After parking in the driveway—I was happy to see that my brothers still weren’t home—we went inside. Princess Squeaker came out yawning and brushed up against my leg.
I picked her up and nuzzled her nose with mine. “Hi, Princess.”
“She’s grown so much.” Skylar reached out to pet her, but Squeaker batted at her hand.
“Hey, now. You don’t need to be jealous.” I almost added, Skylar’s just a friend, but there was something about that sentence that I didn’t like. Which was weird—because it was true—but I still didn’t say it.
I put Squeaker down and grabbed Skylar’s hand, tugging her toward my room. The corners of her mouth lifted in a smile as she let me lead her in.
As much as I loved sex—and I really loved it—there was this moment of anticipation before sex that I loved almost as much. Just knowing that in a few minutes I was going to be inside her made my blood run hot.
I shut the door behind us and she took her coat off. Sliding my hands around her waist, I pulled her against me and leaned down to kiss her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing herself close.
“Let’s get you warmed up.” She slipped her hands beneath my shirt, running her palms over my abs, up to my chest.
Our clothes came off between kisses, bit by bit, dropping to the floor. Her skin was warm against mine, and I ran my fingers through her hair, kissing her deeply. She tasted so good, I wanted to devour her.
Maybe I would.
I backed her up to the bed and pushed her onto the mattress. A coil of climbing rope in the corner caught my eye, and suddenly I had an idea.
“Do you want to try something fun?”
A flicker of anxiety crossed her features, but she held my gaze. “Like what?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, but…”
I climbed on top of her and kissed her again—a long, deep kiss. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t like.”
“I know. But if you tell me I need a safe word, that might be a bit much for me.”
My mouth hooked in a grin. “No, but I’m planning on eating your pussy so good you’ll beg for mercy.”
“Oh my god,” she breathed. “Okay yes, I trust you.”
I got up and grabbed the coil of blue rope. Skylar watched me with flushed cheeks and curiosity in her eyes.
This was a first for me—I’d never tied a girl up before—but I knew how to tie a good knot. The rope was smooth, so I wasn’t worried that it would hurt her, as long as I didn’t make it too tight.
I knelt beside her and traced the coil of rope between her tits, over her belly button, and slid it between her legs. Her knees tipped open.
“You need me to make you come, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t worry, Sky. I’ll give you everything you need.”
I took one of her wrists and raised it above her head so I could fasten it to the headboard. She watched me work, her arm relaxed in my grip. I finished with one side and slid my finger between the rope and her skin, making sure it wasn’t too tight.
“Is that okay?”
She tugged gently. “Yeah.”
I repeated the process on the other side, taking my time. The way she was yielding her body to me, giving up control, was such a fucking rush.
“Still good?” I asked.
She nodded.
I moved so I was kneeling in front of her and pushed her legs open. I licked my lips, really glad I always kept rope around. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”
“I thought I was supposed to be warming you up.”
“Fuck, Sky, I’m hot just looking at you.” It was true. I wasn’t cold at all.
I slid my hand up her thigh and brushed her soft pink skin. She trembled at my touch as I dipped a fingertip into her wetness. I teased her clit a little—I really liked playing with her—before bringing my hand to my mouth so I could suck her taste off my finger.
“So fucking good,” I said.
I kissed my way up the insides of her thighs and settled with my face between her legs. I glanced up, and seeing her tied to the bed, stretched out for me, was every bit as hot as the blow job at the drive-in.
Fuck, this girl was amazing.
I licked up her slit, feeling her shudder. Swirled my tongue around her clit. I kept teasing her, little flicks of my tongue while she gasped short breaths. She was already deliciously wet, and I was just getting started.
She tasted so good. Better than any cookie, stolen or otherwise. I went all in, licking and sucking while she writhed, pulling against the ropes. Her moans grew sharper and more frenzied. I slid a finger into her wetness and her silky inner muscles tightened.
I loved doing this to her. Making her feel good. Making her let go.
Her hips moved, her body tensing. I slid another finger inside her and she gasped. I had her now. Pumping my fingers, I relentlessly licked her until she was panting and moaning, her back arching beneath me.
“Oh my god. Yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”
There was no way I was stopping now. Every moan and jerk of her hips spurred me on. I could feel her heat, the walls of her pussy pulsing around my fingers. My dick ached with the desperate need to be inside her, but she was so close. I could feel it.
“Gavin. Oh god. I can’t.”
Her words trailed off and she cried out as she started to come. Her pussy clenched, over and over, while she bucked her hips. I didn’t let up, moving with her, still licking her clit with the pad of my tongue.
Her body relaxed and I gently slipped my fingers out. Let her take a few breaths.
She opened her eyes and blinked at me. “I don’t know what you just did to me, but that was amazing.”
I got back on my knees and caressed her thighs. “I’m glad you liked it. Are your arms okay?”
“Yeah.” Her eyes flicked to her bound wrists. “I want you to fuck me like this.”
