WhereDangerHides

by Desiree Holt

  He watched her convulse, her body jerking on the bed, tears of intense passion running down her cheeks, screams ripping from her throat. He could feel the semen building in his testicles, his sac heavy against his thighs, the muscles at the base of his spine tensing.

  I want her to scream like that when my cock’s inside her.

  Shut up, Noah. Don’t borrow trouble.

  He had to have her. Now. When her orgasm was still convulsing her and the pressure and fullness would be easier for her.

  Sliding the wand from her ass, he squeezed the lubricant onto his hand and slicked his cock with it. Spreading open her still heated buttocks, he pressed the tip of his penis against the tempting rosette. The sphincter resisted at first but he pushed relentlessly forward until the muscle released and he was inside. The dark heat of her rectum surrounded him and he had to clench his jaw to keep from coming at once.

  “Does that feel good, little girl?” he rasped, his hips beginning a slow back and forth movement, his hands holding her hips in place.

  Her orgasm had slowed but as his cock moved within her he could feel the ripples begin again and the muscles in her belly clenching at the tips of his fingers. The tendons in his arms corded as he moved her back and forth on his cock until she began to accept the rhythm herself. She was making low animal sounds in her throat as she pushed down on him, her thighs quivering.

  He felt his testicles draw up and the tension in his spine increase. The climax ripped up from the deepest part of his body like a storm hurtling through his veins. He shook with the force of it, a loud shout escaping his lips. As his seed shot from his cock into her hot, dark tunnel, he threw back his head and pumped for all he was worth. The more his semen splashed into her, the harder she convulsed around him, milking him of every drop until he was sure there would be no fluid of any kind left in his body.

  At last, completely spent, he withdrew from her. Managing enough strength to release her restraints and remove the nipple clamps, he gave into impulse, turned her over and cradled her against him as he fell onto his side. He wasn’t sure whose heart beat more furiously, only that they thundered against each other like jungle drums in syncopated cadence. Taylor lay boneless in his arms, a mass of liquid muscle.

  I want to keep her.

  Well, that was a dumbass thing to be thinking. He should be putting miles of emotional distance between them, not thinking about how to break down barriers. He knew how disastrous that could be. Had been. Would always be.

  It seemed forever before he could catch his breath to speak and then he wasn’t sure what to say. “I was rough with you,” he finally managed, knowing he had been.

  “It’s all right.” Her voice was slurred. “I needed it. At least it reassured me I was still alive.”

  “Yes, well, I could have found other ways if I’d thought about it.”

  But I didn’t want any other way. I wanted exactly what we did. And more. What the hell am I going to do?

  “She leaned into the wall of his chest, her small hand pressed against his skin. “But I didn’t want any other way. Remember? Besides, you said you’d planned this before…the other thing happened.” She yawned hugely. “Right now I just want to go to sleep.”

  He forced himself up from the bed, taking her with him. “Shower first.”

  “Oh God, Noah, don’t make me move.”

  “You’ll be glad of it afterward. Those muscles will be plenty sore without it. Come on.”

  He carried her into the small bathroom, stood her in the shower with him and turned the water on as hot as she could stand it. She was so boneless he simply leaned her against the shower wall and went about lathering every inch of her body inside and out. He made sure to massage her swollen nipples and the lips of her cunt, knowing even with that she’d be damn sore the next day. Well, at least when this was over she’d have something to remember him by.

  And would she? Remember him when he walked away? He was torn between wanting her to crave him and hoping she’d forget him.

  Finally they were both washed and dried with the big towels he stocked. After he used the small hand dryer he kept there he carried her back to the bed and tucked her into the covers. When he slid in beside her, he pulled her against him, molding his body to hers. This was the first time they’d actually slept together and it was something else he wasn’t sure was such a good idea.

  He brushed her hair away from her temples and rested his chin on the top of her head.

  “Noah?”

  “Mm hmm.”

