“This is nice,” she purred softly, her palms stroking over the pale hairs on his chest, her fingers trailing down the center of his ribs to his naval. “I think it’s my turn to play,” she told him, smiling at the flare of heat she saw burst in his eyes.
“And what’s that mean?”
“No touching…” She told him, taking his thick wrists and stretching forward until his hands were above his head. She held him there for a long minute before sliding down his body, her hands pressing heavily down his ribs and onto his abdomen.
“That’s not playing, woman, that’s torture and highly frowned upon…”
“Will you think that when it’s your turn?” She peeked through her lashes up at him, her hands forming together and pressing heavily over his cock. She saw his stomach clench, his breath catch and hold.
“My turn?” He ran his tongue around his lips, his body hardening beneath her touch; the look of her and the scent of her filling his senses.
Pale brown eyes burned when she slid to the side on her knees, her hands tugging the shorts he’d put on down and over his feet. She rolled on her hips, shimmied and kicked her pants free before returning to her knees at his side. Her palm rose, one finger trailing around the hood of his cock, a nervous gulp breaking free when it moved beneath her touch.
Tre groaned and closed his eyes, the soft center of her palms cupping over him and dragging down his length, slowly and with just enough pressure to harden him more. He peered at her through hooded eyes, his palm up and removing his glasses, letting them fall to the floor and hoping he remembered them. The red-gold flames of the fireplace reflected off her naturally tanned flesh, her hair hung free and tickled his thighs when she bent forward.
He was holding his breath.
And continued to do so when her mouth touched him, her tongue out and sweeping softly around the ridge of his cock. She wouldn’t confess to him that she’d never had the desire to do this before. But there was something about Tre that had her wanting to explore her sexuality. Her powers. And he was willing to indulge her.
She licked down the veined length, flicking her tongue out and around and over all the ridges and throbbing hardness. Natalie put her lips near the thick base, kissing, opening her mouth and lightly trailing her teeth along his length to the ridge, tracing the pulsing edge with her tongue before slipping her mouth over him.
Tre was positive he was going to die, his control snapped when she slid him into her mouth. Then she jumped back, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Are you alright? Did I hurt you, Tre? Oh, god…”
“Hurt…Natalie, I don’t remember ever being so fine before,” Tre groaned, leaning up on his elbows. He watched her blink and swallow. The it dawned on him. “Babe, you were doing everything…and I mean everything…right…”
Tre reached out with one hand, taking her palm and placing it back on him, groaning softly when her fingers curled around him, stroking down the hard length.
“Oh, yes…more, Natalie…”
She heard the hunger, the need in his voice and bent forward, stretching herself out and getting comfortable before taking him into her mouth again. Suckling, licking, tasting and exploring.
“Christ, babe…” Tre groaned.
She listened to his sounds, felt the noise he made resonate in her, heat her and rush through her like fire. His arousal was hers. His hips moved as she stroked him, as she took more and more of him and became comfortable with what she was doing, with the pleasure she was willingly giving him.
No, more than willing. Eagerly giving, she realized, relishing the sounds of his pleasure until he abruptly say up and pulled her mouth to his.
Slanting his lips over hers and thrusting his tongue like the cock that had been thrusting into her mouth seconds before, her stroked and caressed and reached behind him for the foil packet, rolling the condom down his cock before pinning her to her back and sliding between her thighs. He could smell her, he reached between her legs and tangled his fingers in the crème flooding from inside her.
Tre listened to the soft mewls, the sound of his name breaking from her lips when his mouth settled over one nipple, suckling and pulling it, curling his tongue around it with strong, teasing strokes.
His palm slid down her stomach, fingers tangling in the dark coils and sliding through the hot syrup. One and then one more. She was more than ready when he seated himself and pushed.
Slow, gently at first. Then her hips surged up, pushed him further and his thumb pressed against the swollen clit, stroked over and around the nub.
Her body exploded when he thrust inside her, deeply seating himself and holding still while the silken walls convulsed and shook around him, squeezing him snugly and refusing to allow him to move.
Natalie twined her fingers with his, lifting her hips and rotating, those fading tremors returning, building again as he moved. Long, strong strokes that took her higher, but with him this time. He had beautiful eyes, she thought as he pulled a palm free, stroking it down her center and flicking, pressing, stroking until the wave crashed onto her again.
Tre felt her body begin to shatter, his own thrusting once and once more before he lost the weak thread of control that had been his. Every muscle in his body froze for an instant, the explosive pleasure streaking through him and sending his shout through the house, low and hoarse.
It was mostly quiet in the room, their raged breathing and the occasional crackle of the fire breaching the silence. Tre wasn’t sure how he found the energy but rolled to the side and went into the bathroom. When he returned, she was stretched stomach down, that beautifully upturned behind greeting him as she stared at the fire.
Tre swallowed the groan and ordered, yeah, that always works, ordered his body to shut down for now. He pulled the blankets over them and stretched out beside her.
“So tell me about this personal theory you’ve been working on,” his palm moved to her shoulders, pulling the long hair to the side.
