“This shirt needs to come off first. Now, Tori.” She thought she might die from the sheer pleasure of hearing his commanding tone. It wasn’t the most modern of notions but damn if she didn’t love a dominant man in bed. Until Drake, she’d never been lucky enough to find one. At least not one she trusted enough to let handcuff her.
She reached for the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. She looked over her shoulder and his gaze was smolderingly hot. He was enjoying playing horny cop.
“Bra too.”
His tone spoke of a man who expected obedience and she didn’t disappoint him. She quickly stripped off the lacy garment and tossed it away, her hands covering herself reflexively.
“Don’t bother, troublemaker. I’ll be cuffing those hands behind you.”
His large hands were firm but gentle as he snapped the cuff on her other wrist, imprisoning her arms to her sides and her hands at the small of her back. There was no way to cover herself so she arched her back and lifted her generous breasts proudly for his inspection.
“Is that what you wanted, Deputy?”
“I want a hell of a lot more than that. You still have a lot to learn about teasing a lawman. You’ve got yourself into a mess of trouble with a cop, baby. I hope you learn your lesson from this.”
A gush of honey from her pussy soaked her already wet panties. His fingers reached out and began to pluck at her nipples until they stood up hard and proud. His callused palms brushed the sensitive underside of her breasts and she groaned in frustration. There were other parts of her anatomy that craved those hands quite desperately.
Drake chuckled at her predicament. “Is my little troublemaker realizing what she’s got herself into? I’m in charge now, baby. We do this my way. That’s what happens when you break the law.”
She could definitely play along with this game. She stuck out her lower lip in a pout and arched her back a little more. “But Deputy, I swear I’m innocent. I was just being…you know…friendly to a guest.”
He pinched one of her nipples and the arrow of arousal shot straight to her clit. “You are far from innocent. You’re a danger to lawmen like myself. And as for being friendly to a guest, I sure as hell hope you don’t do this with anyone else. Now stand up and march into the bedroom and perhaps I won’t have to punish you.”
He’d just suggested he might punish her and he expected her to be able to stand on her wobbling legs?
Her knees were like jelly as she pushed to her feet and steadied herself. She took a deep breath, dragging air into her starved lungs. When he’d said the word “punishment”, her brain had gone wild with images of Drake draping her over his knees and spanking her ass a bright red or maybe cuffing her to the bed. Or both.
She walked ahead of him to the bedroom, his gaze boring a hole into her back. He flipped on the bedside lamp and she turned toward him. His cock had tented his jeans and she couldn’t stop herself from falling to her knees and nuzzling the fly. He groaned in response and reached down, popping open the buttons and pulling down his pants and boxers until his cock sprung free.
Encircling the base of his cock with his hand, he fed the reddish-purple head into her waiting mouth. A drop of pre-cum landed on her tongue and she moaned at the salty tang of him even as she began licking and sucking. Her mouth was urgent and his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her even closer. His cock seemed to swell inside her mouth and then it jerked as his hot seed jetted to the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly to keep up with him, her eyes closed in pleasure.
She loved the heaviness of his shaft on her tongue and how she had to open her mouth so wide. She even loved the ache in her jaw and his musky flavor. With any other man, being on her knees, her hands cuffed behind her back while she sucked on his cock would simply not have happened. With this man, she knew she could trust him with her life. She’d seen him at work and knew his protective streak ran a mile wide. He’d always care for her even when he was dominant.
“God baby, that was so good.” His voice was hoarse and tortured and she hid her smile of triumph. She knew how to make her man feel good. He reached down and lifted her to her feet, suddenly back in control.
“I see the prisoner thinks she can get around me by offering sexual favors.” Drake gave her a narrow-eyed expression that at any other time would have made her burst into laughter. Here at this moment, it made her hotter than hell. “I’ll take what you’re offering but on my terms, troublemaker.”
That’s exactly what she’d been hoping for. Now could she urge him to spank her as well?
“I am your prisoner, aren’t I?” Tori sighed as if she was very put upon but secretly loved the helpless feeling of being restrained. “I guess I’m completely at your mercy, Deputy. I have to do every single thing you tell me to.”
Drake’s eyebrow quirked and the corners of his mouth turned up. “Yes, you do. I think the prisoner needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Oh please, Deputy. I’ve learned my lesson. I promise to be good from now on.” Tori kept her voice high and a little girlish. Drake rubbed his chin in thought.
“You can’t avoid punishment by apologizing. It’s too late for that. You know what you need, don’t you?”
He was having a hard time not laughing and she had to hide her own giggles. She bit her lip and looked down at her bare feet. “I need to be spanked, Deputy.”
She peeked up from under her lashes and his eyes had gone wide at the suggestion. Apparently that wasn’t what he’d been expecting. Was he turned off?
This time he didn’t bother hiding his grin. He was into it. Totally. Her nipples tightened and the honey dripped down her thighs. “A good hard spanking will teach you the lesson you need. Drape your ass over my knees, troublemaker. I think you’ll have a new attitude when I’m done.”
She couldn’t wait for an attitude adjustment via the sexiest deputy in Montana.
