Bad Medicine (Wolf Love Book 4)

by Red L. Jameson

  She called me baby. I love that she called me baby.

  The woman with the pink book scoots a little closer, giggling softly, saying, “My husband reads them. And by the way, he’s my second husband and thanks to him reading these books, I’ve never been happier, in the bedroom or out of it.”

  I smile, nodding at the woman. “Gotcha. So I’m going to buy about a hundred books today.”

  Asha chuckles and, god, do I adore the sound. It makes me happy. So fucking happy.

  We leave shortly after that, me packing twelve books into my saddle bag. We’re on the way home, which I can’t believe I’m calling my apartment home for the both of us. But I have to say I do like my space better than hers. She’s living in a closet. Seriously. Her apartment is about the size of one of my closets. She said she didn’t care about where she was living when she moved to Laramie about a year ago. She kept making plans to find something a tad bigger, something where she can get out of her bed and not run into a wall, but she hasn’t. And now she has my place.

  Need to stop thinking this way.

  She’s going to end things when she gets what she wants. A girl like Asha does not end up with a guy like me. No matter how much I want it.

  Oh, but I’m going to try to make her think she wants it. I’ll do everything in my power to make her mine. Because she is.

  And I’m going to wind up with such a broken fucking heart.

  It gets colder as the night progresses. Asha’s wearing my jacket as I gather my new books in my arms and she’s got her over-night backpack slung over a shoulder. We trudge up the stairs to my place, and I wonder why we’re silent. Well, I know for me I’m worrying about my broken heart, but she’s…

  Once we’re inside and I lay my books on the kitchen table, she’s staring at me intensely.

  “I—I forgot to mention something about our deal tonight.”

  I swallow. It’s been such a long, wonderful day that for a second I don’t remember our deal. I loved every minute of today, and I’m so thrilled I wonder if I have a permanent smile on my face.

  “Deal?”

  She clears her throat, fingering one of the books she picked out for me. “I’m going to—you know—I’m going to give you oral sex. I’ve been a good girl and did everything you wanted.”

  With words like oral sex and good girl floating around, my brain shorts and I’m suddenly not thinking. I want to throw her over my shoulder, race to my room, and fling her on my bed. I want to cover her body with mine. I want to kiss her, tearing off her shoulder-exposing t-shirt and her jeans with my teeth.

  But I try to think. I might have a droplet of blood still wandering around in my brain.

  “Yeah…our deal.” My voice has turned hoarse, raw, my desire obvious.

  My cock is alive too. Bone Ranger is trying to get some attention. He heard everything Asha said and is insisting she get on with her half of our deal.

  She doesn’t look at me but is staring at the book with vision that might burn the pages if she’s not careful. “Yes, I—I forget to tell you something about our deal.”

  “Yeah?”

  She nods. “I—I need to tie you up to do it.”

  Tie me up? Hmm. God, I wish my mind was functioning just a little faster so I could think of something to say. Finally, I blabber, “I’ve never been tied up before.”

  She looks up at me, smiling. “You mean I’ll be the first to do that to you?”

  She’s getting excited, which gets me even more excited. And I’m happy I can nod to acknowledge that she will be the first.

  “Have you ever tied up anyone before?” She winces. “Actually, I don’t want to know.”

  I touch her because I have to. Not because Bone Ranger is begging me to, but because I see something in her eyes that cuts me deep. She liked it that I could share a new experience with her, and being a virgin, I’d guess she’d rather not feel like she’s so different from me.

  Caressing her hand that’s been sculpting lines in the book, I say, “I’ve never tied up anyone, either. This is all new to me.”

  She shyly smiles. “So you’d do that for me? Even though I forgot to ask for it this morning?”

  I nod. “Yeah.” And because it’s me, and I’m a moron who sometimes only thinks with my dick, I ask, “Can I tie you up sometime?”

  I asked because I got caught up, thinking about her tied to my bed, writhing as I please her, as I do everything she wants me to do. Her legs would be spread and my face would be between them, making her come. But I forgot about her past that she hasn’t told me about, but I’m fairly certain I’m right. She’s been hurt by some fucker who I’d like to kill. Slowly.