“You should have forgot that,” but she smiled at the thought.
“Curse that good memory gene. You don’t want to share?”
“Do you like admitting things you believed were flaws? Or that some little part of you was broken?” Natalie sighed, enjoying the quiet around them, the soft stroking of his palm down her shoulder and back.
“Flaws? Broken? Excuse me,” Tre applied his best appalled face. “My girl does not have flaws and I refuse to accept that,” he watched as she bit her lip, trying to keep from laughing.
“You’re making me want to hit you…”
“Bring it on, babe…” He challenged, laughing when she launched herself at him, wrestling and tangling with arms, legs and blankets until they both lay gasping for breath. “Damn, woman, you’re stronger than you look.”
“And sneaky,” she told him, slipping her hand to his hip and sinking her nails in, laughing when he jolted upright and scrambled to the other side of the bed.
“I think it’s coming up on my turn…I feel it…” Tre moved toward her, the sexy little squeal she offered as she tried untangling herself from the blankets.
“I don’t remember that at all,” she said quickly when she found herself pinned to the center of the bed, a knee on either side of her waist. He held himself over her, keeping his weight off but her hands were stuck between his knees and her hips. Natalie glared at him.
“So you’re saying you’re not a woman of your word?” Tre looked shocked, leaning carefully over her and smoothing the hairs from the sides of her face. His fingers trailed down her chest, each circling around one nipple. He watched them respond and grinned when she squirmed beneath him.
“I don’t recall giving you my word on anything,” she said, smiling sweetly, despite the urge to moan and thrust her chest against his hands. “Do you have it in writing? Maybe a recording?”
Tre bent forward carefully, taking one pert nipple between his teeth.
“I should have asked where your cuffs were,” he teas
ed, feeling her body give a little shudder when he switched to the other breast before sliding down her legs, taking her hands in his and keeping them from moving. He had her legs trapped beneath him until he positioned himself lower, his mouth moving in soft, moist kisses over her ribs and onto her stomach.
“Tre…”
“It’s my turn, Natalie…don’t distract me while I’m exploring,” he whispered against her skin, his tongue trailing down to the soft, dark coils. He released her wrists when her fingers curled into the blanket. “You don’t mind, do you?”
He drew one long finger between the swollen petals, separating them, drawing the thick dew up and over her clit. She didn’t protest but her body definitely responded.
“So tell me what your theory was you were working on?”
“Tre…it was just…something…”
He leaned closer, inhaling and flicking his tongue out, over and around the little nub sticking out for his attention. He licked at her softly, like a kitten with fresh milk, taking it all in and demanding more. He slid his fingers lower, swirling around the tiny entrance that had already closed around his finger as he slipped it teasingly inside while suckling at her clit.
“Theory, Natalie…share with me…”
Natalie felt his tongue, stroking and touching. Soft and hard, teasing her and taking his time. Tre wasn’t concerned with himself, she realized, only with her. Her needs and pleasures. And he definitely wasn’t rushing her. And she had no idea a tongue and fingers could feel so damn good.
“Tre…I think…oh, god…”
“Let go, babe…just let go and enjoy,” he breathed against flesh already heated by his caress. His mouth moved back to lick and suckle the sweet syrup coating her. Two fingers slid into her at the same time he bit down lightly and he was glad his body held her in place. When he felt the velvet insides begin to quiver, her hands came up and gripped his head and her hips surged. He heard her calling for him, gasping and tightening muscles that had taken control of her.
Tre reached for the nightstand and had himself sheathed in time to sink into the soft velvet, her walls stroking and convulsing around him. His mouth lowered on hers, their tongues mingling as another round of pleasure began beating at the both. His hands slid beneath her, pulling her hard as he thrust repeatedly before dropping off to the side, his breathing ragged and deep.
Natalie curled against him when he returned after lowering the heat of the fireplace.
“Not going to share your theory?” Tre closed his eyes, the thick blankets over them and the soft pillows beneath when she rolled to her side and snuggled back against him. He wrapped his arm around her middle, the soft fragrant hair beneath his face.
“I think you’ve proven my…original fears…inaccurate,” she murmured sleepily.
“Fears?” Tre let his brain work over their conversations since meeting. “Are you alright, Natalie? I didn’t hurt you…”
“Oh, no hurt…no, Tre…I never felt this good before,” she whispered contentedly.
“Ahh…” He kissed her neck and settled down to sleep. Not completely sure he understood, but glad she was in his arms and his life.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Natalie felt the soft music seep into her sleep filled brain, weaving through the dreams that had no meaning and were just there. She yawned, her eyes opening slowly to peer at the strong chin tipped to the side, blond hair falling over his forehead.
She wasn’t sure how she came to be laying over his chest. But it wasn’t a bad place to wake up, she decided, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the numbers on the clock.
“It’s not going to go away unless I turn it off and I can’t turn it off ‘cause we both have to go to work,” Tre sighed, his palm moving through the long hair, puling it gently from her face and letting it sift through his fingers.
