by Angel Payne
It didn’t take her too long to finish up. When she slid back the door and confronted him there, a very startled and damn cute dios mio! popped out of her mouth. Unable to resist, Ethan caught the last of it with his lips.
And as it happened so many times when he kissed her, he couldn’t settle for just a tiny taste. Or just a gentle greeting. He had to have her fire. Her desire. Her passion. Her gasps.
Her surrender.
It involved the work of three steps to get her back into the little compartment. It was bigger than a normal airline bathroom, but not by much, meaning he had to be near her anyway. While dipping his mouth to hers again, fusing their connection with the open thrust of his tongue, he dug his hands into her waist and hiked her onto the little counter next to the sink. As her little squeal of surprise tickled his ear, his dick surged to full attention.
When they dragged free to catch their breaths, he smiled into her face and murmured, “Hello, sunshine.”
Ava giggled, the sound an intoxicating mix of husky and sweet. “I wondered where you’d gone.”
“I was restless.”
“I can tell.”
He dipped his head to lick the sensitive spot below her ear. Ava retaliated by grabbing him by the nape and scoring his scalp with her slender nails. “Fuck!” He hissed as she did it again. “Do you know what that does to my cock, baby?”
She drew up the pointer finger of her other hand and wobbled it in front of his lips. “Uh, uh, uh.” Her singsong was even more maddening when she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. “The President of the United States is twenty feet away, Sergeant Archer. No inductees to the mile-high club on Air Force One.”
He answered that by rolling the tip of his tongue along her lip, coaxing her to set it free for him. When she released a longing sigh, he sucked it in via a long, tantalizing kiss. By the time he let her go again, her limbs were limp, her eyes heavy…
And her pussy soaking wet.
“Oh!” Her lazy gaze vanished at the first flick of his thumb against her clit. With wide eyes and parted lips, she fumed as he continued to play, clearly ramping up her arousal not in spite of their surroundings but because of them. “Ethan! Quitaté! We can’t!”
“Your mouth is telling me one thing, but your body is telling me another, sunshine.” He pushed back her thighs another inch, spreading her wider for him before he made fast work of his fly, releasing his penis so its crown helped his fingers tug aside her soaked panties. “Why don’t we let it have a chat with mine?”
“Ohhh.” Her moan was long, tormented, and sexy as hell. “Dear God, you’re a heathen. N-Nobody does this on the president’s plane!”
He rolled his hips, knowing the movement stimulated the entire ring of quivering tissues at her entrance. “I can guarantee you, baby, Craig and the First Lady have definitely given it a whirl.”
“That’s…that’s different.”
“How? Why?” He slid in a little deeper, letting her hear his own pleased groan. Fuck, she felt so good. So right. So perfect. So his.
“They’re the president and First Lady. They’re married!”
He was only halfway in, but he paused right where he was. “And you’re my first lady.” He lifted a hand to her face. “So say you’ll be my wife too.”
Her indigo eyes went wide. She gripped his neck harder. “Are you— Do you know what you just—”
“I know exactly what I said. I love you, Ava. And I need you in my life.” He dipped his head and kissed her soundly but sweetly. Since his cock was already buried halfway inside her, he needed to keep something about this on the level of chaste and serious. “I know we have some things to work out. I’m stationed in Tacoma, but I don’t have to live there. I like LA—as long as you’re there with me.” He softly nipped the corner of her jaw. “We can even talk about that little house with the swing set…if you want.”
She moaned once more, but this time it vibrated with conflict. “I…I don’t know what to say.”
He ran his mouth over her lips again. Her nose. The lids of her eyes. “Say yes. Surrender to me, Ava. Surrender to us.”
He showered her with more soft kisses. In more of his wordless, boundless love. In the caresses that showed her how he yearned to cherish her for the rest of their lives.
At last, a sigh spilled from her that echoed straight into his soul. Ethan surged his body into hers, turning them into one being. She finished her breath with the word that changed his world the same way she’d connected to his soul, consumed his heart, and captured his love forever.
“Yes.”
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Excerpt from Wild: Honor Bound Book Four
Sage had feigned sleep when it was time for dinner. The excuse wasn’t far from the truth. After losing it at Garrett in the yard, she’d tromped in and asked his mom to watch Race, knowing Maya Hawkins would cancel tea with the Pope to spend time with her grandson.
Less than ten minutes later, Sage had gone back upstairs, put on sweats and a T-shirt, and buried herself in bed. She’d been there ever since.
For the first hour after that, she’d tried to cry. Thrown her hardest concentration into it. Instead, every time the strips of her mental flogger came down on her soul, she’d taken the pain in a disoriented fog.
You don’t deserve to be his wife.
She felt nothing.
You’re not fit to be a mother.
Nothing again.