  I’m about to recant, when she finds a book with a flower on the front. “Maybe you can. Maybe after we read this book. I think you’d like it.”

  “What’s it about?”

  “A woman who has a thing for tying up her lovers.”

  I smile. “Not the other way around?”

  “Well, there are so many of those. And, honestly, I don’t think they’re as much fun as the other way around.”

  I shrug, again only thinking with Bone Ranger. “Maybe I could convince you that being tied up has certain advantages and can be a lot of fun too.” Fuck, why do I keep saying things when I know I could make her uncomfortable?

  She saunters even closer with the book, pushing it against my chest, saying, “Maybe. Maybe.” She smooths the book to my heart, her other hand touching my shoulder. “Ryder?”

  “We’re back to Ryder now?”

  “Both names are great. You have a rocking, sexy ass name. But right now I want Ryder.”

  “And I want you, baby.”

  “Will you find me some rope and get naked, please?”

  Chapter Nineteen - Asha

  Ian takes a slow breath. “Can I kiss you first?”

  It’s so sweet that he asked. He doesn’t just take; although, soon I might be okay if he took that from me. Soon.

  I nod and he consumes me. His mouth is on mine, a hand on my nape, another low on my back, his body pressed against me. He’s kissing me like he’s been dying to do this for days, not hours. He’s hungry and aggressive, and I like it. I love it. The hand on my back roams lower, clutching at my ass, pulling me up to my toes.

  “Asha,” he whispers then kisses my cheek to my ear lobe.

  “Ian.”

  He suckles in the tender flesh, and something about it makes my knees feel weak, desire fluttering down my spine like a butterfly. I press my breasts against him more, and he moans then kisses my neck. Shocking me, he bites my throat, making me gasp and giggle.

  “No biting?” His whisper is rough.

  I arch more into him. “Actually, I liked it. I was just surprised.”

  He smiles and lowers his head to bite my neck again, then he licks right where his teeth left their mark. I moan, my knees even weaker, my body compliant to anything he wants to do. My breasts—I can’t help but rub them along his chest. I couldn’t stop if someone asked me to. I’ve never paid much attention to my breasts but I do now. They’re so full, tingles of desire making them feel that way. I want him to cup them and see if that would feel good.

  But my breath hitches at the thought. Fear trickles in.

  I hate my fear.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks, his hands on my hips.

  He’s taken a step away from me, his gaze serious. He’s so attentive. To me. And that helps the fear flee. Well, some of it. With a shaky breath, I fight what remains.

  In a quick move, I take off my sweater. I love watching Ryder look at me. The concern etched in his eyes morphs into pure lust. I think he likes my breasts, even if they are covered by my bra. I think he likes them a lot.

  I take his hands, hoping he doesn’t feel or see me tremble, then slide them up my body.

  “Touch me.”

  He’s looking at my breasts, his gaze full of want. Now, he’s looking at his hands as if he can’t believe they’re attached
to his body, or that I’m guiding them to my chest.

  He releases a pent up breath. “Show me. Show me how you like it.”

  Oh, he’s so perfect. That was such a perfect thing to say.

  So, I do. Slowly but surely, I guide his hands to explore the underside of my breasts. He’s careful. So gentle. But I need more. Moving his hands to cup me, I gasp at how good it feels for him to hold me like this.

  He moans. “So beautiful.”

  He’s caressing me, doing everything I want him to do. And I want more.

  “Will you kiss them?”

  He swoops down the second the words are out of my mouth. His hands move to the side of my breasts and pushes them together. He kisses from one mound to the valley between them to the other. His hot breath on me, his hot lips, makes me tremble even more. Liquid lust pouring through my veins straight to my Caterina. No, my pussy. I moan while I lean my head back, removing my hold of his hands to touch his forearms.

  He takes over, kissing, licking, caressing.

  “I’m going to move your bra. I want to see your nipples.”

