Yuma [Wolfe Brothers 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

She damn near screamed when she walked into her bedroom and found him waiting on her bed, fingering some lingerie she’d left there earlier that day. Oh shit, he was running the lacy silver thong between his fingers as he watched the doorway.

“Why are you still here?” She scrambled to find something to cover up with but finally had to settle on a terry-cloth robe.

“I don’t date that much. Most of the women you’ve seen me with have been submissive women that I meet at the club. Just because I take one to an office function doesn’t mean that I’m fucking them.” He stood to tower over her. “And just because I’m with a submissive from the club doesn’t mean I’m fucking them either. Some women go to the club just to feel the whip caress their ass, to enjoy being controlled by someone other than themselves, or just to be accepted by others that understand their needs.”

“Okay, I understand. But why did you have to cancel the only date I’ve had in ages?”

“He wasn’t good enough for you.” His hands moved under the edges of the robe, caressing her breasts. “Come out with me.”

“What?” She gasped up at him. Unsure of anything anymore, she worried that she was still in the hot tub dreaming.

“I’ve got reservations at the Paris Inn.” He was tempting her by acting like he wanted her to see that he was looking for more than just a fuck.

“I’ve heard of it. It’s supposed to be really good but hard to get into.” She knew her father had tried to get into the restaurant several times, but each time it had been booked solid.

“Well, my baby brother, Jackson, is the owner and chef. Trust me, baby. I had to call in a few favors to get us a reservation.” His eyes twinkled when he smiled. “But you know, I’d move heaven and hell just to do something I thought you’d like.”

She knew he was just teasing her so she let it slide. “You have brothers?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I have three of them. Dallas owns the club you were at last night, and he also tends bar some nights. He’s a couple years younger than me. Then there’s Reno. He’s the oldest, but we look almost like twins. He’s a detective but fills in as a bouncer at Hell’s Place when he’s needed. Jackson is five years younger than me. Mom and Pop had hoped for a girl, but we haven’t had a girl born on Pop’s side of the family in over a hundred years, or so the family says.”

She smiled. At least now she knew why “he” was turning up everywhere at the club last night. She hadn’t been losing her mind after all.

“Come with me tonight?” It still sounded more like a command than a question, but she gave in just the same.

“Okay. Let me get some clothes on.” Secretly, she was overjoyed at the prospect of spending another evening with him. He was so much more entertaining than Jim would have been. She tried not to let her excitement get the best of her as she opened up her closet door.

“Promise me something,” he commanded as he waited for her answer in the doorway.

She shrugged. “Okay.” What the hell kind of promises would a man like him ask her to make? Don’t eat too much in public? Oh, if any hot chick walks by, pretend you’re my sister? She cringed as she waited for his directions.

“Wear something that fucking fits! I’ve seen you in your casual clothes. Good God, woman, you could cover my car in them.” She rolled her eyes as she shoved him out the door but smiled just the same.

When she came out with cosmetics applied, hair loose and dry around her shoulders, and in an outfit that made him drool, she swayed sexily as she walked into the living room. The silky emerald-green blouse had a plunging neckline, showing her tits off enough that he would be growling anytime someone looked at them. Her skirt was short and flowing, stopping just a little above her knees. And Lord help him, she had another pair of stockings on with the sexiest, tallest pair of heels he’d ever seen.

That outfit fit her to perfection, highlighting all the assets that her body had. “Damn, baby, you really are beautiful.” He placed a gentle, chaste kiss against her lips. “Let’s go. I’m starved.”

As they rode in his black convertible, he told her stories about growing up with his brothers and asked her about her childhood. As they talked, she began to not only relax but learn more about what motivated him in life. It seemed like the shortest trip into Kansas City ever. “Wait here,” he demanded as he climbed out of his side of the car, moved around to hers, and actually opened the door for her. It was the first time that a man had done that for her.

The Paris Inn was a small restaurant but packed, with the exception of a small table in the corner of the room. The waiter did a double take at seeing Yuma but quickly composed himself before settling them into the corner. “Drinks, sir?”

“I’ll take a Coke.” She nodded in agreement but was surprised that he didn’t order an alcoholic drink, and she didn’t have a problem asking him why.

“I need to have full control—for later.” His hand stroked hers on the table. She’d never known that her hand could be an erogenous zone, but she felt every caress of his hand all the way to her clit.

“Later?”

“I was hoping that you would come back to my place.” Her eyes widened at the thought. “There is so much I want to show you, Madison.”

“Yuma, quit trying to make love to your guest in my place.” A big hand clamped down on his shoulder. While he looked similar to Yuma, he wasn’t nearly as big.

“Jackson, shouldn’t you be in there fixing our dinner?”

“It’s all good, bro. I came to see this beauty you brought.” Jackson’s dark eyes traveled over her body. Again, they didn’t have the same effect as Yuma’s. He held his hand out to shake, but as she brought her hand to his, he grabbed it and gently brought it to his lips. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Madison, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Get your damned lips off my woman, asshole.”

She knew that his brother was just trying to annoy Yuma, but Jackson was going to end up dead if he didn’t get away from her. By the way Yuma was tensing up, it appeared that his fists were going to be flying at any moment.

“Are you going to let him talk to me that way? Hell, I’m the most attractive brother of them all. I’m gentle and slow. I could make you…”

“Jack, you’ve got three seconds to get back into your kitchen before I start tearing this place down—using your body as the hammer. Understand?” Yuma growled as he stood up next to his brother.

Jackson laughed at him, but Madi was too busy wondering what the hell was going on to say much of anything. “Put your wolf down, bro—I was just joking.” Both men were watching her. “How do you put up with him?”

