Personal Protection

by Leah Braemel

  Of course there was some chance that someone on the ground had seen him and called the police to report a burglary in progress or a possible suicide. And there was still a chance Kris might come in, guns blazing. Or Kris had taken over the bedroom Rosie had first used and he’d find himself in the middle of a knock-down drag out. But he wasn’t about to let little Miss Rosalinda Ramos slip away.

  He paused outside the door to the bedroom she’d used before she’d moved in with him. The drapes had been drawn but there was only a glimmer of light leaking from the centre. Either she’d left the door open to the living room and was sitting out in the living room with Scott and Kris or she was already in bed. The image of her lying in bed, her hair tumbling over a pillow, or better yet draping over his chest, her lips slightly parted as she breathed, had his cock hardening.

  Praying she wouldn’t scream bloody murder when he entered—well, at least not when he entered the room, he thought with a grin—he slowly turned the latch. Locked. Good thing he’d brought his cell phone along with his lock-picking set. After ensuring Scott had taken down the security system for 1202, he set to work. It took him a few minutes before the lock clicked open.

  To his disappointment, the bed was empty. But the bathroom light spilled down the hall and he heard a shower running and a woman muttering in Spanish. Even though she was cursing him, the sultry alto voice sent shivers down his spine and made his balls draw closer to his body. He shucked off his T-shirt and stepped out of his cargo pants. He reached down and grabbed a condom, then tossed his pants on a chair before he opened the bathroom door.

  Chapter Twenty

  Rosie dug her fingers into her scalp as she spread the shampoo through her hair. The showerheads surrounding her pounded her skin in an erotic caress—reminding her of just what she’d abandoned.

  The last weeks had opened her eyes about her own sensuality, her own needs. She’d never be able to settle for the type of lover she’d had before. But would she find another lover who could bring her such satisfaction, such body-wracking orgasms, as Sam Watson?

  She’d have to. She leaned her forehead against the cool tile. Even if she discovered that bitch Lee-Anne was lying about the threesome—but why would the woman lie about something like that? What would she gain?—she couldn’t ignore that Sam had kept secrets from her.

  A trickle of soap slid down her forehead and stung her eyes. Scrunching her eyes shut, she held her face up to one of the showerheads.

  As she did, a hand clamped around her mouth and a large hard body pressed against her back, a warm steel rod sliding over the crack of her ass.

  “Ssssh, don’t be frightened, Rosebud. It’s just me.”

  Once he dropped his hand from her mouth, she twisted, attempting to ignore his erection jutting into her ass but was unable to break his hold on her.

  Arrogante desgraciado! “Let me go.”

  “Well, see, if I let you go, I’m willin’ to bet you’d knee me in the crotch, and then I wouldn’t get a chance to talk to you now, would I?”

  He was like a pitbull with his teeth buried deep in her heart, refusing to let go as he tore it to shreds.

  How had he managed to get in anyway? She’d locked her bedroom door, and the door to the balcony was similarly locked and the security system activated. Besides they were twelve stories up, it’s not like he’d climbed the ledge between the two suites.

  Somebody—Kris or Scott—must have let him in, the traitors. She could just picture him casually strolling past the guys, giving them a “hey how are you” good ol’ boy smile—or worse, the I’m-about-to-get-me-some smile—while he walked into her bedroom as if it was an everyday occurrence.

  Sighing, she slapped a hand against the tile and leaned away as far as he’d let her. The movement drew her gaze to their reflection in the mirror. He was buck naked, the soap from her hair sluicing over the rippling muscles of his chest, catching on the thick dark hair at the base of his…oh, man. All she could think of when she saw that thick shaft with its dusky head was how she wanted to go down on her knees and kiss it. Suck it the way she had in his shower just a couple hours ago… Oh, crap and a half! What type of woman was willing to go down on her knees for a cheating, lying scum like him?

  She forced her eyes from the reflection of his cock and back to the white tile in front of her. “Go back to your place, Sam. We’ve got nothing left to say.”

