Fall Into You (21 page)

His eyes met hers. “I’m looking forward to the challenge.”

Colby clapped him on the shoulder and chuckled, his easy nature a stark contrast next
to Grant’s stoicism. “I’ll get these ropes set up. I’ll let you know when the group
is ready.”

Grant waited until Colby left the room, then took a few steps
closer. He palmed her waist, then tucked his other hand between her legs, finding
her damp heat. He grazed her already throbbing clit. “You’re so fucking gorgeous right
now. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You would never doubt your feminine
wiles again.”

A harsh breath escaped her as he slipped two fingers inside her. She put a hand to
his shoulder, steadying herself, his words knocking her off balance as much as his
touch. “Thank you.”

“Watch how nice I can make it when you remember your manners.” He lowered his head
and took her nipple between his lips, laving it with his tongue while continuing to
pump his fingers inside of her. Her body clamped down around him, begging for more
than his hand. She rocked her hips forward, bringing his callused thumb against her
clit.

A few strokes and she’d be there.

But instead of continuing, he gave her nipple a soft bite and pulled his hand away.
The corners of his mouth lifted into a sly grin. “Not so fast, darlin’.”

He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked slowly, tasting her arousal and keeping
his eyes on her. The satisfied sound he made in the back of his throat lit her body
on fire. “
Mmm
, you’re so tempting. But you haven’t earned that orgasm yet. Not with that smart
mouth you’ve been using tonight.”

He took a step back, removing himself from her reach. She felt the loss of him immediately,
cool, empty air replacing his scent and warmth. “I’m sorry, Grant. The thought of
you tying up some other woman…”

She stopped, realizing she’d spoken her thought aloud, a thought that revealed how
possessive she felt of him already.

His expression remained placid, but the flare in his eyes and the erection pushing
at the fly of his perfectly tailored slacks said he was anything but. “Finish your
sentence.”

She cringed but forced her vocal cords to work. “The thought made me mad. And jealous.”

He seemed to consider that for a moment, his head tilting ever so slightly. “Interesting.
Kneel down.”

She responded in an instant and attempted to rock down gracefully. Her knees hit the
polished wood floors with barely a sound.
Yeah, buddy.
She fought back a proud smile.

He nodded in approval as he walked a slow circle around her, like an animal sizing
up its prey. He stopped in front of her again. “Very nice. Get used to holding that
kneel.”

“Yes, sir.”

He stepped back a few feet but continued to watch her as he slipped his suit coat
off his shoulders—a slow, fluid motion of a man in no hurry. He folded the jacket
and laid it neatly over the arm of the couch, smoothing out an errant wrinkle. Next,
he pulled at the knot on his tie, the soft silk-against-silk sound the only noise
in the room. His movements stayed methodical, deliberate—his stare unyielding. With
each removed item, Charli found her heartbeat ticking up a notch. She moistened her
lips. Was he going to take off everything? Was she finally going to get to see all
of him, touch him?

He ran the silk tie over his palm with an oh-the-things-I-could-do look on his face,
and she could almost feel its smoothness against her own skin. What would it feel
like against her wrists, her ankles? But he laid it across his suit coat, leaving
it unused. His long fingers went to his cuff links and he unfastened the buttons at
his wrists.
Clink. Clink.
The cuff links hit the glass side table, startling Charli.

Grant gave her a wicked smile as he rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up
his forearms. “Am I making you nervous, Charlotte?”

“Yes.”

“Smart girl. Your instincts are better than your brother gives you credit for.” He
walked over to her, the tips of his shined shoes almost touching her knees. His hand
cupped her chin, forcing her face upward. “Though I didn’t appreciate your defiance
earlier,
your jealousy pleases me. I like that you want to be the only one serving me.”

He ran the pad of this thumb over her mouth, and without pausing to think, she parted
her lips and sucked. The dark blue in his eyes went almost black as he let her lick
his salty skin. Seeing his response sent a hot rush through her, an ache. Knowing
she could do that to him with such a simple act felt…invigorating.

In the past, she’d hated giving blow jobs. It’d always felt like a chore or a favor.
Plus, Trey had always come too fast, then wouldn’t be interested in sex for the rest
of the night.

