Bound For You: Men in Blue, Book 6

by Jayne Rylon

  Hell, yes.

  “Take me to my bedroom, Ryan.” Shari didn’t think about it. She didn’t have to manufacture some demand to suit his fancy. It was what she genuinely wanted, and her patience had just about run out. The freedom to get bossy with him after months of hoping for action was freeing. Maybe she’d been going about this all wrong from the start. “Don’t forget the condoms, either, or I’ll make you crawl back down here buckass naked and get them for making me wait a moment longer than necessary to have you inside me.”

  “Jesus.” He shook the box so she could hear it before tightening his grasp and picking up speed. She swore he took the stairs three at a time after that. “You’re awfully good at this, Shari. Have you been talking to Lily?”

  “Nope. I’m pretty sure this is what you do to me.” She laughed and buried her face in his chest, slightly embarrassed, but mostly relieved that they were turning out to be half as compatible as she had imagined.

  The reassuring thump of his racing heart made her sure he was as affected as she was by their nearness-with-intent-to-be-intimate. Premeditated seduction. Finally!

  When he entered her room, he set her on the comforter as softly as if she had floated down like the eagle feathers that sometimes caused delicate rings to skate across the surface of the lake on a calm day. With her stare locked on his, she absorbed the full impact of his gaze. His eyes seemed to change colors the more aroused he got, going from sky blue to something that reminded her of the water that had starred in the Caribbean ocean special she’d watched last week.

  Maybe someday she’d get to see it herself, finally fulfilling her fantasy of having sex on a white sandy beach with the love of her life. For now, this was an amazing substitute.

  Was that what she was to him? Plan B?

  “I know I’m not Ben—”

  Ryan burst out laughing at that. “Damn straight you’re not. Not with all this smooth, soft skin and these absolutely beautiful curves.”

  For a moment, she lost her train of thought, worries scattering before his skilled fingers, which had her half naked before she realized what he intended.

  “Hang on, I’m being serious.” She worried her lip between her teeth, crossing her arms as if they could hide her boobs from him. Proportionally, they were impressive. Probably her best physical attribute.

  The back of his knuckles brushed repeatedly across the exposed swells above her hands, making her shiver.

  “I know.” Ryan drew in a deep breath then let it out slowly. “It’s no secret that I have a thing for him. You know we’ve fucked around and I loved it. Would do it again—or more—in a second if he was willing. But I’m not like other people. Or maybe I am. I actually believe most humans aren’t designed to be monogamous. Does that bother you?”

  She swallowed hard. This was not the time to lose her courage. She had to be honest.

  “A little, maybe.” Shari winced. “But probably not for the reasons you assume.”

  “Good, because I want you, Shari. I always have. I’m sorry I let you think otherwise for even a single second. I’m not talking about as some consolation prize, either. I want you as much as I want…wanted him.” Ryan paused, sitting beside her, though never halting his caresses along her collarbone, then down her arms. Eventually, he held her hands.

  “That’s great.” She gulped, hating how lame she sounded. Still, it was a relief. “It’s not that, though. I’m more afraid that we’ll do this and I’ll feel things for you that aren’t smart, knowing that you’re going to want to be with other people. Besides me. When I’m not around. Yeah, I don’t think I can do that.”

  Shari reached for her discarded shirt.

  “No, wait.” Rather than use force, Ryan distracted her by peeling his T-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor, baring himself equally. It may have been a tactical maneuver, but it worked.

  Suddenly she felt less vulnerable.

  “Why?” What was the point of getting in deeper with him when she knew herself? She couldn’t be his sidepiece, or even his mainpiece, if he had other pieces scattered about like a sexy god in some kind of fancy board game. Jealous, she’d never be able to stay sane wondering where he was and who he was doing, without her.

  “I think I didn’t explain right.” He scrunched his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment before returning his focus to her. “I want to be in a committed relationship. If that’s you and me, I’ll be so damn happy. I care for you, Shari. This isn’t only about fucking to me.”

  “Me either,” she promised.

  “But I love Ben.” He said it with a quiet steel that impressed her. “No matter what he feels, or doesn’t for me. Our time in the dungeons…”

  “It’s never going to go away. And I’m never going to replace him or the things you overcame with each other. I understand that. Truly.” Somehow the knowledge didn’t hurt either. How could it when she’d seen how they were together? Though she only had a vague idea of the awful stuff that had bonded them, as close as brothers-in-arms.

  “If I could have figured out a way to have you both, that would have been my dream. I’m just saying that there was room in my heart for two very specific people.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

  She turned her head and kissed his hand.

  He might not have declared his feelings outright—they didn’t know each other well enough for that yet—but he’d eased one of her worst fears. Stinging eyes made her blink rapidly.

  “What did I say? I thought I did a decent job there.”

  When she snorted a laugh, he leaned in and surprised her by gathering her to his chest as he reclined on the quilt she’d sewn last winter. It had been a never-ending season, giving her plenty of time to hone her craft. The intricate design she’d come up with made her proud looking at the finished product.

  Shari pushed up a bit, her palms on his solid chest, until she could kiss him softly, gently, returning the gift he might not even realize he’d given her.

