NaturesBounty (4 page)

“God,” she said, “please tell me this is part of the special
birthday package.”

She sank to her knees in front of him while he tried to
cling to what little flotsam of morals he had left. Jesus, he wasn’t more than
ten steps in the door and the sexiest woman alive was seducing him. If he let
her, she’d probably fuck him where he stood. He could bend her right over the
table beside them and ram his cock inside her, thong and all.

Or, he could stop thinking with his tool and do what he’d
come there for. He should bend her over the table while he cuffed her hands
behind her back, not so he could give his dick what it so desperately wanted.

She yanked the pouch aside, and the second his cock sprang
free, wet, hot lips closed over the swollen head. The moan he let out was equal
parts lust and anger at himself, and while his hands automatically grabbed for
her head to pull her off, her skilled mouth and wicked tongue drove him to do
something quite different. His fingers threaded into her hair while he thrust
deeper in her mouth, cursing under his breath with each press of his hips. This
was wrong, so very, incredibly wrong. But it had been so very, incredibly long
since he’d felt anything this good.

His slacks were still on while she mouth-fucked him, but her
hands kept tugging on his belt until the buckle came free. His pants slid down
around his knees, and he shook his head in a futile attempt to deny what was
happening. He couldn’t do this, no matter how bad she obviously wanted it. No
matter that she was apparently in the same boat as he was romance-wise. And
that this was probably the last sex she’d get outside prison dykes and the
occasional twisted guard.

With a growl, he yanked himself away and pulled her to her
feet. “Facedown on the table,” he commanded, and he bent her over until her
tits and the side of her face was pressed flat against the whitewashed wood.
“Hands behind your back.”

He went through practiced motions, pulling her wrists
together and holding them firmly at the small of her back while he used his
legs and feet to spread hers wider. If he hadn’t completely lost his mind, this
would be the time to admit who he was and cuff her while simultaneously
frisking her. But there was no place on her almost-naked body to conceal any
weapons, unless she had something dangerous buried in her pussy. Something he
was highly inclined to investigate.

Two distinctly different parts of his personality went to
war, fighting for the right to dominate the situation. The bounty hunter had
Lydia right where he wanted her, and all he needed to do was finish restraining
her while informing her of his identity and authorization to take her back to
Colorado. The horny-as-hell, deviant male in him also had Lydia right where he
wanted her, however. And all
he
needed to do was give in to what she was
so fucking hot for that he couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t have both. At least,
he didn’t think so. Thinking wasn’t going so well for him at the moment.

A mantra was playing in his head to the tune of
handcuffs-handcuffs-handcuffs
,
but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out which of the two warring
factions wanted her restrained more.

She wiggled her ass, which was nicely spread for him given
the position of her parted thighs, and she let out a sexy moan. “Please tell me
you stashed about a hundred condoms in that bag of yours.”

His cock jumped in response. Fuck. What a naughty vixen,
weakening his resolve.

Nate shoved her wrists together higher on her back, holding
them tightly in one hand while he reared back with the other.

“First things first,” he said, and he brought his palm down
across that soft, tight ass.

She let out a squeal and wriggled harder. “What was that
for?”

“I believe the birthday girl needs a good spanking.”

“Oh yes,” she said, and his hand lashed out again.

“Have you been good this year, Lydia?” he asked in a mocking
tone. “Or am I right in suspecting you’ve been very, very bad?”

“No, I’m good,” she cooed.

“Bullshit.” He swatted her again.

“You don’t think I can be very good?”

“No, I don’t.” The slapping sound was louder this time, and
she cried out. A hot flush of pink spread over her butt cheeks when he
delivered the next blow. “I think you’ve been incredibly bad,” he said. “You
were on your knees for me, sucking my cock before I could even do the job I
came here for.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, not sounding the least bit
convincing. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you do your job.”

Fuck no, she hadn’t.

“To be honest, I’m not exactly sure what to do about that
right now,” he said.

“You should take pity on a girl who’s all alone on her
birthday with a wet, throbbing pussy. You should fuck her right on this table.”

