Chapter Six
“Mind your ankle,” Hawke said as he reached to help her out. His fresh pine scent filled her head when he was this close. Too close. It made her think of naughty things, like touching his junk. It was so big in his pants, and she wanted to see if was real. And then… Boy, she was sex-crazed. The day had gone to her head.
“I’m not an invalid.” But she took his hand and then reached back for her bag.
“Leave it. I’ll come back and get everything for you once we get you inside.”
He really was feeling guilty. Served him right, but it made her feel a little bad.
No, it didn’t. He owed her.
“What, after the Neanderthal move, you’re not going to carry me over the threshold? What kind of husband are you?” she said as he started to lead her slowly through the garage.
He kept walking. “I’m serious,” she said, pulling back. “I’m doing this whole marriage thing once. You will carry me over the threshold. Think of it as a way to erase what you just did.”
How was that for a punishment? It was cruel. She had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from laughing at him.
His shoulders tensed, and she watched his profile as his mouth thinned to a straight line.
She had to cough to cover her laugh. “Fine. Never mind,” she said putting every bit of the tiredness she felt from the day in her voice.
He sighed.
Oh, this is good.
“Fine.” He bit out through clenched teeth. He let go of her hand and opened the door. Then he scooped her up tightly to his chest. Damn wall of steel. Her body heated deep in her core. What would it be like for those hands— No, she couldn’t go there. At least, not yet. Mentally, she had to get her head ready for sex with him.
And she was far from that, no matter how much she might tease him. Right now, though, she was so going to make him suffer. No way she’d let him make her life a living hell.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Ah, honey, you’re so romantic.” And for the hell of it, she kissed his jawline. The scruff there was exactly what she’d expected.
He sucked in a breath. Good. She did have some effect on him.
He carried her through the doorway into the hall leading to the master suite. “Can you get the door?” he said. No hint of emotion in his voice. She let go with one hand to turn the knob. He carried her through to his ginormous bed.
“You have a lot of orgies here?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
“This bed is big enough for six people.”
He grunted. “Orgies are complicated. Someone always feels left out,” he said.
What the hell?
She couldn’t tell if he was joking. He was a motorcycle guy, after all. Maybe that was part of what they did.
“I’m big, and I like my space,” he said, which told her nothing.
A man like him could likely have three or four women at a time. And if the looks weren’t enough, the money would be a draw for most girls. Though, from what she’d seen the past week, he didn’t throw it around like she’d expected. He’d said nothing about buying whatever she wanted, but she’d noticed when he brought groceries home he was frugal, buying generic. He was full of surprises. One minute she thought she had him pegged, the next he was paying the tuition of one of his many siblings without blinking an eye. She’d overheard more than one conversation and knew he was the glue that held his blended family together.
And then he could be a total butt. A sexy one, though.
She was so out of her depth. How would someone like her, with so little experience, be enough to satisfy him?
Never going to happen. But maybe, just maybe, she’d get a little fun out of their bargain and sex with a man who probably was damn good at it.
He stood by the bed and let her slide slowly down his body.
Damn, his cock was rock-hard. She couldn’t resist—she put her palm on him.
Again, he sucked in a breath.
“Playing with fire there, Twinkle Toes.” His voice was low and grumbly. She liked that she had such power over him. Maybe she could do this after all.
“It is pretty warm and hard.” She squeezed him.
“If you’re trying to torture me because I was an asshole, it’s working. But a man can only take so much.”
She rubbed her palm down the length of him. Shit, he was huge. Scary big. “So much, and then what?” she taunted as she rubbed faster. “I didn’t think you had limits, big bad biker dude.”
Nothing like playing with fire that could burn like hell. But she wanted it. Wanted him in the worst way.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it behind her back as his mouth captured hers in a punishing kiss. His tongue danced with hers, and his free hand came up to cup her breast. She pressed herself into him, begging for more of his touch.
Heat. Fire. She burned from the inside out. Never had she reacted like this to a kiss. She wanted to crawl inside him.
And then cool air rushed past her. She blinked her eyes open to find he was at the end of the bed, at least three feet away.
“No,” he said, frowning.
What the hell? Her body had just said yes, over and over again. “Hot monkey sex is a part of the deal. Remember?” Even though the very idea of it scared the hell out of her.
No. I want this. It will only be scary at first. He’s hot. I can do this.
