Blazing Hearts: Books 1-3 (3 page)

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, she pushed harder on Tyson’s solid chest. “Let go of me.”

“Got a better idea,” he said. He bent and the next thing she knew she was over his shoulder, her feet kicking about madly. Tyson swatted her ass cheek a good one, making her yelp and go still. “That’s better. Now. Let’s continue this talk back at my place.”

Gulping, she stopped struggling as he carried her down the drive path near the horse run and then over to one of the ranch homes situated back there. He showed no signs of tiring from carrying her. It was as if she weighed nothing at all.

“Tyson,” she breathed out.

He stepped up and onto the screened porch. The screen door slammed shut behind them as he headed into the house. He kept going, right through the living room area and into one of the three bedrooms. She yelped again as he deposited her rather ungracefully onto the king-sized bed there. The red comforter was softer than it looked. Her skirt rode high, showing off her silk pink panties.

Tyson’s gaze snapped directly to them. He licked his lips. “Damn woman, I bet you taste like Heaven.”

“Tyson!”

“Don’t give me that look,” he said. “We’ve been dancin’ around this for years. If you don’t want me this way, say so now and I’ll walk you back to the main house. But, Lexie, know if you walk out that door I’m done chasin’ you.”

“Chasing me?” she asked. “You’ve never chased me. You have no interest in me that way.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Woman, are you blind?”

“What?”

He leaned over her, crowding her to the point she leaned back on the bed. Tyson simply crawled onto the bed over her. He met her gaze, his iced tea slicked body pressing against hers. “I went to Boston to bring you home.”

“You did not,” she whispered.

His gaze said otherwise. “I couldn’t do it, Lex. I couldn’t get myself to go over to that college when I was there and drag you away. You didn’t want to be here. You deserved better than here, better than me. I get that now.”

She touched his scruffy jaw line and inhaled his scent. It was there, masked by the tea, but evident all the same. It drove her mad with need and made her have to focus on her thoughts. “You really went to Boston?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re telling me you want me?”

He exhaled slowly. Even in the moment, he still was intimidating to a certain degree. He oozed alpha male. There was no question that even when he was letting his guard down, Tyson was still a full-blooded male, and this was about as soft as his soft side went. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

Her bottom lip quivered. She tugged at the back of his neck and he lowered his head. Their lips met. The kiss was explosive. She melted against him, letting him lead, letting him make love to her mouth and claim it fully. She hated how weak she was to Tyson Morrows, but then again, he seemed mighty weak to her as well.

She smiled against his lips and he paused their kiss. His turquoise gaze held amusement. “You wouldn’t be grinnin’ if you knew what I wanted to do to you.”

“Tie me up and spank me,” she offered.

He stilled, a crease forming on his forehead. “What?”

She kept her hands on his shoulders. “People talk. A lot.”

Tyson tried to pull away from her. She didn’t let him. “Stay.”

His eyelids fluttered shut and he turned his head. “You deserve more than this. More than me. You’re fancy. I’m not.”

“Fancy?” she asked, nearly laughing as the word fell over her lips.

“You’re Boston.”

She did laugh at that. She was hardly Boston. When she’d been there she’d felt out of place and homesick. “Kiss me, cowboy.”

He seemed confused at first before putting his nose to hers. “But you’ve heard about what I like sexually.”

“Yes.”

He sighed. “You’re not the type of girl who likes to be spanked or tied up.”

“And how would you know? Maybe I’m totally into nipple clamps and getting flogged.”

His jaw set. “Who touched you? And how the hell do you know about clamps and floggers?”

“I didn’t live under a rock while in Boston.” She pinched his chin, getting far too much enjoyment out of his jealous look than she should.

She thought he might very well run from the room and straight to Boston to kick someone’s butt. “I want all the names. Now.”

“None to give,” she replied.

“Dammit, Lexie, I’m not playin’. Tell me who dared to touch you.”

With a roll of her eyes, she laughed softly. “I can read, Ty. I read about different kinky things. I’ve never done them.”

He eyed her. “What, exactly, have you done and with who?”

“Back to this?”

He gave a curt nod. “Yeah. We never left the topic.”

She hid her laughter. “No one has touched me.”

He relaxed somewhat, the crease in his brow smoothing out.

