Brought to His Knees-Tough Guys Laid Low By Love
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It pumped against her cheek, against her ear as she lay on his chest, and the strangest thing happened.
Everything inside her aligned, and her heart synchronized with his until they beat together.
As one.
When he spoke it didn’t shock her. It made her want to purr as it rumbled through her.
“The next time I take you I want a real collar around your throat.”
He moved his head, grabbing a handful of her hair to gently tug it back so he could peg her with that dark stare that made her beg and submit.
Her heart took off as his words sunk in. It raced in her chest as if it could fly away.
“The next time?”
“Yes.”
“Collar?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“But…” She didn’t know where to go from there.
What do you mean?
Do you really want me?
Like that?
“Permanently.”
She stared up at him, wondering if he’d read her mind or if she’d mistakenly spoken out loud.
He towered over her, even though he hadn’t moved.
He touched her brow, her cheek, her lips, following the movement with his eyes. “You’re it for me.”
“Why?” Something better should have passed her lips, but that was all she could think to say.
“I don’t know why. Or how. Or when. It just is. You’re what I want. Love happens like that sometimes.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and she couldn’t stifle her smile, nor hide it. She tried. She bit her lower lip, feeling hidey, but it pulled through her teeth until her grin filled the space between them. She touched his face, making sure he was real. “Love?”
“Love.” He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t flinch.
It made her sure.
It was crazy. It was too fast. Her head knew that but finally her head was jumping up and down right along with her heart.
“I love you, too.”
“Good.” He smirked, and flashed his sexy grin. “I thought I was going to have to hogtie you to get you to listen to reason.” His smile fell and he ran his nose against hers. “I’m sorry I blamed you for the pictures before. I was an ass. I already knew you better than that.” He shook his head. “I’ve always known you better than that.”
She moved her thumb against his mouth and he licked the tip. Shivers ran through her body. “I blamed you. We both had the same fears. I’m sorry, too. I knew you couldn’t have done it–wouldn’t have done it. But I was scared.”
He stared at her for a moment, then grabbing her hand, held it between their chests. “Still scared?”
She gave him another hidey smile. “Yes Sir, but for very different reasons.”
“I like your honesty. It’s refreshing and makes me want to mark you.” He tucked his hand behind her knee and pulled it over his thigh, exposing her to the cooler air in the room.
A moan slipped out and then a groan when he touched her.
“I took a guess on the hotel when I saw you on the sidewalk earlier. Hoped it meant as much to you as it did to me. And the guys found your info easy enough. The room surprised me.” He looked around, hopefully remembering just like she was. “Oh, and I called in about a million favors for seats at the awards thing tomorrow night.”
“What do you mean?”
“You and I are sitting together. And we’re walking the red carpet together too.”
“But people will see us. Take pictures of us.”
“Yep.”
Silence.
“Yep? That’s all you have is yep?”
“Let them talk. They will anyway. I’m proud to be with you. Proud to own you.” His eyes flared and he licked his lower lip. “The pictures will be nice though.”
“They will?”
“Mmhmm. For when we get married, maybe when the kids are old enough to see them. Nice. Oh, and I think we should have pics together during the shoot I still owe you for Fame. Engagement pictures.”
Her mouth fell open and she had no idea what to say. She stumbled to remember any words as emotion threatened to swamp her.
He stared at her, waiting, for something.
“Marriage? Kids?”
He lifted her chin so she couldn’t hide. “Everything. I want it all with you. You’re exactly what I’ve been waiting for. Marry me?”
She swallowed, thanking her lucky stars she found him and he never gave up on her. “Yes.”
He raised his eyebrow and she laughed into his chest, hugging him close. “Yes Sir.”
“Sexiest two words I’ve ever heard.” He ran his fingers along her wet slit.
A breath hitched in her chest.
“I already want you again, but I don’t have condoms.”
She rubbed her lips together, knowing what she wanted, and any kind of barrier wasn’t it. “Umm… That didn’t exactly stop you the first time.”
“No, it didn’t. It wasn’t smart.” His fingers moved a bit rougher, deeper. He played with her until her hips shadow–pumped against them.
His cock thickened against her stomach, and her hands tingled to touch him, but she didn’t have permission.
Damn, he was sexy.
“I’m on the pill,” slipped out. “Clean,” followed in the same breath. She bit her lip again, waiting.
His eyebrow went up and his fingers slid into her core as if it were welcoming him home. “I’m clean. Have always been careful. Always.” He emphasized the last word, maybe convincing himself or her they really should wait until they had condoms. She didn’t know, but she was sick of trying to be someone else. Sick of trying to be who she thought she was supposed to be.
It was time to be brave.
Time to live for her and find her own path.
She leaned forward, kissing him, licking his lips until he took over.
