“What’s this scar from?” Jade drew her finger along the side of my ribs.

I strained my hips away from the bed, my cock desperate to be touched, but she wouldn’t go near it.

“Not sure.” I could barely get out the words as her fingers trailed across my lower belly, tickling the hair there.

I was so ready to come.

She’d upped her game after I’d broken those handcuffs, and I tugged at my restraints. She’d tied socks and T-shirts around my wrists and ankles, then used T-shirts and sweats to link through the socks. Those makeshift ropes were tied tightly to the four legs of my bed.

I could lift my head, buck my hips a few inches, but nothing else could move. It was like she had me on a rack.

“Easy there.” She traced circles on my abs. “Before you come, I need answers about all your scars. After that, you might get what you want, if you’re a good boy.” Her mouth drifted deliciously close to the head of my cock, so close I felt her breath on the rock-hard rod. Not close enough. Her hair brushed against my sensitive skin.

I groaned, my arousal reaching a near-painful stage.

“Let’s check out these legs.” She moved down the bed, and my neck strained as I kept my eyes on her. Her thin tank top hung down from the weight of her breasts, giving me an awesome visual, and I licked my lips, wanting to suck her nipples into my mouth.

“How about this knee?” She pressed a kiss against a scar.

“Not from brotherly torture,” I choked out. “Fell off the shed roof onto a pile of old lumber.”

“And which brother goaded you onto that shed?” She licked the inside of my thigh.

“Oh, god, Jade.”

“Answer me.” She dug her nails into my skin.

“Shane.”

“So it is a brother-induced scar. That makes seventeen, and I still have another leg, plus your back.”

“Please…” I strained. It was a wonder I hadn’t yet broken the legs of the bed.

“Don’t worry. My examination of your back will have to wait.” She crawled next to my chest and smiled. “If I flipped you onto that throbbing rod, you’d jerk yourself off on the sheets. Plus, turning you would be too much work. If only I had the technology…” She shot me a devilish look that almost made me come on its own.

Being tied down was not something I’d thought I’d like, but this was fucking hot.

She kissed her way up my thighs, and I bailed on trying to watch. Seeing her just made the torture of not being able to touch her worse. Resting my head on the mattress, I closed my eyes.

Her lips and hands teased my inner thighs and my hips, and her hair danced around my junk without a pattern, keeping me guessing, taking my need to such a desperate place I could barely stand it.

Her tongue lapped my balls. and my body tensed so hard I wondered why the bed didn’t jump off the floor.

“Fuck.”

“Did you like that?”

“What do you think?” My voice came out hard, gruff, animalistic.

Her hands slid up to my stomach, and she sucked one of my balls right into her mouth.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Stars went off behind my closed eyelids, and it was all I could do not to come.

She switched to the other ball, and her hand slid onto my cock. Finally.

Her fingers trailed up and down my shaft, softly teasing, while her mouth fondled my balls. In all of my wildest wet dreams, I’d never imagined such achingly strong pleasure.

I felt desperate for her to end it by taking me fully into her mouth—better yet, her pussy—but at the same time, I never wanted these feelings to end.

Her mouth left my balls, and the cool air of the room joined the dampness to tease my sensitive skin. Her fingers traced my abs, teased through my pubes and stroked everywhere—everywhere except where I most wanted.

After what felt like hours of agony, she took my dick into her mouth, starting slowly. She kissed the tip, lapped down the sides, then lightly held the base and circled the head with her tongue. My hips strained, trying to force myself into her mouth, but I couldn’t move enough with the constraints.

“Look at me,” she said.

I lifted my head as far as I could. Her cheeks were flushed, pupils wide, hair wild. She was the goddamned hottest creature I had ever seen. At some point she’d removed her panties, but not the tank.

Holding me with one hand, she dipped her fingers through her pussy, and her body responded to her touch, her back arching, her breath catching ever so slightly as her skin pinked even more.

She released my cock and stood on the bed, straddling my body, one hand still between her legs. Yes, I thought. Yes.

“Ride me. Please.”

With a salacious grin, she shook her head and instead positioned herself over my chest, knees slightly bent. It gave me the perfect view. She parted her lips with one hand and drew a finger along the darkened pink folds with the other. Her fingertips slid and circled her opening, and the muscles fluttered like they were begging for penetration.

