Yuma [Wolfe Brothers 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (4 page)

“They weren’t you,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible in the silence of the room. A thick finger speared into her sensitive flesh.

“I couldn’t hear you, Madi. Tell me again!” he demanded before sucking her clit into his mouth. She shattered as she screamed it again and again, her body shaking as her orgasm slammed through her body, making her legs shake and her body tremble.

He was shaking, too, as he pulled away from her pussy. His face wet with her juices as he stroked his cock. “Mine!” he snarled as he pushed his thick cock into her pussy. One hand reached up to get a handful of her beautiful red hair. “Mine,” he repeated again and again as he tried to push more and more of his cock into her swollen tissues.

She grunted. She’d never felt this full before. Pleasure-pain filled her pussy, enhancing her pleasure as she mewed at him, begging for more without saying a word. She needed more of him, more of his hard cock, and she needed him to pound into her.

“Relax, baby.” One hand managed to reach under her and tease her clit. His finger swirled over it, and then suddenly pinched it between his two fingers while he shoved himself deeply into her cunt.

She screamed, or at least she tried to, but nothing came out of her mouth as an intense orgasm crashed over her body. She shook, her whole body felt like jelly, but he didn’t let up. Slowly, he pushed in and out of her body as her vaginal muscles tightened around him. As her orgasm ended, he pulled out of her depths.

He walked around her, releasing her bonds and pulling her off of the bench. He took her to the corner of the room where he almost tossed her on the bed in his haste to be with her. She watched, wide-eyed, as he tugged off his cowboy boots then slid his black jeans off of his muscular legs. His chest, broad and muscular, was covered in a fine pelt of black hair that tapered down to his groin.

As she watched him stalk toward her, her fingers slid down to her waxed pussy. Her fingers trailed over the smooth flesh as he got closer to her. “Take your hand off of my pussy.” The command, while low, was menacing just the same.

“It’s not your pussy, Yuma.” She stretched under his watchful gaze. “I am my own person.” Just the same, her hand moved closer to her stomach.

He leaned his body over hers. His cock rested against her pussy as he pulled her arms over her head. “While we are here, this is my pussy,” he ordered. With one hand, he held both of her wrists over her head, and he used the other to position his cock against her clit, rubbing against it before sliding down.

She arched up to help him, but he refused to enter her. He teased her slowly, again and again. “What do you want, Madison?” He moved his dick up and down, slowly teasing her.

“You,” she whimpered as she wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust up.

“Who do you belong to?” The head of his cock rested against her opening with just a little of him stretching her open.

“You,” she screamed as he pushed halfway inside her. She felt so full! He released her wrists as he sat up on the bed. Half of his erection had forced its way inside. He looked down, watching as he pulled back then thrust more of his dick into her. He pulled her thighs up until they crossed over his.

“Look, Madi.” Unable to disobey him, her eyes followed and locked onto his cock spearing its way into her body. She lifted her legs, but suddenly he took over as he placed them over his shoulders. She screamed again as he plowed forward until his nuts were resting against her ass. The stinging pleasure sent her over the edge. Roughly, he continued to pummel her pussy, sending her orgasms higher and higher until his body tightened, and he leaned down, bit her neck, and came.

He rested his weight half on her, half off. Breathing heavily, he tried to regain his sanity as he came off the wildest orgasm of his life. Holy hell, she’d been the hottest fuck of his life. Who would have known that quiet, shy Madison James was a little tigress?

Her squirming pulled him out of his thoughts as he moved his body to lie beside her. His arms pulled her tight against him. Still breathing roughly, he drew his lips against hers.

“I am under the impression that you enjoy a good spanking,” he softly whispered against her hair.

“Mmm, I think so.” He watched her as she glanced down at her watch. “I guess I need to get going. I’ve taken enough of your time up.” He kept her still as she tried wiggling out from under him. “Yuma, I have to go,” she whispered as she moved against him.

“Why?”

“I need to feed my cat, Flucky.”

“You don’t have a cat. You’re allergic.” His smile was mocking her. “Try again.” Long fingers traced down until they were brushing lightly against her nipple.

“I need to get to bed. I have date tomorrow night and a lot to do before the date.” He tensed up against her as she spoke.

“With whom?” He grunted as he pulled away from her. She thought she could walk away from him that easily? He stomped away to begin pulling on his clothes. He was kind enough to toss hers to her as well.

“You know that new guy in the accounting department? Jim Wells?” She wiggled into her leather skirt and her cami. “He stopped by my desk the other day.”

He stared at her, mouth open and amazed that she would even consider going out with that short little weasel. “Why are you dating that blowhard?”

She looked down at her stockings—they were shot now. Somewhere along the way, she’d snagged the snot out of them. She pulled one off then the other before sliding her feet into her black leather stilettos. With her “power shoes” back on, she felt more in control. “We’re not technically dating. We are going out tomorrow night.” One hand settled on her hip. “You know, dinner and a movie thing.”

“But why him? You could have gotten with any of the guys at work.”

“But, Yuma—they don’t want to go out with the boss’s fat daughter.” She laughed at her own joke. Well, it wasn’t really a joke. She’d heard some of the men talking around a vending machine and that was mentioned. She moved to pull the door open, but was stopped and pressed up against it. Her feet nowhere near touching the ground.

“You are
not
fat!” He cursed between clenched teeth as he turned her and pressed her against the door.

She’d never known that he could talk between clenched teeth like that. Oh shit, he is pissed, she thought, wondering what the problem was. “Put me down before you break your damned back!” Panicked, she couldn’t believe that he’d held her up for that long. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his undeniable response, hard and wanting, against her. It caused her to whimper against him.