He shoved a hand through his hair. She’d learned in the short bits of time they’d spent together that it was one of his nervous ticks. “You’re injured,” he said, backing out of the room. “This isn’t the right time.”
“So you’re telling me that our wedding night is a bad time to have sex?”
He closed his eyes. “This is a business transaction. I need you to remember that. It isn’t real. And when it comes to sex, I make the decisions. That’s something else you need to remember. It’ll happen if and when I want it to. I like things a certain way, and on that I won’t budge.”
Great. The universe really did like to dick around with her. He was probably into some kinky shit with whips or chains or something. Why did all the hot ones have to be into weird shit?
“Fine. So you’re into control. Whatever.” She’d read books. It couldn’t be that bad. She shrugged. “I’ve probably dealt with worse. Lay it on me.”
She hadn’t, but she wanted to try…with him. Only with him.
He held up a finger. “Hold that thought.”
He was gone for a few minutes. When he came back, he handed her a small red box with a white bow on top. “A wedding gift,” he said, his face perfectly blank.
Whatever she’d been expecting, it wasn’t a gift.
She lifted the lid off the box. Inside was a pair of handcuffs. Shit. She pulled them out with her finger. “Are these for me or you?”
“You.” His voice was deep, his face devoid of emotion.
“Is this the extent of it?”
His eyebrow rose. “I like it rough.” He said it as though that would turn her off.
It didn’t. The lower part of her body fluttered and contracted.
“And?” Her voice was a husky whisper.
“And?” he asked.
“That’s it? You like it rough? You’re not into toys and shit? Well, except for this.” She lifted the handcuffs between them.
“I thought, given your past, you wouldn’t like it rough.”
What was he talking about? Oh, Joey. She’d said something about manhandling. She’d meant her dance partner. A year ago, her male partner for a show was fired. Mainly because he sucked, but he’d blamed her for the ballet director’s decision. And in a fiery, pansy-ass fit of anger, he’d punched her in the jaw.
She’d kicked him in the nuts with her new pointe shoes, which were hard as cement. And then she’d kneed him in the nose when he’d fallen to the ground. A girl didn’t leave home at fourteen to fend for herself in New York City and not learn some moves. His face had been covered in blood, and he was moaning in a heap when she’d stormed out of the studio where she’d been practicing and called for the security guard.
Joey had never bothered her again. As far as she knew, he’d never bothered any woman. Not that she’d kept up with the prick.
“Yeah, I meant in public. In private, I don’t mind it rough.” At least, she didn’t think so. Being manhandled by Hawke didn’t seem so bad. Well, unless he was into chains, which she was pretty sure he was not. “Do I need a safe word?”
He stepped back. “Are you serious?”
She shrugged. Her body had been aching for him from that first day when he’d eyed her hungrily while she swam in his pool. He could make her panties wet by just looking at her. What would it be like with him inside her?
“Yep. I’ll make another deal with you.”
He crossed his arms. “Okay.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, except for the cuffs. At least for tonight. Unless you want me to use them on you or stick them up your ass. But I’m game for whatever else.”
His eyebrow rose. “Anything?”
She nodded. Something changed in his face.
Ah, hell. Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything.
“What about your ankle?”
God, what was he planning? She’d done a pretty good search of the house and hadn’t found any weird rooms or anything. Her hand shook a bit, and she put it behind her waist.
“Unless you’re going to hang me upside down with a rope, it will be fine. I just can’t put pressure on it. And maybe don’t bang it around. I’m pretty sure we can work around it.”
God, she hoped so, because her body was aching in a way it never had before.
“Anything?” he asked again.
“Yes.” The word came out a husky whisper. What would he ask her to do?
“Take your ponytail down.”
Of all the things she’d imagined he might demand, that wasn’t what she’d expected.
…
Amy’s red hair fell to her shoulders. The dark waves were even sexier than he’d imagined in the shower the night before.
He kept teasing her, trying to push her into giving up. Her face when he’d given her the gag gift had been priceless.
And then she’d offered to stick it up his ass. It was all he could do not to laugh.
Now those green eyes were focused on the bulge in his pants. It had grown hard from her first touch, so much so that it was almost painful.
“Suck my cock.” That should shock her into giving up the game.
“Fine, but I can’t get on my knees. I hurt the left one not long after I hurt my ankle. But I can sit here on the edge of the bed and you can come to me,” she said as she sat down and then hiked her skirt high on her legs so she could spread her legs a bit. “You’re tall enough that it should work just fine.”