“I know…I know,” she said, yawning again and rolling to her back. They always began the night in clothes that ended up all over the room. “Alright…shower…rainy day clothes…got it,” she shoved against the bed and stood up, wobbling a little before collecting her stuff and dropping it to the chair.
Tre watched the full globes of her behind twitch and vanish behind the bathroom door, his eyes closing only long enough to yawn, stretch and sit up. He reached over the side and picked his glasses up from the floor.
He was still puzzling through what she didn’t tell him in the other shower, his hands on the tiles and enjoying the hot water and steam as he plotted.
He smelled the coffee as he dressed and went down stairs. He found a plastic bag and dumped all the popcorn into it, tying it closed and setting it on the counter.
“Lunch?” Natalie frowned at him, offering him a glass of the grapefruit juice he liked.
“Bird food,” he said with a laugh. “Will you bring lunch by today? I’ll buy,” he offered, eyebrows wiggling.
“I’m worried I’ll over dose you,” Natalie moved into the space he tugged her into, his hands settling on her hips.
“I’m more than a little positive you are one addiction that I will never, ever tire of,” Tre kissed her, tasting coffee and mint. His tongue fenced with hers until both of them groaned and backed away. “Work. Work morning,” he growled and went into the kitchen, pulling some fruit from inside and dropping it into a bag. He met her at the door, each with their hands full as they went out beneath the dry portion of the front of the house. “Lunch?”
“I’ll be by about twelve-thirty,” she said with a grin, making a dash for her car and getting inside before the next batch of rain unloaded.
Tre went to the garage, dropping his things to the passenger seat of the large Jeep and sliding behind the wheel. First rains were hard on bike riders, slicking the streets with all the oils that had gathered there so he took the car, navigating the streets to the station not far behind Natalie.
He parked at the far end of the large spread out unit, the EMT vehicles not the only thing waiting when he entered the main area. He immediately recognized the man who had been part of Natalie’s life for a short time and he felt his muscles tense. There was a restraining order against him coming within fifty feet of Natalie, so what was he doing at the EMT station?
And maybe, just maybe, his paranoia was showing.
He kept walking, the back of his neck tingling when the voices behind him rose. It was obvious the man was recognized. It was also becoming obvious the people he worked with and spent time with the last year weren’t going to let him into the main area of the unit.
“You! Thorne!”
Tre came to a stop but didn’t turn around. His head was telling him Natalie wouldn’t appreciate a brawl, no matter how much he might enjoy it. He’d frightened her, taken her ability to trust and, if his guess was correct, had her questioning her ability to be sexual.
He turned to face the man, a couple years older than him but wearing them well enough. Tre appraised him, taking a couple long strides toward him. He looked at the man guarding the front desk.
“You know there’s a restraining order against him brought by Detective Templeton?” The man nodded, a grin in his eyes that didn’t reach his lips. “When she’s here, make sure he isn’t, even if you have to have him arrested.” Tre turned to leave, his arm grabbed tightly. He said a silent prayer and reacted, his right palm coming out straight and level with his hips, catching the man flat in the ribs and buckling him to the floor.
“We have cameras here and don’t tolerate assault,” Duval said with a tsking of his tongue. “Unless Doc Thorne wants to pretend you didn’t assault him, of course.”
“Stay away from her,” he growled from his bent position, his body straightening slowly.
Tre lifted a brow. As if there weren’t enough headaches in her life with her brother’s and father. Now she had an ex declaring her off limits.
“You really want to spend time in jail, don’t you, Bryant?”
“She’s my wife.”
“She made a mistake that she fixed
after four too long months,” Tre corrected coldly, his fist tightening around the bag he carried. “Why are you here?”
“To tell you to keep away from her. She belongs to me.”
“That isn’t going to happen. I suggest you get away from the station, keep away from Natalie and get on with the life you’ve screwed up for yourself. Friendly advice and the last you’ll get from me,” Tre turned and kept walking even when the man shouted after him.
Tre was still shaking his head when the alarms sounded and the first run of the morning began, an accident out on the interstate. Ahh…the glory of mornings.
Four runs later, they pulled into the station, his eyes shifting to his wrist with a satisfied nod. Lunch break and if he was really lucky, his girl will be there with food.
He looked around the room they’d used the day before but it was empty.
“She on the patio, Tre,” Dugan called out to him, his head hitching toward the back. “I told her I’d send you out when you got back from the run.”
“Thanks,” Tre went and quickly washed up before striding through the wide corridors to the large open area used by both the station and the EMT unit. She’d worn her hair in a high riding ponytail today, the light canvas jacket waist length and just enough to cover her holster. The sun popped out now and then above them as he crossed the concrete and slid his palm behind her head, tipping her mouth up to his. “Best thing a man ever could find waiting for him.”
Natalie no longer wondered at how easily the man crept into her mind, taking over the reactions her body had and weaving them tighter and tighter around him.
“You didn’t even ask if I brought food.”
“I’d offer something sappy like I could survive on your kisses alone,” he winked at her and was rewarded with a most dazzling smile he almost melted. “There’s always food inside and across the street.”
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