  He’s telling me what he’s going to do, but I know he’s really asking.

  I have power here. He gives it to me.

  But I’m nearly helpless when he pushes the cup of my bra to the side and kisses his way down to my nipple. The dark pink bud is jutting out and he breathes on it.

  “Ian.” I shudder.

  His mouth latches on, all warm and wet. I moan even louder.

  “Oh god, Ian.”

  He suckles and my whole body bucks. I arch, forcing more of me in his mouth, amazed my body would want this so much. Faster than I thought I could move, I have his t-shirt in my hands and am trying to remove it. He has to stop sucking my nipple, which almost makes my body whimper, but the second I throw his t-shirt close to my sweater, he’s back, his mouth on my breast. I unlatch my bra and fling it away, making him moan.

  I love it when he’s suckling one breast then cups the other, squeezing them together slightly, then his hand finds my other nipple and rolls it, pinches it. His mouth switches to my other breast and he reaches down, way down, to my ass and lifts. My breasts are level with his face, and he suckles hard.

  His skin is against mine. His spicy-clean masculine scent more noticeable now that he’s shirtless. These things are driving me insane. I didn’t know lust could feel like this. I’m barely in control. I’m just raw urges that make me hum and moan and clutch at Ian like I might never let him go.

  But I want more. I want him to feel like I do this very second.

  “Ian,” I whisper. “Can you find the rope now?”

  He sets me back on the floor carefully, his breath coming in fast. He lifts his head, looking down at me.

  “Yeah.”

  But he doesn’t move. For a second I’m worried he might back out, that he doesn’t want to be tied up, that he doesn’t want me to take control. Then he gives me a lopsided smile, kisses my lips quickly, then rummages around in a kitchen drawer.

  “I think I have some twine in here.” He holds up a spool full of thin brown rope that I’m pretty sure he can break through. But it will have to do. I might spring for handcuffs later.

  When he hands me the twine, I notice his hands are shaking. His pupils are so dilated his eyes look glossy and black. He’s looking at me with that predatory gaze that I’m growing accustomed to, like he wants me, he wants me so much. And only me. He’s utterly intoxicating.

  “Let’s get you out of your jeans.”

  “Oh yeah.” He smiles wider.

  He begins to pull the button through the hole, but I stay his hands with one of mine.

  “Let me.” I place the twine on the table and finish unbuttoning him. My wrist bumps against his erection. Only part of his erection. God, the man is huge. I can see that his head is all the way over to his hip. He’s just so fucking big.

  As much as I worry about his size, something inside me sizzles. I loved watching him this morning. I loved it when he closed his eyes and I imagined touching him the way he was. I loved watching him become unhinged, and I want to do that to him. I want to make him come.

  I unzip him and carefully push both his boxer briefs and jeans over his erection.

  “My boots. Forgot about my boots.” His voice is seriously strained. God, I love it.

  I take a step back and he hops on one foot on the kitchen linoleum to unlace and kick off a boot, then the other, and slides out of his jeans and underwear too.

  “Let me look at you, please.” And let me touch you and kiss you. But I don’t ask that last part. I don’t know why. Probably because it’s hard to put words in my mouth.

  He’s so big. So powerfully built. So gorgeous. I splay my hands across his chest, feeling the subtle imprint of his dragon tattoo and another that reads simply, “Strength and Honor.” Yes, he’s strong. And honorable. He’s letting me touch him, look at him. Only a few flickers of his muscles twitching as I slide a finger along his sternum. He’s letting me do this. Other men wouldn’t. They’d take control. I know.

  I haven’t dated a lot, but every time it would come to the physical aspect of a relationship, I felt overwhelmed and overpowered. Not a good combo considering my background. I just couldn’t handle feeling like that. One guy said I had to learn how to let go of control. Would he say that if I forced him to “let go”? Doubt it.

  But not Ian. He’s so much bigger than any other man I’ve known. So much more intimidating. So much more seriousness in his brown gaze. But he’s the one who will let me do this. He’s the one.

  God, I didn’t just think that. I need to be more careful. Safeguard my heart.

