Vodka On The Rocks (The Uncertain Saints Book 3) (13 page)

“You’re mine,” I told her bluntly. “Let’s cut the bullshit. Okay?”

She blinked. “What bullshit?”

I stared into her eyes, letting her see everything that was in mine for the first time, and she shivered.

“You’re. Mine.”

“You’re…what?” Tasha replied breathlessly, sounding a little worried.

“You’re in there,” I said.

“In where?” She cocked her head.

I narrowed my eyes.

“I didn’t want a woman. I didn’t want anything that even resembles a relationship with a woman. Having a woman makes a guy soft. Makes him do things he would never do normally,” I said. “I had my life just how I thought I wanted it. I’m making good money. I’ve got a club that I love. I live in my dream house. Everything I have is because I worked my
ass
off for it…and had I wanted a woman, I would’ve worked my ass off to find her, but instead you fuckin’ found me.”

She blinked in confusion.

“I found you?” she asked.

I nodded firmly.

“You did. You wormed your way into my life. Made me give a shit about you,” I said. “All I wanted was to be free, to live my life without commitment. But now all I can think about is you. How you’re feeling. What you’re fucking doing. You’ve worked your way into every single one of the cracks in my armor, and I don’t think I’ll ever get you the fuck out or that I even want to,” I informed her.

She laughed.

“Oh, I am. I’m dead fuckin’ serious.”

She blinked, then turned to stare at the bathroom door like she was hoping for it to open.

“I don’t know what to say,” she said finally.

“Nothing to say, darlin.’ We’re doing this,” I vowed, tilting her head up until I could get to her mouth.

Then I slammed my mouth down onto hers.

She gasped, and I used that to my advantage, thrusting my tongue inside the depths of her mouth, tangling my tongue with hers.

She moaned and sagged against the sink, and I gathered her into my arms, moving both of us backwards until I could lead her into the furthest disabled access stall.

She moaned when I turned her, flipping her to face me, before I pressed my hips against hers.

Her back was to the wall now, and her arms circled around my neck as I deepened the kiss.

She gasped when my hand moved from her hip, to curl under her dress.

Her black panties were silk.

Eyes nearly crossing, I moved my fingers until they teased the band of her panties at the lower part of her back.

When she didn’t protest the movement, I slowly let them slip inside, allowing my fingers to follow the line of her crack.

Her head fell backward, and her eyes connected with mine as we both inhaled huge gulps of air.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” she advised. “It’s bad.”

“Fuck bad,” I murmured, lifting her up until her legs were around my hips.

She gasped into my mouth as I let my fingers run down the length of her slit.

When I felt the wetness at the entrance to her pussy, I gathered it, circling her hole with just the tips of my fingers.

Slowly, I coated nearly three fingers, and let first one, then two, slip inside of her.

Her eyes widened at the feel of me filling her, and then they closed all together when I moved them in and out.

Her hips jerked as she tried to find what she needed, and I moved my lips down to her exposed collarbone, nipping with my teeth and letting my beard play along the top of her shoulders.

It rasped against her smooth skin, and I smiled, knowing for a fact that she’d have a beard burn tomorrow.

Did I care?

Hell no.

I wanted her to wear my mark.

“You feel so good,” she breathed, but froze when the door to the bathroom pushed open, and two females poured through, laughing about something.

“God, did you see the two hotties in the tuxes at the table behind ours?” one asked.

When I saw Tasha’s eyes narrow, and the fog of passion start to drift away from her eyes, I slammed my mouth back onto hers and eased another finger inside of her.

Now she was taking three, and it was all I could do to whip out my cock and demand that she take me.

“I’m close,” she whispered.

My cock hardened impossibly further.

“I know, Tammy! I think they’re identical twins, too! Can you imagine having both of those hotties at the same time?” another female voice butted in.

The sound of water running had me dropping her back down to her feet before I dropped down to my knees and roughly shoved her dress up.

