by Marie Harte
“You’re fucking gorgeous. Your art is nothing short of brilliant. Yeah, see that piece over there?” He pointed to one of her vases. “I gave that to Jack’s mom for letting me borrow the place. She loves it, by the way.”
He joined her on the bed and straddled her belly. Her gaze locked on his thick erection. “I’ve been battling a hard-on since I walked into your house. Been a while since I spilled inside that mouth or pussy.” He narrowed his gaze and reached behind him to run a hand between her legs. He drew a bit of moisture from her pussy and rubbed her anus. “Better yet, that ass. You know how much I love fucking your ass.”
She squirmed.
“I know. You want it too. Or do you want me? I have no problem differentiating the need for you in my life from any other faceless woman. And just so we’re clear, like you said in the car, I’m a hot commodity. You have no idea how many women Anson’s been throwing at me. I have my pick of dozens.”
She didn’t like that. Good. He had a feeling she’d find a way to make Anson pay later, Lord love her.
“I also know you’ve been pining for me. Your dad and I talked, and Riley was a real help. I do love that girl.”
He scooted back, leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked, tonguing her, then nibbled until her taut bud stood stiff and hard. Her moans for more didn’t go unnoticed, so he turned his attention to her other breast. He didn’t stop until she was writhing beneath him, and his cock had grown painfully hard.
“Anything to say for yourself?” he asked. When she continued to mutter through the gag, he smiled. “Didn’t think so. But I agree. This first time should be all for me. You owe me, after all.”
He didn’t even pretend not to be excited as he blanketed her body and nudged her pussy with his cock. Her heat had his eyes rolling back in his head, and he closed them so as not to completely give himself away.
Before he could continue, he had to hear from her lips that she was on board.
“I’m going to take the gag away to hear one answer from you. Yes or no?”
He untied it, and when he shifted, he slipped inside her a fraction. The minx moved under him to take in more. “Well?”
“Yes, damn it. When are you going to—hmmph.”
He re-tied the gag. “Perfect. Now you just lay there while I take care of this, okay?”
Dex needed her the way a drowning man needed breath. He didn’t prepare her or play, but gave her what he knew they both needed—a rough ride. With one swift shove, he seated himself fully, loving the tight fit.
She arched up against him, her nipples hard points that scored his chest. He moved faster. Deeper. Harder. Fucking her with the end goal of easing his desire, so he could make hers last all night, he hammered into her, not surprised when she stiffened and clamped down on him, moaning under the gag.
“Oh fuck.” He couldn’t hold out against his lover coming around him. He cupped her ass and shoved so hard and deep inside her, he felt as if they fused as one. Her body took every shiver and spasm, until he’d emptied himself inside her sweet heat. When his shaking eased, he leaned up over her.
She stared at him, love in her gaze, and he smiled and said, “That was just round one. I’m still pissed off. So I’m afraid it’s gonna be a long night. Sorry to break it to you, babe, I’m really not a Boy Scout.”
Chapter Sixteen
If Dex thought she would complain, he was as foolish as he was hot. He finally removed her gag, but Maya could do nothing more than lie there and catch her breath.
Dear God, she’d come so hard around him. The cathartic release had eased that burden of guilt and pain inside her as well. Being with him like this, emotionally surrendering to Dex as well as capitulating physically, put everything right with her.
She stared into his dark gray eyes, saw his mouth descend for another kiss and opened up to take him in. He pulled back and smiled, a taunting expression of lust, anger and need.
“I love you, Dex.”
If anything, his smile grew more strained. “You’re damn right you do. Say it again.”
“I love you.” Each time felt more freeing, until she wanted to wrap herself around him forever. A little hard to do tied up to the bed, but still.
“Do you know how many times I watched that video?” He nodded to the now black screen above the fireplace and started moving inside her again. Growing harder, not softer. “Every fucking night. While you had a pity party because the world isn’t a nice place, I was dying inside.”
“And apparently getting off, thanks to me.” She smirked, and he shoved hard up in her, causing a moan.
“Mouthy little witch. You have no idea how difficult it is to love you.” He put a hand around her throat and squeezed, just enough to constrict a bit of air, but not enough to hurt her.
That dominant pose set her off, and she squeezed him inside her.
“Shit. I felt that,” he said on a moan. “You feel so good, and I missed you.” He kissed her, mashing his mouth against hers as he robbed her of breath. His fucking became rougher, his cock solid between her legs. In her. “Gonna come again because I have to. Need you so much.”
His heavy breaths grew raspier, and he ground against her and gently squeezed her throat, hitting her clit while she grew light-headed from the pleasure—and lack of air.
