Ultimate Surrender: The Surrender Series, Book 2 (18 page)

Him calling her things like that didn’t compute. He didn’t have to. She was already there. Already beneath him. Already open and willing to give him her body to do with as he pleased.

So why did he say things like that to her?

It couldn’t have been because he was still trying to woo her.

He already had what he was going to get from her.

“Yes-s-s-s,” slithered past her vocal cords. Surely that couldn’t be her voice. No way he could strip her of everything but her need to come for him. Her need for…him.

“Good. Come for me. I need it. It’s been hours since I made you come. Way too long. Come for me.”

The sound of his voice. It did something to her. It was magic and beautiful and sexy. She’d never had such a reaction to someone’s voice before.
But his? Coupled with the drive beneath the words. The enthusiasm. The honesty.

He needed her to come for him.

Needed it. Her.

His tongue across her ass pushed her over the edge. He pushed it inside her tight channel as she came.

She’d come for him quite a few times, but each one surprised her. It wasn’t just okay. It wasn’t just a little bite of pleasure. Each one rocked her to the very core of the woman she didn’t realize she’d become.

A sexual being in need of a man to bring her to her knees. To take her. Pleasure her. Punish her. Not because she was bad, but because he thought she was so, so good.

Delicious excitement fueled by the man behind her rushed to every dark corner inside her. The light of him filled her up, igniting some kind of rapture beneath her skin she didn’t even know existed.

“So. Beautiful.” He kept up the steady rhythm of fucking his fingers inside her as she came while he stood behind her. “Birth control. Are you on any?”

It took her a second to get her brain to kick in. “Y-yes.”

“I’m clean. You?”

“Completely.”

“Fuck.” He pushed another finger into her wet hole and grabbed one of her hands. “Hold yourself open for me.”

She moved her other hand, mirroring where he’d placed her first one.

“Fuck, yeah. Just like that.”

Holding herself wide, she tried to open her eyes. They weighed a ton and she just couldn’t get there.

Then his fingers were gone and she wondered if she’d done something wrong.

The rhythmic sound of something wet behind her should have been her first clue, but the panic won instead.

Her eyelids finally lifted and she peered over her shoulder.

Behind her, Campbell stood, fisting his cock with the hand he’d had inside her. Light from the ceiling glinted off the wetness on his fingers as he pumped his thick erection faster and faster.

“Fuck. Yes. Just like that. Hold your pussy open for me. I’m gonna come all over you. Watch my cum shoot inside you.” His gaze flipped up to hers and time froze.

It was one of those moments she’d remember for the rest of her life as he latched on to one of her hands holding her ass and squeezed.

The first pulse of his cum shot out of his cock, landing across her ass and her back. The next, inside her pussy as she held herself open for him. With the tip hovering in front of her hole he came inside her. Like a homing beacon it knew exactly where it belonged.

“Fuck, you turn me on.”

The raw need of his words shut down her panic. Like a switch, his voice just turned it off.

His cum sank inside her, through her skin, through his wants, his desires.

He fixed some part of her she didn’t want to acknowledge had been broken.

She relaxed against the counter as he let go of her hand. Tucking her fists beneath her, she lay there and let him take care of her, clean her. Redress her.

But his cum inside her pussy?

That was hers.

She’d earned it and giving it up wasn’t something she wanted to do.

Ever.

Being on birth control she had only a very small risk of getting pregnant.

That last word made her pause as he lifted her off the counter and into his arms. And she went willingly, curling against his chest.

“Can I ask a question?” she asked as he sat down with her on the couch, tucking the blanket off the back around them.

“Anything.”

Staring into his eyes, she knew he meant it, and that he’d be honest with her. She didn’t really know what to do with that kind of transparency. Vulnerability made her want to hide, but she wanted to be strong for him. With him.

“Do you masturbate often? Jack off?”

His mouth turned down and he shook his head. “Rarely, if ever. Jacking off sucks. I’d rather be pissed off and horny than take my cock in my hand.”

“But you just jacked off inside me. On me. You could have fucked me, but you didn’t. And it only took you like five seconds. Why?”

“Why didn’t I take you? Or how did I come so fast?”

Rubbing her lips together, she had to concentrate not to bolt from his lap. “Both.”