“Ty, I want you. All of you. The good. The bad. And the stubborn jerk.”

He huffed.

She kissed him, cutting off his protest. His hands found the front of her dress and she heard the fabric ripping. As much as she loved the dress and didn’t want it ruined, she wanted Tyson more. Wanted to know the feel of his hands on her bare skin and the feel of his body in hers.

She arched her back to him as cool air skated over her bare skin. His hands went to her bra. He tore it off as well.

His eyes held want and desire as he stared down at her. “So sexy,” he whispered, making her grin slightly.

Tyson ran his hand up her side, pushing her torn dress open more. He cupped her left breast, his gaze colliding with hers. “They’re even prettier than I pictured them.”

Pleasure moved through her as he tweaked her nipple artfully. He then pinched it to just this side of pain before dipping his head and kissing her again. She wasn’t exactly sure what she should be doing so she did what felt right—she ran her hands over his upper arms and back. Every ounce of him was hard. It excited her more.

He seemed so large on top of her she wasn’t sure how Tyson wasn’t crushing her. All she knew was she wanted more than he was giving. She ground up against him, grunting, frustrated, desperate for more pleasure.

He chuckled into her mouth. “Mmm, eager beaver?”

“Tyson,” she pleaded.

He drew back from her lips and trailed kisses down her neck to her collar bone, and then he focused on her breasts. He moved back and forth between them, treating them to kisses, licks, tiny sucks. Each swipe of his tongue made her moan harder. Her torn open dress acted like restraints, keeping her from having full mobility. She wanted to touch all of him but couldn’t reach, not with the way the dress was pinned beneath her, holding her arms down as well.

She struggled to no avail. “Tyson, please.”

He grinned up at her, his hands on her breasts, his lips hovering above her nipple. “Keep wigglin’ and I’ll use the dress to tie you to my headboard. Then I’ll lick every fuckin’ inch of you until you scream for me.”

“I’ll scream for you now,” she said so quickly it surprised her.

He chuckled. “Good girl. Now, be still while I taste every inch of you.”

Her eyes widened as she got his meaning. “Tyson, no. I’ve never…no one has ever…”

“Oh, I’m gonna lick that pussy of yours. Get used to the idea now because nothing is gonna stop me.”

Her inner thighs flooded with cream at the promise. She found herself forcing her legs open for him in anticipation of what was to come. He seemed pleased by the action. Then, he paused, and moved off her in one fluid motion. Confused, she moved to her elbows, her dress torn open, her breasts free, wearing only her panties.

“Tyson?”

His movements were stiff as he went to his closet. When he returned, it was with soft looking rope. She jerked. “W-what are you planning to do with that?”

“You keep on moving. I warned you.”

She paled. “No.”

He met her gaze. “If you can’t handle me, I’ll go, and you can find one of my shirts to wear when you leave.”

Was he saying it was all or nothing?

She wanted him but wasn’t sure she was up for what she’d heard he liked. She bit at her lower lip and then pulled at her dress, trying to get it to cover her. “I’ll go.”

Had she not seen the flash of panic in Tyson’s eyes, the obvious sign he didn’t want her to go, she’d have walked out assuming that he meant it—he didn’t want her if she wasn’t into his kink.

Tyson’s neck worked as he swallowed hard. He nodded to her and took a deep breath. “I’ll get you a shirt. I’m sorry I did this. I shouldn’t have brought you here. I shouldn’t have…”

Finding resolve she wasn’t sure she’d even possessed, Lexie looked at him. “Tyson,” she said, as she released her torn dress and then slid it all the way off. “Get your sexy ass over here and finish what you started. I’ve been waiting for years to touch you and yes, I’m going to wiggle. I want you. Get used to that fact or it will be me who hog ties you.”

His lips quirked and he set the rope on the side table. He stared at her and then over at her discarded torn dress that lay in shreds on his bedroom floor. “Bossy, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea,” she repeated.

He challenged her with his gaze and wiped his smirk away with the back of his hand. “Woman, you ought to know I think it’s cute now, but I’m in charge in the bedroom. Got it?”

She pursed her lips.

“Got it?” he repeated.

