The Fire in Her Eyes [In Her Eyes 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by K. R. Haynes

  Letting her eyes wander around the pub, taking in the mass of loving couples crowding the dance floor that had been decked out in Valentine’s Day paraphernalia, Mary J let a smile form at her lips at seeing her best friend dancing up a storm with her fiancé. She was thrilled to see Randall and Chloe were here tonight even if they were only making it a short stop before they left to go to some theatre show Randall was escorting Chloe to later on.

  Mary J had hoped that Mick would stop by the pub too and keep her company until she had to close up. But apparently he had something more important to do than spend the evening here with her. When she had questioned him about what exactly this thing was that was so damn important that he had to do it tonight, he had told her bugger all other than to explain that it was something he couldn’t delay, not even for a day. Of all nights for him to be gallivanting off to god knows where, he had to do it today on the very day that marked the date that they could officially say they had known each other for a whole year.

  Hell, that man of hers had made every effort to keep his distance from her for most of the day. He had been in one of those weird moods of his that was for sure. He had been so damn secretive and acting way too suspiciously for her liking. It was driving her crazy. God knows, Mick wouldn’t like it at all if she acted in the same way he was acting to her in. Yet, he seemed to think it was perfectly excusable for him to do it. He was acting even more stubborn today than he had been when the doctor had given the go-ahead to resume their normal sexual activity.

  Ever since she came home from the hospital and even when the doctor had told them both that it was all right for him to make love to her again he had resisted. His resistance on the matter was understandable. Nonetheless it had bugged her to no end when weeks later, he still refused to do the nasty with her. So she was left with no other option, she had to seduce him into making love to her. And to her amazement it had worked. He had been so tender and gentle with her that night. He coaxed her body in a slow, seductive way, as he shuttled his cock in and out of her in a painstakingly slow pace. The eventual climax he gave was like warm honey as it slithered over her. She melted in his arms that night.

  The tenderness he had shown her then had brought tears to her eyes. She knew then that he loved her and treasured her. It still made her long to hear his words of love. For some reason, Mary J felt like she had heard them once before, but then figured it was just her mind playing tricks on her again. She longed for him to take her body and her sex thoroughly like he used to before she had the miscarriage. She loved his tender lovemaking. It made her feel like he was worshipping her as he coaxed her body to that inevitable orgasm. That didn’t mean she didn’t miss the hungry, almost desperate sex they used to have.

  Pushing off from the counter she was leaning against, Mary J picked up a damp cloth and wiped down the bar before taking some more drink orders. A quick glance at the clock told her she still had about two hours to go before the last drinks could be called. God, she hoped those two hours flew by. Then maybe she could turn her flirtatious charm onto Mick and just see where this night took them both.

  * * * *

  Mick knew he was probably pissing Mary J off by not being there at the pub to ring in the fact that they had known each other for a whole year now. But his gift for her to celebrate their union couldn’t be rushed. Patience and plenty of time was needed in order for his present to succeed. If it was rushed then it would look pretty average and that just wouldn’t do. Easing his shirt back on after the tattooist had finished placing the gauze bandage over his new tat, Mick walked over to the counter and handed his credit card over to pay for it then made his way back out to his truck.

  It took him over forty minutes to get over to the Convict Inn, from where the tattoo parlour was situated. It was worth it though. His new ink turned out just the way he designed it and he couldn’t wait to finally unveil it to Mary J. He just hoped she loved it as much as he did. He had designed it with her specifically in mind. She was his fire and his heart. So with that in mind he had created a flaming heart with her name carved into it. The flaming heart symbolised the fiery passion that burned hotly in her eyes and having her name carved into the heart represented him branding his heart hers. It was a simple gesture that held great meaning to him, and he hoped that meaning was transferred to Mary J when she saw it for the first time herself.