Before she could say anything, he released her neck and pinched her nipple hard. The pain set her the hell off, because she didn’t remember screaming his name, only gasping and trying to catch her breath while her body floated back down from heaven.
He was calling her name as he finished inside her, his orgasm beautiful to watch.
“Oh man,” she said. “I love your O face.”
He chuckled weakly and leaned up from her on unsteady arms. “You made me weak. Drained me, woman.” His kiss, when it came, was soft but sure. “God, Maya, don’t you ever leave me again.”
“I can’t. I’m all tied up.”
He snorted. “Smart-ass.”
After a while of nuzzling and sighing, he withdrew and rolled next to her. On his elbow on his side, he stroked her into a hazy euphoria. “You ready to make nice?”
“Whatever you want.” She sighed.
“So easy.” His low laugh wound around her heart. “Maya, I know this feels sudden, but it’s not to me. I’ve loved you for a long time.”
“Oh shut up already. I am so sick of crying,” she snarled while he grabbed her a tissue.
He dried her eyes and even helped her blow her nose, which she found both cute and disgusting.
He grinned. “You really are an ugly crier. I wasn’t lying before.”
“Just kiss me, Poindexter.”
He did, then released her from her restraints. “Don’t think this means we’re done playing. You still owe me for that huge rejection.”
“Why do I have the feeling you’re going to play this for all it’s worth? How rejected could you have been with that big smile on your face? Meanwhile, I was a complete wreck, already missing you.”
“Good.” His smug grin irked her, and she tickled him until he cried uncle.
“Ticklish. Good to know.”
“You?” He leaned closer.
“Guess you’ll just have to find out.”
Hours later, as they lay in each other’s arms, she conceded Dex to be the winner. “I don’t know how you do it, but I can’t keep up with you. And that’s never happened to me before.”
“You’re just weak from lack of food.” He nudged her with that cock that never seemed to quit. “How about a protein shake? Then I’ll get you some of the sticky rolls Riley baked for us.”
She perked up. “Those are my favorite.”
He smiled. “Honey, I know everything about you. And I still love you.”
“A miracle.”
“Don’t I know it.” He nudged
her again.
With a put-upon sigh, she scooted down his body as he sat up against the headboard. “The things I do for love.”
“Do it fast. You look undernourished.” He closed his eyes and moaned her name while she took him between her lips. He’d had her every way possible and then some, yet he wanted her again.
That boosted her confidence like nothing else could. As did his hapless pleas for mercy, which she had no intention of giving. After taking the large man down a peg and swallowing his release, she let him serve her in bed.
They ate decadent pecan sticky rolls by the fire and critiqued their earlier performance on the video. Though she liked what he’d done with the red velvet divan and black silk sheet, she wanted to try that option of leather and a whip next time.
He looked interested. “Oh, some spanking and slapping. How about nipple clamps?”
She grabbed his arm and pulled his hand toward her then licked the sticky frosting from his fingers. As expected, he grew hard. “I can work with that. If you can work with me on something else.”
“Anything for you. Two kids, maybe three. A house downtown? No? Maybe Tumalo with a lot of land?”
She started. “I hadn’t thought as far as kids yet.” But to her surprise, the notion excited her. “I’d like boys.”
“I’d like girls.” He sighed. “Guess we’ll have to try a lot to get what we want.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem.” She circled his cock with a sticky finger he’d missed. “Oh no. I got you messy again.”
“Have to lick it off, I’m afraid.” He groaned when she bent down. Grabbing her, he pulled her into him for a hug. “I was kidding. No more. I think my dick is in danger of falling off.”
“Yet you’re still hard.”
“I blame you.” He smiled at her. “Seriously though. I want to marry you. I can wait on the kids, but how would you feel about getting married next summer?”
She stared into his eyes. “Gray has got to be my new favorite color.” She kissed him, the promise of tomorrow in her touch. “And I love June. I’m in.”
He hugged her so tightly she squeaked. When she tried to pull her head back to look at him again, he wouldn’t let go. Then she heard him sniff.
“Oh my God. Dex. You’re not crying are you?” Her big tough Marine, a man who could bench press her with one hand, crying? “You really are a marshmallow, aren’t you?”
“Fuck off, Maya—I love you.”
“And there we go. Only my man could get away with fuck off and I love you in the same sentence.”
They sat together, lost in that nowhere time of love. Then Maya asked, “So what were you saying before I sidetracked us about kids?”
“Maya Jr. will have me wrapped around her finger in a heartbeat.” He smiled and looked down at her, his grin fading.
“Dex?”
“You love me, right?”
“Yes.”
“You know I love you. Will do anything for you. I accept the Terrible Trio in its entirety. Your friends are my friends. Your family is my family. And vice versa… So about—”
“Oh man. You’re going to mention Anson, aren’t you? While we’re naked and in bed?”
