Dane - A MacKenzie Novel (12 page)

A few boxes were still stacked against the
wall, but all of the furniture was arranged—a worn brown leather
couch that look comfortable for napping and a hooked rug in neutral
colors sat in the middle of the floor. The tables were old and
heavy, and a couple of overstuffed chairs flanked the fireplace. It
was a comfortable room, and made Cade seem a hell of a lot more
human than when she’d first laid eyes on him.

By the time he finally came back from
checking the house, she was shivering in earnest and worry began to
penetrate the fog of lust that seemed to surround her whenever he
was near. He was acting awfully strange.

“What’s going on, Cade?”

He unhooked his shoulder holster and put it
in the top drawer of the buffet he had in his dining room, and her
mouth went dry as he stripped his t-shirt over his head and tossed
it onto the couch, not bothering to answer her question. He came
toward her with purpose, and her hand clenched the towel she’d
tightened around her breasts.

“We’re going to finish what we started this
morning,” he said. “I’m going to sink inside that sweet pussy until
I can think again, because I swear I haven’t been able to get you
out of my head since you threw those keys at my head. And after
we’ve fucked ourselves into near exhaustion, we’re going to have a
conversation about what’s going on.”

Bayleigh put a hand against his chest to ward
him off, but it was difficult keeping her attention on the task
with the feel of his muscles taut beneath her fingertips. He was
hot to the touch, the hair on his chest just an added texture of
sensation.

“I’m not stupid, Cade, and you’re not going
to distract me by taking me to bed. I’ve already told you I changed
my mind, though I’d be happy to play Monopoly if you’re just
lonely.”

She almost smiled at the way his eyes
narrowed. The man didn’t like to be told no, and she enjoyed the
way his temper frayed around the edges and the veins in his neck
pulsed whenever she stood up to him.

“Tell me what’s going on,” she said. “Are you
in trouble? Is it the case you’re working? My brother said—”
Bayleigh clamped her mouth shut, but it was too late. The damage
had been done.

“Your brother said what?” he asked.

His eyes darkened and she tried not to flinch
as he reached for her. She wasn’t expecting the gentle caress of
his fingers against the back of her hand, and she felt guilty for
thinking the worst. Violence lived inside Cade, no doubt, but she
knew to her soul that he was a good man. She’d seen it when he’d
mentioned his family—the love and affection that gleamed in his
eyes. And her own brother respected Cade, she’d been able to tell
by the way he talked about him.

She let out a long, slow breath as he took
her wrist and brought her hand to his chest, all the while moving
closer until she was trapped between his hard body and the back of
his couch.

“Have you been checking up on me,
Bayleigh?”

“No, not on purpose. But that doesn’t mean my
brothers won’t stop from offering their opinions whether I want
them or not. Brady still hasn’t learned to mind his own business.
Brant’s only marginally better.”

“And I guess you’re not very good at taking
their advice, otherwise you wouldn’t have been in my garage this
morning coming around my fingers.”

“Stop trying to distract me from my question,
dammit.” She pushed against him but he didn’t budge, and the
erection growing against her stomach was beginning to become a
distraction. “Brady also said you were working a case with the DEA.
Is that why you were sneaking through my backyard like a
thief?”

“I like a woman who’s determined to get what
she wants,” his smile was sharp and she saw a flash of straight
white teeth just before he nipped at her bottom lip. “It just makes
it that much more satisfying when I have her begging beneath
me.”

“I’m not going to give up,” she warned.

“God, I hope not.”

He loosened the towel she was clutching to
her chest, and her breath caught as his fingers traced of the swell
of her breasts. Her breasts were so sensitive, every stroke
vibrating through her pussy as if he were already touching her
there.

Bayleigh’s thoughts scattered as he took her
mouth in a hot kiss, his tongue sliding inside and warring with her
own. She couldn’t push him away. Not again. At least not until
she’d had him inside her. It seemed as if she’d been waiting for
ages, and she couldn’t deny herself any longer.