“I needed to see it. My cum. Shooting inside you and watching it as your pussy contracted from coming for me. So fucking hot. And fast? Are you kidding me? You’re so unbelievably hot. I had my hands inside you. My tongue. Your taste on it. And the taste of your ass because you’d let me fuck your ass if I wanted it.”

It wasn’t a question but for some reason it seemed as if she needed to answer it. She nodded and watched his mouth as he spoke.

“You turn me on. Hardcore. I can’t not come with you.”

For admissions, that was a doozy.

“Ditto.”

He palmed her cheek and then kissed her.

“Oh my gawd,” she blurted out. “I just practically came on the phone with my best friend while you were eating my pussy.”

His smug smile should not have been a turn-on. “Yes you did, but I was nice and waited until you’d hung up.”

“You hung up.” Her head collapsed back on his arm behind her. “I dropped the phone.”

“Well, there was that.”

“Oh. My. Gawd.”

“They’ve had sex before. I’m sure she won’t be too traumatized.”

“And we’re having dinner with them tonight?”

“Yep. We need to be there at five.”

“What are we supposed to wear?”

“Uhh. Clothes?”

“Men.” She shook her head and contemplated calling Angela back to ask her. Nope. She’d wing it.

The amount of explaining she was going to have to endure was already legion. She snuggled into Campbell and breathed him in.

And for once, the thought of sharing what had just happened between them made her giggle.

Well…that could have been the orgasm too.

“Care to share?” He ran a hand across her shoulder and down her arm.

The t-shirt was in her way. She wanted to be skin to skin on him.

“That depends on how long we have until we need to get ready to go.”

Glancing at the clock, his mischievous eyes sparkled. “We always have time.” He peeled the blanket away. “Always.”

Chapter Sixteen

Natalie

Angela closed the door to the bathroom and then jumped up and down.

“I can’t believe you’ve contained yourself this long.” Natalie tried to be a hard-ass but she couldn’t keep her smile in check. Especially not as Wyatt tried to chew on her fingers as she held him.

“I’ve been dying to get you alone.” She jumped up and down some more. “Dying. I kept my cool for like the last…” She checked her watch as she took it off. “Two hours. Two. Hours.”

“So, you asking me to help bathe the baby was…?”

“Of course completely valid slash a very planned excuse to be able to ditch the boys in the living room so we could dish about your afternoon activities.” She set her watch on the counter and grabbed the baby bath from the bottom shelf in the bathroom closet. Setting it in the bathtub, she turned the water on as Natalie undressed the squirming little boy and stripped off his wet diaper.

“So sorry you had to hear that earlier. I was too…uhh…involved to be embarrassed about it at the time, but it kicked in full strength when we were…taking a break.”

“A break? So delicious. And nothing to be sorry about. It was hot. I thank you for the inspiration.” She added soap to the bathtub and then put some in the mini bathtub. Then she laughed. “Clay thanks you, too.” A few bobs of her eyebrows preceded her getting on her knees and then reaching up for Wyatt.

Natalie handed the little squeaking naked boy down to his mama and laughed. “I didn’t ever peg you for the voyeuristic type.”

“I didn’t watch. But I may have if I’d been given the opportunity.”

“You dirty girl,” Natalie accused.

She rolled her hand in front of her and bowed slightly before snagging the baby wash. “Sounds as if you get to wear that title.”

“I have marks on my body.” Natalie blurted it out and then half wished she hadn’t said anything.

“From the attacks?” Angela asked as she shampooed Wyatt’s dark hair.

That was her out. She could change the subject but she didn’t really want to. “Well yes, and no.”

Angela grabbed a bowl, filled it with water, and rinsed off the baby. “No as in— Like, marks?”

Natalie nodded.

“What kind?” Angela knelt next to the tub and kept a hand on Wyatt as she stared at Natalie. “Like…”

Open-ended, Natalie knew Angela was leaving it open so she could talk to her, tell her what she was comfortable with and nothing more.

She didn’t think Angela would judge her, and she really wanted a girlfriend to confide in and maybe work out some of what was going on in her head.

“Hey.”

Natalie blinked and focused on Angela. She held her hand out for her and Natalie took it, letting her friend pull her down onto the floor with her.

“Nothing you say will leave here. Ever. I won’t even tell Clay what we discuss. You know that, right?”