You can’t handle all this. Maybe the only place you truly have value anymore is with those slavers in Thailand.
She immersed herself beneath the covers and escaped into sleep. Though she’d roused a little when Garrett came in to check on her, bringing the savory scent of pot roast and fresh-baked bread with him, she quickly slipped back under.
Through her groggy consciousness, she’d listened to Maya giving Race his bath. Baby squeals. Her mother-in-law’s laughter. Garrett’s husky chuckles joining in.
A world she longed to join.
A reality she didn’t deserve.
In little stages, the house fell silent. She shifted, tucked the pillow back beneath her head, and curled back into a ball, steeling herself for the invisible flogger to return. She needed to stay strong. She couldn’t bend. She wouldn’t break.
The bedroom door opened. The strong boot cadence told her it was Garrett once more. His normal spice and pine scent was enhanced by the crisp kiss of fresh snow, denoting he’d been outside not long ago. She also smelled food. Against every will in her body, her stomach growled like a rabid Doberman.
“Sage.”
For a split second, she thought about continuing her charade. Stomachs could sound like flesh-craving canines even when somebody slept, right?
But something about her husband’s voice pulled her up like a physical force. A blend of tones she hadn’t heard for an achingly long time. Darkness. Demand.
Dominance.
Holy shit. He looked the same way, too. His hair was slicked back from his face in some Euro-lux look, though he’d left the stubble on his jaw, which was now steeled as he stabbed his ice-blue stare at her. He wore a gray Henley that showed every magnificent line of his torso, which topped formfitting black leathers finished with his heavy motorcycling boots.
Despite her exhaustion, which didn’t feel like that anymore, her eyes widened and her pulse jumped. Damn, those pants…on the tree trunks that did double duty as his legs…wow. Where the hell had he even found them, out here in the middle of Iowa? And did she really care?
“Uh…hi.” Her voice was raspy, sounding as stunned as she really was.
Garrett didn’t return the greeting. After turning on the lamp next to the bed, he ducked into the hallway and reappeared with a lap tray loaded with food. Slices of the pork roast she’d smelled earlier were joined by seasoned potatoes, spiced apples, and
pecan rice. Occupying a separate plate on the tray was a hunk of hot, heavenly-smelling bread, and another dish held a slice of chocolate cream pie that was destined to settle humanity’s “pie or cake” debate forever.
“Sit up.” The words were lightyears away from a request. Her husband’s face, unchanged from the unyielding stare with which he’d entered, backed it up. As soon as she complied, he set the tray over her lap. “Eat. Every bite.”
“But I’m not—”
“Hungry? The fuck you aren’t. Eat.”
“Yes, Sir.”
It spilled out with barely a thought, as automatic as the sweep of her hands toward the knife and fork. She would’ve giggled if not for the deep breaths she took to wrestle down her astonishment, puzzlement, and…hope?
God, like she could even dare to think that his kinky dream makeover meant something. They weren’t at home. They weren’t even in the same state. The play room wasn’t downstairs. Most significantly, they were parents now. Apparently, her new status as mommy had canceled out her role as subbie. Not that she’d given Garrett any reason to want that from her anymore.
He settled into the chair next to the window and watched as she took every bite. Sage fought against stealing glances at him, but between the silvery light from outside and the golden lamp glow from inside, his usual masculinity was transformed into a double-gilded vision of pure power.
Ohhh, hell.
She rubbed her legs together under the covers. The motion provided just enough friction to turn the tingles in her pussy to full-bore arousal. Forget about the flurries outside; her gut twirled with enough climatic turbulence for the whole county. And food was rapidly becoming the last thing on her mind. “Honestly, I can’t get through all of this,” she finally confessed, letting the fork fall.
Garrett rose to his feet, looking like a tower of liquid flame brought to life. Despite what the sight did to her clit and its friends now, she huffed in resignation, assuming the return of her careful and understanding husband was surely near.
World’s biggest mistake.
“Not acceptable.” He punched every syllable with command. “What were my instructions about the food, Sage?”
She couldn’t help cocking her head and arching her brows. “Instructions?” But even her snarky take on the word didn’t stop her vagina from clenching again, or her heart from speeding to a new tempo.
Garrett’s reply came with matching attitude. “You go right ahead and keep up that sass, sugar. It’ll just make it more fun to show you why you’re gonna need every ounce of nutrition on that tray tonight.”
The remark was a sweep of raw arrogance, rendered on purpose by the only man on earth who knew what it would do to her. She didn’t try to hide her aroused whimper from him now. Garrett let a single soft chuckle out in acknowledgment but made no other sound until she started on the pie. Sage smirked in vengeance as she lifted the bite of pastry to her mouth but licked it all off the fork instead of biting it, making sure Garrett saw every purposeful inch of her action.
