“We’re working with her.”
“Yeah, I know. This is my case.”
“And it could be messy.”
“Where’s the mess? I want to fuck her, not marry her and have babies.” Was Storm crazy?
“Hmmm.” Storm studied Nox like he was a germ under a microscope.
“Don’t worry. I don’t know a damn thing about love, and I don’t want to.”
“You seem awfully interested in her.”
“It’s a passin’ fancy. I can’t even fucking define love.” He shook his head. “I’m not even sure I believe in it. I think it’s a pretty lie we tell ourselves.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Oh yeah? You’ve been in love?”
“Once.”
“What happened?”
Storm’s face turned to stone. “It ended badly.”
Nox got a sense there was a story there, but he didn’t press it. Mostly, because he didn’t give a shit.
Storm sighed. “Look, let’s keep this simple. Steer clear of her. We don’t want any complications.”
“I can’t.” It wasn’t even an option.
Nox headed out the door and Storm followed him like a shadow. An annoying yappy shadow.
“Can’t or won’t.”
“Fine. Won’t.”
“Then fool around with her, and get your kink on, but don’t hurt her. Maeve seems like a decent person, and she doesn’t deserve some prick playing games with her emotions. She’s been through enough with her sister missing.”
“What? Are you her knight in shinin’ armor or something?” For some reason, it bothered him that Maeve had a champion. Correction. It bothered Nox, someone else was trying to be her hero.
“I’m not intendin’ to hurt her.”
“Yeah, we never do,” Storm said bitterly.
Had he somehow hurt the woman he claimed to love?
“Just make sure she knows your heart isn’t in the mix.”
“Thanks for the advice, Dad,” Nox drawled. “Look, I’m gonna take her to the cabin, and you’re not invited.”
“West said—”
“I don’t give a damn what West said. More than likely, Amy will be there, and our business will be concluded. Then whatever I do with her won’t be your goddamn business. And while we’re gone, why don’t you make yourself useful and track down her sister’s cell phone?”
Before Storm could answer him, Nox took off.
Chapter 4
An hour later, they were back at HQ.
Nox was pacing back and forth in the front lawn, waiting impatiently. They worked and lived in a rustic red and white barn, which had been converted into a house and headquarters.
It sat atop a brick foundation on the edge of a hill, surrounded by a couple of lush acres. There were large windows on the front of the structure. It was encircled by a brick patio with a large fire pit.
Nox was antsy, ready to get on the road.
He was waiting for Maeve to make a couple of phone calls. At the moment, she was speaking with her colleague, Jim. Again. Nox didn’t know who the prick was, but he didn’t like him anyway. Nox hadn’t missed Maeve’s breathless tone when she spoke with the man.
Evidently, he had a rival.
Stormy was in the tech center, trying to spy on Amy. The rest of the crew was out handling another case, which meant he could spend the rest of the afternoon with Maeve.
Her driver was having a smoke, leaning against the car. He was probably in his late twenties, and handsome, too. He wondered if Maeve found him attractive.
God. I sound jealous.
It was odd. Nox didn’t get jealous. It was a useless emotion. He'd never stayed long enough with a woman to give a damn what she did outside of his bed.
Finally, after what felt like hours, she walked out the front door.
“Ready?”
“Yeah. Sorry for the delay. I had to check in. There’s a fluid situation I’m dealing with, and Jim’s keeping me updated.”
“I see. You spend a lot of time talkin’ to him, huh?”
Maeve grinned. “He’s my right-hand man. I don’t know what I’d do without him.”
Well, ain’t he a lucky son of a bitch?
"Let's get on the road."
“Wait a second.” She pulled him aside, whispering low so the driver wouldn’t overhear. “Before we get started, I wanted to tell you I’m accepting your offer.”
He sucked in a breath. Nox felt dizzy. Almost giddy.
“Which offer, Maeve?”
She bit her lip. “You know which offer.”
“I see.” He placed a fingertip beneath her chin and lifted it. "Maeve?”
“Yes?”
“You won’t be sorry, you said yes.” He couldn’t help the stupid smile on his face.
Go fuck yourself, Jim. You might be indispensable, but I’m her lover. At least for the time being.
“Hold on a second, I’ve got to grab somethin’ from my room, and then we’ll get on the road.”
“Sure.” Nox took the stairs two at a time and grabbed the duffel bag. When he got back to the car, he tucked it into the back seat.
“Take us to the cabin, Rogers,” she said, hopping into the limo beside him.
Rogers started the engine and took off. And then Nox hit the button on the side panel, raising the window between them and the driver. They needed privacy for what he had in mind.
“Have you ever had kinky sex?”
“No.” She bit her lip. “Not really. I’ve played around with fuzzy handcuffs, but nothing really out there.”
Damnation. He’d be her first Dominant. And yeah, the term should be capitalized.
“Then I’m gonna break you in slow. Know what a safety word is?”
“I’ve heard the term before.”
“Choose one.”
“How about I say bourbon?”
“Works for me. Since you’re new, we’ll figure out what you like together, and if I make you uncomfortable, say ‘bourbon’ and I’ll stop. Okay?”
“Alright.”