I groaned and almost involuntarily, my hand went to my erection. I stroked myself a few times, just taking her in. Enjoying the sight of this beautiful woman tied up in my bed.
“Hell yes, I’ll fuck you like this.”
I paused to get a condom and roll it on. Fuck, this was going to be good. I positioned myself in front of her and pushed her legs open.
“You want this?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Fuck, Sky, I’m so hard for you.” I held my cock at the base and traced it up and down her very wet slit.
She whimpered.
I thrust in, groaning at the feel of her surrounding me. She was hot and tight. Absolutely perfect. With my hands on her thighs, I slid in and out, my eyes all over her. On her wrists, anchored to the headboard. Her tits, bouncing as I fucked her. The flush in her cheeks and the hard peaks of her nipples.
Our gazes met and something stirred in my chest. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were half-open, her lips parted. No fear or worry. Just trust and desire.
I leaned down to kiss her mouth, losing myself in her. In her taste and her scent. Thrusting hard, I drove into her, pressure building fast. My tongue lapped against hers and I groaned as I sank myself deep inside.
No one had ever felt this good before. It was like we fit each other perfectly.
She pulled her knees toward her shoulders and I braced myself on the headboard so I could fuck her harder. I couldn’t get enough. I was an animal, growling and grunting, my muscles clenched tight.
The bed banged against the wall but I didn’t let up. I plunged in and out, burying myself in her, over and over. Her arms strained against the ropes and every noise she made sent jolts of heat through my veins. The tension in my groin built, spreading through my entire body.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
No chance of that. I fucked her relentlessly, driving in deep. Her pussy tightened around me and I groaned hard.
Still gripping the headboard, I thrust again. My back clenched and the pressure in my groin intens
ified, white-hot tension overtaking me. She moaned as she started to come again, the pulses of her inner walls rippling through me.
In a rush of pleasure, I came unglued.
I groaned as I came, my eyes rolling back. My climax swept through me, my dick throbbing inside her. I sank my cock in deep, burying myself in her as I rode out the last waves of my orgasm.
Fuck, she felt so good.
Coming back to reality, I opened my eyes. Skylar blinked at me, her cheeks flushed the sexiest shade of pink.
“Don’t move.” I winked at her and she laughed softly.
“I don’t think I could even if I wasn’t tied up.”
I got up to quickly deal with the condom, then came back and untied her.
She rolled her wrists. I settled in next to her and took one of her hands, bringing it close so I could kiss her reddened skin.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t hurt.”
I kept kissing her, turning her arm so I could press my lips to the soft skin on the inside of her wrist. When I’d thoroughly babied one wrist, I took the other and did the same, kissing her gently.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Aren’t you glad you trusted me?”
“So glad. Your brothers aren’t home, are they?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Good. I’ll be right back.”
She got up and went to the bathroom, then came back a couple of minutes later. I reached for her and she crawled back into bed with me.
I drew the covers up over us and took a contented breath as she rested her head on my shoulder. I felt awesome. Sex with Sky was always great, but something about today had been especially fantastic. Maybe it had been the novelty of tying her up. Or maybe I was still high on the rush of the river plunge.
Or maybe it was just her.
Something about that unsettled me. Cut through the post-orgasm glow. There was another feeling worming its way through my chest. Something I didn’t recognize. Whatever it was, it made me want to hold her tighter. I rested my cheek on her head, trying to push it aside, and just enjoy the feeling of her in my arms, her warm body pressed against mine.
She lifted herself up, resting her head in her hand. “I should probably get going.”
Damn, that was disappointing. “Oh, okay. Do you have something else going on today?”
“No, I just need to get some writing done. The book is coming along, but I hit a snag.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
She smiled. “You’ve already done so much. I don’t know if I would have written anything without you helping me get started. But I think I just need to push through. It’s not so much that I’m blocked, I’m just struggling a bit with how to make this section of the story work. It’s like I can’t quite picture it.”
I touched her face and tucked her hair behind her ear. “All right. I can take you home.”
“Thanks.”
She got up to get dressed and I tamped down the flare of disappointment. And there was that feeling again. Was I worried about her? I didn’t know why I would be. She was writing again, which was great for her. And we were totally cool. We had fun together—fun of various kinds. We’d just had some epic sex. What could possibly be wrong with any of that?
Maybe I was just hungry or something. That didn’t really ring true, but I didn’t know what else it could be.
I got up and got dressed, thinking about Skylar’s writing snag. I’d just had another idea. It wasn’t as good as tying her to my headboard—what would be, honestly—but it was pretty fucking awesome.
Two kick ass ideas in one day. It was good to be back.
30
Skylar
The house was quiet when I got up. I stretched my arms overhead and took a deep breath. The redness around my wrists had faded quickly, but I was still pleasantly sore between my legs. That was a first for me. I’d never been fucked so hard I could actually feel it the next day. In fact, I’d always thought that was a myth.
Not so when you’d been tied to a bed by Gavin Bailey.
