by Roni Loren
Pike raised his head. “If my feelings have changed?”
She rolled her lips inward and nodded.
He laughed, his body feeling lighter. “Are you kidding? I’ve been a fucking mess since the day I left. I’m surprised the band hasn’t fired me yet for being so goddamned lame.”
Her lips curved. “Really?”
He reached up, taking her face in his hands. “Yes. Christ, Oakley. I fucking love you. Like completely over-the-top love you. I wanted to say it the night I proposed and chickened out, but it was there the whole time. It’s been there for a while. I can’t even believe you’re here right now. I’ve imagined you so many times that I’m not fully convinced I’m not going to wake up on the bus here in a second.”
“You love me?”
He laughed. “Yes, goddammit. You have cotton in your ears, woman? I’m in love with you. Want me to tattoo it across my chest? Because I will.”
Her smile went full throttle at that. “I’m in love with you, too. But I won’t be tattooing it anywhere. Tattoos are dumb.”
At that, he couldn’t stop himself any longer. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“This is a good plan.”
She barely had the words out before he leaned forward and claimed that lush mouth for himself. Oakley, his Oakley, was here. She loved him.
All his need and desperation surged in him at once, and she surrendered the instant they connected. Her hands gathered in his T-shirt like she was afraid that he was an illusion, too, like it’d all be ripped away. He groaned when her lips parted and finally, finally they were joined again—tongues stroking and breath mingling. His fingers slid into her hair and he angled her back against the couch, lifting himself and climbing onto the couch with her. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to devour her in one swift gulp, all the weeks apart making him feel wild and possessive.
She moaned softly into his mouth and settled against the arm of the couch as he braced himself over her. Already, he could feel himself go hard behind his fly. Shit, he was acting like a horny, clumsy teenager. But then she grabbed his ass and dragged him forward until he was straddling her.
Hell, yeah. Maybe they could be clumsy and desperate together.
“Tell me to stop, mama,” he said, trailing kisses along her throat. “Tell me to stop so we can finish talking.”
She grabbed his hair and tipped her head back to give him better access to her throat. “We can talk later.”
“Fuck yes, we can,” he said, shoving the bottom of her dress to her waist and finding her heat. He pressed against the soft satin of her panties and rubbed. God, she was soaked already. “Talking later is an excellent idea.”
He tugged off her panties and tossed them to the side and then lowered himself farther down the couch. He grabbed the backs of her thighs and draped her legs over his shoulders. For a moment, he let himself enjoy the view. Oakley breathless, face flushed, and body open to him like the sexiest, most tempting meal.
He ran a finger along her slick flesh, enjoying the way she quivered and gasped at his touch. He would never get tired of exploring every secret inch of her, of tasting her need. He lowered himself between her legs and replaced the touch of his finger with that of his mouth.
She groaned and her thighs tightened around him. She wouldn’t last long. He could feel the tension in her, like a bowstring pulled tight. But he was going to take his time. He’d lost hours in the last month, torturing himself with scenes just like this, remembering her taste and the eager way she responded to his touch—so open and honestly sexual. Oakley was real in a way he’d never experienced with anyone else. Nothing was put on for his benefit. She was in this with him as much as he was with her.
He dipped his fingers inside her, his dick flexing at the feel of all that warm flesh tightening around his fingers, and he sucked her clit into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. Oakley gasped and her hold on his head went painfully tight. He loved it, loved the feel of her losing her control.
He stroked slow and deep inside and nipped her skin again, knowing his woman liked a dose of pain with her pleasure.
“Oh, God.” Oakley’s voice was muffled above him, her thighs clamped over his head.
“Come for me, mama,” he said, curving his fingers inside her.
She cried out, gritty and loud, and her muscles fluttered around his fingers. Her rise and fall were quick—an orgasm after a long break, sharp and spiked.
He slid her legs from his shoulders, kissing her thigh as he sat up. Normally, he’d give her a second to catch her breath, but he knew what he felt like after a long break. The first orgasm just made you hungrier for another. He reached for the button on his jeans and opened his fly. But as he was shoving his pants down, a sobering thought smacked him. “Fuck.”
Oakley lifted her head, her eyes still a little glazed from the orgasm. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have any condoms with me.”
“Got it.” She arched her back, grabbing her purse off the side table and digging through it. She pulled out a chain of foil packets. “Brand-new, non-expired. I promise.”
He grinned as he ripped one of the packets open and rolled on the condom. “Well, weren’t you optimistic? What if I would’ve said I’d totally gotten over you?”
She shrugged. “This is Vegas. I’ve heard the male escorts here are the hottest in the country.”
He laughed and pinched her hip. “Smart-ass.”
“Hey, not all of us have groupies lining up for free services,” she said, trying to pull off a teasing tone but not quite succeeding.
He frowned and leaned down, bracing his arms on each side of her. “There’ve been no groupies, mama.”
Her eyes were serious as they met his. “It’s okay if there were. We weren’t together. I know how things can be …”
He sighed. “Honesty, right?”
She wet her lips. “Yeah.”
He bent down and pressed his forehead to hers. “There have been no other girls. You’ve ruined me. Everything seems empty and ridiculous if it’s not you there with me.”