I was extremely pleased that they had such a big stall, otherwise it would’ve been impossible to do this here.

But it was, and we did.

I held her dress up with one hand and lifted her leg to rest over my shoulder with the other before I pulled her panties aside and buried my mouth into her pussy.

The flavor of her burst over my tongue like a spice cake, and I nearly groaned in excitement.

Tasha did let out a little squeak of surprise that quickly turned to sheer lust in the next second.

“Oh, God,” she gasped when I shoved two fingers back into her while I sucked her pretty little clit into my mouth.

I flicked it with my tongue and looked up at her as she watched me go down on her.

I wasn’t the least bit surprised when the ripples started to roll through her.

Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, and her juices covered my face.

I lapped and sucked my way through her orgasm, only stopping when her fingers tightened into my hair.

“What was that?” the woman outside the stall asked.

“I thought I heard something,” the other replied.

“Oh, well, I don’t hear anything now.”

I let her panties slip back over her pussy, then brought my fingers up to my mouth and licked them clean.

Her eyes widened as she watched, her chest heaving.

I stood up and pressed my mouth against hers.

She didn’t seem to mind the taste of herself on my mouth, and I found that I quite liked that a fuckuva lot.

Oh, the possibilities.

“Let’s go eat,” I mumbled.

Her smile was timid.

“I think you already did.”

I never make the same mistake twice. Usually it’s five or six times. A girl has to be sure.

-Life Lesson

Tasha

I was nervous as hell as he led me into his house.

It was dark and quiet, both of his sisters had chosen to stay at the hotel near the vineyard. Their mother had booked a room for them for the night so they wouldn’t have to drive, and I was fairly sure CeeCee and Joe were using it before the wedding even ended.

I was glad we had the house to ourselves, because I suspected things that I was really looking forward to were going to happen. Loudly.

Or would have, had Casten not gotten a phone call.

My belly was fluttering like bats had taken flight inside me.

I turned to regard Casten as he methodically emptied his pockets on a shelf that rested just inside the door.

My skin started to tingle at the way he was looking at me.

Hungrily. Predatorily.

He wanted me, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. Not even a little bit.

Me, I was afraid.

I’d always been afraid to put it out there. I was never the one to make the first move.

Which was why I was standing frozen in the middle of Casten’s living room.

My red dress wrinkled from all that I’d done that day.

My hair a messy mass around my face, hair having slipped from my pinned bun.

Hell, even some of the bobby pins I’d put in my hair were just barely hanging on.

“You look worried,” Casten’s deep voice broke me out of my contemplation of my hair and how horrible I had to look.

“I…” my voice cracked and I cleared my throat. “I’m nervous.”

He smiled and walked towards me, hunting me.

He didn’t have to hunt me, though, because I wasn’t moving.

I was like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

His eyes dipped down, taking in my neckline, then flicked up to my face.

“You feeling okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “A little sore. Not much anymore since I’ve rested so much.”

He was inches away by the time that answer left my mouth, and I could smell him.

He smelled so good, like leather and spice.

Normally, I wouldn’t think it was a good combination, but on him, it was divine.

He closed the last few inches to me, then slowly circled his arms around my waist, bringing his face down to mine.

My heart was beating a million miles an hour as I looked up into his face, waiting to see what he’d do next.

“Tasha,” he rumbled.

My eyes studied his stormy gray ones.

“Yeah?” I licked my lips.

He watched the movement.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

My heart stopped beating completely.

“I’m going to be gentle as I can. But if I hurt you, or something’s uncomfortable, tell me,” he ordered. “Okay?”

I nodded, not able to say anything more, or anything less.

“Good.”

Then I was moving.

I was in his arms.

He’d swept me off my feet!

My arms automatically circled his neck as he strolled down the hall, not to my room, but to his.

His big, comfy bed came into view, and I got my first good look at the massive piece of furniture.

