Branded as Trouble
“Are you going to let me—”
“Not yet.”
He took great pains to erase all remnants of the caramel with his Hoover-like mouth. He inserted one finger in her pussy as he lightly tongued her clit. Then he inserted a second finger as he slurped at the sweet stickiness from the folds.
“How long—”
“Until I say.” He began to fuck her with his clever fingers while his tongue flicked. “I like sweet caramel.” He blew a cool stream of breath over her hot tissues. “But I prefer your sweet juices.” Colt latched onto her clit and sucked without pause. His fingers curled inside her, gently rubbing at a spot beneath her pubic bone. The tension coiled tighter and when she exploded with a gasp resembling a scream, he chuckled against her wet flesh.
Every throb, every pulse, every muscle twitch synchronized into a whole body orgasm. Just as India caught her balance, Colt knocked her off balance again. She was flipped over face-first on the table.
Colt yanked her hips back until the lower half of her body hung off the table. Then his hot breath teased the skin behind her ear.
“You have no fuckin’ idea how many times I’ve whacked off to this fantasy.”
“Your dick is hard again?”
“Yes. Fuck, woman, you’d tempt a eunuch.” He positioned his cock and plunged in.
“Oh God you’re good at that, McKay.”
“Glad to know you think I’m good at something.” Again, he stretched his torso across her upper back so he could whisper in her ear. “One of these times I take you from behind? I’m gonna be fuckin’ your ass, not your pussy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
Maybe if I put a vibrator up this pretty snatch? So I’m fuckin’ you in both places?”
She didn’t respond.
“Answer me.”
“Yes! Damn you, yes!”
“No shame in likin’ it raunchy, sugar, now hold on.”
He drove into her again and again. Slam. Retreat. Slam.
Retreat. Slam. Retreat.
The shirt stuck to her back. She wished it was just Colt’s bare skin sticking against hers.
“Only been an hour but I forgot how good this feels.”
Something niggled in the back of her head. Something else they’d forgotten.
“Close. Here it comes.”
It hit her. A condom.
“Colt, stop, we forgot a condom—”
“I can’t stop.” He pulled out. A groan escaped and she felt the heat of his ejaculate spraying her butt cheeks.
India looked over her shoulder at him. His hand still pumped his cock, but his gaze was focused entirely on her ass.
“I love these tattoos. But I gotta admit, I love seein’ my come splattered all over them.” He hugged her from behind. “Jesus that was hot.”
“Mmm-hmm. And sticky.”
“Shower. Now.”
“And then?”
“You have an idea of what you wanna do today?”
“It has to do with having something hot, and hard and fast between my legs.”
Colt nipped her earlobe and soothed the sting with a swipe of his tongue. “I’m likin’ this idea so far.”
“Cool. I brought extra protection.”
“For?”
“I’m taking you for a ride, cowboy. On my motorcycle.”
Later that afternoon, India lifted her head from Colt’s chest.
They were naked in his bed, after spending most of the day there.
She’d convinced Colt to take a ride on her bike. When they’d returned to his house, he’d ridden her. She was still a bit sweaty and a lot tired.
Colt’s fingertips idly traced her spine. “You have this cute little wrinkle by your nose that tips me off the wheels are spinning in your head.”
“Ah. I just wondered…what now? Are we still dating?”
“I believe we’ve moved beyond the dating stage to the ‘seeing’ each other stage.” Colt tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do we really need to label this?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Because it scares me. “Because I don’t know what we’re supposed to do. Do we call each other and make plans? Is it a given we’ll see each other every day? Do we take turns spending the night at each other’s houses? Are we still going out and doing couple things? Or are we staying in and having sex nonstop?”
“I like that last option.”
“Be serious. I’ve had friendships. I’ve had sexual relationships.
But I’ve never had one that’s been both.”
“Me neither.”
“Which leads me straight back to the original question: what now?”
Colt absentmindedly stroked her cheek. “It took us time to become friends, Indy. It took us a lot longer to start dating. I imagine it’ll take adjustments to bein’ lovers. If I had my way, we’d speed up that adjustment period together every minute we weren’t workin’, but that ain’t realistic. Let’s just take it week by week.”
