Golden Binds

by Roberts, Laylah

  “He’ll kill you.”

  “He’d have to catch me. And even if he did, I’m not that easy to kill.”

  There was something different about him tonight. The playboy was still there, but there was a harder edge. He was serious. Completely serious.

  “Why?” she whispered.

  He gazed up at her after lighting the candles. Jesus, did he think this was some kind of date? It wasn’t. It was a nightmare. At least that was what she told herself. Because that was not a stirring of desire she felt. She did not notice how good he looked in the candlelight. How at home he seemed in her bedroom. How fucking hot he was.

  Shit. She certainly did notice that.

  “Why would you risk death to come here?”

  He snorted. “I can tell you, you’re being overly dramatic—”

  “I’m not,” she whispered. “My brother is protective of me.”

  “Your brother is a criminal.” There was a coldness to him now. He didn’t approve of Carlin. Well, neither did she most of the time. Didn’t mean she didn’t love him.

  “I’m not going to discuss my brother with you.”

  His gaze narrowed. “You will. Eventually. It’s going to be something we’ll have to talk about. In-depth. But I’ll leave that to Joe.”

  What? Christ, she was confused.

  “Sit, Gigi. I’m getting a crick in my neck.”

  She shook her head but sat. Because he was wearing her down. Chipping away at her defenses. He seemed to know she didn’t want him dead and he was using that weakness to get what he wanted.

  “You’re manipulating me.”

  “In the nicest possible way.” He studied her. “You look tired.”

  “Well, some asshole woke me in the middle of the night by throwing pebbles at my window.” She rubbed at her forehead. She thought it might bruise.

  “Come here.”

  “What?”

  He sighed. “Do you always question every order?”

  “I don’t like orders.”

  “You’re going to have to get used to them. I’m more easy-going than either of my brothers. When they give a command, they expect instant obedience. Especially Sawyer. And he has his way of punishing those who disobey him. But you’ve experienced that first hand.”

  Her ass tingled in memory. “He’s a maniac.”

  He grinned as he poured them both some wine. “Sometimes.”

  “You can’t tell me he goes around spanking everyone who disobeys him.”

  “Of course not.” He handed her the wine, and she took it automatically. “But you’re special.”

  She couldn’t help it. It was stupid. But even knowing that, a surge of warmth filled her at his words. She gulped the wine, trying to cool herself down.

  “Easy, darling. I don’t want you drunk. Just mellowed out.”

  She narrowed her gaze. “You think plying me with alcohol will make it easier to get into my pants.”

  “I don’t need the alcohol to get into your pants.” He stared down at her crossed legs. “You won’t wear those boxers around anyone but us.”

  What the fuck?

  “I’m not in the habit of entertaining people in my PJs.” Just because she was agreeing with him didn’t mean she was obeying him.

  His gaze was dark. She shivered a little at the intensity. The heat. He held a forkful of food to her mouth.

  “I can feed myself.”

  “You’re taking too long. I don’t have all night.”

  “I’m not sleeping with you.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  Well. Good. She was glad they’d cleared that up.

  “I have no intentions of sleeping while I’m in your bed.”

  Her breath sped up. He fed her another forkful. Her stomach was tied in knots, though, and she waved the next one away.

  “You really are arrogant. What makes you think I want to have sex with you?”

  “Oh, you want to. You can’t fake your reaction to me.” He glanced down at her chest. She followed his gaze, gasping as she saw the way her nipples were pressed against her top.

  “It’s cold in here.”

  He just smiled. He knew it wasn’t the cold causing her nipples to harden. He also knew she was damp, and her clit throbbed. Oh, she wanted him.

  “You tell yourself that, darling, if it makes you feel any better. But we both know the truth.” He pulled out another container and opened the lid. She gaped at the contents. “Are those real strawberries?”

  “Yep. I had them imported.”

