Reignite (Curvy Seduction Saga Book 3)

by Aidy Award

  He growled low in his chest before smashing his lips to mine and pressing the rocket in his pocket right where he knew I needed him.

  It wasn’t like I didn’t want him with every tiny shred of my soul, and Dios Mio, I loved when he went all alpha-Dom on me, but this wasn’t about a power exchange. This was something else, like Gray taking and controlling not because we both wanted that, but because he didn’t fully believe in who I’d become and what I could do. That he once again had to protect me.

  I was woman. Hear me roar, or moan, or scream, or whatever the hell I wanted to.

  I needed to find out what was driving this overprotective instinct into high gear or our relationship was in serious trouble.

  Change of Plans

  I had one tried and true way to get information out of Gray. Tie him up and ride him like a cowgirl at the kinky rodeo. But we were in a parking lot. I improvised.

  “Take me home, Gray. I’ve got plans for you.”

  He grabbed my hand and practically dragged to the car. “Those plans better include my hand turning your ass every shade of pink and red.”

  This time I pushed him, because he let me, up against the car and plastered myself to his body. I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it.

  This wasn’t submission, from either of us. I didn’t take charge like this when it came to sex between us.

  I’d used my submission to soothe him for months. Time to try a different tactic.

  Gray’s eyes went from dark and stormy to black as night. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  The parking lot wasn’t particularly exposed, but we were in the open. Anyone could see us, catch us, and that made it all more exciting. Gray might have had his hands in my pussy early, but he’d been able to control who saw or heard what he wanted them to. He wouldn’t be able to do that here.

  It made us both vulnerable, which would hopefully show him that I could take care of myself and that he didn’t have to. If I could show him that, then maybe he’d get back to that place of trust we’d found in Austin and open up to me about these new fears driving him.

  “I’m taking what’s mine.” I slid down his body, opened his pants and took him into my mouth before he could protest. Before I lost the control back to him.

  “Jesus, Angel.” He shoved his hand into my hair, fisting it. “What are you fucking doing to me?”

  His voice made the words into a frustrated plea.

  Making sure you know you’re mine as much as I am yours. Trust me, querida.

  I sucked him deep, to the back of my throat, and then swirled my tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock, pushing him in and out of my mouth.

  He groaned and gripped my hair tighter, holding my head in place as he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth, pushing against my throat. “Damn it, your mouth feels too damn good.”

  Gray yanked himself away from me and hauled me back to my feet. “Get in the car, now.”

  Yes. I’d hit his breaking point. If I pushed that tiny bit further we’d get to that place between domination and submission where we could exist on a level playing field. Where Gray could be open and vulnerable with me.

  But if I pushed too far, he'd lash back into that need for total control. It was a risk I’d take. I reached for his cock, stroked him once, circling the head with my thumb. “Make me, my love.”

  I mentally held my breath to see which way this would go.

  He grinned and I thought I’d won. Then he ripped the car door open, pushed my head inside and onto the supple leather. He grabbed my hips, holding my lower half upright, my ass in the air. “I’ll make you do that and everything and anything else I want or need, naughty minx.”

  He tugged my skirt up until the night air cooled my hot skin. He smacked my ass, three times on each cheek. “I told you I’d spank your ass for your antics.”

  The burn across my skin added to the fiery desire already alight inside of me. I still wriggled to get away. In one fell swoop, I’d lost any chance of getting Gray to open up. Cojeme.

  I should have waited until we got home. My gamble hadn’t paid off and now Gray would take back all his control and more with a vengeance.

  Not that I’d complain about the four thousand orgasms I was pretty sure he was going to force out of me. I would have to try my plan again later. No way was I giving up. I was simply giving him this battle to win the war later. I hoped.

  He held me still and spanked my ass again, hard and fast. “That’s for trying to top me from the bottom.”

  Then his fingers danced over the burn in feather light touches sending a waterfall of tingles through my nerve endings.