That had also been a first. I didn’t want to compare Gavin to Cullen—especially because I wasn’t actually dating Gavin—but it was hard not to. Cullen had never even suggested something like rope in the bedroom. Not that I would have gone for it—not with him. Which was an eye-opening realization. I never would have trusted Cullen enough to be that vulnerable with him.
With Gavin, it was so easy.
It had been exhilarating and fun. I’d loved the feeling of being in his control. It had been different, and even though different often gave me anxiety, it hadn’t.
I went down the hall to use the bathroom and my mom’s bedroom door caught my eye. It was open. I paused and glanced in. The bed was made already. That was odd. Unlike me, Mom wasn’t a morning person. I was usually up before her.
Had she even slept there last night?
She and my dad had both been home yesterday evening. I’d gone up to my room early, and as far as I knew, neither of them had left.
Her empty bedroom was odd. Where was she?
After taking a shower, I got dressed and went down to the kitchen. I flipped on the light and got out the coffee. Apparently Dad wasn’t up either.
The scent of coffee filled the air and I took a seat at the kitchen table while it brewed. Mom had left a book she’d been reading sitting out, so I idly thumbed through the pages.
When the coffee had just about finished brewing, Dad came downstairs, whistling.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he said with a smile.
“Morning.”
He moved around the kitchen and I swear, he had a spring in his step. He seemed lighter, somehow, his spine straight, shoulders back.
“You’re in a good mood,” I said. “Do you have an unexpected day off or something?”
“No, I have to be at the firehouse at eight.” He opened the cupboard and pulled out a travel mug. “Mind if I have a cup of coffee?”
“Help yourself.”
He smiled at me. No, he grinned at me, there was no other way to describe it. He filled his mug with coffee, then poured a cup for me.
“Thanks. Do you know where Mom went?”
“She’s still in bed.”
I glanced up from the book. “Really? I thought I saw her door open and her bed was still—”
Oh.
Oh.
Dad froze, and my eyes widened.
Mom had always known the perfect moment to make an entrance, and this morning was no exception. She waltzed in, dressed in her silk floral robe and I did not miss the smile she gave my dad.
Oh my god. Had my divorced parents slept together last night?
“Morning,” she said, a cheerful lilt to her voice.
“Good morning.” I eyed them both, wondering what the heck was going on.
Neither of them seemed inclined to offer any explanation which, when I thought about it, was probably a good thing. If they’d wound up in bed together last night, I didn’t particularly want to know the details.
My phone saved the day. Before the silence could get too awkward, it binged with a text, giving me an excuse to put my attention somewhere other than the looks my parents were giving each other.
Gavin: Sorry to text so early but I have the best idea.
That made my lips curl in a smile. I was quickly learning that I liked it when Gavin had ideas.
Me: What’s up?
Gavin: It’s a surprise. When can I come get you?
Me: How about twenty minutes?
Gavin: Perfect. See you soon.
“How’s Gavin?” Mom asked, doing nothing to hide the suggestion in her tone.
I lowered my phone. “He’s fine.”
“What about Gavin?” Dad asked casually.
I avoided meeting his gaze. “Nothing. He just wants to get together this morning.”
Dad seemed to be about to say something, but Mom beat him to it.
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nbsp; “I bet it’s good to have him back on duty full-time.” Her eyes flicked to me and I gave her a grateful smile. I didn’t want to get into the nature of my relationship with Gavin right now. Not with Dad.
“Yeah, it makes scheduling easier when we’re at full strength.” He leaned his hip against the counter and took a drink of coffee. “And Gavin’s good for morale. The other guys feed off his energy.”
“He certainly seems like a nice young man,” she said, and I couldn’t tell if that comment was meant for me or Dad. Maybe both of us.
“Somehow he’s turning out all right,” Dad said with a little grin.
Mom’s expression changed, the mirth in her eyes fading into something like surprise. Or maybe curiosity. She tilted her head slightly, gazing at him. “I have a feeling you have a lot to do with that, don’t you?”
Dad cleared his throat and looked at his coffee mug. “I don’t know about that.”
“They were lucky to have you,” Mom said, her voice soft.
Dad met her eyes. “Thank you.”
I got up and gestured toward the stairs. “Gavin’s coming to get me, so I’m going to go blow dry my hair really quick.”
“Have a good day, honey,” Mom said.
“Thanks.”
I went upstairs, idly wondering if I should leave my parents alone together. What was going on with them? Despite not wanting to know the intimate details of anything that might have transpired last night, I was curious. Were they just messing around for old time’s sake? Or was there more?
I’d have to talk to my mom about it later. For now, Gavin had a surprise for me, and I couldn’t wait to see what it was.
We drove down a bumpy back road. Gavin hadn’t told me where we were going and his mischievous smile had me brimming with curiosity. What was he up to?
The road curved, then climbed a small hill before coming to an abrupt end. The trees were thick here, casting a deep shadow over the terrain, and mist hung in the air.
“Okay, you’ve got me,” I said. “I have no idea what we’re doing out here.”
“I was thinking this might help you finish your book.”
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