But right then, there was nothing she wanted more than to unzip Grant’s slacks and
take him in her mouth. The desire to give him that pleasure was as strong as her own
need to be touched.
Let me please you
. The urge was entirely foreign, but her hormones were buzzing too strongly for her
to examine it any deeper.

He brushed her hair away from her face with gentle fingers. “This is only supposed
to be an intro training. But you’re making it very hard for me to restrain myself,
Charlotte, especially when you look at me like that.”

She swallowed hard. This world, his world, scared her on some elemental level. But
instead of making her want to run, the fear was like a heady elixir filtering through
her blood, spiking it. She didn’t want training wheels. She wanted Grant. The real
Grant. “Please don’t give me the watered-down version of yourself, sir. I’m a big
girl and understand the safe word.”

He shook his head as he twined her hair around his hand. Once. Twice. “I really did
have you pegged all wrong, freckles. That’s a first.” His grip was snug, making her
scalp sting. “The fear feeds you, doesn’t it? That’s why you’re always chasing some
edge.”

She tried to shake her head, denying the accusation but not even fully processing
what he was saying.

“Unbutton my pants. Let’s see if you fuck as good with your mouth as you do with your
eyes.”

The sharp command was like a lightning strike to her system, sending her into some
new dimension she was sure she hadn’t visited before. She did as she was told, fumbling
for a moment, before getting the button undone and the zipper down. His cock pushed
through the opening in his boxers, hard and thick…and pretty, if cocks could be classified
as such.
Oh, God, yes
. No longer thinking, just acting on her own impulses, she nuzzled her cheek against
him, inhaling his scent, relishing the velvety skin of his shaft.

He groaned softly, his fingers flexing in her hair. “Open, Charlotte. I need to feel
you around me.”

The need spoken matched her own. She parted her lips, and he guided her into the position
he wanted. His cock slid hot against her tongue, his masculine taste activating something
wholly carnal inside her. She closed her eyes, savoring him for a moment, then moved
forward to take more. But he held her fast.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

She lifted her gaze to him, her insides flipping over when their eyes met. The unfettered
want in his expression was like a palpable blow to her body.

“I want you to watch what you do to me.” He guided her, encouraging her to take him
deeper. “And I’ll set the pace. The crowd out there can wait. I’m not ready to share
you yet.”

Yet
. The warning whispered through her and bloomed like a hothouse flower inside her.
He was in control of her destiny here. Yes, he was going to share the sight of her
with the audience, but she knew sharing could mean a lot more than that at The Ranch.
She’d seen the limits checklist. Hadn’t marked
no
on any of those boxes. Though some of those items had given her pause, she wasn’t
into half-assed. She’d agreed to give him the control, so she was going to let him
use it.

She held the eye contact as she moved back and forth along his length. He took his
time, the intense expression on his face a reward in and of itself. His sexuality
was so raw, so close to the surface.
Seeing it start to leak through that thin societal veneer fed something deep and dark
within her, made her crave more. What was Grant like when he shed that layer completely?

He released the harsh hold on her hair and spanned his palms along the sides of her
head, his tempo increasing. Every time his cock tapped the back of her throat, her
sex clenched. But instead of feeling impatient for her own release, she was enjoying
the slow burn that was overtaking her. It was like being enveloped by the sun-warmed
ocean one agonizing inch at a time.

Grant’s gaze never left hers, and she found herself falling into those blue depths,
their surroundings blurring into the background. It was only the two of them and this
one moment. Her eyelids fluttered closed.

Grant smacked her cheek, light but attention-getting. She blinked up at him—surprised
that he’d hit her face, but more shocked that it’d sent a hot dart of need straight
downward.

He rubbed a thumb over her cheekbone. “That’s the risk and beauty of setting no limits,
Charlotte. I get to find your edges. Dangerous game to play with me.”

Dangerous, indeed. Especially when each time he pushed at those boundaries, she found
herself wanting to vault over them, to see what was on the other side.