  “And this is for exposing us in an uncontrolled environment where I can’t protect you.” He landed one final hard smack that hurt more than I expected.

  “Ow, Gray.”

  “This punishment has only begun, unless you’re using your safeword.”

  Was I? No way. We were nowhere near being outside my comfort zone or crossing any boundaries. My ego, was all that hurt.

  I needed to know what was going on inside Gray’s head. But maybe not as much as he needed to know we were safe.

  I’d let him take that control back for now. My submission to him worked to make him relax every time, even if only for a little while. I had the rest of the night to try again. No rest for the wicked.

  “No, I’m not using my safeword.”

  “Good, because I need to fuck you badly enough right now that if you were, you’d have to drive yourself home, because I’d be walking off this fucking hard-on.”

  I knew what he needed as much as he knew what I needed. That’s why we worked. “Fuck me. Gray. Right, here, right now. Make me yours once again.”

  “You’re always mine.” He thrust his fingers into my wet pussy, drawing the juices out and pulling them up to my anus. “Every part of you is mine.”

  He pushed his wet fingers, one and then two, past the tight ring of muscles. “This is my ass for the taking, Angel. Just as this is my tight cunt too.”

  He thrust into my pussy, to the hilt, one long stroke. He fucked my ass with his fingers and my pussy with his cock, back and forth, thrust for thrust.

  “Say you’re mine, Angelina. Say it so the whole world knows.”

  “I’m yours, Gray. I’m yours.”

  He hissed in a breath and double his pace. “Yes, Angel. Say it again and again, until we both come.”

  “I’m yours, I’m yours. Ahhh, I’m coming. I’m yours.” My orgasm slammed through me, my whole body convulsing, squeezing Gray’s fingers and cock tight.

  “Yes, Angel, fuck yes. You. Are. Mine.” Gray came hard behind me, filling me with his cum, marking my body with his.

  Neither of us moved, save the gulps of air we sucked in, trying to recover. My whole body felt like mush and I never wanted to move again. Unless of course it was to be held in Gray’s strong arms.

  He pulled me up and maneuvered us both until he was sitting in the driver’s seat and I was on his lap, my face nestled into the crook of his neck.

  He ran his hands over my hair, petting me, holding me close. “You’re mine, Angel.”

  “I am.” And he was mine. Even when we ran into each other’s walls. It had taken this much time to break down a fraction of Gray’s so he could let me into his heart. I needed to be patient working the rest of his fears about us and himself down. Because he was the only one for me. Forever.

  “No matter what happens, never forget that.”

  Hmm. I didn’t like where this was going. We’d just proven once again that we belonged to each other. What more did he need?

  I took one of his hands in mine and stroked along the fingers that had brought me a lot of pleasure and a touch of pain.

  The idea of what Gray needed hit me like a ton of epiphanies. He needed a ring. A piece of paper. An open notice to the world that we belonged to each other. But even that didn’t feel like enough. We needed something even more iron-clad than a ring.

/>   I turned my face into his neck and kissed his pulse. Right there under my lips lay the answer.

  A collar.

  I needed to collar Grayson Baker.

  Whoo boy.

  Today is a Gift

  I sat at in the small breakfast nook in our loft near the club in only my black silk nightgown and a smile. No one could wipe that smile off my face, even if I was tired and sore. But sore in all the right ways.

  I surfed through the Google results of kinky jewelry makers on my phone. If I was going to get Gray to agree to a collar it couldn’t be any ordinary piece of leather. I wanted a custom made, spare-no-expense, piece that would last our lifetimes. When I asked him, he had to know I’d put more thought and effort into this than buying any old thing for him to wear. It had to be special and meaningful and suit him.

  I needed the miracle collar, because that is what it would take to get him to wear it. It would probably be easier to get him to marry me.

  Gray sauntered in wearing a pair of very low-slung plaid pajama pants that were so damn sexy I wanted to rip them right off. I’d floundered to shut my screen off and hide any evidence of my plans.