She sounded hesitant, unsure, and it only turned him on even more.
“Do you want to play a game?”
Her brows knitted. “What kind of game?”
“This is a yes or no question. You can’t ask for details.”
“Why?”
“Because I make the rules. If I’m going to be your Dominant, I’ll be in sexual charge of you. Get used to the uncertainty.”
“I don’t know…”
“It’s more fun if you don’t know what’s gonna happen. Now, what do you say? Yes or no?”
Maeve bit her lip, hesitating, and then she nodded.
“I need the actual word,” Nox said, pushing her further.
“Yes.”
***
Maeve struggled with a powerful mixture of emotions.
She was excited, scared of being discovered, and incredibly turned on all at the same time.
“Sit back against the seat. Relax.” Nox sat behind her so she couldn’t see his face. The limo had two rows of seats, and she was in a captain’s chair, while he was on the bench seat in the back.
They were traveling down the road. The air conditioner was on, and Maeve’s hair blew around her face. Goosepimples erupted on her flesh, and it wasn’t from the cool air blowing on her.
Maeve held her arms at her sides, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. The seatbelt kept her place.
He’d ordered Maeve to remove her outer shirt, so she only wore a tank top and the bra beneath it, along with her skirt. She’d slid off her panties, and they were pooled around her ankles.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispered into her ear. “I promise you’ll like this game.”
“What’s the objective?”
“To stay quiet. You don’t want Rogers to lower the window and see what we’re up to, do you?”
“No.” Red, throbbing heat made her cheeks burn.
“Now, then, let’s get
started. You aren’t allowed to touch me, but I’m gonna stroke you. What do you say, if you’d like me to stop?”
“Bourbon.”
“That’s right.”
Nox had one hand on her neck, massaging the collarbone, holding her still. He clutched her throat, letting her know he was in control. Nox slowly slid his hands up and down her arms, across her shoulders, taking his time with her.
And then he reached beneath the tank top and plumped her breasts, kneading them, lifting the weight of them.
Maeve sucked in a breath. His hands were large and warm. Instantly her nipples puckered, starting to go stiff. She could hear the whisper of his fingertips against the fabric.
He delved beneath to play with her breasts, tweaking the nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until they became tight little buttons.
A rush of wetness swept between her thighs. Moaning, she leaned against the seat, throwing her head back. Maeve clutched the door for support.
Nox peeled the top down, trapping her arms, playing with her tits. Nox clutched her throat, holding Maeve in place, as he stroked her nipples.
She squirmed in the seat. Maeve wanted to play with her pussy, she was so wet. And worried. Any second now, the driver could lower the partition between them. The fear of discovery sent a thrill through her.
He rubbed her stomach, and then her breasts, going back and forth. And she melted, eyes closing in a sensual haze. Her world had narrowed down to Nox and the magic of his touch.
“Who’s in control?” he purred.
“You.”
“Yes. And who do you belong to right how?”
His tone was so caveman, so possessive, it made her ache.
“You.”
She’d never felt more helpless. And it was strangely addictive. For once, she wasn’t worried, mentally going through her to-do list.
“Mmm. Spread your legs.”
He reached down between them, pushing a rough hand under her skirt. Automatically, she shifted, widening her thighs.
He delved between her legs, expertly stroking her pussy, rubbing her clit. She was wet, throbbing. He played her like an instrument, teasing her, making her ache.
Maeve feared she’d stain the seat.
He brought his hand up, so she could see his fingers, and they were glistening wet.
“Here, taste yourself.” And then his fingers were in her mouth, and she licked them clean. It was a musky taste, all sweetness and salt, brimming with life and born of desire.
And then he buried them inside her again.
Maeve nearly cried out, but Nox clasped his other hand over her mouth, silencing her. Instead, she mewled against his skin.
Nox was relentless, fingering her hard and fast, his thumb brushing her clit with every single thrust.
Her knees shook, and she closed her legs around his hand, trapping him. Maeve wanted more, and she needed it to stop.
No, she needed to come.
God, I don’t know what the hell I want.
She heard the slick, wet sounds as he fingerfucked her. It was wicked and dirty and so hot.
“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” Nox eased his hand from her mouth.
“No. What if Rogers hears?” And yet, Maeve was having trouble keeping her desire in check.
“I don’t give a fuck. Do you? There’s nothin’ better than the sound of a woman bein’ pleasured. Men live for that sound. If I had my way, I’d hear it every single day.”
She viciously bit her lower lip to keep from crying out.
And then they pulled up beside a group of people on the sidewalk.
It was a collection of businessmen waiting to cross the street. The windows were tinted so they couldn’t see anything, but it still felt dirty, letting this man stroke her, touch her, when she was only a few feet from strangers.
“What if I rolled the window down and let them see you?”
Maeve shuddered. “No, I—”
He slapped her tit. “Don’t give me the respectable answer. You’re no longer a good girl, are you?”
She shivered. “No.”
“What are you?”
“Slutty.” Maeve almost purred the word. It was so wrong, it felt right.
“Mmm, yes.” He moaned, a low, rippling sound. “You’re lettin’ me dominate you, fuck you how I please. What would my submissive say?” His mouth was against her ear again. “No. What would my slut say? And that’s what I’m gonna call you, my slut. And no one else’s.”