  “Nope.” He released her, but before she could move he planted his arms on either side of her, trapping her. “I’m not letting you get away from me until you’ve given me a fair hearing.”

  “Sam, I’m tired. I don’t want to discuss this anymore.”

  “All right,” he said. “I can think of somethin’ else to do then.” He picked up the bar of soap she’d been using and worked up a lather.

  “Sam—I don’t…I can’t…”

  His soap-covered hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs whisking over her nipples. She forced herself to grab his arms to stop him. If she didn’t, she’d find herself giving in to him, letting him press her against the wall as he took her where she stood. Which was exactly what her betraying body wanted.

  All her objections scrambled and fled when he sought out the juncture between her thighs and one long finger tickled and teased her clit, never quite touching it. He dipped his head and suckled one of her breasts, his teeth nipping at the hardened bud. Pleasure mixed with pain streaked from her breast to her pussy where his fingers continued their assault.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

  Unable to say no, yet unable to verbally agree, she gave herself over to the sensations building deep within her. One finger, then another breached her, his thumb taking over the delicious torture outside. He drove her up until every muscle quivered with the need to release. But her brain was spinning too hard, processing Lee-Anne’s proclamation along with Sam’s penchant for domination and that butt plug he’d produced earlier.

  “Come for me, baby. Let yourself go.”

  “I c-c-can’t.” She shook her head and opened her eyes to see a determined look on his face. He removed his hand from within her and lifted one of her legs behind the knee, pressing the head of his cock to her entrance. The bastard had already donned a condom, he was so frickin’ sure of himself and her acquiescence.

  “Do you want this inside you instead?”

  Damn him! She should say no, but obviously her brain had no control over her mouth because she heard herself saying, “Yes.”

  He drove into her, trapping her between the cool tile and the warmth of his body.

  Words tumbled from her lips, curses that changed to benedictions as the sensitive tissues of her pussy stretched then clamped around him, embracing him, milking him. His cock slid out until only his head remained inside her, then rammed deep until she swore she could feel him up as far as her belly button. Once. Twice.

  On the third stroke, she shattered.

  Her thighs and calf muscles shook when she finally lowered her legs to the shower stall floor. As if he sensed her exhaustion, Sam slipped a hand behind her knees and lifted her. He carried her from the shower. “Grab a towel, will you?”

  He set her on the counter between the two sinks, and rested her against him while he wrapped her in thick terry towel she’d captured from the heated rack. Though she tried to protest that she needed to dry her hair properly, he grabbed another towel and rubbed it over her hair. Then he picked her up again and carried her into the bedroom.

  “I didn’t come in here to do this, you know?” he said as he lowered her onto the king-sized bed. After settling her in the middle, he slipped in beside her and pulled the covers over them both. “I meant when I said we need to talk. But then I saw you in the shower and… I did tell you how crazy you make me, didn’t I?”

  He tried to wrap an arm about her waist and pull her toward him but she pulled away and made a show of fluffing up the pillow as far away as she could get. She smoothed the
covers over her, even tucked them in around her body as if they could offer her protection.

  “You never did tell me how you got in here. And why are you here? I thought I’d made myself perfectly clear in the limo that we’re through.”

  “I came in through the balcony.”

  She closed her jaw that had dropped open. “Are you insane?”

  “It was pretty cool, actually. You know some women would be swept off their feet that a guy would put themselves in danger like that for them.”

  “And the rest of us would be calling the police to report an intruder.” She couldn’t decide which group she was in yet. “You’re wasting your time, Sam. There’s nothing left to say. I’ll stay as your operative until Chad can assign someone else, but no more sex.”

  Way to stand up to him on that one, Rosalinda. Say no after you’ve fucked him.

  “I’m not prepared to just walk away from what we’ve got, Rosie.”

  Why was it so hard to believe him? Oh, yeah. Because Lee-Anne had taunted her about how Sam would be fucking her on the weekend. “Lee-Anne told me about your club, Sam. I know about the orgies and the racks and the floggers and the bull whips.”