As soon as she said it, he knew that was exactly what he was
going to do. And that he was going to regret the hell out of it when he was
finished. Too bad he didn’t give a damn.

“Please, Antoine,” she said, sticking her ass out toward
him. “If you don’t believe how wet I am, see for yourself.”

God, he wanted to check with every one of his fingers,
followed by his tongue. But his balls were so heavy and aching for him to take
her that he couldn’t wait.

“I’m not going to touch your pussy with anything except my
cock,” he said. “Right now.”

He let her go and she flipped over, scooting her ass up onto
the dining table. He didn’t need to finger-fuck her to know she was soaked. He
could see the dark, wet stain on her bikini bottoms.

“Take those off,” he ordered.

Two tugs on the hip strings eliminated the last bit of
clothing on her incredible body. Her pussy hair was trimmed close, and the
triangle over her pubic bone had been shaved into a narrow rectangle. He was
rethinking his decision not to stick his face between her thighs when she
propped herself on her elbows and gazed at his red cock.

“Oh my God,” she said in awe. “What kind of condoms did you
bring? Any ribbed ones?”

Condoms? Yeah. Apparently, Lydia believed male strippers
were required to keep a ready supply, and from what Nate had read, she was
probably right. A little detail he hadn’t considered and wouldn’t have figured
was necessary even if he had.

He dug into his wallet for the two foil packages he kept
there, and he took a quick look to make sure they weren’t past the expiration
date. He ripped one open with his teeth and started rolling it on.

She watched him with a curious expression. “You seem a
little out of practice with that for a stripper.”

He got the damn thing on despite his general impatience and
somewhat quivering hands. Then he pushed himself between her legs. “I’m new to
the job.”

Lydia grabbed hold of his sheathed dick and put it right
where he’d been dying to stick it. “Hopefully you’re not new to fucking.”

He pushed himself inside with one long, hard thrust, and he
grunted like a damn animal when he did it. She gasped and tipped her head back.
“Jesus, I guess you’re not new to that. Not at all.”

Nate grabbed her hips and plunged into her again, reveling
in her tight, slick fit. She took hold of his shirt, and this time, she yanked
the front of it hard enough to send three buttons flying.

“I can pay for that,” she said breathlessly.

He’d pay for this too. Later. His mouth quirked upward.
“It’s deductible.”

Grabbing his tie, she pulled him toward her and kissed him
hard. He caught the strong tang of alcohol on her, along with the heady, sweet
taste of willing, aroused female. He gave her his tongue, exploring her mouth
while he fucked her. She held on to his tie with one hand while the other
slipped inside his shirt, and her nails dragging across his chest drove a
hoarse moan from his lips.

Aside from the ruined half of his white shirt and the pants
around his ankles, he was fucking a naked woman while still completely dressed
himself. He hadn’t even managed to get his jacket off. That was a first, one of
several for the day.

Breaking off the kiss, he let go of her hips and tugged her
hair back, exposing her long, slender throat. He ran his tongue down the length
of it and found one of her breasts, flicking the hard, long nipple with his
tongue and then biting down gently.

“Oh God, Antoine,” she cried loudly. “Harder. Bite me.
Fuck
me.”

She was such a wild bitch, bucking her hips like a crazed
woman while she used his tie to hold him in place against her tits. He took her
ass in both hands and lifted her right off the table, pegging her as deep as
his cock would go. She grabbed his shoulders and hung on desperately for the
ride, her breast jiggling in his mouth while her whimpers and moans grew louder
and more fevered.

“Lay me down,” she said in a broken whisper. “Fuck me on the
table.”

He did as she asked, pounding into her while her tits
bounced violently and her hair hung over the far edge of the table. He could
see her fantastic body much better this way anyway, and the incredibly erotic
expression on her face while her head rolled back and forth turned his
temporary madness into full-blown insanity.

She bit her lip and arched suddenly, and her legs wrapped
tight around his back.

“I’m coming,” she called out, a wholly unnecessary
declaration in light of the scream that followed.