“Honey, he’s my cousin. More like a brother. He needs help.”
“He sure does.” She grimaced. “He’s insufferable. Arrogant. Too smart and rich for his own good.”
“All that. I totally agree.” He nodded. “And he’s hopeless when it comes to Riley.”
“I just knew you were going to go there. No way. Uh-uh.”
“Maya, honey. For me. Please?”
She looked into his eyes and melted. “Ugh. What is happening to the tough broad I used to be? Damn it. Fine. I’ll help. But only because she’s practically my sister, and I know she has a thing for your uppity cousin. By all that’s holy though, you have to get him to check that ego.”
“I will, I swear.”
She blew out a breath. “This won’t be easy, you know. Ann and Jack were always a couple. And you always had a thing for me.”
“And?”
“Well, I thought you were cute, even as a geek. And as a man, just…wow. You’re the whole package, lover.”
“Like I said, chicks dig the biceps.”
“But this thing with Riley and Anson? That’s going to take a lot of work.”
“I have faith in us. And in Jack. He’s big on hooking Riley up to spare himself the pain of Ann’s mandatory couple’s nights.”
“So we’re now doing this for Jack?”
“And out of pity for Anson. Just think how much he’d hate being pitied.”
She liked that a lot. “Sounds good. And hey, on the bright side, at least Riley can finally get laid again.”
“Um, not to brag or anything, but the Black cousins are hell on wheels between the sheets. You should see the list of women begging to get back into his black book.”
“That’s a good thing?”
“He’s good in bed. He’s stable, financially and emotionally. He’s loyal to the bone. It’s just his attitude we need to work around.”
Maya had made up her mind. “Fine. But I’m only doing this for Riley. Who, for the record, will never bake us anything again if she finds out we’re conspiring to set her up with her arch nemesis.”
“Hey, I don’t plan on screwing up a good thing. Think she’d bake us another batch of sticky rolls if I tell her how terrible Anson is for moving right next to her shop?”
“Totally. Let’s get dressed.”
He stopped her with another hug. “Let’s not. We still have a few positions I haven’t been able to try with you yet. And we have this big old bed and these perfectly fashioned cuffs…”
Maya laughed. “You’re on, Boy Scout. Now why don’t you help this little old lady to the edge of the bed. She needs help finding something long and thick to ride.”
“Save a horse, ride a Marine?”
“Ooo fucking rah.”
He laughed. “I love you.”
About the Author
Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte has over 100 books published with more constantly on the way. She’s a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit www.marieharte.com and fall in love.
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Served Cold
© 2014 Marie Harte
Best Revenge, Book 1
Back in high school, Ann Weaver told herself getting ditched by Jack Bloom was for the best. At twen
ty-nine, she’s way over him. He was her first, but definitely not her last.
On weekly wine night with her friends, the talk turns to regrets—and Ann finds herself pledging to fix her past, starting with confronting those who treated her like dirt. Her first target: Jack, who’s recently moved back to town to stay.
But something’s different. He’s funny, kind, and amazing in bed. He acts like he really likes her, might even love her. Soon Ann is having a hard time remembering she’s only in it for revenge. Especially when she learns the real reason he dumped her.
Jack is older, wiser, and has a hell of a lot of experience behind him. For a chance at a future with this grown-up, gorgeous Ann, he’s ready to do whatever it takes. Until her true motive for rekindling their romance comes to light, and Jack must decide if forgiveness is enough to let love push through the lie.
Warning: A woman who’s out for revenge and encouraging friends rooting her on. May include sex in the outdoors, fun with salad, kissing in class, and a school teacher swearing like a sailor—not necessarily in that order.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Served Cold:
A few hours later, she left for Riley’s with a bottle of wine, a plate of cheese and crackers and a solid attitude. She didn’t even have to knock before the door opened.
“What took you so long?” Riley frowned at her, then smiled seeing the wine. “Ah. The price of admission. Welcome.” She took the food and wine from Ann’s hands before Ann could offer them.
“I feel so used.” Ann brushed past the chef of the Terrible Trio—what friends and family had labeled them back in elementary school—and found Maya sitting on the couch, already drinking. “Am I late?”
The frown on Maya’s face didn’t detract from her beauty. With rich coppery skin, dark hair, and dark eyes courtesy of her mother’s Native American roots, she made Ann feel like a pale frump by comparison. The blah redhead with freckles and an odd penchant for tanning—her one saving grace considering most redheads burned.
“I had a hell of a day,” Maya complained. “I mean, bad with a capital B.”
“Don’t ask.” Riley closed and locked the front door before making a beeline to the kitchen. Already the smells of freshly-baked something made Ann’s whole world better.