  “Damn it, Thalia was right.” She had a feeling she wasn’t supposed to hear that part. “All right, I’ll take you to the club tomorrow morning, so you can see for yourself that it’s not as bad as you think.”

  “Not as bad as I think? It’s a sex club, Sam.”

  “I seem to remember you tellin’ me about how you and your high school sweetheart made out on the Staten Island Ferry. That’s called exhibitionism. I saw that little vibrator you’ve got stuck in your suitcase. That’s called auto-eroticism. Don’t even try to tell me you weren’t turned on when you were blindfolded and bound because my dick told me otherwise. And shall we discuss your penchant for fellatio?”

  “I don’t care if someone likes sex where people might see them. I understand the thrill factor in that.” It was the ménage part that she didn’t care for, not if the partners had agreed there’d be no others in the relationship. “This isn’t about what goes on at the club, Sam. It’s about how you didn’t tell me about your membership in the club in the first place. That you deliberately withheld information that as team leader, I should have had in order to properly protect you. As I said in the car, it’s about your lack of respect for my job.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it was a viable lead. Club members are given a thorough background check as well as a psychological examination. I think you’re a great team leader. I wasn’t trying to disparage you that way, Rosie. Honest.”

  The wind deflated from her sails and she sagged back against the pillows, chewing her thumbnail. Despite her argument that it wasn’t about what went on at the club, if she was honest with herself, it was a deal breaker. She wasn’t one who could share someone she loved, share Sam, with another woman. Oh, crap, she loved him. How had that happened? And when?

  She groaned. “Oh, God, Chad’s a member too, isn’t he? Lee-Anne said you were the premiere partner in threesomes. Please tell me you wouldn’t have expected me to do him too.”

  Anger flared in the back of his eyes. “I could never share you with another man, Rosebud.”

  “Oh, I see. I’m not allowed to be with anyone else, but you can fuck whoever you want.”

  “What? I’ve n—”

  “You said that as long as you were with me there were no others for either of us.” She threw her hands into the air then grabbed the comforter before it slipped off her breasts. Suddenly she felt incredibly naked, incredibly vulnerable. “But what did you mean? As long I’m…what? In the same room? In the same building? Did you mean that as soon as I wasn’t around, you could fuck whoever else gave you a boner? Do I need to go down to the clinic for an STD test?”

  “I’d never cheat on you, Rosie. I haven’t been to the club since we’ve been together, and if I do go again it’ll be with you. And what’s all this talk about me cheating on you? You of all people should know that I haven’t been with anyone else. Either you, Andy, Scott or Kris have been with me every minute of the day.”

  “Lee-Anne told me all about your little threesome as part of her fiancé’s initiation ritual. The two of you are going to fuck her at the same time in front of everyone, aren’t you?”

  His jaw locked together, Sam exhaled through his teeth. “Good investigative technique you’ve got there, sugar. Guilty until proven innocent. But thank you very much for believing that bimbo before askin’ me. And no, I wasn’t planning on being part of her plans. Ever.”

  Kicking the covers aside, he swung from the bed and paced. “Lee-Anne is a lying, scheming, social-climbing, cold-hearted, class-A b—”. He stopped mid-stride and looked up, comprehension spreading over his face, blossoming into a wide grin. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it? It’s not about the Rouge or me keeping secrets from you. It’s not about your job or the stalker at all. You’re jealous.”

  Rosie’s jaw dropped. “Jealous? Of all the arrogant, self-serv—”

  “Honey, whenever you think about that bitch, your eyes turn bright green.”

  “I am not jealous.” Damn it, then why had she felt like pulling out her Glock and capping Lee-Anne right there in the middle of the party?

  Sam’s grin broadened. “Yeah, you are. That’s why you’re so pissed off.” He leaned over the bed and touched his forefinger to her nose. “You, Rosalinda Maria Ramos, are jealous. It’s driving you nuts thinking that I might sleep with someone else.”