  Which would have cost a fortune. She’d only tried a strawberry once, as a small child. Fresh fruit and vegetables were hard to come by in this part of the US. They had to be shipped across several states and ended up being so expensive nobody could afford them. Except him, of course.

  She revised her estimate that they’d fallen on hard times. He picked one up and ran the tip along her lips. She knew she shouldn’t let herself be seduced with an expensive berry. She knew she should reject him. Didn’t mean that was what she was going to do. She’d never claimed to make the best decisions.

  “Open,” he told her in a low voice. Her lips parted, and he slid part of the berry between them. Her gaze was caught on his, and she noted the way his eyes started to glow. She needed to ask him about that. Then all thought faded as she bit into the sweet berry. She made a low noise in her throat and closed her eyes.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re killing me.”

  She opened her eyes and stared at him. “What?”

  “If you make those noises every time you eat a strawberry, I’m going to have them flown in daily. Tell me, do you make those little murmurs of pleasure at other times?”

  Her pulse raced. She stared at him, lost in him. “I don’t know.”

  He crooked an eyebrow. “Then I guess it’s up to me to find out.” He was moving before she even registered it, and had her flat on her back, looming over her. A hint of panic filled her mind even as her body heated.

  “I can’t do this.”

  “You can.” He leaned over her, kissed her, and she was gone. His mouth was hot and hard. His tongue talented and lethal. She gave into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him. He placed a leg between hers, and she rubbed against him without a care. Later, she’d probably be embarrassed by her reaction to him. But, right now, she cared about nothing except assuaging the hunger flooding her.

  “This is a mistake,” she panted out as he kissed down her neck, nipped at her skin, then laved the small wound with his tongue.

  “Nothing that feels this good could be a mistake.”

  Yeah, she wasn’t so certain.

  “My brother—”

  He growled at her. Actually growled. She stared up at him in shock.

  “Do not speak of him while I have my hands on you. He does not belong here with us.”

  She shook her head. “He owns this house. Owns me.”

  “No. No, he does not own you. Or he won’t for long. We will. My brothers and I.”

  She gaped at him in shock. That quickly morphed to anger. “I don’t want to be owned by anyone.”

  He grinned then nipped her bottom lip. “Yes, you do. You want to be ours. You want to be taken by us. To feel pleasure like you’ve never felt before. You’ll be cherished, protected, and cared for. And you’ll have all the fucking strawberries and Twinkies your heart desires.”

  “I can’t be bought with Twinkies and strawberries,” she told him. Although it was a pretty enticing bribe. What the hell did he mean they would own her? What was going on here?

  “No? I’ll have to find something else to sway you with. Would it make a difference if I told you that you would own us as well?” He spoke between kisses laid along her collarbone. Jesus, who knew that could feel so damn good. He moved lower to her breasts. They were still covered by her T-shirt, but her nipples were hard, pressing against the tight material. He moved so he lay next to her, on his side. Then
reaching over, he ran his thumb lightly over her left nipple. She shivered and gasped.

  “Do you like your nipples being touched?”

  She guessed so. She was the only one who’d ever touched them before him.

  “Tell me what you like.”

  Fucked if she knew. She cleared her throat. “Everything.”

  His eyebrows rose. “That’s a wide net.” He leaned down and sucked her other nipple into his mouth. She cried out at the delicious sensation. Her hips rose. Her clit ached. Sharp edges of arousal slashed at her. He continued to suckle on her, seemingly oblivious to the way she wrapped her hands in his hair. She’d had the intention of pulling him back, yet pressed him closer instead. His fingers plucked at her other nipple.

  It was too much. She couldn’t take it. He drew back, and she glared at him. He chuckled.

  “Easy, darling. I’m not going to leave you hanging. But I want to see you.” She realized she wanted the same. He grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt. “Sit up.”

  She hesitated. No one had seen her naked since she was a child. She was skinny, maybe too thin. She had little in the way of curves or boobs. Isn’t that what men wanted?

  “Gigi, sit up or I’m going to rip this shirt off you.”

