Eternally Bound: Paranormal Romance Boxed Set (16 page)

“So she slept on the couch, eh?” she asked with a wry grin.

“Delaine, I slept in my bed alone with the door locked thinking about sinking my hard cock into nobody but you. Kind of like I’m thinking right now.” Justin slowly released her from the submission hold and began to rub the feeling back into the arm he’d pinned underneath her.

He snickered, mocking himself. Now this was a shame. Here he was on the floor after a fight with a woman who could remove his head from his body, and his cock was hard as marble. It was pitiful, but he just couldn’t help it. He slid his body on top of hers, held her arms above her head and pressed a very solid erection into her thigh. He began a slow, tempting grind.

“Oh goodness,” she sighed, unable to resist the arousal he was stoking between them.

“Yeah, baby. Oh goodness is right,” he whispered against her lips. Her face went up in flames and she blushed from her chest up to the roots of her dark, curly hair. Justin watched the heat move over her skin as his mind conjured an image of chocolate-covered cherries. Damn, but she was delicious.

“Justin, I’m so sorry for the way I acted. About you being D.E.A. and about Pam. I feel really silly, especially since you didn’t know what Pam had done. Hell, Pam didn’t know what Pam had done.” The last words were said on a gasp as one strong hand encircled her nipple through her silky camisole.

“I forgive you, baby.” He lowered his head and tongued her sensitive nub through the silk.

“Sssss,” she hissed, her neck and body arching into his, instinctively reaching for more of him. “God, that feels so good. Do you really forgive me?”

“Oh yeah. Want me to prove it?” his voice a soft, husky drawl just before he dipped his head and bit her on the sensitive spot on her neck.

* * * * *

Her arms curled around his neck as she arched her back, pulling him to her until her swelling breasts were pressed tightly to his chest. She opened expectantly when he lowered his head to take her in an open-mouthed kiss that stole her senses. He tasted of chocolate and man, and her tongue sought out every corner of his mouth as he kissed her. Sucking on that special spot on her neck, she threw her head back as the breath was pulled from her lungs in long, loud pants. Writhing and moaning at the indescribable sensation that always traveled through her whole upper body whenever he laved her there.

“What the hell?” she asked wildly when he untwined her arms, picked her up and deposited her on the thick rug in front of the fireplace, and rolled her over on her stomach. Her silk boxers slid down over her butt and off. Her camisole followed.

“You’ve been very bad, Delaine,” he said much too softly.

“But you said you forgive me,” she said breathlessly, trying to turn back again so she could wrap her legs around him and hold him close. Well, that was the plan anyway. He obviously had other thoughts about the matter. “I do forgive you, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t earned a little punishment.”

“Punish…ooooh!”

His hand landed with a loud smack on her bare ass. Oh damn, it felt good. The pleasure-pain sent a sensual twisting down through the nerves of her bottom and spread from her core outward.

He pulled her up to her knees and leaned forward. His breath tickled her ear, sending new shivers down the side of her neck. Pressing his huge cock into the crack of her ass, he asked in that sexy voice of his, “Do you like that, baby?”

Wiggling her ass to press closer to the hard, throbbing rod with an anxiousness that surprised her, she yelped when his hand landed on her ass again, sending a shockwave of need through her cunt.

“Oh shit! Yes—yes, I like it.”

Delicious heat spread across her butt cheeks and settled just beneath her skin. She loved it, but she needed at least one more spank. Had to have it. Oh just one more. The urgency rivaled her need to be filled to bursting with his hard length. She’d never thought something so taboo as spanking could feel so good.

Her chest dropped to the rug and she hissed with pleasure, stretching her arms above her head to scratch and pull at the rug.

“Is there something you want, baby?” he purred against the sensitive skin on the back of her neck.

“Yes, I want it! I want…oh please.”

His hands traveled from her warming bottom down to the crease at the back of her knees then around to the front of her thighs. Strong fingers pressed against the mound hiding her throbbing clit and pressed down firmly, while his other hand landed a final stinging smack on her right cheek. She came on the spot.

Unable to support her own quivering weight, she collapsed on the rug, panting like she’d just run an eight-minute mile.

“You don’t think you’re getting away with that, do you? Baby, you’ve got some making up to do.”

