Iron Cross: The Dartmouth Cobras #6 (57 page)

“Hey!” Chicklet was clearly trying not to laugh. “Puppies cannot pull hair. Behave, boy.”

Dropping back onto all fours, Tyler nodded. Sat on his haunches as he observed Laura delicately cleaning her face with the back of her hand. He cocked his head, a wicked smile spreading across his lips as he lunged into her, knocking her onto her back. Laura squealed in a very unkitten-like way as he licked and kissed all over her face.

“They’re not doing too bad.” Chicklet remarked, leaning over Raif to undo the buttons of his shirt. “How long do we let them keep going before we join them?”

Raif gave Chicklet a hooded look as she ran her fingers down his chest. She seemed more relaxed than she’d been in days. She had her subs back, and she appeared determined to keep him, as well. He dropped his head back as her lips followed her fingers all the way down to his belt.

“Once we decided they’ve played enough and should act like well-behaved pets and please their Masters.” His muscles tensed as she undid his leather pants and pulled out his fully erect cock. “I’ll leave the licking and biting to them.”

“Well, that’s a shame.” She kissed the head of his cock and pushed away from him. “I’d planned to do some licking and biting of my own.”

“Evil woman.” Raif quickly rose to his knees as she stood, bringing her to him with his hands on her ass. He watched her face as he caught the zipper to her snug fitting leather pants, tugging it down even as she tangled her fingers in his hair. “I seem to recall offering to beg for a taste of you.”

“Is that what you’re doing, Raif?” Chicklet put a hand on his shoulder to keep her balance as he removed her calf-high boots, then her pants. She tightened her grip on his hair as he brought her foot up to his other shoulder.

He kissed the top of her mound, pushing against her ass and drawing her pussy closer to his face. “Mmm, I’m on my knees for you, woman. Would you prefer I beg or make you come with my tongue deep in your beautiful cunt?”

“Fuck, you say the sweetest things.” Both hands in his hair, Chicklet moaned as he licked along her slit and flicked his tongue over her swelling clit. Her body shook as he thrust his tongue into her. She tugged at his hair, making breathless sounds as he gently used his teeth on her clit. She’d already been close before he’d even put his mouth on her
—she hadn’t been interested in sex at all when Tyler and Laura had left her—and he knew it wouldn’t take long to give her a satisfying orgasm.

But he wasn’t without his own cruel streak. He patted her ass, then brought his hands up to pry her fingers from his hair before he stood. “We really shouldn’t neglect our pets.”

“Asshole!” She smacked his chest. “What the fuck was that?”

He smirked and moved in to kiss her, knowing he may be risking life and limb. Or the tip of his tongue as he slid it past her lips. But the risk was half the fun of being with a woman like Chicklet. He caught her wrist before she could close her hand around his balls. And smiled against her mouth. “Revenge.”

* * * *

Laura moaned as Tyler sucked her nipple into his mouth. For a second she forgot she was supposed to have paws instead of hands and curved them around his shoulders to bring him closer. He released her nipple and made a low sound of pain. She looked over at his arm, really seeing his new tattoo for the first time. She’d noticed it before the punishment, but hadn’t thought too much about it. Now, the implication of what he’d chosen to put on his body struck her like a white-hot arrow targeted straight at her heart.

“Tyler, why would you—”

He put his hand over her mouth and glanced at his shoulder. “After. I’m enjoying this game. No talking.”

Laura rolled her eyes, scooting away from him before he could take the advantage again by sucking on her sensitive nipples. He might train harder than she did, might be younger, but on hands and knees he moved like a puppy who hadn’t grown into his big feet yet. He stumbled as she rolled. But the roll slowed her with the rough floor scraping over her welts. She managed to crawl a few feet, but a pair of big, leather-clad legs blocked her escape.

Raif bent down to one knee and put a finger under her chin. “Are you ready to play with your Master, kitten?”

His dick was already out, and her mouth watered as she nodded. She didn’t care that he wasn’t a woman and this wasn’t for her Mistress’s pleasure. All she knew was what she could give him. What she needed him to give her. She whimpered as she felt Tyler’s tongue against her, thrusting in, stroking her wet folds. She bowed her head as Raif stood and went behind her. Tyler’s tongue left her and she glanced over her shoulder to see Raif on his knees, fucking Tyler’s mouth.

Chicklet joined them, smiling at Laura as she trailed a nail over the welts on Laura’s ass. Her smile grew as Laura shivered at the sharp pain. “Still so sensitive. It may hurt a little when he’s ramming into you, my girl.”

In Chicklet’s other hand was her strap-on and a large and small dildo. And two condoms, one of which she offered Raif. He gave it to Tyler, who rolled it over his dick before taking Raif back into his mouth.

Laying a solid smack on Tyler’s ass, Chicklet held out the smaller dildo. “I’m feeling neglected, pup.”

Tyler had seen Chicklet use the strap-on with Laura, so he didn’t waste any time before sliding the dildo deep into Chicklet’s cunt. He helped her with the straps, his hands shaking a little as he positioned the large dildo. Chicklet patted his cheek and spoke softly to him.