Oh, that word.
It was so hurtful when hurled by another woman who was judging Maeve, and there’d been plenty of those who thought she’d dated too many men. But on his lips, it almost sounded like an endearment.
“Would it turn you on…?” Maeve asked. “If I wanted them to see me?”
“Maybe. But I’m askin’ you.” In punishment, he pinched a nipple. Hard.
She gasped, picturing the men staring at her hungrily, wanting her, but they couldn’t take her. Nox wouldn’t let them. Instinctively, she knew he didn’t share.
“Then I would.”
“Finally, we’re gettin’ at the truth.” He whispered in her ear, like the devil incarnate, leading her into temptation, “Can you feel their eyes all over you? Watchin’ you spread out with your legs open and tits out, like Sunday supper?”
“Yes.”
This light was taking forever. Maeve wanted the car to take off. No, she wanted to stay here forever.
“And what if I invited them to stroke you? What would you say?”
Maeve suddenly pictured herself surrounded by the handsome men in their expensive suits. They were fawning over her, petting her, fondling her. She was sprawled in front of them, naked, like an offering.
Two mouths on her breasts, one between her legs. Her pussy quivered in response, flowing like a river into Nox’s palm.
She’d never in a million years wanted to have a threesome. Or what was this…a five-some? A gangbang? The term made her cringe. It was pretty far out there, and yet the thought turned her on.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Tell me.” He smacked her tit again.
“Yes.”
“Would you let them suck your nipples.” He squeezed one sharply, and she gasped. “Lick your pussy?”
“Yes.” Maeve squirmed.
She knew he wasn’t serious, or at Maeve least thought he wasn’t.
Nox was unpredictable. He didn’t give a damn about social rules or doing what was expected of him.
And then the car took off again.
She wriggled in the seat, desperate to touch him. Maeve hadn’t even kissed him for pity’s sake.
“Ugh, this is torture. I want to see you, touch you.” Maeve couldn’t see him, touch him, but she felt him everywhere.
“No. You’re mine to play with until I say so. Do you want me to fuck you, Maeve?”
“God, yes.” Maeve didn’t even hesitate.
She could just imagine his cock inside her. Needed it. Yearned for it. She’d never wanted anyone more. No one else had set her on fire like this.
He plucked at her clitoris, rubbing the swollen bud, making her thighs shake. And then his fingers were more forceful, pushing into her at a frenetic pace that made her gasp. Maeve squirmed in the seat, wanting more, picturing his cock sinking into her.
“Come for me, Maeve. Give it to me. I want it.”
And she cried out, howling her release. He gagged her with his hand, while Nox fucked her with his other fingers.
Only he didn’t stop.
Nox was true to his word, Nox pushed her to come again. And again. He didn’t give her time to recover from one orgasm to the next. Nox kept her going forever until the car suddenly came to a halt.
“Okay, we’re here.”
Maeve lost track of time. She was even aware they’d stopped moving. All she knew was, Nox released her.
She was left breathless, almost brainless. Maeve was a wreck, half-u
ndressed, panting, so aroused she could barely breathe, and he put her back to rights. Nox smoothed the skirt over her thighs but kept the panties. He tucked her breasts away, buttoned her shirt, smoothed her hair.
He got out of the car and then opened the door for her before the driver got the chance to. Nox waived Rogers away, and the chauffeur slid behind the wheel once more.
Nox offered her a hand.
“Don’t look so disgruntled,” he murmured. “At least you got to come.”
“But you seem so…calm.” His expression was pleasant, unconcerned.
And she hated him just a little bit.
“I’m not.” He lifted the shirt he’d untucked.
If he hadn’t been covering a raging erection barely contained by his jeans, she would’ve thought Nox was unaffected.
Maeve stood and then stifled a moan. Her clit was so swollen, it hurt. Moisture slipped down her thighs. She tugged the skirt down, hoping she didn’t betray anything. Although her nipples stood proudly against the white fabric, poking through.
“Need help?” Nox asked, all smug.
“Fuck you,” she hissed.
Luckily, Rogers was flipping through radio stations, so he didn’t hear a thing. Or he was pretending not to, anyway.
His nostrils flared. “Is that an invitation?”
God, yes
Instead of answering, she tiptoed inside, wary of setting herself off again. Nox followed her like a dark shadow.
They had a small one-story cabin on the edge of the lake, surrounded by three acres of densely wooded property.
She shook her head to clear the sensual thoughts and paid attention to her surroundings, but there was no sign of Amy. Her car wasn’t in the driveway. The cabin only had six rooms, three bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. All of them were empty, and there was no sign she’d been here.
“Dammit.” In sheer frustration, she slapped the wall.
“I’m sorry,” Nox said. “I thought for sure she’d be here.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Maeve walked outside again, scanning the property, in case she’d missed anything.
Rogers rolled down the window. “Will you be staying the night ma’am? Or going home?”
She checked her watch. It would take them a couple of hours to get back. And, to be honest, she didn’t feel like going home. Maeve could use a change of scenery.
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