattress, she clung to him, blinking back tears.
It had been so long since she felt so close to anyone, so amazingly sheltered in a man’s arms that she wanted to cry.
His cock, so hard and huge, stretched her deliciously as he held himself deep, unmoving.
Wrapping one hand around to flatten between her shoulder blades, he used the other to wrap in her hair, bracing himself on his elbows as he lifted his head.
“How you can think I don’t want you when I’ve spent—hey! Baby, what’s wrong? Oh hell, I’m hurting you.” He started to push himself off of her, withdrawing slightly before she could tighten her legs around him again.
Meeting the concern in his eyes, she blinked back tears. “No. Oh, Dillon. It feels so good. You feel so good. Hold me again. Tighter. Don’t leave.”
Touching her cheek, he smiled, stealing her heart as he wiped away a tear. “Tell me, baby. Why are you crying?”
Shaking her head, she grabbed his shoulders tighter and buried her face in his strong neck.
“I know it’s only supposed to be sex. I know we agreed that you would teach me things, but it feels so good to be held this way. It’s been so long since I felt so safe. Please, hold me. Take me, just this once, like I’m really your woman.”
She moaned when he thrust deep again, her entire body trembling with need and emotion. She didn’t want to care about him, didn’t want to leave her heart behind when she left Desire, but right here, right now, she wanted to belong to him.
Just this once, she wanted to forget all about erotic pleasure and just embrace the mysteries of man and woman taking and giving of each other.
Embarrassed at feeling so needy, she kept her face hidden, wishing she’d kept her mouth shut.
Dillon didn’t let her stay hidden for long, lifting his own head and using his body to force her back down to the pillow again. With a hand on either side of her face, he used both thumbs to lift her chin.
“Where’s this coming from, baby? You don’t just
want sex, no matter how much you claim that’s all you want from us. You need more. And after the day you had—God, you’re so sweet.”
Wrapping his arms around her and gathering her against him, he took her mouth with his in a kiss so consuming and sweet, tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
At the same time, he withdrew several inches, sinking into her again so slowly it left her breathless and allowed her to savor the feel of every inch of his cock against her inner flesh.
Her pussy tightened on his cock as desperately as she held on to his shoulders. She never wanted this to end. She wanted to feel this passion, this connection she felt with him now, more than she wanted her next breath.
Man to woman. His strength against her softness. His strong arms holding her and making her feel cherished and all woman.
His heat, his strength touched her everywhere, inside and out. His gentle caring combined with the possessiveness she felt in his hold filled a need in her, an empty place inside her that she hadn’t expected to ever have filled.
Each slide of his lips over hers, each stroke of his tongue led her deeper into a magical journey she never wanted to end.
Dillon’s strokes lengthened, each slow thrust going deep, the friction from his cock over sensitive nerve endings making her gasp and writhe in his arms.
Feeling small and defenseless, overwhelmed by his strength and her uninhibited response to him, Alison could do nothing but hold on as he increased the speed of his thrusts, each one driving her relentlessly closer to the edge.
Dillon lifted his head, staring down at her, his gaze hooded as he laced his fingers with hers and pressed her hands to the mattress on either side of her head.
“You need this. You need what I can give you every bit as much as I need to give it to you. Stay here with us, Alison.”
Digging her heels into his tight butt, Alison squeezed his hands with hers, loving the feel of being taken with such power.
“Dillon, I can’t believe how this feels. I can’t believe how you take me.”
Dillon moved faster, his cock digging ruthlessly at the place that brought her so much pleasure.
“You’ll be taken often and in many ways if you stay. I swear, baby, I could just eat you alive. Don’t leave.”
Alison didn’t want to think about anything past this. This was real, and now. She’d never experienced anything like this before, and she wanted to savor it, not think about the ugliness ahead. Her body gathered, becoming so tight she didn’t think she would survive the impending explosion.
The sizzles grew stronger, her pussy clenching desperately at the cock thrusting deep into her body with a force and deliberation that stunned her.
The tingling heat gathered there burst into thousands of pinpricks of unbelievable pleasure, travelling with lightning speed all over her body. Shaking with the force of it, she screamed, unable to process the indescribable pleasure that consumed her.
Dillon’s hoarse groan mingled with her cries, the sound of it setting off another surge of pleasure to layer over the last.
It felt like coming home.
* * * *
Dillon emptied himself into her, for the first time in his life hating the fact that he wore a condom. He wanted to fill her with his seed and feel nothing between his cock and her velvety softness.
Her cry echoed in his ears, followed by the soft whimpers that tore at his heart and excited him at the same time.
He’d never experienced anything like it before, but now that he had, he craved it and promised himself he’d do everything he could to hear it as often as possible.
Releasing her hands, he used what little strength he had left and lifted himself to his elbows so he didn’t crush her. Spent like he’d never felt spent before, and with every muscle in his body quivering as though he’d just had his first lay, he drew the sweet scent of Alison into his lungs, a scent that felt like home.
Staring down at her, he brushed her bangs back from her forehead, marveling at the exquisite creature that had come into his life.