Drake sat on the edge of the bed and she knelt next to his legs. He helped her balance over his knees and then tugged her shorts and panties down her legs and off. The ridiculousness of the situation was not lost on her. She was naked as the day she was born, painfully aroused, and about to get a spanking from a gorgeous cop.
Was she lucky or what?
Of course the tortuous bastard took his time. Drake ran his fingers across the flesh of her ass, raising goose bumps and making her shiver. His fingers strayed into her slit and he chuckled at the wetness gathered there. If he’d had any doubt that she was excited, he would certainly know the truth now.
The waiting stretched her nerves to their breaking point. He was idly strumming her swollen clit, sending her straight to the edge of orgasm as if women draped themselves across his knees every day of his life. For all she knew, that was exactly what they did.
Finally she couldn’t take it any longer. “Spank me,” she growled. “Just do it.”
Drake barked with laughter and lightly pinched her thigh. “You’re not in charge, troublemaker. I am. I’ll spank you when I’m good and ready. But I like to see this kind of enthusiasm when dealing with a naughty prisoner.”
He pushed her thighs further apart and leisurely explored her soaked pussy, pressing first one then two fingers inside of her while his thumb stroked her clit. She was squirming on his jean covered legs when he finally brought his hand down on her bottom.
Hard.
She jumped and sucked in a breath, waiting for the next smack on her vulnerable bare ass. Drake seemed in no hurry but then his palm came down again. And again before pausing as if to gauge her response. Each time had made her bottom cheeks warm with a kind of glowing pain that at first was unpleasant before morphing into something all together different. She groaned and rubbed herself against him wanting more.
He got the message loud and clear. He spanked her with firm strokes all over her ass and upper thighs until the flesh was red hot. Sliding his fingers into her pussy, he stroked her clit only a few times before she exploded.
Stars flash
ed before her eyes and she came hard, her body on fire with the pleasure only this man could give it. Drake was an amazing person and lover and tonight had only bound her more inextricably to him. He’d given her something no one else had been able to.
Before she knew it her hands were free and she was lying on her back on the bed. Drake was standing above her, kicking off his boots and tugging frantically at his gun belt. It slid to the floor along with each piece of clothing. She held out her arms to him as he knelt on the bed, a condom in his hand.
“I need you, Drake.”
This time he didn’t draw it out. Donning protection, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and thrust to the hilt in one stroke. The sheer bliss of feeling him hot and hard inside of her drew a cry of pleasure from her lips.
He rode her fast and powerful, just the way she needed it. Each stroke drove them closer to the pinnacle and she dug her nails into his biceps, the exquisite feeling almost too much. Their bodies were slicked with sweat and words were impossible. There were only sighs and gasps when they fell over the edge together.
This second orgasm was different but no less powerful than the first. This time she was with Drake and he a part of her. She could feel his cock swell inside of her and the heat of his seed. He’d closed his eyes; the cords of muscle on his neck stood out in stark relief as if he was in great pain. She ran her hands down his back trying to soothe him as he slumped over her, both their bodies wrung out.
She cuddled him close, his head on her breast, their breathing going back to what passed for normal. His tongue snaked out and licked at the valley between her breasts making her giggle and tug at his hair. He looked up, a wide smile on his face.
“I’m not fucking going anywhere tonight. No repeat of last time. I hope that’s okay with you.”
She traced his strong jaw with her finger. “That’s exactly what I want.”
Tori had a feeling Drake James was a man who could give her everything she needed. She fell asleep with the weight of his body close to hers and a brand new feeling inside of her heart. This wasn’t the wimpy feelings of a callow youth. This was something deeper and far more wonderful.
Chapter Nine
Tori poured Drake a cup of coffee and slid it in front of him along with the cinnamon scones she’d made this morning. It hadn’t been easy leaving the warm bed and his hard body pressed against hers, but she’d wanted to surprise him with some breakfast.
They’d made love again sometime in the middle of the night and he’d sleepily whispered in her ear that he didn’t have to be in the office until noon. She’d stayed awake for quite awhile afterward and thought about how she’d been less than honest. It was time to come clean about the extent of her crush. He deserved to know the truth.
“I swear everything you bake is like heaven on a plate,” he enthused, his mouth full but his lips smiling. “Normally I grab a protein bar and eat it in the car.”
“I hope this is better,” Tori replied dryly, taking a seat across from him.
“It is. I could get used to this.” Drake was grinning when he said it and her heart caught for a second. She hoped he really meant it.
“Listen, the other day at the picnic when I was telling you about my silly teenage crush we were kind of interrupted. I think there might be more you want to hear.”
Drake licked his fingers and took a drink from his coffee. “It’s not silly to me,” Drake denied. “I think it’s kind of sweet. I guess I ruined whatever feelings you had by my behavior on our first date.”
She fiddled with a paper napkin. “I had built you up into something no person could ever live up to. I see that now. It was really a stupid thing to do, and it was all because of that kiss.”
“Our kiss in the truck? How did that mess things up?” Drake looked genuinely confused.
“No, the kiss in the closet,” she revealed, hanging her head. Shit, this wasn’t getting any easier. “At Kasi’s thirteenth birthday party.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Drake sit back in his chair and rub his chin as he contemplated her words.