Her pussy was slick and wet and swollen with redness, and my tongue lapped out, licking my lips, the air, mimicking the things I longed to do to her.

Her index finger slipped inside her sweet pussy, and her hips jerked. She was such a marvel, so responsive to even her own touch. Her middle finger joined in, and I panted as she fucked herself above me, stroking her swollen clit as the velocity of the plunging grew more urgent.

My arms strained against their bindings. The bed groaned. She took one hand away for a few seconds, just long enough to rip off the thin tank top, revealing her breasts, her nipples hardened into tight little points.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She opened her eyes and looked directly into mine.

Her fingers slowed, and as I looked into her eyes, I felt like I was floating above my body, drifting up to join hers, entwining us at such a deep level neither would survive if the bond ever broke.

“Jade,” I said on a deep exhale and meaning, I love you.

“Nick.” My name from her lips surrounded me in warmth, like she’d meant the same thing.

I opened my lips to say the words aloud, but she knelt, moving her knees alongside my outstretched arms, and then lowered her slick, hot pussy to a place where I could reach it. I’d never felt so hungry, so needy.

I licked and jabbed into her cunt, circled and flicked her clit, kissed and nibbled everywhere my mouth could reach, with frenzy, like an animal eating after months of starvation.

Her moans of pleasure egged me on, and her hips slid, guiding my mouth to where she most wanted. Her pelvis tipped, and I locked onto her clit, creating a vacuum seal with my lips and sucking and flicking with my tongue as her hips rocked above my face. She cried out in pleasure as her body convulsed.

After her last few jerky pulses, she slid her sex away from my face, shifting down to kneel over my ribs, then lay on top of me as we breathed hard and gathered ourselves back together.

Her body remained draped over mine like a soft blanket, and I buried my nose in her hair, loving the smell of her: lemons, vanilla, combined with something decidedly Jade. As our breathing slowed, it synchronized, and I loved how my chest made her body rise and fall on top of mine. How each exhale moved her teasingly closer to my still rock-hard cock.

I’d never felt such a desperate need for release, never been so painfully hard, but at the same time I was content with her skin pressed against mine, her breath bathing my chest.

I had no idea how much time had passed when she took my face between her hands and kissed me—softly at first, licking her juices from my lips.

Our kiss turned more urgent and I ravaged her mouth like I’d taken her pussy, our tongues sparring, battling for supremacy at one moment, then joining forces to fight on the same side.

Breaking the kiss, she slid down my body.

My cock leapt in anticipation, but instead of pushing me inside her, she captured my throbbing rod between her soft folds. Grabbing my shoulders, she slowly stroked, using her hips and legs for leverage, trapping my cock between her sex and my belly, drawing up and down the length of my hardness, pressing each time her clit contacted my tip.

I’d never thought anything could feel as good as Jade’s cunt, but fuck, this came close. Maybe it was better.

The speed of her slick sliding increased, and I could barely breathe as my climax threatened to detonate. I’d wanted to wait until I was inside her, but it seemed she had a different idea.

My body tensed, my hips jerked, and I shot my load into the thin space between us, the come mixing with sweat as our bodies slid against each other.

When I was spent, she lay half on top of me, one leg draped across my hips, her hand softly resting on my super-sensitive cock.

“Shit,” she said, her voice foggy.

“No kidding.” I was drifting, so close to sleep after coming so hard. “You are fucking amazing.”

“Mmmmm.” Her body all but purred above mine.

“Need to hold you.” I tugged at my restraints, but she didn’t move or respond.

Her breathing had slowed on my chest, so I closed my eyes, trusting she’d untie me after her catnap.

This girl was a miracle, and I could no longer remember my life before Jade, could no longer imagine a life with her gone.

“I love you,” I whispered. “I love you so fucking much.”

I was glad she couldn’t hear. If I knew one thing about Jade, I knew she wasn’t ready to hear it, and I was terrified that if I spoke the words aloud, I’d never see her again.

I woke dreaming of Jade, a smile on my face and my dick raging hard. I reached down to jerk off, but my arm wouldn’t move. Neither would the other. I opened my eyes.

Fuck. She’d left me tied to the bed. I smiled, remembering the intense pleasure followed by the words spoken she hadn’t heard.

