Zero Tolerance

by Lynn Burke

  “God, yes.” She yanked on my hair.

  I flexed my hips and slid in deep with one slow thrust.

  Jasmine groaned and shuddered.

  “You like having my cock deep inside of you.”

  “Yes.”

  I palmed her breast, pinching her hard nipple between two fingers. “How much?”

  “Too fucking much.” She gasped as I thrust deep, hitting her cervix. “God, yes. More.”

  I pulled out to the head and thrust in again, drawing another deep groan from her. “I could fuck you all night long and not get enough.”

  “Yes,” she whined as I pinched her nipple again. “Oh, yes!”

  “Do you like this?” I murmured against her ear, my fingers rolling her nipple with enough pressure to sting.

  A gush of wetness coated my cock along with her moaned, “Yes.”

  I slid my hand down her stomach, pulling her tight against me as I upped my pace, angling my hips to slide deeper into her wet heat. Coating two fingers in her cream created the slickness I wanted, and I slid them up either side of her distended clit.

  “Do you like it when I do this?” I asked, rubbing my fingers back and forth, her nub slipping between them.

  “O-oh!”

  I tugged, gently pulling until her clit slipped from my grasp.

  “Fuck!” She gasped.

  I tugged again, not so gentle, and she shrieked, her pussy clamping down on my cock. My fucking balls took over, and I gripped her hip, pounding into her soaked pussy, my teeth latching onto her shoulder.

  “Fuck!” I growled against her skin as cum shot up through my cock.

  “Micah!” Jasmine cried out again, sending another gush of wetness over me.

  I emptied myself inside of her, and my muscles went lax, while I sucked wind, holding her tight.

  Nothing in the fucking world would take her from me.

  Nothing.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jasmine

  The scent of coffee pulled me from sleep. I blinked in the bright sunlight pouring through Micah’s bedroom window and smiled.

  I never smiled in the morning.

  Stretching dissolved my smile as the soreness between my thighs voiced a complaint. “Damn,” I muttered. Micah’s cock was a dangerous weapon. “Damn,” I swore again, squeezing my thighs together.

  “You awake?”

  I lifted my head off the pillow. “Unfortunately.”

  Micah stood in the open doorway, lounge pants slung low on his hips, hair mussed and hanging to his shoulders. His sleepy hazel eyes twinkled with enough heat I almost didn’t care my pussy needed a break.

  “You are so fucking hot.”

  He laughed and moved into the room. “I brought you some coffee.”

  I tore my gaze off the dips of his abs and took note of the mugs in his hands. “You’re a saint.”

  “Yeah, well…” He shrugged one shoulder.

  Scooting up on the bed sent another not-so-pleasant twinge through my pussy, and I grimaced.

  “You okay?” he asked, perching on the edge of the bed as I settled the sheet around my breasts.

  Heat coated my cheeks. “A little sore.”

  “I shouldn’t have taken you a second time,” he said, handing me my coffee.

  “I wanted you to.”

  He peered at me as I sipped and sighed contentment over the mug’s rim.

  I took another sip. “Best. Coffee. Ever.”

  With a chuckle, he slid back to prop against the headboard beside me. “How’d you sleep?”

  “Like the dead. God.” I shook my head and sipped again. “I can’t remember the last time I slept that well.”

  “I know you like it bright in the room, so I left the blinds open.” He rubbed his bare foot down the side of my sheet-covered calf. “Would it creep you out if I told you I laid here and watched you sleep for an hour before waking you up last night?”

  Butterflies took flight in my chest, and I glanced over at him. “You did?”

  His gaze caressed my face, settling on my lips. “Yes. You’re absolutely stunning—even when snoring.”

  “I don’t snore!”

  “You do.”

  I glared. “Do not.”

  He smirked. “Breathe heavy, then.”

  I huffed a breath and turned away to drink my coffee.

  “I got used to it pretty quick, and a good thing, too.”

  Brow raised, I turned my head slightly. “Why’s that?”