“You are curvy and soft, the way a woman is supposed to be. I don’t want to fuck a stick.” He thrust his cock against her again. “I want to fuck you.” His lips caught hers in a torrid crush, staking his ownership. His tongue thrust in against hers, rubbing and taunting as he kept her pinned against him. He held the kiss till neither of them could breathe then slid his mouth down the column of her neck. Breathing roughly, he nibbled there.

“Break the date,” he demanded as she tried to control her responses to his touch.

“No,” she replied softly as she pushed against him. “This has been a moment out of time, Yuma. Monday, I’m your secretary again.”

“If that’s the way you want it, fine.” He gently set her on her feet then stepped away from her. He did not look happy about the turn of events, and she wondered if this was really it. Sadly, she didn’t think he’d ask for a replay.

“Thank you for tonight, Yuma. You can’t believe how much I’ve enjoyed it,” she whispered as she walked out the door. She wouldn’t let him see the tears that gathered in her eyes. She would probably have to find another job after this. There was no way she’d ever be able to work him out of her system.

Chapter 4

Madison got up early, more from a force of habit than a necessity. Grocery shopping and cleaning were made a little difficult as she walked a little bowlegged, but she knew a soak in her hot tub would help her relax. She smiled as she imagined sinking into the hot, swirling water. The only thing that might have made it better would be if Yuma Wolfe had been there with her.

Shaking her head, she reached for her cell phone as it began to sing. “Hello?”

“I need to cancel our date.” She barely recognized Jim Well’s voice. He sounded odd. Maybe he was ill or drunk—he just didn’t sound right.

“Are you sick?” Okay, sure, he was a bit of a jerk, but she was worried about him.

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m sick. Very, very sick.” The phone clicked off. Dammit, one more man who preferred his date to be a stick, she thought as she tossed the damned phone down onto her sofa. The hot tub was now so much closer to happening.

Fortunately for her, the lake wasn’t crowded. Actually, it was more of a pond really, and she had no neighbors close by. She’d be able to climb into her tub naked and not have to worry about any nosy neighbors. She plugged her iPod into the stereo system, turned the outside speakers on, and went out the glass doors to her deck. After turning the jets on and grabbing a towel from the console, she stripped off and climbed inside.

The powerful jets relaxed her. The music soothed her enough that she fell asleep, the water beating against her flesh.

* * * *

He knew she was home. Her date had canceled, but it had taken some powerful motivation to convince the little prick that he needed to stay away from his Madi. The bastard had almost begged Yuma to kick his ass. He ought to be glad that all Yuma gave him was a black eye. He’d been so damned tempted to break his fucking neck. He knocked on the door again, but wasn’t sure she could hear it over the roar of her radio. Rolling his eyes, he tried to the doorknob only to discover that her door wasn’t locked.

Her house, he noticed immediately, was impeccably clean. He called out to her but didn’t get a response. As he moved to look out at the lake, he saw her burgundy-red hair floating around her sleeping form in the hot tub. She looked so peaceful out there. He slid the glass sliding door open and walked outside.

His lips gently touched her cheek. “Wake up, sleeping beauty.” His hand reached down to flick her nipple. Startled, she came to, splashing water everywhere.

“What the hell!” Sputtering, she looked for something to hit him with. “How did you get out here?”

“I tried knocking. You didn’t answer, and fortunately enough for me, you left the door unlocked.” He picked up a towel and spread it out. “Come on, baby. Get out.”

“Yuma, what the hell are you doing here?” She attempted to snatch the towel out of his hands, but he wouldn’t let her. She slowly stood naked before him. Without the dim lights of a dungeon, he was able to see every glorious inch of her and could feel his cock thickening at her beauty.

“I heard that your date cancelled.” His arms wrapped the towel around her and held her close. He would have loved to say it was great to feel her against him, but he felt it was more important to keep her from hitting him.

“And how exactly did you find out that my date had been cancelled?” Her jaw clenched as she gazed up into his pale eyes.

“He told me.”

“When did he tell you that he was going to break it off?”

“Right after I caught him in the eye with a left hook,” he replied with a chuckle as she broke away from him.

“What the hell were you thinking? It isn’t any of your damned business who I go out with!” Seething, she grabbed her clothes from the deck, unwittingly giving him a prized shot of her ass under the towel, threw the door open, and stomped inside.

He followed her, not letting his temper get the best of him. “You can say that after last night?”

“Last night was last night. A fluke! It won’t fucking happen again!” she vowed as she stormed away from him.

“Like hell!” The sliding door frame shook as he slammed it closed and followed her. “I intend to keep you begging for more.”

She turned to stare at him, as if the last thing he said was really just a figment of her imagination, and he enjoyed watching the emotions play across her face. She really didn’t seem to realize that he was serious about her.

“Yuma, I am not your normal woman. I’ve seen the women you date! Last night, you claimed you want curvy women, but most of the women I’ve seen you with have been far from curvy. Unless you’re counting their silicone breast implants!” she tossed over her shoulder as she walked down the short hall to the only bathroom in her cute little house. She slammed and locked the door. He heard her playing with the lock as if making sure that she was allowed some privacy.

He toured her little bungalow, getting to know her a little more as he did. Her guest room was covered floor to wall in bookshelves. Most of the books were erotic in some sense or form. He walked into her bedroom, lay back on the bed, and waited. Or he tried to wait. There was something staring at him from the nightstand. Who would have thought that she would have a toy? He slipped it off the nightstand and into his pocket. He was going to make sure that she wasn’t tempted to turn to BOB, her battery operated boyfriend, instead of him.

She walked out of her shower, naked as the day she was born. She’d peeked into the living room, and not seeing him there, decided that he must have left. Good riddance, she thought. Dammit, why the hell had he got between her and Jim? Not that that had been any great loss, but where did he get off thinking he could run her love life?