I would tell her I loved her for real. Soon. All in good time.

Right now, I needed to move. My shoulders ached, my hips were stiff. Worse, I needed to pee, and there must be a dried mess of come on my abs and chest where I’d shot my load between our sliding bodies. Okay, her body had been sliding. Mine had been the slide.

I glanced down. My chest looked clean, felt clean, too, although it was impossible to be sure. I’d crashed hard, but could I have slept through her washing my torso?

“Jade,” I called out. Maybe she was in the kitchen? I couldn’t smell food. The bathroom? I gave her a minute, then called out again.

No response. Fuck.

“Jade!” Could she hear me from next door? Damn that solid wall between our places. I’d never been bothered by the tenants there in all the years I’d lived in Shady Oaks.

I strained against my bindings. Right now I’d be willing to put up with tons of neighbor noise in exchange for her being able to hear I was awake.

“Jade!” I couldn’t believe she’d left me this way. What if there was a fire?

I tugged and yelled. She’d done an first-rate job of binding me, just another example of how she amazed me.

The door to my apartment opened. Finally.

My semi-hard dick turned up to the full-hard-on setting as I anticipated her walking into the room, maybe riding me hard before letting me go, or better yet letting me go so I could take her—take her over and over, until we both fell asleep in a pile of spent flesh.

“What the fuck!”

Shit!

Keagan was standing in my bedroom doorway, laughing his ass off.

“Nicky, what the fuck!”

“Untie me, asshole.” I tugged at the bindings. It was hard to imagine anything more humiliating, but at least Keagan could untie me.

“Looks like you’re pretty happy.” He nodded toward my erection. “I wouldn’t want to disturb whatever’s going on.” He raised his eyebrows a few times. “She coming back? Can I watch?”

“Fuck you.”

“No thanks.” He pulled out his phone and took a picture.

“Don’t. Keagan. Seriously. You took a picture?”

He stepped to change the angle and took another. I willed my erection to go down, but it didn’t seem to do much good. My morning wood rarely deflated without attention, and it seemed like Jade-induced wood was even more stubborn.

Keagan was typing on his phone.

“What are you doing?” I shouted. “Do not send that anywhere. Or post it!” Shit, what if he posted it somewhere?

“No worries, Nicky. All in the family.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just inviting the rest of the guys to the show.”

“Fuck you.” My dick finally started to calm down, but that didn’t make my situation much better.

“You didn’t respond to my texts,” Keagan said. “So I came over to get you. Since you’re, um, tied up, I guess we can have the family meeting here.”

“Asshole. Untie me!” I strained again, then heaved a huge sigh of relief when he approached the end of the bed and crouched at one of the legs.

He tugged on the binding holding my left leg.

First thing I’d do was kick him, but I should wait until he’d at least freed an arm before a full-on attack.

“She did a really good job of this.” Keagan tugged again. “Impressive. I assume this was your sex slave’s work?” He straightened.

I tried to move my leg. “You didn’t untie me? The knots can’t be that strong.”

“Oh, they’re strong, all right. Your sweatpants are wrapped around the leg of the bed a few times, tied off, then the ends are tucked under the bed leg for good measure.” He scratched his head. “How the fuck did she lift the bed to do that, with you on it?”

I had no idea. All I could remember was the raunchy anticipation I’d felt as she’d tied me up. How hot it had been. How delicious. And she had lifted at least one of the bed’s corners a fraction while working on my restraints.

The woman I loved was strong as fuck.

My hard-on started to rise again, so I focused on my rage for my brother, rather than Jade’s raging hotness.

“Untie me!” I yelled.

“Not until the other guys get here.” He took another picture.

The apartment door opened, and I closed my eyes, hoping it was Jade. I hated to have her see me humiliated by Keagan, especially after last night’s discussion, but she’d put an end to this. Surely.

“I thought you were joking!” Shane doubled over in laughter by the door, then he pulled out his phone. “Fuck. I forgot to charge it.”

“Untie me, you assholes!”

A wicked expression invaded Shane’s face—an expression I knew way too well—the same expression that had preceded every plan Shane had dragged me into my whole life, every scheme that had gotten us into trouble.

“I’ll untie you,” he said. “As soon as you promise you’ll do this job.”