  “’Cuz you’re sleeping here every night from now on.”

  Heat flushed my body—arousal and annoyance of being told what to do clashing in my mind. “What?”

  He smoothed a lock of crazy hair behind my ear. “You’re moving in with me.”

  I tilted my head, still not sure of how to feel about his declaration. “Since when?”

  “Since I said so.”

  “Is this when I’m supposed to act all submissive and say ‘Yes, Sir?’” my mouth spewed before I thought the words through.

  Fuck … the fire in his eyes. I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together.

  “Your Sir should take you over his knee for speaking to him like that.”

  Stifling silence swept in, ringing in my ears. Wetness seeped from my pussy, making it clear in my head what my body thought of his spanking me. But could my mind handle the controlled violence?

  I tore my gaze from his and lifted my coffee to my lips with a trembling hand. While he’d been somewhat rough while fucking me the night before, I’d been too wrapped up in my need to think beyond his cock pounding into me and my need to come.

  “Jasmine?” His voice had lost all trace of dominate alpha as he murmured my name. “Look at me.”

  His words didn’t hold a demand for obedience, but I turned all the same.

  “I won’t ever lay a hand on you like that unless you want me to.”

  “But you do think about it, don’t you?” I whispered, seeing the truth etched in his furrowed brow.

  “Yes.”

  A heavy sigh lifted my chest. “I … I want to be that for you, Micah, but I don’t know if I can. I said I’d be willing to try, but thinking about it when I’m not all hot and bothered…” I shrugged.

  “I know.” He toyed with a lock of my hair and let his hand fall limp on his lap, the coffee in his other hand seemingly forgotten. “I know.”

  God, the defeat in his voice twisted a knife in my stomach. My eyes stung, and I turned away.

  “Hey.” He gently grasped my chin and turned my head back around. “I’m okay with that. Honestly.”

  I stared at him as tears filled my eyes.

  “Don’t cry. Please.” He rubbed his thumb down my cheek. “I’ll gladly give up that lifestyle if it means I get to have you instead.”

  Gladly? I doubted it.

  He dipped his head, peering into my eyes. “Okay?”

  I made myself nod although I didn’t feel okay.

  A small smirk returned some of the light to his eyes. “How about a nice hot bath? That’ll help with the soreness.”

  “Sounds good,” I said, my voice low and scratchy.

  “I’ll draw the water for you.” Micah slid off the bed and walked away, his tight ass flexing.

  I might be enough for now, I told myself, taking another swallow of coffee, but he’ll grow bored with a vanilla sex life once the newness wears off.

  What the fuck was I even thinking—we hadn’t discussed a relationship. We hadn’t agreed to an exclusive anything. For all I knew, he could be fucking a different woman every other night. He owned an escort business for Christ’s sake.

  He’d called me his, but was that just part of the whole dominant side of him coming out while fucking?

  He’d also said I was moving in with him, but how long until he grew bored and told me to pack my shit and get out?

  Damaged goods … what man would want to deal with the shit baggage dragging along behind me?

  Goddammit. I clenched my
jaw and shut my eyes, fighting off tears. The fuck is wrong with me?

  I needed to get a grip so his too-intuitive gaze didn’t see the war tearing at my insides.

  Drawing in a deep breath, I counted to ten. Ten to one on the exhale. Twice more, and the threat of tears dissipated. Another two, and assurance I could face him filled me.

  I scooted off the bed, wincing. Good Lord Almighty…

  “Need me to carry you?”

  A huff of laughter blew past my lips, and I fought against the rush of emotions again. “Nah.” I grabbed my cover-up off of the floor and held it to my chest while sidling past him, intent on the bathroom.

  “I’ll bring you more coffee,” he said as I stepped over the threshold onto the cool tile.

  “Thanks, but I’ll wait.” I shut the door behind me and dropped the cover-up. Water poured from the spigot of his massive bathtub, steam rising in its wake.