“If we were together like that all the time, we might as well move in together or get married.”
They both froze.
India backtracked. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
“More’s the pity.”
Her head screamed, retreat! “Um. Wow. Look at the time. I have to go.”
Colt sat up and reached for the box of condoms on the nightstand. “Then let me have you once more, because I can’t get enough of you.”
She allowed him to kiss her but then she snatched the condom out of his fingers. “I am so all over bouncing on your cowboy pole…just as soon as we have a plan of attack for the next stage of our relationship.”
“You’re serious.”
“Deadly.”
“Fine. Monday night, we’ll go to a movie.” He grabbed the condom back and ripped the package open. “Tuesday night, we have a meeting, but afterward, let’s go to your place. You can show me your sex toy collection and I’ll prove why it’s so much better to have a man fucking you than plastic.” Colt rolled the condom on.
“Wednesday night, ladies’ choice. On Thursday nights, I work out with Cam, so it’ll be an off night for us. Friday night, we can hit the meeting and then come out here, where I will fuck you nine ways
’til Sunday, which I’m hopin’ will spur you into staying with me until Sunday night.” He stretched his legs out and brought her across his lap. “Is that a good enough plan of attack for you?”
India wreathed her arms around his neck. “You didn’t just come up with that on the fly, did you?”
“Nope.”
“But…how did you know?”
“Because you’re not as much of a free spirit as you pretend to be. You have an orderly, logical streak, planning ahead is important to you.”
“Thank you.”
“Now that the plan of attack is planned, can I get to the attacking you part?”
“Absolutely.”
Chapter Fifteen
Lovers Week One
“I never thought that meeting would get over,” Colt said Tuesday night.
“It might’ve gone faster if you would’ve tried the trust game,”
India pointed out.
“That game don’t prove nothin’ about trust.” Colt nuzzled the back of her head. “Jesus, I want you so fuckin’ bad, Indy.”
“Can you at least wait until we get into my apartment?” The instant the lock clicked, he shoved them both through the door and slammed it shut.
Colt tried to cushion the blow when India’s back hit the wall.
Luckily she didn’t smack her head. Unluckily, their teeth clacked together, piercing her bottom lip.
“Ouch.”
“Sorry.” He gently sucked at the raised bump while strumming the pads of his thumbs down the side of her neck. Seductively.
Delicately. “Better?”
“Mmm.”
“Bed. Now.”
India took his hand and led him into her bedroom, clicking on the lamp in the corner.
When they stopped by the side of the bed, Colt pinned her wrists behind her back. His mouth brushed her ear. “Tonight you’re mine. You’ll do as I say. Understand?”
“Yes.” Good God it turned her on when his dominant side came out to play.
“Get your favorite vibrator and half a dozen of those silk scarves you love so much. Then strip and get in the middle of the bed.”
“What are you going to be doing?”
“You’ll see.”
India rummaged in her drawer. How ironic that the vibrator was beneath the scarves. She draped the silken strips across the end of the bed, set the vibrator, a new tube of K-Y and a few condoms next to them and removed her clothes.
When she glanced at Colt as she spread out on the sheets, he was completely, gloriously nude.
Oh yeah.
Then he reached for a scarf and leveled her with the molten look that spelled pure trouble. “Hands above your head.” He tied her left wrist to the metal headboard and repeated the process on the right. “Can I trust you to keep your legs in place?”
“No. You’d better tie them.”
Colt growled.
He chose the narrowest scarf and carefully threaded it though the nipple rings. He tugged lightly and the sensation zinged from her nipples straight to her core. “Oh. Wow. Do it again.”
He pulled a little harder. “Interesting that Miz India likes a bite of pain with her pleasure.”
“Colt, I don’t know about this.”
“I won’t hurt you. But I am gonna drive you more than a little crazy.” He hung above her body, his knees bracketing her hips, his hands by her head.
“Why didn’t you blindfold me?”
“Because I want you watchin’ everything I’m doin’ to you.”
Colt kissed her. Hot. Wet. Slow. He sat back on his haunches between her straddled thighs.