“I haven’t decided that yet,” she replied softly, taking in the sight of both handsome men. She wondered briefly if they’d ever shared a woman but let the thought go with a blush. She didn’t want both of them. It was just a lewd image that filtered through her mind.

“What nasty thought just went through your head, baby?” She shook herself out of her daze gently.

Yuma’s eyes had narrowed on her. Fuck, can he read my mind? she wondered. “Not a thing, Yuma, not a blessed thing.” She’d never been good at lying and hoped he wouldn’t press the issue.

Gladly, he didn’t, but she doubted it would rest for long. Jackson left them alone as they waited for their dinner. She was sitting so close to him that she could feel the heat coming from his big body. Her nipples were so hard they could cut glass. She wished she’d grabbed a sweater before they left her place. Not that it was cold, she just felt uncomfortable with her nipples so hard for everyone to see. She attempted to cover them with her arms, but Yuma wasn’t happy with that.

“Put your arms down,” he instructed as he took a sip of his drink. He wanted to see those nipples that were ready for him. He could taste them in his mouth already, pebbled and aching for his touch.

“What?” she croaked.

“Put your arms down,” he repeated, more gently than he would have liked, but hell, they were in a public place. When she didn’t readily jump to do as he said, he added a stern “
Now!
” Without warning or thought, her arms moved so that her hands were in her lap and her nipples were poking at him through her lacy silver bra and thin gauzy top.

“We’re not at the dungeon.” She reminded him meekly.

“It doesn’t matter, Madison.” While the volume of his voice was soft, its tone was rough, as if her questioning him was a crime. “I can’t change who I am or what I need any more than you can.”

“I am not a brainless wimp, Yuma. I don’t need a man telling me what to do all the freaking time.”

“I wouldn’t be here with you if I thought you were a brainless wimp. That’s not what pulls me toward you.” He stopped talking as the waiter brought out their dinner. As their steaks were set in front of them, he watched her as he tried to figure out what was going on in her mind.

They ate their fill in relative silence and took what was left in to-go boxes. After helping her into the car, Yuma got in, started the car, and simply sat staring at her. “Will you go home with me?” Long fingers brushed a silky red strand of hair away from her face. His lips brushed against hers softly. “Will you trust me to take care of you?”

Chapter 5

She nodded, too at a loss for words to continue. It seemed like the minute he touched her, her brain turned to mush. How long will it take to get him out of my system? she wondered.

She watched the Kansas City lights as they left town and drove to his swanky condo in Independence. Since it was gated, they had to wait until he’d put his pass key in before he could even drive through the gates. Once inside, they drove to his corner lot. He held her hand as they walked up to the door.

Madi had decided while riding with him that his place would probably look like one of the dungeon rooms, that way he could torture any of his submissives at will. She was taken aback when they walked into an elegant room done in shades of brown. Her face must have given her away.

“What’s wrong, Madison? Did you think I’d have a St. Andrew’s cross hanging in the middle of my living room?”

He was laughing at her as she took in her surroundings. She didn’t hold it against him, though. She’d have to get used to men in this lifestyle, just in case she ever got into a relationship with a Dom.

“Well, I guess I did.” Giggling nervously, she took in her surroundings. Dark leather furniture that was more for comfort than to make an interior design statement helped make the room look masculine. She heard the locking mechanism being clicked into place. Her eyes met his. There was silver fire blazing down at her.

“Strip,” he demanded.

Her chest began to shake as breathing became a little harder to accomplish. “You want me naked in here?” She looked nervously around the room, as if someone was going to come rushing out of the woodwork to see her.

“You don’t want to make me strip you.” His arms folded across his chest as he watched her. “If I have to do it, you will not like your punishment.”

She wasn’t too sure about that. Her pussy dampened at the mere thought that he might be willing to punish her some more. Licking her lips, she slowly slid her hands down to the buttons. I’ll mind him, but I’ll take my own sweet time in doing so, she thought with a smirky little grin.

She gave him a seductive look—a smile that told him it was going to be a long, pleasurable night.

“I’m going to have to teach you not to top me from the bottom. I can’t wait. And the longer you take, the more punishment I’m adding on.”

“I think I can handle it.” She folded her blouse and placed it on the arm of the sofa before she bothered to unfasten her skirt and remove it as well. After making sure that her skirt was neatly set on top of the blouse, she removed her underthings, including the silk stockings and stilettos that she had worn. Now he really towered over her.

“Come with me,” he ordered, holding out his hand. Hand in hand, they walked into his bedroom. He silently wished that she’d been here before so he could follow behind her and watch her ass as it swayed before him.

“Stand right there.” As he closed the door, she noticed that there was, in fact, a St. Andrew’s cross in his bedroom as he moved the fabric covering that hid it from view. It seemed very ornate, iron that had been worked into intricate designs. There didn’t seem to be a whole lot of padding either.

He was removing his shirt, shoes, and socks and went around lighting some red candles near the cross. There was also a shopping bag near it. She couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he had in there.

“Madison?” Her eyes flew up to meet his.

“Yes, sir?”

“Do you remember what your safe word is?

“Yes, sir.” When his eyebrows lifted in an obvious question, she returned, “Red.”

“Good girl.” He moved her body until it was appropriately set in front of the cross. He raised and locked first one arm then the other in place, which made her literally hang there. Her feet could barely reach the floor, but that didn’t seem to matter either as he locked her ankles in place. Her pussy clenched as he looked at her all spread out before him.

“You said that you were open to almost anything, correct?”

“Yes, sir.” His fingers gently pulled on the hoops that pierced her nipples. She moaned softly, needing more.