  Damn it, he was right. When had she become such a possessive bitch? “It’s not jealousy, Sam. It’s disappointment. I trusted you. You gave me your word that while we were together it would just be us.”

  “Oh, baby. I don’t know whether to turn you over my knee and spank you for not believing me or to get angry with you for not trusting me. But Lee-Anne Bennett lied to you. I am not going to the club on Saturday. I cancelled out weeks ago—you can check with Chad or Thalia, or even Cooper if you doubt me.”

  Intending to do just that, Rosie leaned back against the pillows. “Okay. Let’s say Lee-Anne is lying. I’m not saying she is, but if she is, there’s still the matter about your involvement with the club. Is it true that ménages are an accepted part of a member’s initiation. Or was she lying about that too?”

  He shook his head slowly as if trying to determine where she’d attack. “No-o, pretty much anything goes on initiation night as long as all the participants agree.”

  “So these women—the ones at the party tonight were members, right?—do they have sex with anyone they want? Anywhere they want? Or do you guys order them who to do claiming you’re their masters?” Do they parade around naked and shove their tits in your face? Do they wrap themselves around you like that Tawny woman who draped herself around Kris tonight? How could she ever measure up to such surgical perfection? And yet the idea of the club wasn’t as appalling as she’d first thought. As long as there were no other women in the club that looked like Tawny or Mandy.

  “Ah.” The mattress dipped when he resumed his place beside her. “You think I might be tempted by one of them?”

  Hell yes. Even I found some of them attractive. “It’s a reasonable concern.”

  He unclenched her fingers from the comforter and twined them with his. “I have not—” he lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, “—am not—” he kissed the inside of her wrist, “—and will not be with any other woman as long as you’re in my life.”

  With a quick move, he tugged her until she lay on top of him. His hands cupping her behind, he leaned up and kissed the tip of her nose. “I will never cheat on you, Rosie. I promise.”

  She straddled him and sat up, feeling his cock twitch against her behind. “If I do find you’ve ever cheated on me, Samuel James Watson, I’ll cut off your dick and…and…”

  Sam snorted. “And what? Feed it to the lions at the zoo? Why not? Since Kris’ll be tossing
them my balls as a snack. That’s what he threatened me with that first night you ran out of here and he and Scott were in the hall. Besides, Scott’s already promised to shove my dick down my throat if I hurt you.”

  “Really? That’s so sweet.” She allowed herself a private grin. Looked like both Kris and Scott needed to get a big thank you. Maybe she could set one of them up on a date with Sandy.

  “So are we good?” He arched his hips, his erection bumping into her ass. “’Cause I was thinking maybe it was time for some make-up sex.”

  She wiggled against him to add to his torment, and hers, but shook her head. “Not yet. I still have a few questions for you.”

  “Dang.” He heaved a long suffering sigh. “All right, ask away.”

  “I guess my main question is why you hadn’t told me about the club before? I mean, you had to know I would have heard something at the party tonight.”

  He shrugged “Never came up. I haven’t been there in a while, and I wasn’t planning on taking you there any time soon.”

  She let his evasion slide—maybe taking her there was one of those Freudian things that he’d avoided telling her but knew she’d find out…it was all too complicated. “If I do go to this place, would you expect me to have sex with you out in full view of everyone? Or with another guy at the same time as you?” Damn it, there had to be something wrong with her to be so intrigued by the idea. She thought back to the party, and all the leather pants and…Tawny’s collar, and Sam’s joke about not needing collars and leashes to get him hard. “You’re not going to expect me to parade around on a leash like a dog, are you? Because I have to tell you, I’m not willing to debase myself like that.”

  “The Rouge isn’t strictly for Dominants and subs,” he explained patiently. “It can be whatever a member wants it to be. Yes, you’ll see submissives being led around on a leash by their Dominant. Yes, you’ll see public displays of sex, oral and otherwise. But some couples just use it as a way to get away from the kids, the in-laws, you know? They keep what goes on between them behind closed doors.