  Parking his truck right outside the employees’ rear entrance, Mick used his key to get inside. He stopped by the kitchen and chatted briefly to Jerry before grabbing the little chocolate decadent dessert the chef had whipped up for him out of the fridge with a bottle of champagne already chilling in the fridge behind the bar, something he had done earlier on while Mary J had been busy in her office. Mick strolled around the corner and found his woman bent over cleaning up some spill, probably hers. She would have to be one of the clumsiest women he had ever known and it amazed him that the pub’s owner allowed her to work there when almost every night she was on, Mary J was either spilling something or dropping something.

  Seeing her fine denim-clad ass in the air though had his dick firing up on all cylinders. It was already pulsing and throbbing against the zipper of his jeans as it was but seeing her tight ass in the air only seemed to encourage his cock even more. Sure he had made love to her a few times since she had made a full recovery from her injuries and had been given the all clear to resume sexual activities after healing internally from the miscarriage. But he hadn’t wanted to push her too much, more afraid of hurting her and that was the last thing he ever wanted to do. So perhaps he had been a little bit overcautious with her when they had sex, but who could blame him for wanting to be that way with her after everything that had happened to her. Now, though, he wondered if it was time to abandon those plans and love her like the way he knew she wanted and needed him to.

  When she stood back up and turned to face him, the smile she gave him did strange things to his heart. Her eyes instantly dropped to the wicked chocolate dessert he had all but forgotten he had been carrying. He lost even more thought of it at the sight of her tongue slithering seductively over her full, plump lips. Lips he wanted even now, pressed up against his own. Stepping up closer to her, Mick placed the dessert down on the bar before zeroing in on her so he could do exactly that, touch his lips to hers. With his arms encircling her waist, he drew her up close so his erection was pulsing against her belly. Lowering his head, he then took her lips with his in a kiss that left every other kiss he had ever given her in the past in its wake.

  His tongue lapped at the fullness of her lips, before diving into her mouth to have a thorough exploration there. When he finally lifted his head from hers, Mick could see her eyes glowing with her passion and her love for him. He had to hide the wince of pain from her though when she rested her hand on his chest right where his new tattoo was. Glancing around the bar, he noticed everyone had left for the night and he knew Jerry was on his way home too. Meaning they were all alone in the bar.

  It was kind of romantic, with all the Valentine’s Day crap hanging up everywhere and soft, loved-up music playing in the background. Hell, if Mick was to hazard a guess he would think this was some sort of a set up. Maybe his little wildcat had planned on seducing him tonight, just like he had planned on sweeping her off her feet.

  Gripping her waist with both her hands he lifted her up onto the bar, and then stepped in between her parted thighs. He could feel the heat of her pussy against him and it made his dick even harder. Staring into her hooded gaze, Mick slowly began popping the buttons on his shirt as he spoke to her.

  “Sugar, you know tonight means a lot to both of us as it marks our one-year anniversary of the first day we set our eyes on each other.”

  Mick watched as Mary J nodded her head in agreement while her gaze remained on the buttons he was unsnapping on his shirt. He made sure that he didn’t reveal any portion of the gauze to her, because that would ruin the moment. “Well, I wanted to mark our beginning with something permanent
. Because, Mary J, there will be no other woman in my life other than you and any daughters we have in the future.” He gave her a thoughtful smile when her eyes lifted to his. The knowing in them and the belief he could see glittering in them at the mention of having a daughter someday warmed his heart and soul.

  After undoing the last button on his shirt, Mick cupped her face with both of his hands and rubbed his thumbs over her cheeks before touching his lips to hers in a tender embrace that she would feel all the way to her soul. He kissed her slowly and passionately, building up the flames of desire within her for him. His cock was right on board with his seduction techniques too and was bursting to be set free so it could bury itself inside her heated silk. Releasing her lips, he grinned at hearing her breathless sigh.

  “So without any further ado, I would like to show you how I marked this very special date of ours.”

  Her softly spoken “okay” sounded nearly as nervous as he was about revealing his tattoo to her.