  Just focus on touching him. Everywhere. I run my hands along his tight, bunching shoulders, down his sculpted arms, interlacing my fingers between his. I step closer and look up at him, his erection touching my belly.

  “I want to do amazing things to your body.”

  He loosens a big breath, his huge chest moving.

  “I want you to feel so much pleasure.”

  He nods. I think words might be hard to come by for him too.

  “You’re going to have to tell me what you like and don’t like.”

  He nods again.

  I run my hands down his stomach, amazed at the ridges of his rectus abdominis. Eight bumps that make those gorgeous bricks of his abs. One of my fingers lingers on the soft dark hair under his bellybutton. Slowly, I lower my fingertip, while he closes his eyes. When I touch the very base of him, he growls. My nipples contract. Hard. I wrap my fingers around him and he widens his stance, his hands making fists.

  “You’re going to have to tell me what to do too, I’m afraid, since I’ve never done this before.”

  His lids open, looking down at me, nodding.

  I slide my hand up his Bone Ranger, but thinking of that silly, very male name for his penis makes me laugh.

  He captures my hand, holding me still. “Giggling when you have a man’s dick in your hand isn’t good for his ego.”

  “Oh god. I’m sorry.” I look down at him and realize he’s not quite as hard. He’s right. It’s really not good for his ego. “I was thinking about your name for…him, Bone Ranger. That’s what I was laughing at. You can’t possibly think I’d laugh at you.”

  “I’m naked, trying like fuck not to grab you, feeling…fucking vulnerable and you laughed.”

  I step a little closer. “Ian, you’re so huge. I promise I wasn’t laughing at you, just that name.”

  “Maybe you’re laughing because I am huge. I don’t know. And, yes, I do know now why you were laughing, but at the time—”

  “I’m so sorry.” I step even closer, letting his erection touch the skin of my belly. “I can make it up to you.”

  He smiles, his erection in my palm getting harder. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

  “I want to touch every inch of you, especially your…Bone—”

  “Don’t call it that, baby.”

 
; “What do you want me to call it then?”

  “It’s my cock. You’re holding my cock.”

  I step even closer, gripping him a little tighter and sliding down his shaft. “I want to stroke your cock.”

  He’s getting even harder, groaning too. “Yeah, baby.”

  “I want to lick it.”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  “I want to put it in my mouth.”

  He lets go of my hand, kissing the top of my head. “You want to tie me up still?”

  What’s odd, I realize, is how he stopped me, how he put his hands on me, and I was okay with it. Could I have his hands loose while I perform oral sex? A trickle of fear tingles at the base of my skull.

  “Yes, I want you tied up.”

  He smiles again while he steps away, pushing his wrists together in front of him.

  “I liked the idea of tying you to a chair.”

  He swallows. I can actually hear him. But he nods and moves one of the kitchen chairs so nothing is in its way and sits on it, stretching his arms behind him.

  God, the man is good to me, letting me do this.

  He is, however, getting a blow job out the deal, so I shouldn’t get too far ahead of myself, thinking him some angel.

  I tie him to a spoke within the back of the chair and gauge my handiwork. Thanks to Hon, I know a few knots, but I’m pretty sure even with the rolling hitch I just tied, Ian can break himself free. He could probably pull the spoke from the chair for that matter.

  But he’s not. His head is turned so he can see me.

  I glance down his big back. His spine is so fluid and beautiful. I’ve often thought the curvature of a backbone is one of the most exquisite things on earth. Ryder is thin enough to see a few of his vertebrae poking through, becoming visible under his skin at his neck, but most of his back is consumed with flaring muscles. Down at his bum, he has the cutest indentions. And then there is his ass, all hard edges.

  I walk around him, noticing his splayed knees. The way men sit always fascinates me, their knees are wide, their stance so male. Ian is so male. He’s so hard that his…cock is standing taller and taller.

  “Can you take off your jeans, baby?”

  I nod and try to do as he asks in a sexy way. When my pants are kicked off, I kneel before him.