Her orgasm happened just in time, because condom or not, the
sensations she aroused in him proved too much to handle. He tossed his head
back while he growled out his climax, digging his fingers into her creamy
thighs while he spent his cum inside the rubber. Her pussy walls contracted
around him relentlessly, milking out more spasms of ecstasy until he couldn’t
shoot off another drop. And that was that.

Nate had done it. He’d fucked a woman he was sworn to bring
to jail. That fact floated somewhere up above his orgasm, although he wasn’t
quite ready to face it yet.

He pulled out of her, but before he could back away, she sat
up and put her arms around him. “Thank you,” she said, pressing her face to his
chest. “You have no idea how bad I needed that.”

He stood there blinking with her clutched to him. “Actually,
I think I have a pretty fair idea.”

“No, you don’t. You can’t.”

Now she sounded as if she was pleading, almost distraught.
When she pulled her head back to look at him, he was surprised to see his dirty
little vixen had tears in her eyes.

“It’s been such a bad year,” she said while he gaped at her.
“All I wanted was to do the right thing. But my boss did something really
terrible. What I mean to say is, it was so nice to lose myself for a few
minutes. Thanks for that.”

The bounty hunter returned at that moment, delivering a
swift mental kick to the groin that doused the aftermath of incredible sex.
Whatever look was on his face must have registered high on Lydia’s
shit-o-meter, because her eyes widened in horror and she slid off the table.

“Wow, I am
so
sorry,” she said in a rush while she
picked up the bottom to her bathing suit and tied the strings back together. “I
know sex is just a fun job perk to you, and that’s fine. Really. Please don’t
think I’m one of those needy chicks.” She put the bikini bottoms back on and
sniffed. “That’s what I get for hitting the good booze. Shit, I hope I didn’t
freak you out.”

Oh, he was well past freaked out and onto wondering which
circle of hell he would land in for screwing a captive before she even realized
she’d been caught. Probably just one level higher than fucking her
after
she
knew she’d been caught.

“It’s okay,” he managed.

He pulled off the spent condom and headed for the adjacent
kitchen to find a paper towel. Lydia kept up her nervous babble.

“I understand if you want to go,” she said, looking around
the floor and finally heading over to snatch up the rest of her swimsuit. “You
certainly performed above and beyond the call of duty.”

He swallowed. Wasn’t that the ironic truth?

When he returned from tossing the condom, he found her tying
the rest of her bikini on and adjusting her breasts until they sat in the cups
to her apparent satisfaction.

She sighed loudly. “But I wish you’d stay a little while.
God, I can’t believe I cried after the best fuck I’ve had in ages.” She shook
her head. “I’m so embarrassed. Please let me make it up to you with a drink. My
way of saying sorry I made a complete ass of myself.”

That made two of them. One drink wouldn’t be nearly enough.
At this point, he was ready to guzzle the whole damn bottle.

“Don’t worry it about it,” he managed.

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” she asked.

He nodded numbly. “I’m not going anywhere.” Not without her.

Her smile set something loose in his chest. “Good. Help
yourself to that drink if you want. I have to run to the bathroom.”

Nate considered coming out with the truth right then, but he
stopped himself. She might as well pee now. They had a long drive ahead of
them.

In his career, it was pretty much a given that the people he
encountered weren’t exactly grateful to him for hauling them back to jail, but
a whole new level of fuck-you dynamics was about to play out. He swallowed
while he watched her flounce toward the hallway. She stopped there and turned.
“By the way, I’d love to see the actual job you came here to do, if you want to
show me when I get back.”

He pasted on a smile and took a moment to study her face as
it looked right then. She wore the glow of a woman who had just been fucked
hard and happily. It was an expression he wouldn’t see from her again. And
considering he’d broken Rule One in a whole new and perverted sense, he
wouldn’t be seeing it from anyone else. Not for a while. He deserved
punishment.

She pointed to his torn shirt and skewed tie. “I hope you
don’t mind my saying so, but while you’re twelve kinds of fucking hot as hell,
a guy in a business suit wouldn’t have been my first choice for a fantasy
striptease. Not anymore. So if you have a different routine in your bag of
tricks, bring it on.” She snorted and disappeared through a door at the edge of
the hallway.