Squeezing her hand, Natalie nodded. “I think I knew that already but I also think I needed to hear it.”

“You kept secrets for me for more than a decade until I was ready to share them myself.” She glanced at the baby who was happily splashing around. “I’m pretty sure I owe you tons.”

“You’ve kept secrets for me for that long too. You don’t owe me anything.”

Angela smiled at her and squeezed her hand before grabbing the bowl and pouring more water over Wyatt. “So why hesitate?”

“My family, I guess. I’ve always had to be so guarded. Since I walked away from them years ago I haven’t really dated anyone. I always have to keep things a secret. And if this kind of thing ever got out.” Natalie stared up at the ceiling and shook her head. “Ugh. Can’t imagine what would happen.”

“Kink doesn’t make you a bad person.”

“I know.” She mostly believed that. “But there’s a lot of very conservative people out there who contribute to the clinic. It getting out that I like to submit to a man would probably have my funding dry up quicker than rain in the Sahara.”

“Submit. That’s delicious. I wondered.”

Natalie stared at her again. “Wondered what?”

“If you were on the top of that power exchange or if Campbell was. I didn’t want to assume either way.”

“Me topping him? Not. Being on my knees for him? Damn.”

“Hot?”

“Blistering,” she admitted on an almost moan.

“So…” Angela bit her bottom lip. “You have to give me at least an idea of what was going on earlier. You said you weren’t having sex. But it sure sounded like you were having sex. And I know you don’t have to tell me but, oh my gawd, you have to tell me.”

“I rolled my eyes at him in the kitchen.”

“Doing dishes,” Angela added helpfully.

“Exactly. And then I ended up bent over the cleared counter. Half naked. With his mouth on me. And his fingers. Oh gawd his fingers.” Natalie closed her eyes. “He makes me forget everything else even exists.”

“That is so hot.”

“Yes he is.”

“No. I mean yes, but I meant him turning your head off. Silencing everything else. Making the whole world disappear. Nothing better.”

“I’m beginning to agree with you. Still scares the shit out of me.”

Angela nodded and tickled Wyatt. “It will. Gets easier.” She tickled the baby again and he giggled. “You mentioned earlier you have to be guarded when you date. Is that what you and Campbell are doing? Dating?”

“No. We’re just having sex. A lot of sex.”

Angela tried to cover the snicker but she wasn’t successful. “You do realize how ironic that statement is, right?”

Natalie thought for a second. “No. Why?”

“We just had a double date dinner.”

Her heart stopped for a second before it kicked in hard again. “We had dinner but I don’t think that makes it a date.”

“Campbell looked at you the whole time.”

“So?”

“You kept blushing.”

“That’s just because, well… Because. Doesn’t make it a date.”

“And he kept holding your hand under the table.”

“Uhh…”

“I might be young but I wasn’t born yesterday. You’re dating and having sex. Why is that a problem?”

“Because I don’t want to date. I don’t want to fall for him. My heart isn’t open for breaking. I just can’t deal with that. And he’s working for me. That seems like a large conflict of interest.”

“Conflict of interest or fate?”

Natalie shook her head and tried to speak, but Angela talked over her.

“You’re too young to think love isn’t worth being open to.”

“Says the girl who slept with no one since being with Clay years ago.”

Instead of being offended, Angela laughed. “What can I say, I have high standards. And it took Clay protecting me to bring us back together. Maybe that’s exactly what you and Campbell needed to get together.”

“Or maybe we just need to screw like rabbits for forty-eight hours straight to get it out of our systems and we can go back to being grouchy at each other?”

Angela stared at her and pulled the stopper on the bathtub. “Do you really believe that?”

Shaking her head, Natalie grabbed a towel so she could take Wyatt as soon as his mama lifted him out of the tub. Wrapping him up and drying him off, she stared at him, hoping someday she’d be lucky enough to hold her own son again. “I don’t know what to believe. I was wrong about him. That much I know. And sex with him?” She whispered the last part. Holding Wyatt close, she bent one of her knees and pulled her sock down to show Angela marks the cuffs made earlier in the day. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”

“Cuffs?” Angela touched the mark and smiled. “So hot.”

Natalie moved one of her long sleeves and showed her the matching marks on her wrists. “And I have bite marks. On my thighs.”