“On your elbows, kitten.” Raif curved his hands over Laura’s abused ass, spreading the pulsing flames mercilessly as she lowered to her elbows. He slipped his dick through the juices spilling from her pussy. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

He drove in hard and Laura’s back bowed as the shock of pain and pleasure slammed into her. She clawed at the floor as he pistoned in and out, his hips striking her sore ass with every thrust. He leaned over her, reached down to pinch her clit between his fingers.

Faster, harder, the sounds of her low cries and flesh slapping flesh filling the room. She moved with him, trying to give him the pleasure he was giving her, but he only drove in harder and jerked her head back with her hair wrapped around his fist.

“I will take what I want from you, kitten. No more, no less.” He continued to fuck her, only slowing as she clenched down, hovering at the edge of an overwhelming orgasm. “Not yet. Hold back for me, girl. Yes, very good. Like that.”

He pulled out, then teased her with shallow thrusts until she whimpered, panted, and finally, begged. “Please, Master. Please let me come.”

“Since you ask so sweetly.” He bent down and kissed between her shoulders, hardly moving at all. “You may.”

Feeling so little of him inside her, desperate for so much, Laura teetered on the brink, unable to slip over. Almost as though he’d offered her the chance to fly, but was holding her back. He brought his hands to her hips, and she sensed the moment he truly released her. He thrust in and she soared, not going down, but riding turbulent currents that whipped her up toward the blazing hot sun. She screamed and clenched down as the heat swallowed her whole.

The last few thrusts made her feel almost unbearably tender, but Raif’s low growl of pleasure as he came was the only thing that truly sated her. She held still as he withdrew, then went willingly into his arms, rubbing her cheek against his bare chest and purring.

He tipped her face up, kissing her even as he rested back against the closed door of a horse stall. “Sweet little kitten. I enjoy you much more like this.”

She laid her head on his shoulder. “No more ‘little mouse.’”

Grinning, he flicked one of the cat ears on top of her head. “We shall see, though it would be difficult to take any scene seriously with you wearing Mickey Mouse ears.”

“Yeah, not sure I’m up to that yet.”

“You’d make a pretty pony.” Raif looked around the room as though already planning the next time they’d play here. “We were all too eager for one another to truly appreciate our surroundings, but in the future—”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” She snickered as Raif cocked his head at a loud groan from Tyler, who Chicklet must have taken into one of the other horse stalls. “Not tha…well,
that
too, but what you said.”

“You didn’t let me finish, pet.”

“You said enough to make me very happy.” Laura closed her eyes, soaking in the leather scent and spicy cologne that clung to Raif. His warmth, the strength in the arms around her. And the voices of the man and woman she loved so near. She still couldn’t say for sure what her feelings for Raif were, but she could easily see them becoming more. “We have a future.”

L
ater that night, Tyler heard sounds in the kitchen and rose from where he’d decided to sleep on the floor in Chicklet’s room. His shoulders, his ass, and his thighs were sore, but he was still feeling a bit high from the scene and the sex hours earlier, so he didn’t have too much trouble moving. Sleeping arrangements were going to have to be worked out though. He’d been a gentleman and let Laura sleep on the bed between Chicklet and Raif, but he wasn’t going to get enough rest for the game tomorrow if he stayed here.

If he’d guessed right and Laura was up, he’d convince her to come to his room to snuggle. He went to the kitchen and grinned when he saw her sitting at the table with a mug of warm milk and a stack of peanut butter cookies.

“Hungry?” He stole one of the cookies and dropped into the chair beside her. Hissed out a breath as the welts on his ass and thighs throbbed.

Laura smirked at him and took another bite from the cookie in her hand. “A little, but I was mostly hoping you’d get up like you always do and sit with me for a bit. You were spacey when we left the club, so we didn’t get a chance to talk.”

She didn’t look mad, so hopefully this was the good kind of conversation. He motioned with his cookie for her to go ahead.

Taking a sip of milk, Laura’s gaze shifted to his shoulder. She set down her mug and took a deep breath. “Why the tattoo, Tyler? That’s even more extreme than taking ten lashes for me. What if things hadn’t worked out?”

He lowered his gaze and shrugged. “I considered that before even getting the tattoo. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. Or years from now.” He licked a few crumbs from his lips, wondering if she’d think he was crazy. But he met her eyes because they’d promised each other the truth going forward. “I’ll always love you, Laura. Even if we weren’t together, I’d think about you every time I heard about a cop getting hurt on the job. I’ll always wonder if this will be the day you don’t come home, whether it’s to me and Chicklet and Raif, or to Chicklet alone, or to someone else. This was my crazy way to keep you safe. Might not be good for anything, but if there’s any chance it gives you that little bit of extra protection, then it’s a good thing.”

Laura smiled and reached out to take his hand. “You amaze me. I really don’t deserve you.”