A sound spilled from him mixed between a groan and a grunt. A fast glance to the beautiful bulge in the crotch of his leathers proved she’d gotten the upper hand she wanted, if only for a moment.
When she dipped her fork in for her second bite of pie, Garrett snarled, “Stop.”
Sage flashed a gloating smile. “Yes, Sir.”
He walked back to the bed with steps that were more authoritative than before. Without warning, he yanked the pie off the tray, leaving the fork behind. After ducking back out into the hall, he returned bearing her snow boots and what looked like a floor-length parka made out of decadently warm, thick material.
He stood next to the bed for a long second before speaking again. When he did, the words were definitely not what she’d expected.
“Are you wearing panties?”
Sage straightened and gawked up at him. “Excuse me?”
He expelled a long but controlled breath. “Are. You. Wearing. Panties?”
“Yes.” She didn’t filter her irritated embarrassment. “Of course I am. What the hell—”
“Are they wet?”
Now she blatantly sputtered. “Garrett, what kind of—”
“All I want is the answer. Yes or no. Are your panties wet? Are you aroused right now, Sage?”
She fumed and picked at the coverlet. “All right. If you have to know, then yes. They’re wet. You’d turn a diehard lesbian into a puddle right now. Happy?”
“Considerably.” He punctuated his sentence by brushing the hair from her forehead, and a sigh escaped her lips. As his hand continued into the rest of her hair, gently tugging the strands to turn her face up to him, she groaned. Past his subtle smile and all that delectable scruff, he directed, “You’re going to get up now. You’re going to go check on Race before returning to this room, where you’ll get completely naked. Put on this parka and the boots then join me in the barn in ten minutes. There’ll be discipline for tardiness.” He released her and stepped toward the door but turned back, eyeing what must have been the most stunned stare she’d ever worn in her life. “Better pull back the hair, sugar. Wouldn’t want to tangle it in the equipment. And yeah…bring the panties.”
Without another word, he left the room. The silence that descended in his wake didn’t provide any buffer from her continuing jolts of sheer shock. Nor, she realized, did she want it to be. Though her heart thudded hard enough to make her shake and her lungs ached from holding her breath, every word of her man’s commands rolled through her senses with exhilarating promise. There was going to be equipment. There was going to be discipline.
At last.
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Continue reading Wild…
Also by Angel Payne
Honor Bound Series:
Saved
Cuffed
Seduced
Wild (Coming January 2018)
Wet (Coming February 2018)
Hot (Coming February 2018)
Masked (Coming February 2018)
Mastered (Coming March 2018)
Conquered (Coming March 2018)
Ruled (Coming June 2018)
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Misadventures:
Misadventures with a Super Hero
Misadventures of a Time Traveler (Coming March 13, 2018)
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For a full list of Angel’s other titles,
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Acknowledgments
Dear Reader,
Thank you for coming along on Ethan and Ava’s very wild ride of a journey! I truly hope you enjoyed it. The story was definitely an “E ticket” experience, for which I’ve received both rave reviews and eye-popping criticism since first writing the book. But I have to say, getting the special experience of getting to work on the book again for this new Waterhouse Press edition was just as much a blast as it was when first creating and editing this couple’s special adventure.
I’ve never made it a secret that my plot twists usually stem from my fangirl stalkings of fiction’s best, and never does that tenet hold more true than in the Honor Bound books. When I was first conceiving this part of the saga, I was loving on Lexi Blake, Diana Gabaldon, and Lee Child in literary form and binging on TV such as 24 and Buffy in my spare time. Needless to say, I was soaring all over the place for plot ideas and loving the fictional wildness I encountered in the doing. But it’s always awesome, in all these forms, to see creative geniuses being bold and outrageous about their plotting choices. Fiction is for the fantastical: to make us sigh and gasp and drop our jaws; to pop those OMGs off our lips and elicit all the feels from our vulnerable and beautiful hearts. So if I made you do any of those things, my purpose in life has been served—and I hope you’ll join the guys of the First Special Forces on more of their adventures soon!
I am always, always grateful and stunned and humbled by all the support and encouragement from all of you. Thanks so much for enjoying all the books—and for reaching
out to let me know when you do. It truly means the world.
Thank you!
About Angel Payne
USA Today bestselling romance author Angel Payne loves to focus on high-heat romance starring memorable alpha men and the women who love them. She has numerous book series to her credit, including the Suited for Sin series, the Cimarron Saga, the Temptation Court series, the Secrets of Stone series, the Lords of Sin historicals, and the popular Honor Bound series, as well as several standalone titles.
Angel is a native Southern Californian, leading to her love of being in the outdoors, where she often reads and writes. She still lives in Southern California with her soul-mate husband and beautiful daughter, to whom she is a proud cosplay/culture con mom. Her passions also include whisky tasting, shoe shopping, and travel.
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