  I’d never been great at keeping anything from him. It was going to take all my best super-secret sneakiness to pull this off.

  He stole a kiss and snagged my orange juice. “What’re you so intent about on your phone, minx?”

  “Nothing, email, you know, club stuff.” Yeah, awesome super-secret sneakiness. Time for evasive maneuvers. “Have you heard anything else from Ilario?”

  He stole my toast and shook his head. “No, I told him to head over to The Asylum and have some fun this weekend.”

  My red alert went off. I didn’t want Ilario anywhere near Foster or his club. But I silenced the alarms because Gray knew what he was doing. I had to trust in that.

  “Oh, okay.” I got up to make more toast and coffee. “I’m meeting Hawk and Lilly this morning for an update on their membership efforts, and I want to tell them about the permit debacle.”

  “Good. Let’s schedule something with Dominic and Cade too. Give everyone the updates and we’ve got a few business points I want to hammer out.”

  “I know something you can hammer.” I flirted with Gray while I sent texts off to the boys quickly to see if they could come over in the next hour.

  Gray smiled but moved over to the coffee table in the living room he’d strewn with folder and paperwork. “Always, Angel. But first, business.”

  Business schmizness. “What is it?”

  “I’ve got the paperwork from the lawyers for the incorporation, business licenses, and the insurance you need.” Gray pulled out a folder and set it on the breakfast bar.

  I could not have rolled my eyes any harder. “Oh, good. I hate paperwork. And lawyers, but mostly because they’re the ones who give me paperwork.”

  Gray winked and passed me the pen. “I know. It’s all filled out, so you only need to sign.”

  I picked up a small stack with the state logo on it that said articles of incorporation. “Sweet, but we still have to figure out a name for the club.

  “Yes, and I think you should have a parent company and do a DBA for the club in case you want to open other clubs or expand into other businesses.”

  I was a fan of using a last name for our new company, like Cruz Enterprises, or even better, Baker Incorporated. But this business was both of ours and until Gray agreed to marry me, we wouldn’t share a last name.

  He flipped the pages. “What do you think of giving the boys and maybe even Hawk and Lilly a share of the business?”

  Yes. I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that myself. They were all a part of why we were opening a club. They absolutely should have their own pieces of it. “I love it.”

  “I thought you might.” He pointed to the section that listed shareholders.

  I was listed first at sixty percent ownership. Dominic, Ilario, and Cade each had ten percent, Hawk and Lilly each were listed five.

  “Your math is off.”

  Gray didn’t look and didn’t hesitate. “No, it’s not.”

  “If I have sixty percent share and everyone else has five or ten percent, that already equals one hundred. You have to list yourself separately.”

  “I know.”

  A sensation, like too much caffeine, worked its way up behind my throat. “You’re not on the paperwork.”

  He sat back in his chair putting way too much distance between us. “No, I’m not.”

  An uncomfortable tingle started around my heart and worked its way up behind my eyes. “Why not?”

  “Angel, this is your… dream doesn’t seem like the right word. This club is you. I can’t take any part of that away.”

  Gray had been the one who suggested we open a club together. What in the hell happened to the ‘we’ part? “You’re not taking anything away from me. We’re in this together. Aren’t we?”

  He pushed back from the table and stood behind his chair. “We are, but I’m here to support you.”

  “You’re my partner.” In more than the business, I thought. I was counting on that fact.

  “I am, but in this I have to be your silent unnamed partner.”

  None of this was going the way I’d imagined, and I was absolutely baffled to the reason for it all. “Why?”

  “To keep you safe, Angel.” I heard the plea in his voice for me to understand.

  Fuck. That.

  “How does paperwork keep me safe?”

  Gray blew out a frustrated sigh. “From Foster Bennett.”