He tugged at the string of her bikini top and
she felt the cups loosen—the only thing holding the damp fabric in
place was his chest pressed against hers. His hands glided down her
back and cupped her ass, pulling her against his erection, and she
hooked one leg around his waist to try and maximize the
pleasure.

“There’s no stopping this time, Bayleigh. I’m
going to take you every way I can. I’ll invade your body and mind
to the point that everything you do will make you think of me—will
make you want me more.”

His mouth found hers again, almost
frantically, and he circled her into the bedroom, her senses so
clouded with lust she went dizzy with the sensation. His thumbs
hooked in her bathing suit bottoms and he pulled them down so they
fell around her ankles. She cried out when she felt his fingers
skim down her back and into the drenched folds between her legs. He
sank two fingers into the soaking depths of her pussy and pulled
them back out, repeating the motion over and over again until her
knees gave out and his arm tightened around her waist to keep her
from collapsing.

Her back arched and his head came down, his
mouth clamping around her nipple and his teeth scraping against the
sensitive bud. His fingers gathered the moisture from her vagina
and trailed to the tiny puckered hole of her anus, circling the
forbidden entrance.

“Cade,” she panted, shaking her head as his
finger pressed into the tight passage.

“You’re hungry for me here,” he whispered,
gathering more moisture from her pussy and bringing it back to her
rear passage, this time pushing two fingers inside her. “You’re
squeezing my fingers as if you don’t want to let me go. You’ll do
the same to my cock, tightening around it as I fuck you with long,
slow strokes.”

“No, Cade. I can’t,” she whimpered. “It’s too
much.”

He repeated the motions, gathering moisture
and lubricating her back hole, over and over again until she was
pushing against him, eager for his penetration. And when his mouth
surrounded her nipple once more and began to suck it in time to the
rhythm of his fingers, she was lost.

She came undone. Her ass clenched around his
fingers and her pussy released the juices of her desire. Silent
screams echoed in her mind as she shattered into a million pieces
and darkness covered her like a blanket. Time and space ceased to
exist.

Bayleigh sighed as cool sheets touched her
back and Cade’s lips whispered across her skin like butterfly
kisses. She was floating in weightless bliss. But it wasn’t until
she felt the cool metal of cuffs latch around her wrists that her
eyes popped open. A lone candle flickered from the nightstand, but
it was enough light for her to see her surroundings.

She didn’t remember him taking the time to
light a candle.
Jesus, how long had she been out?

The huge bed she laid on dominated the center
of the room—massive columns spearing up from the four corners—and
the cuffs were attached to a long piece of black rope so her arms
were raised straight above her head.

“What the hell, Cade?” She rattled the cuffs,
pulled at the rope, but there was no give as she tugged.

“I told you I was going to tie you to my
bed.”

He stood by the side of the bed and undid the
button of his jeans. His arousal was thick and hard behind the
denim, and her breath caught at the memory of how he’d looked the
last time she’d seen him—impossibly huge. But greed warred with the
worry.

“Remember that first day, Bayleigh? As soon
as I mentioned my handcuffs your nipples tightened and the pulse in
your neck fluttered.”

He pushed his jeans past his hips and stepped
out of them, letting her look her fill. Her mouth watered at the
sight of him. The man should never wear clothes. His chest and abs
rippled with muscles, and the little indentions just above each
side of his pelvic bone had her licking her lips with the need to
bite him just there. He had another tattoo she hadn’t noticed low
on his stomach, a smaller design similar to the one that wrapped
around his shoulder and down his arm.

She’d noticed the scar on his right hand and
the jagged white marks on his chest, but the puckered tissue along
his thigh brought tears to her eyes. How had he survived the wounds
that marred his body? They didn’t repulse her at all—only added to
his overall appeal—but they did make her wonder who he really was.
The life he’d led.

“I wish you could see the look in your eyes,”
he said, crawling on the bed beside her.

She struggled against the bonds again,
wanting nothing more than to be able to touch him. “I don’t like
this, Cade. I want to be able to touch you. I won’t be controlled
by any man.”

