Wicked Ties (Steele Security Series) (9 page)

“I have a concealed carry permit.  I’m legal,” Chaise replied with a smile at Bull’s surprised look.

Back in Bull’s truck, he proclaimed, “I think I need to take you away for a while until the heat dies down.”

Chaise knew his comment was only related to him doing his job, but the way he said it sent shivers down her spine.  The thought of going away with Bull was more than enticing.   But her determination to find Aura overshadowed her desire to run away from everything with the very sexy man seated next to her.

“As much as I’d love that, Bull, I can’t.  I have to go to work tomorrow.”  She kept her voice calm,
projecting a confident outer image, but inside she was dying.   She had been dreading that very conversation all day.

“Chaise, in case you haven’t noticed, your employer is apparently into some very bad shit.  The
Tres Sieses
are after you and work is the last place you need to be.  Even though the breach at my house today was a false alarm, we still have to be careful.”

  Bull’s last statement was the termination of that conversation in his mind.  He was damn good at his job but he couldn’t protect her at
Viboro—the very place from where she thought young girls turned up missing.  He was on the job for a reason and he intended to make sure she stayed safe.

“Colton, I’m going.  I have to find Aura.  I know you don’t believe me, but she was
there—I talked to her mom, and I’m going to find her!  I have to go back to work and try to back trace her from there,” Chaise argued.

“No.”

Chaise’s head whipped around to Bull, her glare burning through him and the steam coming off her raised the temperature in the truck ten degrees in two seconds flat.

“No?” she asked incredulously.  “Are you fucking kidding me?  You think you can just say ‘no’ and that’s it?”

“Yep.”

“That doesn’t work on me, Colton.  I left my overbearing father behind years ago.  I’m the customer in this scenario and I say I’m going back to work!”  Chaise shifted in her seat to turn her body
toward Bull as she spoke.  When she did, her already short dress hiked up her thighs even higher and Bull was reminded that, in their rush to leave his house, Chaise had left her panties behind.

He suddenly forgot what they were arguing about and he had a hard time focusing on the road.  She was still sitting facing him, the flowing material moving with her every breath, moving up and down her smooth skin.  Every few seconds, it would ride up high enough just to torture and tease him with the threat of a very public display, before it moved lower again.

She was still admonishing him with everything she had, but for the life of him, he had no idea what she had said.  He was both dying inside and trying to focus on not killing them both by running off the road or driving into oncoming traffic.  He felt like he could breathe again when his driveway came into sight.

“Damn!  Finally!” he yelled,
then realized that Chaise was still raking him over the coals and he’d just interrupted her rant.

“Finally
what?”
Chaise asked irately.

Bull didn’t answer
her—he simply turned into his driveway.  He parked his truck in the garage and quickly jumped out.  Chaise sat in the truck, stunned at his behavior, and contemplated the various scenarios that could occur should she just get her stuff and leave right then.  The defiant part of her wanted to take the chance to handle everything alone.  Maybe it had been a mistake showing up at Noah’s wedding and getting his company involved.

C
haise unbuckled her seatbelt and, with a heavy heart, resigned herself to the fact that she couldn’t do it alone.  Just as she started to reach for her purse, two strong arms pushed underneath her and easily lifted her out of the truck. 

“What the hell-,” she yelled, startled and momentarily confused.

Bull’s deep-chested growl was his only reply as he swiftly moved from the truck to the door.  Expertly maneuvering through the opening with her in his arms, he kicked the door shut behind him and continued straight to his bedroom.  Inside, he put her down in the center of the bed and immediately covered her body with his own—clothes and all.

“Were you doing that on purpose just to make me crazy?” Bull’s husky voice confronted her, desire infused in his every word as his lips hovered just above the skin on her throat.

“Doing what?” she asked him as he turned her face to the side, giving himself full access to her neck. 

Her arms encircled him when he started licking and kissing her neck, just below her ear.  Bull’s head moved downward, his mouth nipping and licking her.  He sucked her soft skin into his mouth, between his teeth
, in the most erotic mixture of pain and pleasure Chaise had ever felt.  She grabbed his head and pulled his mouth to hers, desperate to taste him and be claimed by him.

Their mouths collided and Bull released a guttural moan of satisfaction that Chaise felt, warming every part of her body from the inside out.  Bull’s tongue lightly licked her lips, pushing its way through.  He took his time, savoring her and enjoying the feeling of her slick, wet velvet tongue against his.  Their erotic dance set Chaise on
fire.  She tried to take control, tried to increase the tempo, but Bull continued to keep his own pace, thwarting her attempts.

Ending their kiss, Bull raised his head to look at Chaise.  Her plump, red lips were slightly swollen from their passionate kiss.  Her skin was reddened and warm, her eyes were glazed over and full of heated desire.  The quick rise and fall of her chest revealed her ragged breaths and her need for him to finish the sensual assault he’d started.  And he had every intention of completely owning her before he was finished with her.

