Dane - A MacKenzie Novel (17 page)

“Lay down,” he ordered, the rough edge in his
voice wracking her body in shivers of anticipation.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Patience, sweetheart.”

He unzipped one of her boots and pulled it
from her foot slowly, sinuously, rubbing at the arch of her foot
until she was purring in pleasure. He did the same to the other
foot and took her boots to the closet, where he riffled through the
selection of scarves she had folded neatly on a shelf.

He picked one of the longer ones, the fabric
so soft it felt like a second skin, and his cock jumped as he
watched her eyes fill with anticipation and the tiniest bit of
trepidation. She bit her lip and shifted on the bed.

“Cade,” she said, shaking her head as he
folded the scarf length-wise and covered her eyes, tying it
securely at the back of her head. “I don’t know—”

“Ssh, sweetheart. It’s just me. All you have
to do is feel.”

He stood back and just took in the sight of
her. Red satin and pale skin—like every man’s wet dream. She was so
beautiful. Outspoken and sarcastic and so fucking sexy he could
barely draw in a breath when she was near. She wasn’t afraid to go
head to head with him if she disagreed about something. And that
one sliver of vulnerability that came into her eyes whenever she
thought she was disappointing him in some way drove him crazy. It
made him want to hunt down her ex-fiance and do bodily harm,
because the man had obviously had no idea what a treasure he had.
She was Cade’s perfect match in every way—intellectually and
sexually—and it scared the hell out of him.

“Do you know how beautiful you are,
Bayleigh?” he asked, skimming his fingers over the smooth skin of
her neck and down to toy with the top of the corset that tempted
him beyond reason.

He pushed the satin cups down so her breasts
popped free—plump and swollen and ready for his mouth—and his
fingers traced around the taut nipples that were drawing tighter
and tighter with desire.

The bare folds of her pussy glistened with
desire and he couldn’t help but lean down and kiss the creamy lips,
tonguing the sensitive bud gently over and over again. He held her
hips still as she began to writhe against him, searching for more,
and he dipped his tongue lower, slipping into the quivering depths
of her pussy as her sweet cream exploded against his tongue.

“Oh, God. Please,” she begged. “I’m so
close.”

“I know,” he said, the satisfaction evident
in his voice. He blew cool air across her heated skin and watched
her flesh pebble. “The good things in life are worth waiting for,
baby.”

He moved up her body to the trembling mounds
of her breasts, laving his tongue across the turgid peak of her
nipple and sucking it deep. Her hands went to his head, pulling him
closer, but he gathered her wrists with one hand and held her down,
wanting to give her everything he could before he lost control.

His other hand moved back down to the
drenched folds of her pussy, and he slid two fingers inside of her,
reveling in the sound of his name falling from her lips as she
adjusted to his invasion.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, biting
down on her nipple with enough pressure that he felt her tighten
around him.

She liked that edge of pain. Almost needed it
to get off. He curved his fingers up slightly so they pressed
against the most sensitive spot inside of her and she dissolved
like liquid pleasure all around him.

“Cade,” she moaned, fighting against the hold
he had on her hands as she thrust against his fingers. She came
apart in his arms, her whole body one sensitized nerve ending, as
she soaked his fingers with her release. A light sheen of sweat
coated her body as she came down from the tremors of her orgasm,
and her breath hitched as he pulled out of her.

“Please, Cade. I need you.”

Her voice shook as if she were on the brink
of tears, and he had to fight the need to pull her close and not
push her any further. He needed her to understand this side of him,
but he couldn’t afford to lose himself inside her. It was a shaky
tightrope he was walking. Demanding all and not giving too
much.

“You’ll get me, sweetheart.”

He cleared all of the pillows from her bed
and lifted her gently, pulling back the white down comforter so it
fell to the floor. The drawer of her nightstand held exactly what
he’d been looking for, and her hands automatically went to the
blindfold when she heard him rummaging around inside.