“You’ll get your chance, sweetheart. In fact,
I’m going to make sure that you get to touch me. I’ve dreamed of
that sexy mouth of yours taking my cock, swallowing me whole.”

Bayleigh licked her lips nervously as he came
closer, pushing pillows beneath her head so she was propped at a
good angle. He ran his fingers through her hair and straddled her,
so his cock was lined up with her lips.

“Take me, Bayleigh. Let me fuck your
mouth.”

The drop of pre-cum that glistened at the end
of his cock was too much temptation, and her tongue flicked out,
tasting the salty essence that burst against her tongue.

“Fuck,” he growled, his head dropping back on
his shoulders.

Her mouth opened around him and her tongue
circled the head lightly, spending extra time on the underside
where he seemed to be most sensitive. She let him guide her, the
pressure on her scalp stinging as he pushed further into her mouth.
Her eyes watered as she adjusted to his size and panic clawed at
her as he seemed to grow larger and larger.

“Relax your throat, baby. Breathe through
your nose. That’s it,” he crooned in encouragement as she did what
he asked. “Every time I hit the back of your throat I want you to
swallow.”

Bayleigh looked up at him beneath lowered
lids, taking in the light sheen of sweat that coated his body and
the way his muscles trembled. His cheeks were hollowed and his
breathing harsh as he began to pull back. And it was then she
realized just how much power she had—restrained or not.

She swirled her tongue again around his
cockhead once he’d pulled almost all the way out and then she
swallowed him down when he hit the back of her throat once more.
His fingers tightened on her scalp and she moaned around him as she
felt her own pleasure escalate. She tightened her lips around him
as he thrust back inside her mouth, holding him prisoner as her
tongue worked magic around his cock.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

Bayleigh moaned and swallowed, her eyes
watering as she felt him swell even more in her mouth. And when the
sweet jets of come coated her throat all she could do was drink him
down and wish for more.

He relaxed his grip on her head and pulled
his still hard cock from her mouth slowly, his eyes dazed with
pleasure, and she licked her lips, tasting him one last time.

***

Cade looked down at the siren in front of him
and knew he was in trouble. He knew she didn’t have a lot of great
experiences with sex, or really all that much experience to begin
with. At least, not on the same level he was used to. But she’d
just swallowed him down like she’d been born to suck his dick, and
damned if he wasn’t looking forward to her doing it again.

But there was no way in hell he could go any
longer without being inside of her. The last two weeks had been
torture. He moved the pillows from beneath her head and moved them
under her hips, enjoying the way the silk of her hair spread across
his dark sheets. Her breasts were ripe and full before him, her
arms still retrained, and that bare pussy was so wet he could see
the cream coating her folds.

“Please, Cade,” she begged. “I can’t wait any
longer.”

He reached to the nightstand drawer and
pulled out a condom, tossing it on the bed beside her before
spreading her thighs wider. The pillows made it easier to see her
fully—the pink folds of her pussy and her engorged clit peaking
through the petals. His finger traced along the edges and her body
arched, her head thrashing from side to side.

He couldn’t resist the temptation, and his
tongue speared inside of her, tasting and lapping at the liquid
passion that coated his tongue. She cried out and her hips jerked
against him, the restraints around her wrists taut as her body
bowed and shuddered. His finger pushed into her ass even as his
tongue alternated between circling her clit and sliding inside of
her. The sensation was too much, and her nectar filled his mouth.
His cock grew even harder as she screamed her pleasure.

He rose up between her thighs, his cock
jutting fiercely as he grabbed the condom and tore into the
wrapping. He slid it on quickly and lifted her legs so her ankles
rested on his shoulder.

“Christ, I can already feel the need to come
again,” he said, his voice so harsh he barely recognized it.

His eyes met hers as the thick head of his
cock parted her folds. Her face was flushed and damp with desire
and her breathing was irregular, panicked as she felt the size of
him breach her tunnel.

“Relax, baby.”

“I can’t,” she cried, her head shaking in
denial even as he pushed inside her a little more. “It’s too
much.”