She shifted forward and took him as deep as she could, holding the eye contact and
sliding the tip of her tongue along the base of his cock. He let out a groan and she
slid back, oh-so-gently dragging her teeth along his tender skin, dishing out a little
bit of his own medicine.

“Fuck.” The word escaped on a harsh breath. He gripped her head again and all semblance
of his cool control seemed to drain from him. She’d pushed him past his limit. His
pace became a thundering gallop to the finish. He watched her eyes and fucked her
mouth and said words that made her thighs damp with her own juices. Words like
beautiful
and
sexy
and
mine
.

The wildness in him broke through. The sight took her breath away and made every part
of her throb. Her nipples brushed against the fabric of his pants with each thrust
and she started to wonder if it was possible to come simply from that and the pressure
of her thighs squeezing together. She moaned around him and that sent him over the
cliff.

He shoved his cock deep to the back of her throat, and with a slew of swear words
mixing with her name, his hot release pulsed into her. She took all he had to give,
digging her nails into her thighs, and holding back her own orgasm.

After a few panted seconds, he slipped from her mouth and tucked himself back into
his dress pants. His gaze skated down her body. She couldn’t slow her breathing. Her
skin felt so sensitized, and everything was throbbing in time with her heartbeat.
How in the hell had he done this to her with a simple blow job?

There was a sharp rap on the door, drawing her focus to the other side of the room.

Colby stepped through the doorway, his gaze landing on Charli, then darting back to
Grant. “Everything’s all set up, Boss. Need anything else?”

When Grant didn’t respond immediately, Charli looked back to him, finding her cowboy
smiling darkly.

“Perhaps.” Grant hooked a finger in her collar, guiding her upward. Her legs struggled
to remember their function, and Grant had to grab her elbow to steady her. Once she’d
regained her balance, he brushed the back of his hand along one of her nipples and
she gasped at the sharp snap of sensation.

Fuck.
She felt like a grenade with the pin stuck—ready to detonate, but unable to without
that final pull.

“Do you need to come, Charlotte?”

God, yes.
“Please.”

“By whatever means I deem appropriate?”

“Yes, sir,” she said quickly, too far gone to worry about details.

“Good girl.”

He grabbed the tie he’d discarded earlier from the arm of the couch and stepped behind
her, fastening her wrists at the small of her back. The move had her breasts jutting
out and fully exposed to Colby, who’d stayed near the doorway. The wolfish grin that
crossed Colby’s face had her belly fluttering.

Grant slid a hot palm along her ass and sat his chin on her shoulder, his stubble
sending goose bumps along her skin. “You know, Colby? Before I agreed to take her
on myself, my lovely Charlotte asked to be trained by you.”

Colby’s eyebrow lifted. “Is that right? Well, color me flattered.”

“And she probably thinks that I’m way too possessive to share her.” Grant’s finger
traced the cleft where her butt met her thigh. “But she doesn’t realize that one of
the ultimate acts of ownership is having the say over who can and can’t touch your
sub.”

Colby took a step toward them.

She forgot to breathe.

“I can’t have her this squirmy when I’m tying her up for the demo.” Grant traced his
hand up her side and cupped her breast, plumping it. “Taste her, Colby. She’s very
sweet. And very, very responsive. I bet between the two of us, we can have her coming
without ever touching her pussy.”

Charli’s heart hammered hard against her ribs. Grant was going to let another man
touch her. She could stop it. She could use the safe word. But the thought of them
both was only making her wetter. It was the stuff of fantasies, but no one really
acted on those, right?

Grant had told her to put trust in him, that whatever he told her to do was for their
mutual benefit. And for some reason, she felt compelled to listen. Plus, in her world,
men didn’t look at her like this. Having two potently handsome men treating her like
she was some sort of siren was damn hot.

Colby’s hazel eyes searched hers, obviously double-checking that
she was on board with this. When she didn’t say a word, he closed the distance between
them and lowered his head. Moist heat wrapped around her nipple as Colby took her
flesh into his mouth. She cried out at the sudden rush of sensation, her nerves humming
like a power line ready to spark. Grant’s hand continued to cradle her breast, holding
her in place for Colby’s attention, and he trailed kisses along the curve of her neck.