With her pussy still clenching and tightening, her lust was so easily rekindled. All it took was his strong hand pulling her back up to her knees and a deep plunge into her dripping channel.

A scream tore from her throat as he slid inside. The ridges and veins of his steel-hard cock stimulated every inch of her cunt. Every nerve ending fired, making her thighs quake and shiver with need. She’d just come but was already sobbing for him to give her more. Her nipples tingled as her breasts bobbed back and forth under his thrusts. His fingers unerringly squeezed and palmed her sensitive mounds without missing a single stroke. As he rode her hard from behind, not one inch of her skin was neglected as his hands roamed over her ass, her hips, her thighs.

The light sheen of sweat made the rough rasp of his palms feel decadent against her skin. His calluses raised gooseflesh followed by little licks of pleasure wherever they touched. She could feel her climax beginning in the heat centered in her body as her channel sought the eruption only he could give her.

Then he pulled out.

“Noooo!” She howled, looking over her shoulder as his huge body and massive cock poised just outside of her needy pussy.

“Convince me to give you more.”

The look in his eye was one of pure male domination…and pain. She realized now how deeply she’d hurt him. After all, she would have felt the same way if he’d thought her low enough to sleep with his best friend. He’d forgiven her quickly enough, but his male ego needed a bit of stroking. Well, stroking was something she could definitely do.

She turned and sat up, taking him firmly in her hand and squeezing gently but firmly. He gasped at the contact, pushing his hips toward her questing fingers.

She didn’t speak but used the pressure of her fingers to ease him forward, up off the floor and to the nearby couch.

She pushed him backward and he sat with his knees spread, looking up at her. His fingers wrapped around his cock and he pumped slowly. Her eyes glazed over with pure, unadulterated lust as her gaze shifted from the tempting motion of his cock up to his mouth where his tongue did a sensuous dance across his lips. She sank to her knees.

Without warning she circled the base of his magnificent staff with her fingers and dove over his cock, surrounding him with the warmth of her mouth. She took his feral yell as a good sign and moved her mouth up and down with relentless strokes. His hips moved in cadence with her strokes as his fingers tangled in her hair. She took him deeply and pulled back, allowing her tongue to swirl around the flared head on each up stroke. On the down stroke, she hummed long and loud.

When he began to shake she grasped the base tighter and jacked him harder.

“Del, stop! You’re gonna make me cum!”

She stopped her torment long enough to say on a purr, “Well, that was the general idea.” Then lowered her head to take him deeply. She never made it.

In a blink, Justin reached down, took her underneath her arms and lifted her onto his lap until she was on her knees facing him. She let out a gasp as he surged forward, seating himself in a single thrust.

“Sink down on my dick, baby! Oh, yeah!”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rose up and plunged back down, leaning forward to bite a stiff male nipple. There was nothing sweet or tender in her movements. It was all hard, rough and carnal. And she wanted nothing less. She tightened and released her canal around him with little pulses, bombarding him with sexual stimulus.

“Oh shit! Fuck me, baby! Give me that pussy, Del!”

Moving faster, she flexed her thigh muscles and slammed home, filling herself with his cock until she was sure she couldn’t take anymore of him. A subtle shift of his hips brought her clit into constant contact with his rod and her body responded urgently, violently.

Palming her firm ass as she fucked him, she shuddered with anticipation when he reached back and found the spot where their bodies joined. She could feel him spreading her juices over and around her ass, teasing and tickling the tight, untried hole. The sensation was so intense it robbed her of any rational thought. All she knew was that she wanted him inside her in every conceivable way.

Reaching back to where he played with her hole, she singled out one of his long, thick fingers and placed it exactly where she wanted it.

He hesitated. She begged.

Her little tight hole was filled while his free hand rubbed the engorged length of her clit.

The cabin filled with primal, unrestrained shouts as they exploded together.

* * * * *

The cordless phone for Pam’s direct line rang. She checked the caller id and smiled. It read Astin PharmaBio. It was Delaine. The woman worked too much, calling her from work on a Saturday. They hadn’t talked in days and hoped to plan a get-together soon.

“Hey, girl, what’s up?”