The scar he revealed sent a surge of anger through him, the scar she’d gotten when she’d been pushed down a flight of stairs.
When another tear slipped from the corner of her eye, he caught it with his thumb, staring at the glistening drop of moisture while biting back a groan as her tight pussy continued to milk him dry.
The tingling in his groin signaled a renewed awakening, and he knew if he stayed inside her much longer, he’d take her again. Already angry at himself for taking her when he should have been caring for her, he started to withdraw, stiffening when she tightened her legs around him and opened her eyes.
The drowsy warmth in them made his cock pulse again, his wanting of her seemingly never ending.
“Don’t go.”
Two little words somehow managed to cement his possessiveness of her, the sweet huskiness in her voice rallying all of his protective instincts to the forefront.
In that moment, he knew he would fight with everything he had to keep her.
Fighting to keep the fierce emotions racing through him from showing in his expression, knowing if what he felt now showed it would scare her to death, he smiled tenderly. He had to swallow before speaking, keeping his voice low and calm while fighting the urge to scream that she was his.
“I have some things to do, and you need to rest a while.” Bending to kiss her cheek, he tasted her tears, gathering her to him again when she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Nothing he’d experienced in his life had ever felt any better.
He hadn’t known himself capable of both dominance and such gentleness while taking a woman, had never even considered that the two would meld, but they had, and in a way that had ripped open doors for him that he wanted to explore to the fullest.
He had to get her to stay.
Lifting his head, he stared down at her, waiting until she opened her eyes again before speaking. Gripping her chin so she couldn’t look away, he held her gaze, his heart beating nearly out of his chest.
“I want you to stay.”
His stomach knotted when she closed her eyes and sighed, frustration and anger surging to the surface again.
She opened her eyes slowly, and in them he now saw a sadness and wariness that scared the hell out of him.
“Dillon, I have to go back. You know that. I have to testify.”
Not wanting to scare her, he bit back his temper and forced a smile. “I know that, but afterward—”
“I don’t want to think about it. Please. Let’s just deal with one day at a time.”
She smiled impishly, making his hand itch to turn her over his knee.
“You still have a lot to teach me, don’t you?”
That he did. He’d teach her about her own body and the kind of pleasure only he and Ryder could give her. He’d train her body to respond to every touch until he controlled her so completely she’d never think of leaving him.
Hiding his impatience, he smiled. “Of course.”
Withdrawing, he lay beside her and gathered her against him, pillowing her head on his shoulder as he rubbed her back, pushing aside the numerous chores waiting for him, including the garage. Right now, he had another responsibility—the responsibility of a man to his woman.
Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly, smiling at the ceiling.
He rubbed her back and shoulders, listening as her breathing evened out and she slumped against him, and a hundred scenarios played through his head.
Yes, he would teach her. He would teach her how much she needed him. And he hoped that where her body led, her heart would follow.
* * * *
Dillon forced himself to look away from Alison’s sleeping form, only the knowledge that he had things to see to in order to protect her making it possible to leave.
Assuming Ryder had gone back down to the garage, he came up short as he entered the kitchen, surprised to see Ryder staring out the kitchen window, apparently deep in thoug
ht.
With the intention of leaving so he could get back to Alison, Dillon started for the door.
“Alison’s asleep. Stay with her in case she wakes up. I put a cold cloth on her eye. It’s still a little red where he hit her. I hope like hell she doesn’t get a black eye. I’m going down to close up the shop, and then I’m going to go talk to Linc.”
The loud crash had him spinning on his heel, turning back toward the kitchen.
Used to living with Ryder and his temper for several years, it still surprised him to see that Ryder had kicked in the door of the cabinet under the kitchen sink.
Lifting a brow, he grimaced at the mess. “Feel better?”
Ryder sighed and turned, his hands clenched in fists at his sides.
“Not much.”
Yanking the refrigerator door open with enough force to make the bottles in the door clang together, Ryder reached inside and snagged two bottles of beer. Tossing one to Dillon, he twisted the cap off of the other and tossed it in the direction of the sink before taking a healthy swallow. Grimacing, he slammed the bottle to the counter.
Dillon had known Ryder long enough to wait him out. As he expected, Ryder had become wound up so tight it didn’t take long at all for him to spit it out.
Hanging his head, Ryder sighed.
“I’m the one who told that asshole where to find her. I was supposed to protect her. He was supposed to come after me. Then I had to stand there and get him to admit what he did to her without plowing my fist in his face the way I wanted to.”
Dillon set his beer on the table unopened, not wanting to lose the sweet taste of Alison’s kisses.
“I know you wanted him to come after you, but you’re pissed at yourself because he didn’t do what you wanted. That’s on him, not you. Now she’s got proof, though, of what he did and a confession that he threw her down the stairs in anger, not self-defense. Christ, can you believe he was actually going to say that? You didn’t mean for him to come after her, and Alison knows that.”
Ryder lifted his beer again. “Yeah, but it would have been a hell of a lot more satisfying if I could have hit him.”