“Probably not. You didn’t even shop around for the best deal when you tried to get rid of me.” He grinned when she let out a small, exasperated growl. He didn’t mind talking, but no way would he let things get all serious. “I mean, look at me! You could have started a bidding war or something—become a very rich woman.”

“Damn it, Tyler, it’s not like I sold you to Raif.” She punched his unmarked shoulder, laughing when he grabbed it and bent over, playing like he was in terrible pain. “You want truth from me? I love that you make me smile and laugh, but it bothers me when you do that.”

Looked like the nagging was about to start. But he wouldn’t complain. He’d asked her to tell him when he messed up. “Do what?”

“Joke or change th
e subject when someone tries to have a discussion with you. I’m willing to bet you haven’t explained the situation with your mother to either Chicklet or Raif.”

His jaw hardened and he shifted his gaze toward the fridge, to the hall, trying to find anything to get Laura off
that
subject. After the week he’d had, the
last
thing he wanted to dredge up was “the situation” with his mother. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“You’re doing it again. She left a message the other day, you know. She broke her engagement because she can’t go through with marrying Jules without you by her side. And she doesn’t think you’re ready to be there.”

“And it’s really awesome that you listened to my message. Thanks.”
Fuck this
. Tyler pushed away from the table. Maybe sleeping alone in his own bed wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Is this how we’re starting fresh, Tyler?” Laura’s voice was soft, and she hadn’t moved to follow him, but the house was quiet and the words resonated with the impact of a shout. He hesitated in the doorway as she continued. “Why does the idea of your mother getting married again bother you so much?”

He fisted his hands by his sides and turned. “The last few husbands, hell, all the boyfriends she’s had, have abused her in some way. I kinda liked seeing her becoming stronger all on her own, visiting her and not seeing bruises and black eyes. Talking to her on the phone and not hearing her sound so lifeless.”

“Why didn’t I know about any of this? Damn it, I always saw you as a spoiled momma’s boy.”

The edges of his lips twitched. “You weren’t wrong; I am a momma’s boy. And yes, I know, I’m joking and I should give you details and cry and let you see how much the shit from my childhood still hurts me sometimes.” He shook his head and approached the table, desperate to get rid of the ache in his chest that bringing up the past always gave him. “I don’t want to do that right now. I’ll try, Laura, I swear I will, but you can’t expect everything all at once.”

“I don’t. This was good, though. I feel like I’m getting to know you all over again.” She held out a cookie. “Here. Sweets always cheer you up. And you can change the subject if you want.”

“You already know me pretty well.” He took the cookie, stuffed it into his mouth, and held out his hand. “Come to bed with me. I’ve decided I want you there after all.”

“Can I bring the cookies?” She let him pull her to her feet, grabbing the remaining cookies when he nodded. “Do you still want to watch a movie?”

Flicking on the light in his room, he glanced at the pathetic pile of DVDs he still had and shook his head. The night had gone well, and he wasn’t going to keep bringing up what they’d both suffered to get past, but every time he turned around there was a reminder. “I forgot I broke them all.”

“Oh, Tyler.” Laura wrapped her arms around him from behind, obviously being careful of the welts, and pressed her lips to his shoulder. “We’ll replace them. And I know there are a few of the newer movies you don’t have. We can—”

“No, I don’t want to replace them.” He felt her go still behind him and drew her in front of him so she could see his face and understand that he wasn’t upset. “We’ll find new favorites. Tell me what movies you love. I don’t care if they’re sappy romances or old black and white movies. Let’s find something that can be ours.”

She wet her lips and rose up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “We’ve found that Tyler. And I have a better idea. Hold me tonight the way you always did after I woke up from nightmares. There are still so many things we had that are worth keeping, and I don’t want to forget them.”

“Is that what woke you up, Laura? A nightmare?” He rubbed her arms, searching her eyes for the shadows that usually lingered for hours when her dreams reflected the horror she faced in real life.

Lowering her gaze, she shook her head. “I woke up and thought that you were gone. Once I saw you weren’t, I just couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“Come here.” He slid onto the bed, holding up the blanket so she could climb under the covers with him. She used his chest as a pillow and brought one hand up to toy sleepily with his curls while he bent his arm and rubbed the back of her neck.

This was so comforting, familiar, almost as if nothing had changed. Her skin was a little cool to the touch, but she warmed up as he covered her with the blanket and held her close. He breathed in the sweet scent of her, which always made him think of honey and flowers. The way she fit against him was the same, as though she belonged right there. Only her fears were different tonight, not terrible things that had happened that he couldn’t erase.

He kissed the top of her head. “I’m here, Laura. At first I thought maybe you were right to want me out of your life. I’ve been there before, and I had to accept that what I thought I had would never last. But with you, with Chicklet, and now with Raif, there’s a place for me.” He could tell she was ready to drift off to sleep. The small smile on her lips made him sure this time she’d have pleasant dreams. He closed his eyes, whispering one last thing he hoped she’d always remember. “I swear to you, Laura. No matter what you do, I’m not going anywhere.”

THE END

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