Too Much: A Loveswept Contemporary Erotic Romance (All or Nothing) (25 page)

His face hardened and his eyes narrowed again. Her stomach tugged. She did that to him, and feminine pride joined the lust barreling through her body. Daly pushed him so close to the edge of his control he became even more dominant.

She loved it.

She loved
him.

“Let’s go,” he said, and desperation coated his words. He literally pulled her out of the restaurant so fast she had to laugh. “You’re laughing,” he growled.

“I am … 
Sir.
”

“We’ll see if you can laugh with my cock in your mouth.”

“Oooohhh, a promise?”

Another quintessentially Jeremiah look and she tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, stumbling into him. She took the opportunity to run her hand along the length of his hard shaft.

“More than a promise, love,” he bit out as he ran a finger along her lips. The car pulled up to the curb. “Remember what I said.”

He helped her into the Lincoln Town Car that had been equipped much as a limo on the inside. He took the seat opposite her and raised the glass between them and the driver. Then he raised an eyebrow.

Another thrill coursed through Daly, bringing goose bumps along her flesh, furling her nipples even tighter in the clamps. It hurt so good—the way only Jeremiah could make it hurt. Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders. His gaze missed none of it. His hands clenched into fists where they sat on his thighs. Clench, release. Clench, release.

Then Daly lifted her skirt.

“Spread your legs.” His voice was so low, so deep, she had to struggle to hear it.

But she did as he commanded.

“You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen,” he murmured. “The only time it looks prettier is when it’s wrapped around my dick.”

Jeremiah unzipped his pants and pushed them down to the floor. He grabbed his cock and began stroking it from root to tip, squeezing when he got to the head and rubbing what Daly
knew was delicious moisture around before gliding back down.

“Come here, little sub,” he said. “I would top you from the bottom now.”

His play on words had her smiling. She moved to do as he’d demanded and once she’d settled on her knees over his lap, she hung there waiting.

He removed the clamps, one at a time, and as the blood rushed back to engorge her nipples he eased the sting with his tongue. He laved her until she was writhing over him, keening pleas for release pouring from her mouth, hands fisting in his hair and trying to hold him to her breasts. He pinched one nipple between his fingers and sucked the other into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth, and she exploded in an orgasm so intense she saw stars. But he didn’t give her time to come back down before he wrapped his hands in her hair, pulling her ponytail loose until the strands fell down her back.

“Relax,” he whispered as he sat up straighter.

He was such a big man. Even sitting now, chest to chest, she had to look up at him slightly. There was also no way for her to relax with her body, riding a high and about to once again be invaded by ecstasy.

“So tense, little sub. Tell me, what would you have me do to you now?”

She remained silent, unsure how to answer that question. What had started out as simple play in the restaurant had become something much deeper. She could feel the emotion swirling around them. Intent was in his storm-tossed gaze but it eluded her. He wanted something from her.

“Tell me,” he said again, firmer and with a squeeze on her bottom.

“Love me,” she said, the words pulled from her soul.

He impaled her with one smooth roll of his hips and she was lost to him. “I do,” he said at her neck.

Then it began. As the car moved through the streets of Atlanta, Daly was taken by her man, her Dom. Slow strokes, hard strokes, delectable kisses and nibbling bites—he devoured her, and any misgivings she’d ever had about giving herself to Jeremiah Copeland evaporated under his body’s demands. She hovered on the brink of orgasm and he took her over, spilling himself inside of her when she yelled his name.

“Everything,” she said at his lips.

He stared at her, long and hard, before his hand cupped her cheek and he pulled her closer. His cock flexed inside her body and he affirmed, “Always.”

Jeremiah’s main business offices sat in the Equitable Building in the heart of downtown Atlanta. He had a business call he could not put off, so after they’d straightened their clothing, they’d gone to his office and she’d waited on him to finish.

He had gone into shipping. A global market that was competitive as hell, Jeremiah had thrived in the environment and become one of the largest shippers of transcontinental freight in the world. Not too shabby considering his parents had abandoned him at age twelve with two siblings. He’d done what he had to do and come out on the other side of that something better than anyone could have hoped.