“Don’t touch it,” he commanded. “This all
stops the minute you remove that blindfold.”

“That’s not fair, Cade. I want to see you. I
want to touch you too.”

“Not tonight, baby. Every inch of you is
mine. Any and every way I want you.”

She hesitated before nodding once and lied
back down in the center of the bed. Cade unhooked the garters from
her hose and pulled the silk thigh-highs from her legs, using the
stockings to bind her wrists to the curved iron of her headboard.
There was still plenty of give in the stockings so he’d be able to
move her around as needed.

“I’m going to turn you over,” he whispered,
kissing her hip before rolling her to her stomach.

His own control was slipping, to the point
that his body shook with the effort to hold back the severity of
his need. His cock had never been so hard, and it stood out from
his body, thickly veined and throbbing for another release. He made
quick work of the row of tiny hooks down her spine, and the corset
fell away, leaving her in nothing but the red lace garter belt,
framing her ass and making his mouth water.

He lifted her and tossed the corset to the
floor before moving between her legs, kissing and licking his way
down her spine, his fingers plucking at her nipples as she tried to
move against him.

Sweat coated his skin and his muscles
trembled with need. The game was over. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Not if he wanted to survive. He grabbed two of the pillows he’d
thrown to the floor and put them beneath her stomach, so her ass
was put on display.

“God, baby. You’re so wet for me.”

His fingers dipped inside of her, gathering
her moisture before bringing it up to the virgin hole of her rear
entrance. She whimpered as his finger slid easily inside, and she
pushed against him as he began to stretch her, adding another
finger to the first.

He couldn’t resist her weeping pussy, and he
laid on his back, keeping his fingers in her ass, as he tongued the
moist folds, sucking and nibbling, his fingers working in and out
of her back entrance as she rode his face with abandon. He could
tell she was just on the edge of orgasm and he pulled his fingers
free and moved from beneath her.

“Cade,” she yelled. “Please don’t stop.
Don’t—”

Her sobs of need pushed him to the breaking
point, and he grabbed the vibrator she kept in her drawer and the
tube of lubricant he’d also found. He spread her thighs and pushed
the thick device into the weeping depths of her pussy all the way
to the hilt. She gasped, her breaths ceasing, at the invasion, but
she took it in easily.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Cade said, turning on
the device to the lowest setting, just enough to push her closer to
the edge. Not drive her over.

He squeezed the tube of lubricant directly
into her back hole, massaging and working it inside until she was
pushing against him, eager for his touch.

“Take a deep breath and relax, baby. Open
yourself and push against me.”

Sweat popped out on his brow and his teeth
clenched in restraint as he pushed the swollen head of his cock
past the tight ring of muscle inside her anus. Her hands clawed at
the mattress, and mewls of pleasure escaped from her lips even as
she cried out from the sharp edge of pain.

He worked himself inside her slowly, giving
her time to adjust before pulling out and pushing back in again.
Come boiled in his balls and his muscles quivered as he lost that
last edge of sanity, the last bit of control he had, and plunged
inside her to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass. He
didn’t take time to gasp for breath but just started moving without
restraint, his control shot to hell.

Her screams of pleasure spurred him on as he
felt for the button on the vibrator that would kick it up a notch.
He could feel the vibrations tickling his cock against the thin
wall between her pussy and rectum, and he knew there was no way he
could hold back any longer. He grabbed her hips and slammed inside
her over and over again, his head thrown back and his body a
machine.

“Fuck,” he yelled as he felt her tighten
around his cock, her orgasm strangling him until he thought his
cock would be bruised from the pressure.

“Cade—Cade,” she screamed. “I love you—”

Her words had his body stiffening, but it was
already too late. It was as if he’d been waiting for her
declaration, and his orgasm didn’t start in any one place and roll
through his body like the orgasms he’d had before. He shouted as
his release exploded through him with a flash of light and pain and
yearning, and he filled her ass with stream after stream of come,
until he was just a husk of what he had been.