She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him. “I know what you mean.”
He put his lips to hers, taking her mouth in a languorous kiss, and she reached between their bodies. When her hand wrapped around his cock, he groaned into her mouth.
He thought she was about to guide him inside her, but instead her fingers found the base of his condom. She rolled it up and off him.
He broke away from this kiss. “What are you doing?”
She slid her fingers over his bare cock. “I got on the pill after you left. If there’s been no one else, I want you inside me, Pike. Skin to skin.”
He closed his eyes, inhaling a harsh breath at how good her hand felt and at the trust she was putting in him. He’d told her he hadn’t been with anyone, and she hadn’t questioned it. That untwisted something inside him, opening doors he didn’t even know had been locked. He traced his hand down her side and grabbed her thigh, opening her to him.
He’d never gone bare in a woman. And now he was happy he hadn’t. His list of conquests and bad behavior was long, but he still had a few things he could offer just to Oakley. “You’ll be my first. Bet you never thought those words would come out of my mouth.”
She smiled, dazzling him with the emotion in her eyes. “I’d much rather be your last.”
His lungs squeezed at that, but he didn’t want to read too much into her statement. He was okay taking this one step at a time. He wouldn’t rush her this time. “I love you, mama.”
“I love you, too.” She guided her hands up to his face, cupping his jaw. “Now fuck me, Pike.”
He laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”
He positioned himself against her entrance, hooked her leg around his hip, and pushed forward. Sound rumbled through him low and long as her wet heat enveloped him, taking him inside her body with a cashmere grip. “Fucking hell.”
Her nails dug into his back. �
��Yes. That.”
He eased his hips back then sunk deep again, taking it slow and reining in his reaction as much as he could. It’d been so long since he’d been with her and feeling her pussy clenching around him, flesh against flesh, no barrier to shield the intensity of the sensation, was enough to drive him mad with the need to fuck hard and fuck now.
He supported himself on the arm of the couch and rocked into her, his muscles tense with restraint, and as he lifted his head, he caught sight of their reflection in the wall of windows. The back of her head and him looming over her. Well, that wouldn’t do.
He grabbed her leg and slid out of her. “Turn over, mama. Let’s enjoy the show together.”
Oakley didn’t hesitate. She flipped over and he tugged her dress the rest of the way off and unhooked her bra. Now she was fully naked for him while he still had everything on, his jeans shoved down his thighs. The difference in their state of undress had a surge of power going through him—that burgeoning dominant side of his stirring now that his woman was back in his grasp.
He grabbed Oakley’s ponytail and lifted her head so that she could see herself in the reflection. “Watch how fucking sexy you look taking my cock.”
He slid between her spread thighs and watched as her lids went heavy in the reflection, a look of absolute greed coming over her face, like she wanted this more than anything. That hunger spurred him on. It wasn’t a romantic look, it wasn’t sweet. His girl wanted to be fucked hard.
“I want to hurt you, mama. Break you in two and put you back together.” The words slipped out unbidden, some inner thought making it past his normal filter. And the truth of it resonated through him. He wanted to hurt her, hurt her in the best way possible. Make her beg. Make her scream.
“Then hurt me,” she said, challenge and grit in her voice.
The words made every bit of his blood light on fire. “Keep looking in that window. And don’t you dare come until I tell you.”
“Yes, Pike,” she said, the deferent words brazen coming off her lips.
He grabbed her hip with bruising force, pumping his cock into her, and with his other hand, he reached down and grabbed her breast. It was soft and warm in his hand, but when he found her nipple, he gave it a hard pinch.
She gasped and her cunt gripped him like a vise. Fuck.
He gave the same treatment to the other nipple, then tugged on it. “You’d be so fucking hot with clamps on these and a chain between them. Or maybe we should just pierce them and I can tug on them whenever I want.”
Her entire body shuddered in his hold, and his teeth clenched as he tried to hold back his release.
Goddamn. It was one thing to play rough. He’d done it in his past on occasion. But feeling exactly what some extra bite did to Oakley made something inside him click into place. He’d always been the one to tease his friends about their sadistic streaks. But now he understood. Because when your woman is the one craving it, when you know you can be the one to give her that knife’s edge of pleasure/pain, it’s a freaking high.
He couldn’t wait to get her to The Ranch and really explore that masochistic streak of hers. But right now, he just needed to fuck her and feel her fall apart beneath him.
He clamped his hands around her waist and dragged her back along his cock, shifting the direction of the motion and making his own hips go still. He could tell the instant it registered what he was doing. Physically, not much different, but mentally a big one. He was using her body how he wanted. Letting her feel like she was just the object to slake his need. And based on the way she moaned, it’d had the desired effect.
“That’s right, mama,” he said, his voice strained. “You’re all mine right now. Just be a good girl and don’t fight.”
She pressed her face into the arm of the couch. “God, why does that make me hotter?”
He grinned and grasped her hair again. “Head up, gorgeous. You’re going to watch every second of this.”
She lifted her gaze to the reflection and met his—naked desire there. He let go of her hair and reached out for a throw pillow. It was canvas-covered, soft enough not to hurt but rough enough to make a difference. He shoved it between her thighs, positioning the corner of it where he wanted.