  “Foster?” Mierda. All my fears and worries about when Foster might retaliate and all he’d done was hold up the permit for the club. I didn’t know that for sure, but he was the most likely suspect. That was a weak move, because he was a weak man. I wasn’t going to be afraid of him anymore.

  “He’s like a seagull. Flies in, shits all over everything, but if you don’t feed him he doesn’t stick around. We proved that in Austin.”

  Gray paced into the living room and back. “I know him and his twisted mind. The dressing down you gave him, plus stealing Lilly away—”

  “I did not steal her. I won her freedom from him.”

  “He won’t see it that way. He’s going to seek revenge.” Gray shook his head, ignoring me. He’d already made up his mind and this time I wasn’t submitting for it.

  “Being a silent partner isn’t going to keep me safe from any weak revenge he tries to enact on me. I need you by my side.”

  “He won’t be seeking revenge on you. He’s out to get me. I understand now that he has been since he lost Serena. He knows there is one way to do that. Through you.”

  No. No way. “He can’t hurt us.”

  “He can. He can hurt you badly, and Angel,” Gray wrapped his arms around me, looking so deep into my eyes I felt he was a part of me. “That would kill me. You’re the bright light in my dark soul. I can’t lose you, and I can’t let him hurt you in any way. Ever.”

  “Oh, Gray.” Hidden behind the passion and the protectiveness was a deep dark fear. More than ever I knew I had to bind him to me to soothe those inner demons. I wanted to blurt my plans out, ask him to marry me, to wear my collar.

  But Gray never reacted well to my knee-jerk plans. He needed time to get used to an idea. I had to prep him for it. He’d never agree so long as he felt we weren’t safe.

  I had to find a way to eliminate Foster Bennett from our lives.

  Forever.

  No, no. I wasn’t going to kill him. But I had an idea about what made him this lonely, unhappy, vengeful man. I needed more information to confirm my suspicions.

  Gray squeezed me tighter in his arms. “If Bennett ever understands how important you are to me, that you’re more than another lover, he will do everything he can to destroy you.”

  The doorbell rang and I had to tear my gaze from Gray’s. Nine forty-five. Hawk and Lilly must be early.

  “This discussion is not over, Gray. There ha
s to be a better solution.” I think I knew what that was.

  It’s always about a girl.

  He didn’t agree but kissed me and walked to answer the door. When he opened it, a package sat on the floor. Gray examined it, picked it up and brought it to me.

  “It’s addressed to you.”

  The brown paper simply read – Angelina. There was no sender or address or any other identifying marks. Weird.

  Gray scowled at the box. “What is it?”

  Maybe something from one of the guys? Ooh, a clue from Ilario? “I don’t know yet.”

  The doorbell rang again. Gray eyed me in my bathrobe and I popped up to go put clothes on.

  I tossed the box onto my desk on the way to open with the rest of the mail.

  I put on a pretty set of matching lace bra and panties in hopes that Gray would be peeling them off me later. Then I threw on a t-shirt and capris and grabbed my phone.

  Ilario answered on the first ring. “Mistress, how I miss you.”

  “I know, sugar. But it’s important you’re there.” I hadn’t truly thought so until now.

  “Yes, Mistress. Did you and Grayson catch the fools at the restaurant?”

  Hmm, Ilario had tipped Gray off to our little permit suckers. “We did, and they won’t be holding our permits up any longer. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. I want to help.” I loved that pleased sound to his voice.

  I knew he would do anything for me. I also knew that Ilario had been hand-picked by Gray to be in my harem in the first place. Gray was his master even more than I was his mistress. “I need your help now.”

  “Anything, Mistress.”

  “Gray said you spent the weekend at The Asylum.”

  Ilario held his tongue for a minute before answering. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Was Foster Bennett there?”

  The sound of him releasing a pent up breath came through the phone. “Not that I could see.”

  “Hmm. My sweet, I think that hijo de puta is causing more problems than just with the permits. See what kind of dirt you can get on him for me, but be careful.”