What the fuck?
When he didn’t move, she crooked a finger. “Don’t be afraid.” She smiled at him.
That smile did him in. She was pretending to be brave—he’d seen the way her hands shook—but she wanted him. There was no denying that. The pulse in her neck when he’d kissed her had been off the charts. He excited her, as much as she did him.
Still, he had to be careful.
“Oh, darlin’, I’m never afraid.” He moved so that his crotch was level with her face. She glanced up and licked her lips.
Holy fuck!
Then she put her hands on the button fly of his jeans and undid each one slowly. His cock strained against his boxer briefs.
She’d stop soon. She wouldn’t go through with it. Then, she released him from his shorts, and her mouth was on him. Circling her tongue on his tip, she then sucked him deep. She moaned against his shaft, and he nearly lost his load right there.
Fuck this shit. Every fantasy he’d had about her the last week flashed through his head all at once. His hand went to her hair, and he had to force himself to keep from twisting it tightly in his fist.
Her head bobbed up and down his cock. Her mouth was hot and wet, way better than his fantasy in the shower. She palmed his balls, and he almost lost his load again.
He never lost control. He did tug her hair then, forcing her to release him.
“I need to fuck you,” he said gruffly. Everything in him needed to be inside her.
“Okay,” she said, her face full of confusion. “I…uh… Okay.”
He wondered what she’d been about to say. “Let’s get you out of that dress.”
He helped her stand and then slid the zipper down her back, following with kisses. She was so petite and tiny, fragile in a way. He didn’t want to break her, but he needed to be inside her more than he needed to breathe.
“This is going to be a little fast this first time. You’re so fucking hot, and I’ve wanted you for days,” he said as the dress fell to her ankles. She stood there in a lacy white bra and thong.
“So fucking hot,” he said.
She ducked her head. It was the first hint of shyness he’d seen from her. He put his fingers under chin. “Beautiful.”
He stepped out of his boots, jeans and ripped off his button-down and T-shirt. Then he reached around and freed her breasts from the bra. Her nipples were hard little buds. He sucked one as he slid his hands into her panties.
She was hot and wet for him, her hard little nub swollen. She rubbed herself against his hand. He increased his pace, and at the same time eased her back onto the bed. Gorgeous, naked, her hair falling around her shoulders… His stomach tightened. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on.
Her breath came in quick pants, and he slid the thong down her legs, throwing it over his shoulder. Trailing kisses up her creamy white thigh, he kissed her heat, and then he nipped at her core, swirling his tongue around it and then sucking. She arched her body, trembling.
So fucking responsive. His cock could wait no longer.
“I promise I’ll make this up to you later, but right now, I have to be inside you.”
“Yes, please,” she begged.
He smiled slowly. Her body was shaking, but not from fear. She was as needy a mess as he was. He left his fingers on her as he dug into his side drawer for a condom. He ripped it open and slid it onto his cock, and she came apart under his fingers.
“Please,” she begged again.
“Look at me,” he said as he pulled her hips to the end of the bed. Then, lifting her thighs carefully, he positioned her so that her heat was level with his cock.
She opened those green eyes, slightly hazy with desire. So fuckable, this one.
She was tiny, and there was no getting around his size. He eased the tip of his cock to her opening. She was so tight he was going to hurt her.
“Just do it,” she growled at him. “Do it.” She flexed her hips against his hands, and he shoved his cock into her.
“Ahhhhh.” Her back arched off the bed as she screamed. He stopped.
He started to pull out, but she locked her left leg around his hips. “No. Do it.”
He wasn’t sure what she wanted, but he started rocking in and out of her, returning his fingers to the nub and rubbing in pace with his cock. She writhed and moaned beneath him.
“Yes.” She groaned and fisted the comforter in her hands. “That’s it.”
Shit, this was hot. He increased his pace and she shattered around him, arching her body again in a quivering mess.
His own release followed shortly. He came hard and fast, completely losing control.
Something he never did.
She smiled as he withdrew. “Lift up real quick,” he said. She did as he asked, never opening her eyes, and he pulled the sheets and comforters from around her and then moved them over her.
“I’ll be right back.”
In the bathroom, he grabbed a tissue to roll off the condom.
There was blood. Had he really hurt her?
And then it hit him.
Fuck. She was a virgin.