  “Seriously, you okay now?” he asked between kisses.

  “Yeah.” She cleared her throat. “My worst fear…since my brother died, you know?”

  “What is it? You can tell me.” He cupped her face in his strong hands, rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs.

  “Is dying alone. Unloved. Or maybe in love, but unable to act on it. Like John. Or my mom and dad. He was in the military. Killed in action overseas. She died of cancer while he was away. The three of them were so…alone.” She couldn’t help it. Her voice increased in pitch as she trailed off. Her secret hovered there, in the room with them, and she’d never been more ashamed or afraid.

  “First, that’s not going to happen.” He sipped the tear she hadn’t realized she’d shed from the corner of her eye. “I’m here. Unless you kick my ass out, I’m not planning to leave you by yourself for very long.”

  The future couldn’t be certain, but she figured that was as good a reassurance as she would get. A tentative smile drove away her sadness.

  “And second, your brother was insanely loved. Didn’t Jambi hold out for like a decade for him? He might not have been able to be with her, but that doesn’t make what they shared any less powerful, does it?” Ryan rolled over so that he was above her, bracketing her with his strong arms. His blond hair feathered over his forehead as he made absolutely sure she was looking at him. “I’m sure it was the same for your parents. Distance doesn’t obscure what’s in your soul. No matter where we end up after tonight, you’ve got a part of me that I’m never going to take back. It’s yours for keeps. I will always be with you. Okay?”

  “Yeah.” It was all she could manage to say, though she desperately hoped he knew the same was true for her. Had been for months already. Him, Ben, and the rest of the Men in Blue family had become an important part of her fabric, like the floral print she ran her fingers over was inextricably woven into her quilt. She looked up, unflinching when she met his stare. “So come here and give me that piece of you.”


  He laughed, melting her further with the boom of happiness that was loud enough to rattle her windows along with her insides. “If you insist. But that wasn’t the part of my anatomy I had in mind.”

  “I do. Insist, I mean.” Shari squirmed beneath him, shucking her jeans and kicking them over the end of the bed before toeing her socks off.

  Ryan was right there, skimming his hands along the length of her body, taking her panties with them before deftly unclasping her bra faster than she would have been able to do it herself. Impressive.

  “Can I taste you?” He licked his lips, as if she would be every bit as delectable as the dinner he’d fed her.

  “You’d better.” A hiss escaped her when he dove forward, suckling her bared breast while one hand massaged the other. “Ah, yes. Right there. A little harder.”

  He did as she directed.

  Shari drew her feet up beside his hips and tucked her toes into his waistband. It took a few tries, but eventually she was able to shove his shorts down enough that she had a great view of his tight ass while he made her feel things she’d never dreamed possible.

  Who knew it could feel that good to have a man’s mouth on her breasts?

  Damn.

  When he settled deeper into the V of her thighs, his abs pressed against her mound, inspiring her gasp.

  Ryan lifted his head only long enough to grin and rotate his hips, grinding against her until he stroked her clit with his pelvis. Why did she have a feeling he was full of sly tricks designed to maximize his partner’s pleasure?

  It was like having her own personal sex slave. Which, come to think of it…

  He’d been trained to produce pleasure.

  And she was reaping the benefits.

  No match for his experience, she quit trying to act rationally and instead gave herself over to pure sensation. What she lacked in skills, she made up for in passion. Or at least that was her goal. Shari buried one hand in his hair, and latched onto his shoulder with the other. If her nails rasped against his back and scalp, it was entirely unintentional.

  Though it seemed to have a pronounced effect on the man making a meal of her.

  “Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Tell me what you want.”

  Coherent thoughts? Nope, not going to happen.

  Instead, she applied pressure, pushing him downward.

  He went.

  Right where she needed him.

  Ryan kissed his way from her breasts, along her belly, to the juncture of her thighs. He teased then delivered on the promises his body was making for him. Toes curled, fingers balled in the sheets, and head thrown back, Shari was afraid she wasn’t even going to last long enough for him to get to the good stuff before she flew apart.

  “Hurry,” she urged.

  “Love knowing I can do this to you, make you feel so good,” he admitted between licks and nibbles around her clit, his fingers swirling and probing the opening of her pussy.

  She should have been self-conscious. But she wasn’t. How could she be when it was obvious that her bliss sustained him? Though he went down on her, did as she asked, brought her ecstasy without so much as slipping a hand between himself and the sheets to rub his stiff cock, it was clear that worshiping her somehow gave him authority of his own.

  If she’d ever had the misconception that submission made a lover—especially a man—weak, it disintegrated with deliberate swipes of his tongue and the steady advance of his fingers, which breached her opening.

  “Ryan! More!”

  He granted her request, inserting two digits within her so she had something to hold as her pussy clenched.

  “Let me taste you, Shari. Please. Will you come on my face?” he growled against her flesh, redoubling his efforts, as if desperate to draw pleasure from her very core.

  It didn’t take many plunges of his fingers, combined with gentle suction on her clit, to ensure she was unable to resist. Not that she wanted to. Their needs aligned perfectly.

  So she gave him his wish.