“Excuse me, is this Miss Pamela LeDoux?”

Ooops, Pam thought. Not Delaine, just some man calling from her office.

“Yes, this is Pam.”

“I’m calling from Astin Pharmaceuticals. We’re trying to get in touch with Ms. Jeris. We know she’s been ill, but we haven’t been able to get her at home. We just wanted to check on her, see if she’s all right.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you. She’s not here and I’m not scheduled to do her hair until next week.”

“Well, sorry to bother you then. Thank you for your time, MissLeDoux. We’ll try her at home again.”

“No problem. Bye.”

“Oh, wait, I have one more question. Unrelated to work, if that’s all right?”

“Sure,” Pam said, switching the phone to her other ear as she rinsed the shampoo out of a client’s hair.

“A lady friend of mine just moved here and is looking for a beautician.”

“This shop caters to women of color. No offense, but you don’t sound like a person of color. What nationality is your friend?”

“She’s black and very particular about her hair.”

“Does she wear her hair natural or relaxed? We don’t do relaxers, but I can recommend a good beautician if that’s what she needs done.”

“She wears her hair a lot like Ms. Jeris. And Ms. Jeris’ hair always looks so nice and healthy.”

Pam’s mouth fell open. This guy must be gay or something to be this into a woman’s hair. Especially if the woman wasn’t sleeping with him, which she knew Delaine was not.

“How did Ms. Jeris find you?” the man asked. “Were you recommended to her?”

“Me? Oh, no,” Pam laughed. “Delaine and I go way back. We’re both from California, and we happen to be in North Carolina at the same time.”

“Oh, how nice. So you’re a very close friend, then?” the voice asked, with a friendly lilt. He sounded kind of English. Pam wondered if he was good looking. But it didn’t really matter, because he still sounded gay. The oily quality of his voice flew right over her head.

“Yep. I’m pretty much the closest person to her on this side of the country.”

“It’s nice that she just moved here and has a close friend to spend time with. Well, thanks, Ms. LeDoux.”

“No problem. Hey, what did you say your name was?”

“Uh, Schaller. Bobby Schaller. I’ll have my friend call and make a private appointment.”

“Sure, no problem. Bye.” The call disconnected and Pam went on working. Lots of people promised to call for appointments. She didn’t give it another thought.

* * * * *

Baker hung up the phone and sat back in his chair, stroking the hair of a dazed Sarah Ann kneeling between his legs under his desk. He thought about his chosen strategy to end Delaine’s interference and chuckled before flipping open the cell phone to dial a number in Miami.

“Mr. Tapia, please. Tell him it’s Baker.”

After a few moments, a thickly accented voice came on the line.

“Tapia, here.”

“Hello, Mr. Tapia. It’s Baker. We’ve had an interruption in production, and I could use some assistance getting back on schedule.”

“My time is valuable, Baker. Get to the point.”

“I need you to send a few more of your associates up to Charlotte. Today.”

“I already have twenty men planted in your town. If you can’t handle this project, I won’t send more. I’ll just kill you.”

“But that would be bad for business, both yours and mine. Look, I just need some assistance in getting the disrupter, as it were, to either cooperate or disappear.”

“Fine. But the next time you call me, Baker, the news had better be good. Comprende?”

“Sí, comprende,” Baker responded sharply before clicking the phone off. He hated the man. But he could deal with anything for the power it would bring him. After this project, Tapia would be on his own, and Baker would be king.

Chapter Thirteen

The weekend at Nantahala Gorge had been wonderful. Just her and Justin. No work. No interruptions. Just lots of fresh air, beautiful mountain trails, white rapids. And endless, hot, sweaty sex. Delaine couldn’t believe how she’d whined when Justin burst her bubble by reminding her they needed to get back to Charlotte.

They packed and left the cabin late that night. Delaine transmitted the digital video of Baker’s tests to both Derrick and Geri, then she and Justin talked by cell phone and developed a strategy as he followed her home from their haven in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Justin opened Delaine’s front door and held up his hand to keep her from stepping across the threshold. He signaled her to keep quiet as he pulled his gun out of the holster underneath his jacket and signaled silence. She nodded, retrieved her own sidearm and covered his back as he took the first step into her home.