  “Thank you. I think I can sleep now without dreaming.”

  But she didn’t. Sometime in the early hours of the morning she woke up screaming, brushing furiously at her back to wipe away the thick feeling of the blood that had clung to her. Raw shrieks ripped from her throat, bouncing off the walls of the room. She thrashed against the arms holding her, pushing and shoving to get free.

  “Taylor.” A hard familiar voice. “Taylor, it’s all right.”

  “Let go of me,” she shouted. “Let go.”

  “Taylor, it’s me.”

  Strong arms circled her tightly, holding her against a warm hard body, a voice murmuring soothing words to her. The familiar sound of it cut into the nightmare and she opened her eyes to stare into Noah’s dark ones.

  “What happened?” She shook her head, trying to focus her addled brain. She realized Noah was holding her close to him and stroking her back and she had no desire to move.

  “You had a nightmare. I’m not surprised. I thought you were a little tightly wound after everything that happened.”

  “I’m sorry.” She was embarrassed and tried to turn her face away from him.

  He gripped her chin, turning it toward him. “Taylor, you had a something pretty bad happen tonight, one that I’m sure is well outside the realm of your experience. I’m surprised you didn’t crack before this.”

  She started to tell him she had no intention of cracking but her bruised mind and abused body had simply reached the tipping point. The first tears trickled from behind her eyelashes and in seconds a cascade was washing down her cheeks. Great sobs shook her and she pounded her hands against Noah’s chest, cursing and wailing and damning the people hunting her. She cried until her body felt empty.

  The erotic sex had reached down to where she’d pinched her emotions in a tight ball, hiding from the horror of the shooting and brought forth enough tears to wash it all away. Her heart still hurt for Charlie and her guilt wouldn’t go away for a long time but at least she could begin to deal with it.

  She gave a little embarrassed laugh when she finally realized they were sitting in bed completely naked and she’d just had a rampant case of hysterics. She swiped at her cheeks with the palms of her hands. Noah took a corner of the sheet and mopped her face, brushing her hair off her forehead and tucking it behind her ears.

  “I’m sorry.” She struggled to steady her breathing and regain some semblance of control. “I’ve drenched you and made a fool of myself.”

  He tipped up her chin again. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t have a reaction.”

  She pulled in another deep breath. “I just couldn’t get rid of the feel of Charlie’s body falling against me and his blood covering my back. And the realization that if I hadn’t bent over when I did it would be me lying there. And most probably dead.”

  His fingers bit into her arms. “No thanks to me. But I can promise you this is the last mistake I’m making.”

  “I didn’t mean to imply…”

  “I know. But I did. And I’m taking care of it.” He got out of bed, unconcerned about his nakedness and poured her another drink. “Here. I’m not trying to make an alcoholic out of you but you need to settle your nerves again so you can go back to sleep.”

  She took the glass without protest and sipped at it. Words whirled around in her brain and she tried to put them together in a proper coherent sentence. “Noah, about tonight.”

  His face tightened. “You don�
�t need to say anything. I crossed a line I shouldn’t have. It won’t happen again.”

  “Damn it.” She took a healthy swallow of the drink, trying not to choke on it. “I was the one who asked for this. Begged for it, if you remember. Isn’t this what you told me I’d run from? Be scared of?” She drank from the glass again too angry to pay attention to how much she was drinking. “Well, guess what, Noah Cantrell. I’m not scared at all.”

  Much. Only it’s not you I’m scared of. It’s me and the door you unlocked in my brain.

  “Taylor,” he began.

  “Don’t Taylor me. You had this in mind all along, remember? And tonight I wanted it. Demanded it. I needed this, don’t you understand?” She threw back the sheet and strode to the counter, ignoring her own nudity and refilled the glass. “And here’s another shocker for you.” She thrust out her jaw. “I want more. Do you hear me, Noah? Am I clear?”