Using his knee to part her legs, putting him directly between her legs, he held his weight with one arm while the other hand slowly moved down her side.  His touch left a trail of fire in its wake, branding her with his unique mark.  When his fingers reached the outside of her leg, his skin on her skin, she thought she would come completely undone.  His fingers traced circles on her skin until he reached the innermost sensitive part of her thigh. 

“Oh my god, Colton.  If you don’t touch me now, I’m going to die!” 

The carnal plea in her voice urged the primal side of him to take her right then, with no thought, rhyme or reason. 
Just.  Take.  Her. 
The protective side of him, the side that she had awakened in him, prevented him from doing just that.  That voice told him to take her slowly, to build her up to heights so high she would be ruined for any other man.  It urged him to make it so that she could only think of him and what he alone was capable of doing to her senses.

His deep voice lowered to a whisper against the skin on her neck.  “That’s how I felt in the truck.  With this fucking short dress,” he said as his fingers moved slowly up her thigh, “riding up on your legs.”

“Colton,
please
!”

“Then it flared up, teasing me but never giving me what I wanted,” he continued as if she wasn’t begging.  His fingers moved higher still, barely grazing the outside of her core and causing her hips to jerk
toward him involuntarily. “Reminding me that your
fucking panties
were here on my floor.  And I couldn’t do a damn thing about it,” he growled.

Chaise pulled on his short hair, pulling his face up to hers.  Her eyes were like fire and her breathing was choppy and fast.  “
NOW
, Colton!”

His sexy smirk didn’t help matters.  He was dead set on claiming her at his own pace.

“Chaise, baby, you’ve only
read
about the things I will do to you.  By the time I’m finished with you tonight, no other man will ever be able to even come close to pleasuring you.  Just relax and I’ll prove it to you—one touch at a time.” 

The promises of pleasure from the sexy man on top of her weighed heavy on her mind and her body, like a physical being, watching and waiting to fulfill every word he’d spoken.  Chaise took a deep breath, trying to calm
herself before the anticipation caused an anxiety attack.  As her chest rose in mid-breath, Bull’s mouth caught her nipple between his teeth with light pressure.  Chaise moaned loudly but made no attempt to move away, allowing him to take his fill.

“This dress is in my way,” Bull’s eyes flicked to hers, full of desire and wicked determination.  His big hands moved slowly up her body, pushing the dress against her body, feeling every inch of her on his quest.  He threw the dress over his shoulder and then took her hands in his.  Pushing them above her head and holding them with one hand, their mouths met again as his other hand searched for something just out of her view.

The silky satin sensation on Chaise’s wrist didn’t register in her brain at first because all the nerves firing in every other part of her body.  By the time she realized what he was doing, both of her wrists had been tied to the headboard.  There was very little slack in the cloth, and no matter how she moved, she couldn’t reach Bull to touch him with her hands.  She was both confused and excited at the possibilities.  While she really hadn’t known him long, everything she saw in him told her to trust him.

“Relax, Chaise.  I won’t hurt you.  Far from
it—you’ll be begging me for more,” he guaranteed.

Her answering sigh was all he needed as her signal of surrender. 

“That’s my girl,” he praised her with a deep kiss as his hands roamed over her breasts.  Finding her nipples, his fingers gently squeezed, then rolled, and squeezed again while his tongue plunged deep in her mouth.  He was marking her, claiming her, and owning her every sense, her every reaction and her every desire.

Chaise’s body reacted wildly, her chest arching up to push her breasts deeper in his hands.  Her hands struggled against her restraints, wanting to touch him and feel him, but her manacles both prevented it and served to heighten her senses.  She was pleasurably surprised at how her body responded to being tied, how her mind gave over to complete submission for him to do as he willed, and knew that she would enjoy every second of it.

When his hand left her body, she immediately missed the warmth and bliss it created.  Opening her eyes, she saw a black velvet object in his hand and looked at him quizzically.  He smiled assuredly and lightly stroked her cheek with it.

“Trust me, Chaise,” he asked and commanded at once.  Reassured by his eyes, she nodded and he slipped the mask over her eyes.  “You’ve never been blindfolded before?”

“No,” she breathed heavily.

“All you have to do is relax.  I will do the rest…
.until you fall apart in my arms and become completely mine.”

“Oh, god,” Chaise gasped.

“You can call me Bull….or Colton…,” and Chaise could feel his smirk without even being able to see his face.

“I’m going to call someone else if you don’t get busy,” Chaise deadpanned.

“Over
his
dead body,” Bull retorted. 

Before Chaise could say another word, she felt his warm, wet tongue lightly dragging down her neck and leaving chills and fire in its path.  The warmth left her body for a second
and then her left nipple was sucked into his mouth.  The sensation of warm wetness combined with the light scraping of his teeth over her sensitive erect buds was exhilarating.  The hold increased and a loud popping sound reverberated throughout the room as he released her nipple from his mouth. 