  Shrugging out of his shirt he let it fall to the floor and quickly pressed a finger to her lips when she gasped at seeing the large white gauze bandage taped to his left pectoral muscle. “Hush, sugar, it’s not what you think. I’m not hurt, a little sore maybe but that’s all.”

  Removing his finger from her lips, Mick carefully released the tab of tape holding the gauze to his chest and lowered it enough for her to see his flaming heart tattoo with her name carved into it. The new tattoo rested right over his beating heart and made the flaming one pulse and look almost alive.

  “Mick…oh god it’s…so beautiful.”

  “Phew, for a moment there, sugar, I thought you were going to say you hated it.”

  “Oh gosh no, I love it. It’s perfect.” She reached up then and pressed her lips to his and whispered against them. “It’s so perfect, Mick, just like you are to me.” Mick could feel her little fingers gently skimming around the edges of his tattoo, her tattoo, before she taped the gauze back up to keep it protected.

  “I designed it with you in mind, Mary J. It represents the fiery passion you surrender over to my care and having your name carved into it brands my heart yours, sugar. My heart and all of my being is solely and categorically all for you.”

  Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, Mick pulled free the velvet pouch he had stuffed into it earlier in the day. Tugging the drawstrings apart he picked up her left hand and kissed the tips of her fingers before flipping it over so her palm was facing upward. He them slowly spilled the contents of the bag onto her hand as he spoke to her.

  “I know that you are aware that I don’t believe much in weddings and all that stuff that goes with it. However, I am committed to you, Mary J, as your man and lover and as your Dominant. I can’t change who I am or how I feel about marriage but I do want to give you something that signifies my commitment to you and the future I want to share with you.”

  Mick lifted the gold necklace from her palm and showed it to her. The gold heart-shaped locket hanging from it was small enough not to stand out too much, but was big enough to make other Dominants like Mick know that Mary J was wearing his collar and belonged only to him. The heart-shaped locket also had two small emeralds resting in it. The precious stones represented both his heart and hers and matched the colour in her eyes when she was alive with passion.

  With the tip of his finger he pointed out the tiny gold key hanging from the heart. “See that key, Mary J, that is the key to my heart. You hold the key to my heart, sugar, now and forever.”

  “Oh, Mick,” she blubbered to him. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing and his indecision was making him think he made a bad decision in not getting her an engagement ring. He had hoped that by presenting her with his collar she would see that it meant more to him having her wear it every day than any wedding ring could ever do. But if she needed one to prove to her he loved her and was committed to her, then he would march them both down to the Justice of the Peace office tomorrow morning and get them pronounced husband and wife.

  “I love it, Mick, I absolutely love it just as much as I love you.”

  Mick stood silently, maybe even a little stunned as he watched Mary J gather her hair up and turn slightly around, giving him access to place his collar around her neck. He pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck once the locket was in place and slowly loosened her fingers from her wild curls. He nuzzled her neck for a moment breathing in her scent, then kissed his way down her collarbone to the valley between her breasts. He tugged her T-shirt down, exposing more of her ample flesh for him to feast on. Hearing her soft little sighs and feeling her fingernails digging into the flesh on his shoulders caused him to shudder against her.

  He needed to be inside her right now and this time he could take her bare and mark her with his seed now that she was finally on the pill. Standing up straight, Mick gazed at her through hooded eyes and was pleased to see the flames of her desire burning in her sea-green eyes. “I need you, Mary J. Now, right now, sugar.” Patting her thighs with his hands, he told her to lift up so he could strip her of the denim and silk that was blocking his way from entering her. He left her cowboy boots on her feet, but removed her T-shirt and bra. His eyes racked over her seductively, taking her nakedness in before lifting her up and settling her down on a stool, open and ready for his possession.

  “You look so sexy, sugar, sitting here in the pub all naked except for your cowboy boots. Fuck, I got to have you now, Mary J.”