  Taylor couldn’t believe she was saying this. She knew she was raving but she couldn’t help herself. Her mind was a bubbling mass of emotions and his words and attitude were waving at her like a red flag.

  Noah strode to her from the bed and took the glass from her hand. “I think you’ve had enough of this for tonight.”

  “Not by half.” She reached around him and took it back, deliberately taking a big gulp. She gritted her teeth against the burning sensation in her throat and blinked against the tears in her eyes.

  He grabbed it back and tossed what was left into the sink. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

  “Oh, really.” She stood in front of him, naked, hands on hips, fire raging inside her. “Well, maybe I do, or maybe I don’t care.”

  He grabbed her shoulders so hard she winced. His voice was like ice.

  “Whatever you want from me, Taylor, I don’t have it to give. I told you that before. We have no future together and the situation just keeps getting worse. If I hadn’t made a promise to Josiah I’d walk away right now. But you can be damn sure as soon as this is done I’ll be gone.”

  The rage inside her was suddenly overridden by something else, something that churned her insides and gave her a desperate feeling. “Fine. Walk away. But in the meantime aren’t you the one who said you couldn’t keep your hands off me? That all you wanted to do was fuck me? Well, go ahead. That’s what I want too. The harder and raunchier, the better.”

  Her hands were clenched into tight fists and her breath rasped from her throat. When she met his eyes they were like twin lasers burning into hers. Leaning forward she brushed her nipples against his chest. Unclenching one hand she closed it around his jutting cock.

  His breath hissed out between his teeth. “Jesus Christ, Taylor.”

  Fueled by rage, alcohol and the lingering effects of the shooting, she knelt on the floor in front of him, her fingers circling his rigid cock and took him in her mouth. Her tongue teased at the slit as she moved her lips over him, then stroked the silken sides covering the steel shaft. One hand reached down to cup his testicles lying heavy against his thighs, fingernails raking lightly over the downy hair on the skin.

  Noah jerked, his hands fisting in her hair as he tried to drag her away from him. She shook her head furiously and sucked him even deeper, her lips stretched wide over the broad expanse of his penis. The harder he tugged on her the harder she sucked, until in self-preservation he finally gave up and just guided her head. His skin was slick now with her saliva and his testicles hardened in her hand. When she reached underneath them and scraped a fingernail across the tightness of his anus he jerked again and swore.

  “Christ, Taylor, do you even know what you’re doing to me?”

  She slipped her mouth off his engorged cock, licked the tip and looked up at him. “I guess some things just come naturally to me.” Then she bent to her task again, one hand stroking up and down as her mouth tried to draw everything from him, the other teasing at his ass and his balls.

  His breathing grew ragged and in the wet heat of her mouth she felt him grow impossibly harder. When she gently squeezed his balls again he ripped her head away from him.

  “All right, God damn it. But if I’m going to come, it’ll be in that soft cunt that’s been worked so hard tonight. It should be good and swollen and fit me like a tight glove.”

  He picked her up and carried her back to the bed, a lethal combination of lust and anger glowing in his eyes. Before she could catch her breath he had a condom rolled onto his cock and was kneeling between her legs.

  “You asked for it, little girl. Okay. If this is what you want, this is what you get.”

  He spread her thighs wide, bending her legs bent back so far her knees were almost to her chest. He bent to run his tongue in one liquid swipe the length of her cleft from her anus to her clit. Then he was poised at the entrance to her eager vagina, one hand wrapped around his penis as he pressed against her tender opening.

  She felt the head breach the aching flesh and then with a heavy thrust he was inside her, the head touching her womb. She screamed at the intrusion into her abused flesh but Noah was merciless. He pounded her, shoving her legs even harder against her, sweat dripping from his brow, his eyes wild. One hand tugged and pulled at her clit that was so sensitive just the lightest touch nearly brought her off the bed.