Another moment of emptiness passed before his mouth found her other nipple, lavishing the same attention on it.  His hand trailed down her body, between her breasts to her stomach
, and circled her belly button before moving on.  Bull purposely moved his hand to cup her mound, claiming it as his without saying a word.   His fingers fanned out against her skin as his mouth continued to work its own magic on her breast. 

When his fingers touched the inside of her bikini line, Chaise’s legs unconsciously spread to give him better access.  He traced lazy patterns on her skin, exhibiting both his self-control and his control over her body’s reaction to him.  His hand stayed in place as he repositioned his body lower on hers.  His warm tongue tasted her skin across her abdomen, her ribs
, and down to her hipbones.  She could feel his warm breath blow across her core and it made her wish her hands were free so she could force his head where she desperately needed him to be.

“Are you wet for me, Chaise?”

If I weren’t already, I would be now
, Chaise thought.  But the only response she could formulate was to answer in an approving moan.

“I better check,” Bull whispered, his breath fanning out across her core, his razor stubble grating across her soft skin like an erotic form of sandpaper. 

“Colton, I’m-
ooooh
,” Chaise’s thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Bull’s finger tracing the delicate folds of her center.  She felt his hand on the back of her thigh, bending her knee and pushing it toward her.  Then his hand was on her other leg, bending and pushing it up and out of his way.

“
Mmmm, Chaise.  It does look like you’re ready for me.  I think I should taste you first, though,” he tormented.  As he spoke, his lips brushed against her—teasing, torturing, and increasing her desire with every word.  She bucked her hips toward him in an attempt to rush him along.  His response was his tongue laving her from bottom to top, circling her clit, and sucking it into his mouth.

Forgetting her hands were bound to the headboard, she pulled hard in her attempt to fist his hair.  She moaned in both approval and frustration and felt his light chuckle between her legs.

“Relax, Chaise.  Just feel it, babe,” he gently chided her.

“I want to feel you, Colton,” she pled.

“Oh, you will feel me, Chaise,” he assured her.

“I mean with my hands.”

“You will love this.  Trust me.”

Bull didn’t give her a chance to reply before his fingers found her innermost core and he thrust one deep into her soft channel.  Her hips rose in response, her muscles contracted and pulled him deeper into her as she pulled on the satiny binds.  His hand moved slowly at first, in and out, then he increased his tempo and Chaise rode his fingers, the wave of her orgasm building inside.

His second finger entered on the next thrust as her hips rose to meet his ministrations.  Faster and harder, he kept upping his tempo until Chaise cried out his name in ecstasy and the evidence of her climax soaked his hand.  Bull continued stroking her clit in circular motions as she came down from her high.  Her breathing was ragged and fast, her skin was a beautiful blush color, and tiny beads of sweat covered her.

Bull remained still for a moment, committing her every line and curve to memory.

“Colton?” her small voice penetrated the silence.

“I’m here,” he whispered in her ear, sending goose bumps down her arm.  He stood and shed his clothes quickly. 

Chaise hummed with pleasure when his body covered hers and he seated himself between her legs.  The feel of his erection on the side of her leg was breathtaking and the anticipation was stimulating.  The mask kept his actions hidden so she never knew what he would do next.  The release of giving over all the control she exuded in everyday life was exciting.  No decisions, no consequences, no cares—just a love of life and everything he offered her.

Chaise heard the crinkling of a wrapper and Bull’s ragged breaths nearby. 
She felt the tip of his sheathed manhood at her core, waiting for entry.  His arms wrapped under and around her legs, pulling them up and readying her for his welcomed intrusion.  Her hands curled into fists, holding on to the sash that held her hands captive.  She felt Bull’s hand move from her leg but she held it in place.  The mask over her eyes was slowly removed and she blinked, slowly opening them to see him suspended over her.

“I want to see your eyes. I want to know the exact moment that you surrender to me…the very second you
realize that you belong to me,” his bedroom voice whispered.

Chaise’s breath seized in her chest at his words.  He slowly surged his hips forward, entering her wet core
, and sliding in one glorious inch at a time until he was fully inside her warm, wet channel, filling her and stretching her to accommodate his size.  He moved decisively slow, feeling her muscles’ every quiver and contraction around him, pulling him in deeper and holding him with a firm grip. 

His eyes never left hers and she felt him reach deep inside
her—physically and emotionally.  And she knew what he meant.  She knew immediately that he had touched her as no man had before.  Even if she thought she’d been in love before, it was childish and immature compared to the barrage of emotions that flooded her at that moment.  How could she explain it to anyone else when she didn’t even understand?  It couldn’t be love—she hadn’t known him long enough.