  I groaned while lowering myself into the hot water. So good… A smile on my face, I lay back, closing my eyes. Easily twice the side of my parent’s tub. My toes didn’t even reach the other side.

  Perhaps I ought to take advantage of Micah’s offering for as long as he wanted to keep me around. He made coffee better than any barista, and his soft bed cradled my body like my old mattress at home didn’t. Never mind that every inch of his body was available for my enjoyment while I stayed under his roof.

  The thought of other women turned off the arousal stirring in my blood.

  We needed to have a little chat, one I didn’t know how to start, let alone what all needed to be said.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Micah

  Jasmine lounged in the tub long enough I started to worry. If not for the quiet splash of water here and there, I’d have gone in to check on her. She’d seemed to need some space, though, so I had to give it.

  I ran a hand over my jaw. Being unable to control a situation pissed me the hell off. She didn’t believe that I wanted her even if it meant no kink.

  “Goddammit.” I gathered my hair up and used the band around my wrist to hold it back in a messy man bun. Using a little too much force, I yanked the blankets on my bed back into place, fluffed the pillows, and tossed them back against the headboard.

  “Jasmine?” I called through the bathroom door.

  “Hmm?”

  “I left a t-shirt and shorts on the bed for you.”

  No fucking noise.

  “You hungry?” I asked.

  “Sure.”

  “French toast, eggs, pancakes…”

  “Whatever.” Her bland, uninterested tone didn’t help my mood.

  I stalked to the kitchen and decided on scrambled eggs since I got to whip the hell out of them. A little bacon, a little toast, and more coffee completed the meal.

  “Breakfast is ready!” I hollered, having no clue what the fuck she was doing. “And,” I muttered to myself, “I’m fucking starved so I’m not waiting for you.”

  I wiped out the eggs and ended up making more which sat and grew cold while I drank my third cup of coffee and watched sports talk radio on the TV.

  Jasmine finally made an appearance, but the food had gone cold. My cock stirred at the sight of her in my t-shirt hanging to the middle of her thighs and the pert breasts poking at the soft cotton.

  “Want me to nuke it?” I asked, ambling back into the kitchen, empty mug in hand.

  “Sure.” She sat at the bar without looking at me, and I caught a flash of bare, upper thigh.

  Of course my shorts would be too fucking big for her. The thought she might be panty-less sitting on the stool thickened me to full mast. Fucking cock didn’t remember that I wasn’t in the best of moods.

  The microwave dinged, and I retrieved her breakfast and stood on the opposite side of the island to hide my tented lounge pants, sliding the plate over to her. “How was the bath?”

  A small smile lifted her lips, untightening the knot in my gut the slightest bit. “Heavenly. Thank you.”

  “Hope you like scrambled eggs and bacon.”

  “Perfect.” She pushed around the fluffy yellow bits before spearing a bite. Her lips parted, and I stared as she put the eggs in her mouth.

  Fucking cock throbbed. I cleared my throat. “I texted Dina to see if she would mind getting you some clothes.”

  Her brow lifted, and she finally glanced up at me. Eyes wary, unsure, she quickly returned her attention to her plate. “Why’d you do that?”

  “Because I don’t want Billy anywhere near you.”

  “No piece of paper is going to stop him, and I can’t hide the rest of my life, Micah.”

  “I’d feel better if he didn’t know where you were at least.”

  She studied the piece of bacon in her hand, and tossed it onto her plate. “Look.” A heavy sigh lifted her breasts. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, and last night was fantastic, but—”

  “Don’t, Jasmine.”

  Pain filled her eyes when she finally lifted her head. “This isn’t going to work.”

  The fucking knife in my gut twisted. “Did I hurt you last night?”

  “No.”

  “Was it too much? Too soon?” I ran a hand over my head. “You seemed so comfortable, so sure of yourself, that I felt we’d made progress.”

  “I did.”

  I peered at her a few second in silence. “But we didn’t.”

  She tilted her head to the side, wetness coating her eyes. “What we, Micah? We have no commitment to each other. For all I know, you’re fucking women on the side, fulfilling that desire you have to dominate.”