“Keep that there.” He gripped her waist again and dragged her back over his shaft.
The pillow grazed over her clit and she jolted. “Oh, fuck.”
He smiled to himself and draped himself over her, reaching around to palm her breasts. When her inner muscles tightened around him, he increased the strength and pace as he thrust into her. His fingers pinched and rolled her nipples as he rocked her roughly against the pillow.
He pressed his face into the crook of her shoulder, the smell of her shampoo mixing with the musky scent of sweat and sex. He’d never smelled a better combination. “You have permission to come, love.”
“Don’t. Wanna. Yet. So. Good.”
He knew the feeling, but as her heat clasped around him, needy and tight, he knew neither of them would last much longer.
He put his lips next to her ear. “It’s that good for me, too, baby. You’re so hot and slippery around my cock. I’m slick with your juices and leaking for you. It’s never been this good. Never. Your body was made for mine. You were made for me. You wreck me, Oakley Easton.”
She cried out at that, the sound exploding out of her and echoing through the cavernous ceilings of the room as she tipped over into orgasm. Her body rocked and shook beneath him, the force of her release making his caveman gene flare full force. He’d done this to her. Made a put-together woman fall to pieces. And that’s when he lost the last shred of his own control.
Fire rushed down his spine, drawing up his balls, and sending pleasure rocketing through him with shocking impact. His hips pistoned into her, the movement no longer in his conscious control, and soon the couch was sliding a little with each deep thrust, making a grinding sound that seemed to fit with theirs, mixing with Oakley’s cries and his guttural grunts.
The release seemed to stretch on, making his vision blur and his mind buzz. Coming with her was a high like no other he’d ever felt—with drugs, on stage—none of it compared. He wanted to glut himself on her. Never let her go. He said her name like a prayer and kissed every place he could reach until they were both completely spent.
When they’d finally collapsed into a pile of sweat and unmoving limbs, he wrapped an arm around her waist and rolled them onto their sides, his cock still buried inside her.
He took a few moments to catch his breath and bask in the residual sensations, enjoying the feel of his erection softening inside her. It was a luxury he’d never had, always afraid of compromising a condom. Oakley didn’t seem to mind a little quiet time either. He traced his fingers over her arm idly, enjoying the softness of her skin, her warmth, the feel of her against him.
“Mmm,” she said on a long expelled breath. “I don’t think we should move ever again.”
He kissed her shoulder. “I’m okay with that. I can reach the phone from here. We can get people to bring us food and water.”
She laughed and the movement made her clench around him again, sending a shiver through him.
“Though I think we may be ruining whoever’s couch this is. And the pillow’s a total loss.”
She snorted. “I hope Kade’s a good friend then.”
“Kade?”
“When Gibson heard I was coming out here to see you, he asked his brother if I could use his vacation home. Kade said yes and also flew me out here on his company’s private plane.”
Pike propped himself up on his elbow. “You let Kade know about us? Doesn’t that mean Tessa will find out?”
Oakley shifted then, separating their bodies and turning in his arms. “I needed to tell her why I was asking for a few days off. She seemed surprised at first and then muttered something about those Ranch boys.”
Pike chuckled and grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch to drape over them. “She outed herself
, then.”
“Not in so many words. But yeah, I figured out that meant she and Kade probably weren’t as sweet and vanilla as I thought.”
“Definitely not. Hang around The Ranch long enough and you’ll see just how not sweet Kade can be. He can give a caning that will make you hurt just from watching.”
“Yeah, I saw one the other day. Not by Kade but by that guy Colby. His boyfriend seemed to enjoy it, but I don’t think I’m quite that hardcore.”
Pike’s brows lowered. “Hold up. How the hell did you see Keats getting a caning?”
“Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. A girl has needs. Gibson took me to The Ranch a few times to take the edge off.”
He froze but when he caught sight of her smirking face, he gave her thigh a hard pop. “Not nice, mama. Not nice at all.”
She laughed. “It’s partly true. For the last two weeks, he’s gotten me in so I can take a few training classes.”
Pike blinked. “What?”
She bit her lip. “I didn’t know how things would turn out when I came out here, but I wanted to learn more about … about that thing that happens between us. I knew about BDSM from my calls, but that wasn’t real research. That was the silly porn version of it. I wanted to see the real-life stuff, see if what I was feeling fit into that. So Gibson set me up to work with Tessa’s friend Sam.”
“Gibson talked to Sam?”
“Yeah. It was kind of awkward. Is there something between them?”
“Yes. Unrequited lust and Gibson’s hard head.”
“Oh.” She tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder. “Well, she’s great. She kind of walked me through the basics of both sides. We did a few mock scenes.”
He shifted higher so he could look down at her. “Hold up, you did girl-on-girl kink and didn’t invite me to watch?” He groaned and lay back. “You are so dead to me, Oakley Easton. Dead.”
She snorted. “It wasn’t like that. She’s gorgeous—and damn, is she intimidating as a domme—but I kind of have this obsession with this boy. It’s super inconvenient.”