Not that many people had ever hoped for Jeremiah. She watched him as he steepled his fingers and played hardball with a client. He was a master tactician and before the call ended, he’d received the contract. She had no idea of his net worth and didn’t really care, but the man seemed loaded. She knew he owned many properties in and around Atlanta—so yeah, her bad boy had handled himself well on the business front.

She’d often seen him pictured in business magazines but had never read the articles, too afraid she’d remember his touch and what she’d walked away from.

“You ready?”

She glanced up from her perch on his office couch and nodded. He pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her waist and simply holding her.

“What’s on your mind?”

She didn’t want to talk about the past. She’d started new. “Nothing important,” she said, and then shrugged off a feeling of impending doom. “Where do we go next?”

He looked out the window of his office. “It’s too cold for the lake. Too warm for snow, so skiing is out. But it might be perfect weather for …” His gaze sliced to her.

She threw back her head and laughed. Then she snuggled against her man and said, “Yeah, we could do some more of that. I’m game.”

“Tell you what, let’s go change and hit Atlantic Station. We could see a movie, go bowling, whatever you want,” he said with a smile.

She shrugged. “I kinda like the first suggestion.”

He smirked. “You would.”

Daly rolled her eyes. “Of course I would. You’re pretty good at making me come.”

“You ain’t so bad yourself, Day.” He waggled his eyebrows and she laughed again.

“Okay, look,” she began. “Let’s go to my place, make a little love, watch movies and eat popcorn and M&Ms. Thoughts?”

He kissed her mouth, a short kiss that had her leaning into him for more. “Perfect plan. But let’s go to my place instead.”

“Why?”

He took her hand and put it over his very hard flesh. “It’s closer,” he responded.

Thirty minutes later, they were pulling up to the same building that housed The Underground. She turned a gimlet eye on him.

“You live here?”

He gave her a sheepish grin and said, “You’ve seen the club, the dungeon, my office, and the apartment off the office. But the top five floors are all mine. The rest are luxury apartments I rent out to certain members of the club.”

Her eyes widened. “Five?”

“Yeah. One for Ruthie, one for David, and three for me.”

She lowered her brows. “Three for you, huh?”

“I’m a big dude,” he said as he leered at her.

“Whatever,” she said with a small laugh.

They pulled beneath the building into a garage and rode a private elevator to the top. She’d just stepped out of the elevator when she heard a gasp. Daly turned and there, in the middle of a huge living room, stood one of her best friends.

“Ruthie!” She hurried toward the woman and once she stood in front of her, Daly stilled.

Jeremiah’s sister was hands down the most beautiful woman Daly had ever seen. Tall and willowy, with creamy skin that set off her ebony hair to perfection, she also had the heart of an angel.

“You just gonna stand there?” Ruthie asked.

“I’m overcome by your beauty,” Daly said with a hand over her heart.

Ruthie snickered. “You’re full of shit is what you are.”

Daly launched herself at Ruthie, and the two women were hugging and crying and talking all at once.

“I missed—”

“You didn’t tell me—”

“How have you—”

“Let me tell you—”

Then they stopped at the same time. “You first,” they both said, and then fell into a fit of giggles.

Jeremiah cleared his throat and Daly glanced up.

“Why didn’t you tell somebody you were coming home?” he asked his sister.

“I have to report to you, J.C.? I don’t think so. I’m a big girl and can make my own schedule. Besides, why didn’t you tell me you were back with my favorite person in the world?”

Silence followed Ruthie’s question and Daly’s gaze never left Jeremiah’s. She waited for his answer. Were they together? Was that what this was?

“You didn’t ask. Besides,” he said in a mocking voice, “it’s not really any of your business.”

“Is too,” Ruthie said.

“Is not,” Jeremiah returned with a negative head shake.

Ruthie snickered, then sighed. “You’re right. I probably didn’t need to know you were getting busy with my best friend. But she damn sure should have told me!”

Ruthie and Daly were almost the same age. Daly was older by six months. They had bonded when they’d met at the age of eighteen and been close ever since, even after Daly left Jeremiah.

“I haven’t had time to tell you, Ruthie.”

“It’s only been a little over a week since I talked to you last, Day-day,” Ruthie whined.