I’d studiously avoided looking at anything in his room when I’d discovered he had nipple piercings.

Now, though, I saw it.

Saw the massive four poster bed.

Saw the intricate wrought-iron work that made up the head and foot boards.

A sudden vision of him tying me up to all four posts, me spread eagle and at his mercy, had me clenching my thighs tightly shut to circumvent the burn I could feel building at those thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice was rough as he sat me down gently on the side of the bed.

I was looking into his face.

Directly into his eyes.

“Ummm,” I hesitated. “How much I like your bed.”

He grinned.

“Most expensive piece of furniture in the whole fuckin’ house,” he told me.

I didn’t doubt it.

I bit my lip again.

“No need to be nervous, darlin’,” he soothed. “I’ve got plans. But they’re only going to leave you tired and sated. Not hurt. Promise.”

I didn’t doubt that, either.

He slowly started to pick out bobby pins, dropping them onto the floor beside his feet.

I held still, letting him get each and every one before I asked what he was doing.

“Why are you taking those out?” I wondered.

“Because I like to feel your hair. I’ve been dreaming about what this mass of wavy strands would feel like around my hips when I was fucking your mouth. And to feel that, I have to take all these little things out,” he admitted.

My face flushed, and he grinned.

He pulled the last thing out, the hair tie, and tossed it onto the floor before he slowly untied my dress from around my neck.

The top fell over, and he reached around to my back and unclasped the bra, exposing my breasts to his gaze.

“Been dreamin’ about these, too,” he admitted, fingering my nipples with the lightest of touches.

My nipple peaked.

It didn’t take much.

The rings made them more sensitive…and he would know that.

I closed my eyes when he repeated the process on the other side, this time going as far as to give an experimental tug.

I gasped.

He chuckled.

“Lay down and let me get this dress off of you,” he ordered.

I complied, leaning backwards gently and letting him work my dress off my hips with two slow pulls.

My panties went with the dress and, suddenly, I was left completely exposed to his gaze.

“God,” he whispered, leaning down into the bed to get a closer look.

His chest wedged my legs further open, and he looked down with a throaty growl before looking up at my face once again.

“I’ve wanted you for a fucking long time,” he said.

I bit my lip.

“Ever since you bought me that coffee.”

I didn’t reply.

“Watched you walk down the road in your tight little shorts was the biggest torture I’ve ever experienced in my life. If someone had you on the other side, flaunting your tight ass in your tight little shorts, I would’ve given up every one of my secrets in a heartbeat.”

I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

I went with good, though.

“I’ve wanted you since I met you,” I admitted shyly.

He grinned, leaning down and putting pressure on my lower half.

“I know. Why do you think I tried so hard not to be around you?” he mused.

I shrugged, self-consciously crossing my arms over my upper half.

He caught my arms before they could make it around my chest to cover my breasts.

“Because you didn’t like me?” I guessed.

He stood up straight, then pulled me down to the end of the bed until my bare pussy rested against his still-clothed cock.

“No. Because I liked you too much. You’re Trouble, with a capital T. You’ll ruin me.” He ran his lips along my belly. “You’ll put me back together, but you’ll be a part of me when you’re through, and I’ll never be able to function without you ever again. Forever.”

My heart utterly melted at hearing this big, strong man say something so sweet.

“I won’t break you, I promise,” I assured him.

He grinned, then leaned back and studied my face.

“Are you on birth control?” He licked his lips as he slowly worked his belt loose.

I nodded. “Yeah. Since like, fifth grade.”

He stopped. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

I giggled. “More like tenth grade…or maybe eleventh. Although I sucked at the pills, if you can remember. Which is why I’m on the shot. But it makes me fatter. I’ve gained fifty pounds since I started…”

He placed his hand over my mouth.

“All I need right now is a yes or a no,” he informed me.

I nodded, and he took his hand away from my mouth, fingers working nimbly on his shirt’s buttons.