“The closet?” A grin broke out across his face. “Hell yeah, the closet. I remember now. It was a game. We kissed and I felt you up.”
She slapped a hand over her flaming face and he chuckled at her mortification. “Sorry, but I was pretty excited that day. It was the first, uh, boobs I’d ever touched. After that night, I was damn sure I wanted to keep doing it.”
He looked so much like a little boy whose hand was caught in the cookie jar, or in this case, up her shirt, she couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up. “Glad I could help. It’s good that afternoon made an impression on you too. All these years, I’ve had a terrible feeling you’d forgotten all about it.”
“I may not have remembered the moment I saw you again, but it’s always been tucked in a corner of my mind.”
Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a big deal after all.
“Well, I never forgot it. In fact, I kind of worshipped you all these years.” Tori tried to make it sound less than it had become. “You know, fantasized about you. Stuff like that.”
Drake’s smile wavered slightly. “You mean like sex fantasies?”
“Noooo,” Tori drew the word out. “More like fantasizing about us falling in love, getting married, having kids. The usual things a girl thinks about.”
“Teenage fantasies?” Drake nodded as if he understood. “I’m sure you fantasized about a lot of different guys, not just me.”
If only that were the case.
“Sadly, no. You were kind of it for me.” Tori began shredding the paper napkin, not able to meet his gaze completely.
“Wow. But I’m sure you forgot all about me when you left for New York.”
She forced herself to look him in the eye. “I tried, but I couldn’t. I guess my fantasies had become too real by then.”
“How real?” Drake wasn’t smiling at all now.
Tori took a deep breath. “I’d fantasize about our wedding. Our kids. The house we would live in.”
“What if I’d gotten married while you were gone?” His lips were pressed together and his brow was furrowed. Things were going south in a hurry. Tori closed her eyes and prayed he would understand she’d been a stupid kid for way too long, holding on to this piece of her adolescence well into adulthood.
“I got updates from Kasi as to what you were doing,” she admitted. “If you’d gotten engaged I would have come home.”
“Holy shit, you were having me watched?” Drake stood and ran his hand over his face. “That’s creepy, Tori.”
Tori stood also and placed her palm on his chest trying to calm him. “It wasn’t like that at all. If Kasi heard some gossip she’d tell me. If she saw you in town, she’d let me know. It was really no big thing. I just wanted to hear about you, that’s all.”
Drake stepped back and shook his head. “But you’d picked out our home? Shit, did you name our kids too?”
Her cheeks went hot and she didn’t even have to verbalize her answer. He could see it in her expression. “Fuck me, you did, didn’t you? Shit, were you planning to give me any say in our future, Tori? Was that what this was all about? Landing your childhood fantasy guy and living out your dream? Fuck, I was just along for the ride. I could have been anybody.”
“No!” Drake was moving past her but she caught his arm. “It’s not like that at all. Listen, I admit to being incredibly immature and building you into some kind of god that no one could live up to. I know it was stupid. But I wasn’t stalking you or anything. And this time it wasn’t even because of the past. When we decided to get to know one another, it was truly a fresh start for me. No more fantasies. No more hero worship. Honest, Drake.”
She looked up at him, her voice pleading but he seemed immune. His expression was closed and he shook off her hand. “I need some space to think about all this.”
Giving up trying to explain, she simply nodded, giving him the physical space he wanted
. “I understand. Can we talk about this more tonight? I’ll cook dinner.”
He turned his back and she felt a shiver of cold at the action. It was over. He’d already judged her guilty. Space was simply a code for “get the hell away from me.”
“I need some time too, Tori. When you told me you had a crush, well, it was cute. But this is something else. I need to believe that what you feel is about me now. Not just about some perfect life you dreamed about when you were younger. Maybe that makes me selfish. I just need some time to think about all this.”
“Then you have it.” Tori was proud that her voice barely shook. “Take the time that you need. You know where I live and where I work.”
Drake strode toward her front door but she just couldn’t let him leave like this. Her heart was cracking in her chest and it had nothing to do with childhood fantasies.
“Drake!” she called before he could leave. “I’ve explained and I’ll even apologize if that’s what you want. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you at the picnic. I started to. I’m sorry I didn’t grow up sooner but I think leaving town actually stunted my maturity when it came to you. And I’m sorry you can’t believe me now when I say it’s you that I have feelings for. I’ve dated other men and I’ve never felt a fraction for them what I feel for you at this moment. A house, kids, and all that other crap isn’t important. You are important to me.”
For a moment she thought he might turn around but instead he grabbed his hat from the end table and shoved it on his head before opening the door and walking out. Tori’s legs could barely support her and she sat back down at the table, the tears starting to fall.
This was all her own miserable fault. There was no one else to blame. She’d fucked things up and there would be no fixing them.
“What’s wrong with Drake?” Ava Wright’s stage whisper was meant to be overheard and it was. Drake winced at the question, knowing he’d been a royal pain in everyone’s ass all week. Since the morning Tori had told him about her childhood crush which had gone on way too long, he’d been impatient and downright surly.
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