Daly snorted. “Well, this was all sudden, and I’ve been kinda busy,” Daly murmured.

“Yeah—busy getting busy and ewww,” Ruthie said and raised her head to Jeremiah. “So, are you going to stand there or hug me?”

He wrapped his sister in his massive embrace and Daly felt her heart turn over. Jeremiah’s gaze stayed on hers, and in the gray depths was a promise.

“Why’d you come home?” he asked when he let her go.

“I have my reasons,” Ruthie said mysteriously.

Daly wondered if Toby was part of that. She hadn’t seen her brother yet and wondered if he knew Ruthie was home.

“David’s in trouble again,” Jeremiah told his sister, who shrugged.

When everything had happened three years ago, Ruthie had been devastated. That one brother had placed another in the situation David had was the straw that broke the camel’s back for her. Then Tobias compounded that by doing what he’d done, and …

Daly shook her head. Men had little to no clue how to handle women. Her brother and Jeremiah included.

Ruthie nodded. “I wondered,” she said.

Jeremiah’s gaze flew to his sister. “Why’s that?”

“He called and asked me to stay in Vegas. I had planned to come home this month anyway to see you two. When he called, I moved it up.”

“You came home when you knew your brother was in trouble?” Toby’s strident voice
rang out as he stepped from the elevator.

Ruthie’s spine snapped straight and her head swiveled to Toby. “Yes,” she said matter-of-factly.

A small smile played about her lips, and Daly knew that didn’t bode well for her brother.

“Fucking stupid thing to do,” Toby grated out.

Jeremiah rolled his eyes and Daly smothered a laugh.

Ruthie shrugged and ignored Toby. “So, Jeremiah, is my apartment still good?”

“It’s yours as it always was,” Jeremiah said. “Now get out. Both of you.”

Toby glanced around as if finally realizing there were other people in the room besides him and Ruthie. “I’ll escort your sister down.”

Ruthie’s face blanked. “I don’t need you to escort me anywhere, Tobias Edwards.”

“Tough shit,” Toby said and grabbed her hand.

For just a shimmering instant, Ruthie’s façade cracked and Daly saw everything the other woman felt at Toby’s touch. Pain, hope, desire … 
love.
Daly’s breath caught, and she wondered if that was what she looked like when Jeremiah touched her. Her eyes watered and Jeremiah stepped into her line of vision, cradling her face.

Toby and Ruthie disappeared, and all Daly knew was the man in front of her. The one who’d stolen her heart.

“They have to fix what’s going on between them,” he said softly.

She nodded and sank against his heat. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I know, baby. I know.”

He held her close, and for that perfect moment they were just Daly and Jeremiah. Two people who had hurt each other and managed to come back together. Then his phone rang, and he cursed as he glanced at the screen.

“I’ve got to take this, Day.”

She stepped away and nodded. Jeremiah took his call and she wandered around the mammoth apartment. Huge banks of windows lined each wall. It was a very open space and wooden beams lined the ceilings, giving the apartment a rustic feel. Hardwood floors completed the look. Heavy mahogany and leather furniture dominated the living room, and the kitchen was a chef’s wet dream. They had loved to cook meals together. Her heart ached and she rubbed her chest.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice startled her. She’d lost herself in memories for a minute. “Nothing.”

Jeremiah turned her around and put his hands at her hips. “I have something I have to take care of. Shouldn’t take me long. I was thinking I’d bring back some Valenza’s and we can eat, make popcorn, watch some movies, and fuck.”

She laughed. “Sounds like an amazing plan,” she murmured at his lips.

He kissed her then. A sweet, lingering meeting of lips that had her hands burrowing in his hair and her body pressing against his. He growled. She groaned. And then he pulled away and started to walk out.

“Jeremiah?”

He glanced back at her once he was in the elevator. “Yeah?”

“Be safe.”

He nodded, and once the door to the elevator closed, she was left alone.

Jeremiah’s “shouldn’t take long” had gone on for hours. She’d showered and borrowed some of his sweats, loving that in his absence his clothes kept her somewhat warm. He hadn’t bothered to call and eventually Daly had gotten mad, then sad, and finally decided she was going to visit Ruthie. She called her friend, who didn’t hesitate to invite her down.