  Anger lit, and I fought to keep my jaw from clenching. “There are no other women, Jasmine. You’re the only one. I want us.” I motioned between her and me. “This. You and me. Together.”

  “What is this?”

  “Surely you feel it,” I said, trying to read the emotion in her pale-green eyes. “Tell me you don’t feel that pull between us, that rightness when we’re together. I told you last night you belonged to me. Every inch, and you agreed.”

  Jasmine bit the inside of her lip.

  “Look at me.”

  “I can’t be the kind of partner you need.”

  I straightened. “I don’t need kink to be happy.”

  She peered up at me, offering a sad smile. “You say that now.”

  “I mean it.”

  “After all the women, all your sexual experiences, you honestly think you’ll be content with plain old vanilla sex?”

  “There’s nothing plain about the chemistry between us.”

  “I’ve never dated another man, so I wouldn’t know if it’s always like this—”

  “It isn’t.”

  “—but I agree there is something.”

  I wanted to drop to my knees and beg, but my cock still jutted out, and I wasn’t about to let her see what a horny fuck I was. “Please stick around. I won’t push. I won’t ask.”

  “But you’ll dream about it.”

  My lips pursed, and I nodded. “I won’t lie that the idea of taking you over my lap and marking your ass with my hand doesn’t turn me on.”

  She glanced away, shifting on the stool.

  “You’re afraid.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, glancing up at me again.

  “Do you trust me, Jasmine? Trust me not to hurt you?”

  “Yes.”

  Relief poured over me, and the corner of my lips rose. “Then let’s just take it one day at a time and see where things lead. I won’t press. Ever. But if you decide someday that you want to explore beyond vanilla, I’m willing.” I dipped my head down, my smile widening. “Whenever and wherever.”

  “You sure you’re up for dealing with damaged goods on a daily basis?”

  Chuckling, I rounded the island, and her gaze dropped to my tented lounge pants. “When it comes to you, Jasmine, I’ll always be up.” She giggled, and I cupped her cheek in my palm. “I’m falling for you. Hard. I can’t even remember what life was li
ke before I walked into the office and saw you three months ago.”

  Her eyes filled with tears again. “Same for me.”

  I leaned down and kissed her, slow and tender. She wound her fingers in my hair, tugging on the band and sighing into my mouth.

  The fucking doorbell rang.

  “Fuck,” I growled, squeezing my cock and backing away. “Bad fucking timing.”

  Jasmine hopped off the stool and followed me toward the front door.

  I glanced out the window. “It’s Dina.”

  “I’ll get it.” She motioned me toward the bedroom. “You go … take care of that.”

  “I’d rather if you did,” I muttered.

  Another giggle burst from her. “Later.”

  My brow rose. “Promise?”

  She rolled her eyes and shoved me toward the bedroom. “Promise. Now, get out of here. I don’t want my sister ogling the goods.”

  Chuckling, I turned, giving her some privacy to chat with her sister, and me time to calm my cock the fuck down.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jasmine

  “Well.” Dina’s brows rose as she took in my messy hair and the t-shirt covering me to mid-thigh. “You look like you were ridden hard and put to bed wet.”

  Heat flooded my face, and I stepped back.

  “Any good?” she murmured, passing me and scanning the living room.

  “Ten times better than I imagined it would be.”

  She dropped the two trash bags she’d carried in, and turned to face me, her scrutiny shifting my feet. “How are you?”

  I struggled for words to explain the happiness and lingering wariness, but settled on a single word. “Great.”

  “Are you?”

  “Yes, Dina.” I smiled. “Honestly.”

  She nodded and glanced around again. “Where is he?”

  “Getting dressed.”

  Her brows shot up again as she glanced down once more at his t-shirt and my bare breasts jutting out at her. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

  I bit the inside of my lip to keep from giggling.

  “Never mind.” She waved her hand. “Forget I said anything.”

  “Want some coffee?” I asked, moving around her toward the kitchen.