He collapsed on top of her, noticing she was
out completely, her body so overwhelmed from the pleasure that
she’d had no choice but to escape in a faint. He pulled out of her
slowly and turned off the vibrator before pulling it from her and
placing it on the nightstand. He barely had the energy to get up
and shower quickly before coming back out and grabbing the
comforter he’d thrown to the floor. Exhaustion crept over him as he
pulled her into his arms and curled around her in sleep.

Sleep was just about to claim him when she
rolled over in his arms, her eyes wide and shadowed, her skin cool
to the touch.

“I meant what I said, Cade. I love you.”

Pain reached up and vised around his heart
until it was difficult to breathe. “I know you think you do,” he
said. “But I told you this is all there could ever be between us.
Love isn’t worth it, sweetheart. No matter how much you think you
need or want it. Real love is painful. And it doesn’t last
forever.”

He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to
look at the myriad of emotions that crossed her face—compassion,
disappointment, pity. She made him feel as if he was the one in the
wrong.

“Tell me about her,” she whispered, stroking
his face softly. “The one you lost.”

Chapter Thirteen

Bayleigh’s heart felt as if it were
shattering into a million pieces. She knew going in that he would
be the one man who’d make her risk everything—give everything. And
with the way he’d just commanded her body and filled her to the
point of breaking, he’d accomplished her greatest fear. She
belonged to him mind, body and soul. But he didn’t want her. Not
really. Not when it counted.

His body had stiffened against hers at the
mention of his dead lover, and he closed his eyes against the pain.
She ached for him even as she wanted to push him away, but she
couldn’t put her love for him away just because he didn’t return
it. She loved him with everything she was, and what she felt for
him didn’t hold a candle to what she’d felt for Paul.

She knew Cade cared for her. He’d taken the
time to get to know her quirks and her temper. He’d engaged her
mind, and had spent time with her outside of the bedroom. And the
way he looked at her when he was buried deep inside of her, as if
she were the only woman in existence. That seed of affection was
there. Maybe he was too scared to love. She couldn’t give up on him
yet. Not if she really loved him.

“You loved her?” she asked, brushing the hair
back from his face gently.

“Yeah,” he said, meeting her gaze directly,
the stark pain of memories showing in the harsh lines of his face.
“I loved her.”

She soothed him as best she could, her hands
stroking his cooling flesh, wishing she could bear part of his
burden.

“Carmen was—” he cleared his throat once and
swallowed back the emotion. “She was the one bright spot in my life
during the three years of hell I spent under Miguel’s command. I
knew about her before going undercover, and I’d planned from the
beginning to seduce her and use her for information.” Cade laughed
bitterly. “But those thoughts didn’t last long once I got to know
her. She hated her father. Hated what he was doing, and she wanted
to see him taken down. It took me three days to fall head over
heels in love with her. It was one of those moments in time that
just freezes in the brain—as if when I saw her everything went in
slow motion and I just knew. I’d never been in love before, but I
knew that she was it for me.”

Bayleigh’s heart clenched at his idea that he
could only love like that once, but she stayed silent.

“I told you before the kind of person I had
to be to survive in the cartel. There’s so much blood on my hands,
Bayleigh,” he said, bringing them up in front of his face, turning
them over as if he could actually see the blood there. “I’d come
back from job after job, each one just another fucking test that
Miguel would make me do, and Carmen would be there. She’d know what
I’d just done, and she’d take me into her arms anyway. Help me
forget.”

“I’m glad she was there for you,” Bayleigh
said softly. “I’m glad you had the comfort she gave.”

Cade’s hand tightened on her back and she
cuddled closer.

“What happened to her?”

His sigh was so full of sorrow she almost
wished she could take the question back. Almost. She needed to hear
it all. And he needed to say it.

“I still don’t know what happened completely.
Someone betrayed me, and my brother, Declan, has been looking into
it quietly, but whoever the mole was, he’s buried deep and Dec
hasn’t found him yet.”