  “So take me, Mick. Make me yours, sweetie. Take me and make me yours, sir.”

  “Damn I love it when you call me ‘sir.’” And his damn dick loved hearing it too.

  With a hand wrapped around his steely, throbbing length, Mick parted her damp folds with his other hand and little by little sunk into her velvet heat. Her heat scorched him in the most pleasurable way possible. Once he was balls deep inside of her, he rocked forward and back, setting up a steady rhythm, and dipped his head to suck one of her taut little buds into his mouth. He suckled and nibbled on one nipple before releasing it and moving on to the next one. All the while his cock shuttled in and out of her. He could feel her fluttering internal muscles clamping down on his cock and knew she was close. Reaching down to her clit, Mick began to circle his thumb over the hard nubbin. When her pussy locked down on him, he then gave her the command to come.

  He relished this moment, the moment when she let herself go of all her inhibitions and surrendered herself to the passion and desire he made her feel. Her liquid silk coated his dick as he pounded into her harder now than before. His thumb worked her clit with what he knew were devastating strokes and soon enough she was panting and begging him for a second release. He smirked down at her and captured her lips with his just as he commanded her to come again. He let himself go too then and spilled his hot, fertile seed into her welcoming depths, knowing today they wouldn’t make a baby. But one day soon they would create a child together once again.

  Kissing her lips one last time, Mick slipped his softening cock out of her pussy and watched as his cum and hers seeped from her core and dribbled down her thighs. He was completely fascinated by the sight of their combined lovemaking spilling from her. His mark and his love were all there on her thighs and in her pussy. The beast in him roared with delight, the man in him yearned for more, and the Dom in him cherished everything she was to him, with and without her surrender to him.

  “I love you, Mary J. Promise me, here and now, sugar, that you will always remember that I will always love you with all of my heart and with all of my soul.”

  “I promise you, Mick, I will always remember how much you love me, just like you will always know how much I love you. I am yours, Mick Huon, completely and solely yours.”

  The kiss he gave her then sealed their commitment to one another. It was a union that could never be broken and one that would always be celebrated every year on Valentine’s Day and every day in between too.

  Lifting up the gold locket hanging from around her nec
k, his collar, Mick pressed his lips to it then carefully lowered it back down. “Let’s get you dressed, sugar, and then we can head on home and celebrate some more.”

  “What about dessert?”

  Mick winked at her then and helped her off the stool. His eyes roamed over her naked form, taking it all in. He knew she could see the wickedness gleaming in his eyes, because his little minx had the same wicked intent gleaming in hers. He already knew how he planned on eating his portion of the dessert. It was going to be from her naked body spread eagled on their bed and her pussy bared and open to him to feast upon. And he most definitely was planning on licking some of that decadent chocolate confection from her cunt too.

  “We’ll take it home,” he said to her in a voice that sounded more guttural than normal and filled with his lustful cravings he held for his wildcat. “But I do need to warn you first, sugar, that I have some rather creative ways I would like to consume my portion of it.”

  “Mick!” She shook her head at him then, but the beaming smile she gifted him with gave her away. “You’re way too incorrigible, sweetie.”

  Giving her a sly grin at hearing that, he helped her get dressed before grabbing the bottle of champagne from the fridge. He then picked up their dessert and looped his arm around her shoulders and escorted the love of his life down the hallway to the back door, flicking off the pub lights on their way through.

  Everything was finally as it should be in his life.

  Mary J was officially his and her ex was gone and never to return. The captain had been cleared of all wrongdoing, after the Australian Federal Police had disclosed that they were the ones responsible for having secret discussions with him and took full responsibility for all the fallout because of it. All that was left to solve now was rounding up the elusive members of the Gang of 39.

  Hell, even that could wait for another day. For tonight it was just about him and Mary J and the love they shared for each other and the future they would have together. Plus, it was still fucking Valentine’s Day, and he was nowhere near done with his Valentine’s Day treat that just happened to be his woman.