“Have you ever played with anyone before like this? Gotten kinky before?” She straightened up the bathtub and set the smaller tub up on its end to drain, giving Natalie a bit of time to think about her answer.

“Nothing like this. And you know what?”

Angela got to her feet and took Wyatt from Natalie so she could stand. “What?”

Glancing in the mirror, Natalie quickly looked away, afraid she’d lose her nerve. “I thought I knew what sex was all about. But I’d always kind of wondered what the big deal was.”

Staring at baby Wyatt, Angela gave him a kiss and then looked back up to Natalie. “And now?” she asked with a more than knowing glint in her eye.

She tried to speak but failed. Tried again with the same result and then smiled. “Now I know what people are talking about. Now I know why nations have been wagered for it. Why people wax poetically about it. He’s…woah.”

Angela gave baby Wyatt back to Natalie and opened the bathroom door.

The rush of cooler air against her cheeks let her know exactly how overheated she was. And the warm steam from the bathtub had little to do with it.

“We’re going to get Wyatt ready for bed,” Angela called out as they walked down the hallway to the nursery.

Clay spoke up. “Need any help?”

“Nope.”

“Is that code for you’re talking about us and testosterone isn’t welcome in your presence at the moment?”

“You got it,” Angela answered as she grabbed a onesie from Wyatt’s dresser.

They got the baby lotioned up, diapered, and dressed before Angela sat with him in the rocking chair and nursed him while they spoke in hushed words.

“A double date.” The words came out of Natalie’s mouth as if they were a revelation.

“What? Tonight?”

“Yeah. That’s what we had tonight?”

“That’s exactly what we had tonight. Dinner. Conversation. Flirting. Laughing. Dating.”

“Ugh.”

Angela laughed and startled Wyatt, who groused at her. She petted his back and got him latched back on. “Not exactly what you thought last week would be happening this week?”

“Not even in the same dimension.”

“Campbell freak out at the nursery?”

Natalie smiled a bit smugly. “Just a bit.”

“Epic.” Angela yawned and covered her mouth. “Sorry. Long days. Long nights.”

“Worth it?” Natalie asked as her friend stared down at her son. The son she almost lost. The boy she almost gave her life for.

“Every sleepless night. Every aching muscle. Every worry. Every fear.” She brushed his hair forward as he nursed on her. “Everything is worth it to have him in my arms.”

A familiar ache settled inside Natalie’s chest. “I’m so very happy for you. For Clay. You guys finding each other again was amazing.”

“Life’s rarely what you think it’s going to be. But sometimes, just sometimes, it works out even better than you think it will.”

“I completely agree.”

A deep voice from the doorway pulled Natalie’s attention from her friend.

Clay, Angela’s husband and the love of her life, was staring at his wife. He walked to her and kissed her lips. Twice. “I just came in to say good night to mini-man. I’ve missed him.”

“It’s getting late and it’s been a super long week. I think we’re going to take off.”

“Sorry for being a party pooper.” Angela yawned again and unlatched a sleeping Wyatt and moved him to her shoulder to pat his back. “These every-three-hour feedings wreck my sleep schedule.” The rest of her body language told Natalie that she didn’t really mind at all.

“No apology needed.” Natalie walked over and hugged Clay. “Thanks for having us. Dinner was awesome. Company was even better.” Leaning over, she kissed Angela’s cheek and then Wyatt’s head. “Call you tomorrow?”

“Please,” Angela answered as she rocked the baby and hummed a lullaby.

“You’re welcome anytime. Both of you. You know that, right?” Clay put an arm around her shoulder and walked her back down the hall.

“Yes I do. Love you guys a lot. You’re both like the family I got to pick.”

Clay gave her one more squeeze before turning the corner. “Ditto.”

And there stood Campbell, shrugging on his leather coat. His smile when he caught sight of her melted her in places she thought she’d put on perma-frost.

He grabbed her coat and held it open for her to put on. Settling it on her shoulders, he pulled her hair from beneath the collar and kissed her neck.

What was happening between her and Campbell?

She had no clue.

But as he breathed her in, she leaned against the side of his stubbled jaw and wondered if she’d be the same when he walked away.

She wouldn’t be and she knew it.

For some odd reason she was starting to think keeping him wasn’t all that bad.