When he finally released her mouth, both of them breathing hard, she took her future into her own hands by giving her power to him. “Then what are you waiting for–Sir?”
He paused for close to half a milli–second then flipped her over onto her stomach. He trapped her wrists over her head with one hand, maneuvering himself between her thighs.
In the time span of one breath and the next he was inside her, filling her, fucking her as if he hadn’t just come twenty minutes before.
Sensation tingled across her flesh and her toes curled until they hurt.
His fingers, two of them, he put up to her lips. “Open.” He pushed them past her teeth and she sucked on them.
Come.
They tasted like his come and her pussy. She moaned around them as he shallowly pumped them across her tongue.
“I need you to suck my cock more. To fuck you more, and that ass? I need inside it. To stretch it. To take you in every hole until you know you’re mine.”
His words spoke to her, somewhere deep inside where she could finally listen.
She heard him and fell deeper down the rabbit hole she never wanted to crawl out of.
A strong knock on the door made her jump. She bit down on his fingers and he nipped her shoulder. She arched her back and he pumped inside her one more time.
“Trust me and don’t move.”
He pulled free and climbed off the bed.
She twisted her head, watching him pad naked to the door until he went into the hall.
Her heart nearly exploded as he opened the door.
She couldn’t see him. Couldn’t see who was there. What he was doing. Why they were there. She could only hear whispers. The need to roll over and cover up, or run to the bathroom nearly overwhelmed her need to do as he said.
Then she asked herself a question.
Do I trust him?
She relaxed, knowing the answer was a resounding yes.
He came around the corner, hard as a rock, sexy. Beautiful. Javier and Ed walked in behind him.
Her heart dropped to her pussy and began a steady beat of please, please, please.
Ra
digan climbed onto the bed, pulled her up onto her knees in the middle of the mattress, facing the guys.
“Clasp your hands behind your neck.” He put a hand on her stomach as she did what he said, moved her knees apart and filled her pussy again, clamping a hand in her hair.
“You know why they’re here.” It wasn’t a question. “I want to finish what we started. I want to take you with them watching, see them take you, you on your knees before them. I want you to be so used at the end you know what it is to be my little pet. To do with you as I please, because I know what you need to be free.”
He pumped inside her as she stared across the room at the two men she’d been fantasizing about for weeks.
She wanted them. It made her feel slutty and perfect.
“Consent. I want your consent so there is no question about it tomorrow, or the next day, or month, or year. So I’ll ask this one time. Will you submit to me? To my demands, to your pleasure and my own. Two words. That’s all I need, and then you’re mine.”
She swallowed, licking her lips, never more ready to take the leap into what she’d always wanted.
“Yes Sir.”
He growled in her ear as the guys moved toward her. “Good girl.”
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Cruising for Love
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Dedication
For the Tantalizing 11. Thanks for making this happen.
Blurb:
When Andi Greene heads out on a cruise, she’s pumped for a fun week of sun bathing and chilling with her best friend. Little does she know her best friend has a number of surprises in store. The first is the cruise’s theme of bondage and domination. The other? Ship’s doctor Jonah Coleman, Andi’s first love, her high school boyfriend–the boy she thought she’d marry before he moved across the country and eventually dropped her cold. But there’s nothing cold about their reunion. Instead sparks fly, and Andi’s relaxing cruise seems set to turn into a week of hot loving.
Jonah can’t believe he’s getting a second chance with Andi–a grown–up Andi who might need more than he knows how to give. But he’s willing to put everything on the line to find out if the heat between them is just the remnants of teenage love or something more. And even though he has to let her go again, he’s determined this time she’ll never forget him.
Chapter One
“What should we do first?” KK –real name Kristen Katherine, but don’t ever call her that – asked staring intently down at the ship’s guide they’d handed us as we’d walked up the ramp to our home for the next seven days. The book was as thick as one of our old text books from our high school where we’d met fourteen years ago. And dang, it was a lot of paper. Like phone book big. Not that I’d hefted a phone book in years.
I leaned back on the narrow mattress and propped my ankles on the backpack at the foot of the bed. “Naptime?”
KK looked up from her new favorite reading material and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t do this. You agreed to come on the cruise. Napping and hiding in the room is not how single girls meet men.”
I groaned, layering one of the two pillows over my face. “I thought you were joking about that. Do you really think I’m going to meet Mr. Andrea Greene on a cruise to the Bahamas?”
“You’ll never know if you hide in the room for five days,” KK said brightly, stooping to dig around in her rolling suitcase and tugging out a cool looking black bikini.
“I’m not going to hide in the room the whole time.”
“Then get your butt to the pool with me. I feel a cocktail in my near future.” She pulled off her clothes and shimmied into the tiny scraps of spandex.