  Taylor could find only one thought in her head as she watched Noah’s muscles tighten and his hair flying wild about his shoulders. This was the first time she had ever seen the warrior’s famous control snap.

  Then the time for thinking disappeared. Noah was riding her and riding her, his enormous cock thundering into her impossibly tight sheath. She gripped the sheet with her fists, trying to keep up with him, stunned at the orgasm that was building rapidly inside her. When he leaned down and shoved two fingers into her rectum she screamed at the intrusion. But then his body went rigid and his cock began pulsing heavily in her hot channel.

  Hardly believing it possible, as low guttural shouts tore from his throat she came apart, flying, every part of her body shaking as the spasms rocketed through her. Cream that she didn’t even know she still had, drenched Noah’s penis, the liquid pooling inside her around the thick shaft stretching her to impossible limits.

  As her own breathing slowed and her heart rate began to settle down, she watched Noah through heavy-lidded eyes. Bracing himself on her knees, he slid from her cunt and stripped off the condom. The mask was backing place. He backed off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

  “Go to sleep, Taylor,” he threw over his shoulder. “You’ll need your rest. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a busy day.”

  Taylor felt a cold knot settle into the pit of her stomach, fingers of despair reaching into every corner of her heart. Along with dissolving all her inhibitions and introducing her to the most intense sexual pleasure, he’d lodged himself inside her emotionally as well as physically. She’d had the misguided hope despite Noah’s protestations that tonight might have been the start of something for them but his attitude just now made it very clear. He’d fuck her any time, any way, a hundred different ways but that’s all she was to him. That and a responsibility. She’d take care of that as soon as she could and get Noah Cantrell completely out of her life.

  * * * * *

  Taylor woke to sunlight streaming in through the large picture window and the murmur of Noah’s voice. Prying open her eyes, she saw him standing in the kitchen holding a coffee mug and satellite phone. He had pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that showed every line of his body and his thick hair was still wet from the shower.

  Brushing her hair out of her eyes she sat up in bed, trying to ignore the protest of sore and aching muscles.

  Every detail of the previous night flooded Taylor’s brain with painful clarity. A shiver skittered along her spine at the memory of everything they’d done, the uncontrollable responses of her body as if it belonged to someone else. Noah had warned her he would give her a hard ride and he hadn’t been wrong. She shivered remembering the sobbing s
ound of her voice as she begged him to give her an orgasm, the desperate need of her body as he teased it endlessly, the feel of his thick cock in her rectum which even now felt stretched and sore.

  Was this who the real Taylor Scott was? A hedonistic wanton who willingly gave her body to a man who cared nothing for her as a person? Who now craved the shattering orgasms he brought her and demanded even more exploration into the dark side of her fantasies?

  Damn him anyway. And damn Josiah for setting him on me.

  Noah shifted his eyes to her, the only movement in his impassive face. “I’ll get right back to you,” he said softly into the phone. He hung up, walked over to the bed and handed the phone to Taylor. “John wants you to call him. I’ll get you some coffee.”

  “Thank you.” Taylor took the phone and punched in the number of the ranch.

  “Oh my God, Taylor, are you all right?” Jocelyn’s breathless voice greeted her.

  “Yes. I’m fine. Thank you. And praying for Charlie’s recovery.”

  “We are too. Not to worry about the ranch. The security’s been beefed up and everyone’s riding armed.” Her voice had a slight strain to it. “When you find these people I might shoot them myself.”

  Taylor had to chuckle at the thought of the impeccable Jocelyn shooting anyone. “Can you get John on the phone for me?”

  “Right away. He’s anxious to speak to you.”

  John Martino reported his findings in his usual even voice but Taylor heard the underlying excitement and when he finished she understood why. The more he talked, the tighter the knot in her stomach grew. At last, promising to get back to him shortly and urging him to keep following the paper trail, she disconnected the call and leaned back against the pillows.

  Disaster was the only word that came to her mind.

  “Not good,” Noah guessed, watching her face.