  Shari screamed his name, her leg hooking around his back to draw him in tight as she bucked, riding his face. An orgasm of epic proportions stole her breath then slammed it back into her in a rush that left her gasping and moaning. Each of her primal vocalizations seemed to thrill Ryan, who released a victorious roar of his own without slowing in the least.

  When she thought he’d wrung every last drop of rapture from her, he glanced up with a slick grin, then hummed. “I could do this all night.”

  “Huh?” She blinked a few times, trying to bring him back into focus.

  “Eat you.” He blew a warm stream of air across her clit, reigniting the pulses of pleasure that had begun to fade. “You’re not going to make me stop, are you?”

  “Um… I…” Oh! He could do that again? Sure. “Nope. Go right ahead.”

  Ryan smirked at her obvious confusion and her quick amendment.

  The ease with which wonder flowed between them, an endless gift from one to the other, astounded her. More than the physical pleasure he was once again busy delivering, she relished that intimacy. Reaching down, she entwined their fingers. He squeezed them tight.

  As promised, he never let go.

  “How can I make this good for you?” she wondered.

  “You already are.” He smiled against her flesh when she shuddered beneath the impact of his words, which buffeted her sensitized nerve endings. “I like making you come. A lot.”

  “That’s good.” Because she was only a few seconds from shattering again from the incessant massage of his fingers within her and the slight impact of his breath on her clit.

  This time he moaned loud enough to register in her sex-hazed mind when she flooded his mouth with her release. He made her believe it was true, that her gratification became his, with his unwavering enthusiasm. Time after time, he brought her to climax then helped her recover so she could experience it not only once or twice, but as often as possible.

  On a couple occasions, she tried to scoot down, arranging their bodies so that he could fuck her if he wanted. He resisted, holding her still, content to bury his face in the juncture of her thighs and teach her the true meaning of gluttony.

  Shari had lost count of the number of orgasms he’d given her. All she knew was that they’d done their best to make up for lost time. Her limbs had been reduced to jelly, perspiration made wisps of her hair stick to her temples, and she needed a damn break or she would spontaneously combust. “Ryan. Come here.”

  She patted the pillow beside her and sighed when he wrapped her in his arms, snuggling near to her. The position left no doubt that his cock was rock solid. It nearly branded her leg with its heat and hardness.

  Though she tried to reach for him, he held her too close for that. “Let me…”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “Ryan, I want to.” Shari mustered some determination despite her lethargy. “In fact, remember what you said before? I’m being direct. I need to take care of you too.”

  9

  “Check that off your list, Shari. This is all I need to be content.” Ryan nuzzled her hair, drunk on the sweet scent and the softness against his skin. “Knowing that I satisfied you is enough for tonight. Believe me, it’s not the first time I’ve gone to bed eager. It’ll make tomorrow even more spectacular. If that’s still what you want in the morning.”

  She paused as if confused.

  “Tell me whatever it is you’re thinking. We’ll figure it out,” he coached.

  “Are you sure? I have no idea what I’m doing. Saying the wrong thing now would devastate me. After everything you’ve given me, the last thing I could stand is to demean you in some unintentional way.” She hugged him, nearly making him forget what they were talking about.

  Nothing could be as important as the genuine emotion she demonstrated with every sizzling contact. After months of deprivation, it had him dizzy.

  “I appreciate you trying to understand.” He kissed her again and again, completely addicted t
o the flavor of his cooking lingering on her lips. “It means a lot to me that you would try to fulfill my needs, even if you don’t really know what they are yet. Go ahead, ask me your questions.”

  “Okay.” She took her time, gathering her thoughts.

  Ryan couldn’t help himself. He pressed another kiss to her mouth and wished they could spend the rest of the night making out. She was too damn adorable to resist when she was putting so much effort into being perfect for him, something she already was naturally.

  What a stark contrast to the past few months with Ben, who had spent every minute desperate to ignore what was right there between them. Or worse, to snuff it out instead of nurturing it.

  Eventually, though, the slight yet steady pressure of Shari’s palms on his chest cut through his euphoria. She needed to talk. That was a pleasant change too.

  “Sorry.” He deposited one last peck on her cheek.

  Her flush and the deep breath she released promised she didn’t mind too much.

  “Is this what it’s like?” She considered before elaborating, “Being a bottom, I mean? Servitude—which you clearly excel at—doesn’t seem like it would be enough to satisfy someone. When Lily took me on a tour of Gunther’s, I remember the majority of the guests really dressed up. You know, like in latex and leather and stuff. Almost to the point of theatrics. There were whole rooms of whips and chains and implements I wouldn’t even know how to name. Handcuffs. Black equipment. Moody lighting. It seemed a little over the top, I guess. I hate to say this, but…stereotypical, at least the parts I saw. There were these elaborate displays of how much pain a couple of the participants would take, like a badge of courage or something. If that’s what makes them happy, cool. It’s just that…I’m not into punishment or big productions, really. I prefer this, something personal and private. Unscripted. Feeling more than behaving according to a rigid set of rules. Unless those are things you need. I don’t want to deprive you, though it would be unnatural for me. I’ll try. I…it’s confusing.”