When she didn’t respond, he came at her quickly, smiling as he did. He tickled her ribs, making her laugh before he turned her partially on the bed and slapped her panty covered ass cheek. It stung but was quickly followed by pleasure as he rubbed the area.

“Got it?” he repeated.

“I’m sorry,” she said, wiggling her butt and turning onto her stomach on the bed. “I didn’t hear you?”

Tyson wagged his brows and spanked her again several times in a row, careful to massage the area each time. He then pulled at her panties, baring her reddened cheeks. He cupped his hand and delivered another blow, hard, yet erotic. Her breath caught as excitement raced through her lower extremities. She never thought she’d enjoy being spanked. Oh, how wrong she’d been.

Lexie continued to look over her shoulder at him. She wiggled her bottom more, knowing he liked it.

Tyson drew her panties down the length of her legs, his face close to her ass as he did. He nipped playfully at the back of her legs, making her laugh. He then bent and kissed her cheeks again before swatting them more. Each time he spanked her, cream flooded her pussy. She gripped the sheets and moaned.

Tyson grabbed her hips and flipped her over. His gaze snapped directly to her mound. He lowered his head and inhaled. “Damn, you smell so good, Lexie.”

She opened her legs to him no longer afraid of the idea of his head being between them. She nodded up to him and he wasted no time. Tyson spread her legs more and then settled his head between them, his face buried in her cunt. The minute his tongue ran over her clit she clawed at the bed. Pleasure built and he skillfully had her panting and begging for more in no time. Suddenly, her entire body reacted. Her thighs quivered and shook as pleasure raced over her, making her see stars as the orgasm struck.

Tyson’s fingers danced near her entrance, but he didn’t shove them in like she’d hoped he would. He did push his tongue into her, and then it was his turn to moan.

He looked up at her, his chin glistening with her cream. “So tight.”

“Finger me,” she pleaded.

He shook his head. “The first thing that is gonna cross your line is gonna be my dick. I’m claiming you, Lexie Garnes. Know that now. Once I do this, I’m brandin’ you as mine. No questions. No exceptions.”

“Can I make a request?” she asked, biting at her lower lip.

He nodded.

“Take your pants off.”

He grinned from ear to ear and undid the front of his Levi’s. He shucked them off quickly and was left standing totally naked before her.

Hot damn. He was the commando kind of cowboy.

His cock, semi-erect, was intimidating and fascinating. She couldn’t look away from it. Dark blond hair nestled at the base of it and when Tyson stroked it, pulling it to its full length, she gulped.

“Ty, that won’t fit in me.”

He winked. “We’ll figure it out.”

She felt ill.

He moved to the bed. “Do you trust me, Lex?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust that no matter what I do to you, I’ll never hurt you. Not real pain. Only pleasure. Promise.”

She reached for him and he eased over her. “Kiss me. Please.”

He did.

T
yson stared down at her
, unable to really believe she was there, under him, naked and willing to accept him. Her fingers ran up the length of his hard cock. She couldn’t make them meet around his girth, and it was impossible for him not to swell with pride over the fact.

He could still taste her cream on his lips, coating his tongue. Damn, she tasted good. Best he’d had. He slid his finger over her clit and worked it, making her body jerk.

“Please,” she begged.

He pushed her legs open more with his knee and settled between her thighs. She released his cock as he took hold of it, lining up with her wet entrance. He saw the fear in her green eyes and bent, kissing it away. He pushed in, meeting instantly with resistance. He kissed her more, faster, as he rammed in, breaking through her barrier. She cried out in his mouth. Her fingers dug deep into his upper arms. He pushed in, holding there to allow her body time to adjust to having something there.

He continued the kiss and Lexie took it to another level. She began to move her hips, and Tyson took it as a sign she was ready for more. He began to pump, slow at first, then faster, her pussy walls gripping his shaft, pulling it back into her. He was a man who could go all night, but not now. Not with Lexie. All he wanted to do was explode in her. She unmanned him and he liked it. Liked knowing she had power over him.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and he responded like a piston, thrusting in and out of her with purpose. Lexie cried out, her body jerking below his. He kept going. Kept drilling her into the bed until he lost all control. He yanked out of her, coming in scalding waves on her tight tummy. He yanked at his cock, squirting even more cum onto her smooth skin.