  She narrowed her gaze. “Don’t you dare.”

  “You have until the count of three. One.”

  She grabbed his wrists. “Two.”

  “Fine. Fucking fine.” She sat up.

  “Joe is going to paddle your ass for that sort of language.”

  “You swear!”

  “Yeah, but I’m too big for him to put over his knee. You’re just right.” He whipped off her tee and whistled. “No, I was wrong. You’re better than just right.”

  It warmed something inside her, pushed away some of her self-conscious doubt, to see the admiration in his gaze. He reached out and cupped her breast in his hand, running his thumb across the hard nub. She cried out.

  Oh, fuck.

  “They’re small.” Shit. Now why did she go and point that out to him?

  “Perfect.”

  She snorted. “How much of that wine have you had to drink?”

  His eyes glittered. “I’m not drunk. You are perfect. Keep disparaging yourself, and I’ll forget I’m not into doling out punishments to naughty little girls.”

  “I am not a little girl.”

  “No?” His gaze turned teasing. “I could see you dressed in a catholic school-girl uniform, being reprimanded by the principal for flirting with the teachers, for wearing your skirt too short, and having your shirt too low cut.”

  “And you would play the principal?” It should have sounded ridiculous. Instead, she wanted it. Could see it play out.

  “Oh, no. I’d be one of the helpless teachers you seduced with your wicked ways.”

  “Helpless, right.” She snorted. He pushed her gently onto her back. “That’s not how I would describe you.”

  “Neither would I. Except when it comes to you. There is something about you that captivates me, Gigi. It has from the moment I entered the pantry and saw you.”

  “What? So, you don’t come-on to every girl who tries to steal your Twinkies?” She attempted to lighten the mood. Because this couldn’t be real. They’d just met and not under ideal circumstances.

  “Darling, you are welcome to my Twinkie any time you like.”

  “Why do I get the feeling you’re not talking about the sweet treat?”

  “Oh, it will be a treat.”

  He cupped her breast, then teased her nipple, running his tongue over it, blowing out a breath on the wet nub then sucking on it until she was almost beside herself.

  “Please, Garret. Please.”

  “I like hearing you say my name. Say it again.”

  “Garret.” It was said with a low moan.

  “What do you need, darling?”

  “I don’t know,” she cried. “I don’t know.”

  “Sh. It’s okay, I’m going to take care of you.”

  It was almost too much. How was she supposed to survive the feelings flooding through her? How could she think?

  “It’s okay.” He was kissing his way down her tummy. He reached the top of her boxers.

  She shook her head. It wasn’t.

  “I’m going to make certain you’re well taken care of.”

  “I don’t know what to do.”

  He paused, glanced up at her. “Don’t you?”

  “No.” She thought he might turn away from her. Disgusted by her lack of experience. Instead, he slipped the boxers down over her hips, revealing her shaved pussy.

  “No hair.” He slid a finger over her mound.

  “I like the way it feels.”

  He slipped a finger down her slit. “So do I.”

  He sat up to push the boxers all the way down her legs. Then he drew her thighs apart and knelt between them. She blushed, aware she was fully on display. Thank God, the room was only lit by candles and her lamp. Surely, he couldn’t see much. Although with the way his gaze was focused on her pussy, she got the feeling he could see plenty.

  “Now that is a pretty sight.” He reached out and ran his finger through her folds.

  Oh, fuck. She arched up as he briefly touched her clit. He grinned. “My, you are reactive. Do you know how hot that is? To have you respond to me like this? With such pleasure? Such heat? It’s fucking addictive it what it is.” He drew his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. She watched, in shock.

  “Delicious.”

  She shook her head. “You’re nuts.”

  “Am I?” He ran those same fingers through her folds again, pressed just the tip of one into her entrance. She stiffened.

  “No, no, don’t stiffen up. There’s going to be no part of your body that I won’t know intimately, Gigi. No part that I won’t have licked and touched and devoured. And you’ll do the same with me.”