“Fine.” I’d only been grumbling to make KK work for it. I had every intention of enjoying my week off from work poolside. And no, I didn’t think I’d meet Mr. Right playing shuffleboard on deck, but I might meet Mr. Let’s Have Fun in the Sack for a Few Days. I shifted on the bed and grinned. A sack might be bigger than the narrow beds in the cabin we currently occupied.
Shucking my own travel clothes, rumpled from the three hour flight to Miami from Washington, D.C., I dug through my backpack for my bathing suit.
“How do you stay so skinny?” KK asked, spinning in front of the mirror on one wall of the small cabin. “I’ve never seen you in a gym in your life.”
“Vegetarian diet,” I replied. “And good genes. Stop bitching. Most women would kill for your boobs and every man is going to be drooling. Maybe I should go warn the crew to beware of men falling overboard in your wake.”
KK laughed. “You’re sweet. Misguided, but sweet.” She pulled out a black leather cuff bracelet and buckled it onto her wrist. Next came another buckled piece of jewelry, this time around her upper thigh.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, and stood at the mirror next to her to adjust my boobs into the suit.
“Getting ready,” KK said, and twisted her hair into a severe high ponytail.
“You look like some kind of dominatrix.” I watched her scoop up a beach bag and step toward the door.
“Do I? Oh, good.” And with those cryptic words, she swept out the door.
I followed, bringing my own rather heavier beach bag, complete with sunscreen, camera and eReader. We headed up to the pool through the narrow hallways. We passed two men roughly our age on the way. Both were dressed in business suits, which looked a little out of place on a cruise destined for the Bahamas. But I didn’t give it much more thought, because we’d walked from the lower interior room level–all our budget could afford–out into the sunshine.
KK led the way past a pool, complete with water slide where adults acted like children. We arrived at an opaque glass door where we had to present our cruise IDs to a crew member. Music blasted from a nearby loudspeaker as we entered a private–adult only–pool area. The whole cruise was supposed to be adult only. If we wanted to hang out with families, we would’ve gone to Disney, but this particular pool area was something beyond private and adult only.
It was like something out of a travel magazine, with its narrow rectangular pool surrounded by deck chairs that looked like modern art. Standing around the turquoise pool were loads of women, many dressed like KK. There were men too, but most were in three–piece suits. My heart started thumping in a way it would if someone told me that not only had I arrived at a Nascar event, but I’d be expected to drive the race car too.
“KK. What is this?”
She turned to me, and all I could think was that she was positively glowing. Like Edward from Twilight glowing in her happiness. “I might have left off one teensy detail about the cruise,” she shouted over the music.
No words left my parted lips. But someone better start doing some talking, and fast.
“It’s a themed cruise.”
My nails left crescents indented in her forearm after I dragged her away from the pool to a quieter place where we could talk. “Can you please re
peat that?”
“The cruise has a theme.”
“What’s the theme? Bondage?”
KK’s cheeks flushed with stripes of pink. “Kind of. It’s a Whipped theme cruise.”
“Whipped, as in the book, Whipped?” The book had been a sensation in the last year. No, not a sensation, the sensation. Everyone–grandmothers, teachers, the president–had read it, or at least knew about it. KK and I had both read it and loved it. Something about the heroine’s sexual awakening and submissive relationship with the hero spoke to me. But, a theme cruise? It was the first and last time I’d ever let KK plan on our vacation.
“It’s going to be awesome, Andi. I don’t know why you’re freaking out. You loved the book.”
“I did, but it doesn’t mean I want to live it.” I gestured to the wild party happening poolside. A man in a Speedo crawled by on hands and knees. “Are we expected to act like the characters in the book? ’Cause I refuse to be spanked by a stranger.”
“You don’t have to play. You can be a voyeur,” KK said.
“What if I don’t want to be that? What if I want to spend five days sitting at the pool reading my book?” I asked. My arms tightened around my midsection and I wondered if it was too late to hop overboard and swim back for shore. I hadn’t been a drama major in college like KK. Happy hours and meeting for coffee was my dating comfort zone.
“I guess you can sit at the other pool all week and not play.” She looked doubtful, and a churning started in my stomach. I didn’t know why I was freaking out. I think it was the sudden shift in my perception of my vacation cruise. I’d envision getting a tan, resting on a lounge chair, dancing at a night club and maybe flirting with the bartender à la The Love Boat.
Jumping feet first into a role playing scene was such a shocker it was going to take a minute or a day to catch up. “Maybe I’ll check it out,” I conceded, and felt better when KK’s face lit up.
“Would you? I promise, if it’s not fun we’ll ignore the whole thing and find something else to do. You saw how big the ship is. I’m sure there’s a ton of other activities.”
“Okay.” The gut churning was back. What had I gotten myself into? I didn’t have time to rethink my concession. KK was skipping off back toward the Whipped gathering and I followed her, one flip flop in front of the other.