  What about his brothers? He’d mentioned them before. Maybe he hadn’t meant it. They couldn’t possibly share her. That was insane.

  He raised his fingers and held them to her lips. She shook her head, pressing her lips together. Uh-uh, no way. If he wanted to taste her that was on him, but she was in no way inclined to do the same. That was just too weird.

  “Open,” he commanded.

  She shook her head again. He wiped a finger over her lips. “Open, Gigi. I promise you’ll like it.” She gave him a suspicious look but with a put-upon sigh, she opened her mouth.

  “Suck on me.”

  She sucked. Saw the way his eyelids drooped, his jaw clenched. Did that turn him on? Is that what that reaction meant?

  “Dear Lord, I cannot wait until I feel that mouth around my dick.”

  “Now?” Shit. Had she just said that?

  He grinned. “Not right now. This is about you. But later. Oh, yes. Your mouth is going to feel so good sucking me, tasting me.”

  Yeah, she thought she might just like that. He used his hands to press her legs open even wider. The cool air hit her hot folds, and she shivered.

  “You are so wet.”

  “Is that a good thing?”

  “Oh, it’s a very good thing. I want you nice and wet when I take you.”

  She opened her mouth to tell him. To come clean. But then he leaned in and ran his tongue through her folds. She cried out, attempting to muffle the sounds with her arm. Yeah, the walls were thick, but she didn’t want to chance one of her brother’s goons walking past and reporting back to him.

  “Is the door locked?” Garret asked. His breath whispered across her clit, and she shivered.

  “Yes.” On both sides.

  “Good. Because I’ll kill anyone who interrupts this.”

  * * *

  He reached for the bottle of wine and then shocked her by tipping some onto her breast. The cold vintage made her gasp, but he chased it with his warm mouth, making her groan. He dribbled some onto her tummy, trailed the rivulets with his tongue. Then he moved the bottle lower. He wou
ldn’t dare, would he?

  Oh, she should have known better.

  He lay between her open legs and tipped some cold wine onto her pussy. He hummed as he lapped the wine from her skin. Jesus, this was like nothing she’d ever imagined. Decadent. Playful. Intense. He set the bottle of wine down then parted her lips with his fingers and ran his tongue up her slit.

  “The wine was delicious. But you taste like fucking heaven.”

  When he reached her clit, his tongue jabbed at it. There was something hovering close by. She grasped at the carpet beneath her, hoping for something to anchor herself with. With one hand, he reached up and took hold of hers. She clung to him. He circled her clit. Her thighs trembled. She felt something well inside her. A wave that built in momentum as he flicked at that bundle of nerves. Hitting the same delicious spot over and over. She tensed, crying out as she shattered. His hand moved quickly to her mouth, smothering her screams of pleasure. Her pussy contracted. Released. The orgasm pounded into her. Waves washed through her. She’d never experienced this before. Ever.

  She was dimly aware of him laying a kiss to her mound then lying on his back and pulling her on top of him, cuddling her close.

  “Sh. Sh.” He ran his hand up and down her back, holding her close. “It’s okay.”

  It was then she realized she was crying. Holy shit. That was embarrassing. She clumsily wiped at the tears. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry. Sometimes when you experience a hard orgasm it can be overwhelming.”

  So overwhelming that she cried like a baby? She never cried. What must he think of her? Although if the hard rod poking into her stomach was any indication, her tears weren’t reducing his own arousal.

  She swallowed heavily. She knew what came next, and there was something she definitely needed to tell him before they moved on any further. She’d hoped he would have caught the hints she’d laid out, but that didn’t seem to be happening. She just wished she didn’t have to break the mood.

  “Garret?”

  “Yeah,” he said lazily, squeezing her ass with his hand. She felt a pulse of desire. He massaged her buttocks with his hands. “Like that, don’t you?”

  She thought it best not to answer. Besides, she thought it was obvious how much she liked it.