Yuma [Wolfe Brothers 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

Yuma walked over behind Madison while she tried to encourage the younger man to get out of her office. She felt hands settle on her shoulders but missed the glare he gave the man in front of them.

“Yuma, Mr. Bland would like to set up a meeting with you.” She tried to keep things professional, but not only did she want the young pup away from her, she also wanted to figure out what the heck was wrong with Yuma. Lord have mercy, he was acting so damned possessive it wasn’t funny.

“Do I have anything available next week?” he asked her, but his wary eyes never left Mr. Bland’s face.

“Monday at nine,” she replied with a quick glance at the online calendar, but before she could rattle off any more, Mr. Bland interrupted her.

“Oh, that’ll be great!” the younger man gushed out as he struck a pose against her desk. “Maybe you could meet me for lunch today. We could go to this darling little restaurant down the road. It’s all the rage. The Paris Inn!”

“She has plans,” Yuma answered for her.

“Old man, I wasn’t talking to you. I was asking the pretty lady here.” Mr. Bland let his eyes trace over every inch of Madison that he could reach. “I could show her a really good time.” He wiggled his eyes ever so suggestively.

“I have plans!” Madi damn near screamed as Yuma left her to go after him.

“She also has a boyfriend.” Madi nodded her head wildly to verify Yuma’s statement. Of course, as loud as he yelled it, the whole building probably heard it.

“Ms. Foose said that she was a lonely woman who couldn’t get a date to save her life.” Mr. Bland seemed somewhat confused by the situation. “She said that she would be an easy yet eager lay that liked to play hard to get.”

“Ms. Foose?” Yuma roared before picking up the phone and dialing McArthur’s extension. With a few quick words, both Cheri and her father were entering her office area. As soon as Cheri saw Bland, her face paled and her head hung low like she knew what was going on.

“Mr. James said you wished to see me, Mr. Wolfe.” Cheri gave the sweetest smile Madison thought she could muster, looking all innocent and demure. Madison wondered if any believed her carefully crafted expression.

“I want you out of here. Today. You’re going to pack your shit and never come back.” Yuma had gotten his voice under control but still acted like he desperately wanted to throttle the bitch. “I will make sure that you get a minimal severance package, but you will not return.”

“But, Yuma, I was just trying to help! Madison was telling me that she hadn’t had a date in ages. I knew she must be lonely!” Cheri whined at him with her big, tear-filled blue eyes. “It’s all her fault. You should fire her not me.” Those big tears never fell. After all, they were all for appearance’s sake only.

Madison stared at her coworker. Her mouth hung open. She’d never talked on a personal level with Cheri, ever! Besides her father and Yuma, she couldn’t think of anyone that she’d spoken to on a friendly basis. She was the boss’s daughter. Most of the other employees seemed to think that if they shared their personal feelings, she’d run and tell her father, and they’d be fired.

They glared at Cheri, never bothering to glance at each other. The pair knew what Cheri didn’t. Madison hadn’t had a free moment in the last week. Yuma had made sure of it.

Madison’s father spoke up at last. “Cheri, after tomorrow, you working here wouldn’t have been feasible. I’m retiring, and according to your last three evaluations, your work performance for Yuma was pitiful. You’ve struck out for the last time.” He moved to hold the door open for her. “I suggest you go to the HR department and get your separation notice.”

“You can’t do this to me! I have six kids to feed!” Tears were replaced by twin red blazes across her face. “I’m going to marry Yuma.” Snarling, she turned to Madi. “In fact, I’m pregnant with his child!”

“You may be pregnant, but it isn’t Yuma’s baby.” Madi’s expression was one of pity. Not that she thought that Cheri was in love with him. The woman wanted a meal ticket and a way out of the hole she’d dug for herself. While she’d been talking, Yuma had, too. He’d called security. Cheri had her own private escort out of the building.

“Madi, your dad and I have a lunch meeting we need to attend. Are you going to be okay?” He slowly caressed her back as she leaned against him.

“Sure. I need to take tomorrow off, though, so I can make sure that everything is ready for tomorrow night,” she informed him as she picked up her pocketbook.

“As long as you’re my date for the event, I think I can handle it.” He brushed his lips across hers before walking out of the office with her father.

She didn’t know what they were doing, but neither man came back to the office that evening. In fact, she closed up the office, drove home, had dinner, and still hadn’t heard from Yuma. After a long soak in the hot tub and a quick shower, she curled up in bed with yet another erotic romance novel. She was almost asleep when she heard the phone.

“Hello?” she murmured.

“Hi, Madison. I couldn’t go to sleep without talking to you.” Yuma’s voice rumbled over the telephone.

“Thanks. Did your meeting go well?” She tucked her book onto the bookshelf as he held her attention.

“Yes, I got what I wanted.” She could hear rustling over the phone but didn’t know what was going on.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting undressed. Do you know how badly I want you? I’m stroking my cock as we speak. Tell me, what are you wearing, baby?”

“Nothing.” Giggling, she stretched out on the bed. “Are you touching my cock?” she teased him. Since he was calling her pussy his, she might as well claim possession of his equipment, too.

“Hell yes, baby, because it’s been the only way I could stay sane without you in my arms. I’ve even kept the pillow you slept on near me so I can hold it and smell you when I go to sleep. Are your nipples hard?”

“Of course, they heard your voice and hardened immediately,” she teased.

“Lick your fingers and get them hard for me. Twist those tips gently for me.” Her breath caught as she followed his directions. She pulled at them harder because she enjoyed the pain. She heard what she thought was a bottle of lube being opened then closed seconds later. She could hear the sound of his hand stroking over his cock slowly. “Are they hard yet?”

She moaned, “Yes.” She wished he was there with her. “I want you to watch me please myself,” she informed him.

“Fuck, don’t tell me that now!” Yuma’s voice was hoarse. Hell, she didn’t even know that she’d said it out loud. “Touch my pussy for me, baby. Run those fingers across your labia. Are you wet?”

“Yes,” she whimpered as she rubbed slickened fingers across her cunt, lightly encircling her clit.

“I wish you were here to lick the pre-cum pooling on the tip of my cock. I’m slowing my movements, baby. I want you to come with me. Push a finger into your cunt for me, Madison.”

She whined to let him know she’d followed his directions.

“Do you feel how tight you are, baby? I wish it was my fingers in your pussy, your clit in my mouth, and your nipples in my fingers.”

“And your cock in my mouth,” she moaned, barely understandable as she climbed closer to her orgasm, “pushing deeper and deeper inside of my throat, sir.”

“Slide another finger in, baby, and rub your clit for me, baby, fast and hard. Remember that it’s my hands touching you.”

He was stroking his cock so fast and hard now that she could hear him over the phone. And even better, she could picture him in her mind—with each pass, he would gather the moisture there and spread it over his cock before sliding his cock through his hand again and again. The mental image alone spiked her own arousal up even more. She was so close!

“Come for me, baby, as you spank your clit.”

One hand made a desperate attempt to follow directions and to smack her pussy. “Yes!” Her body shook as his words sent her over the edge. Her pussy clenched around her fingers as she climaxed with a scream.

“I wish you were here with me, baby. I’d put you on your hands and knees and make you submit to me.” His breath was getting choppy as he got closer and closer to his orgasm.

Breathless, she asked him, “Would you fuck my ass, sir? Would you push your big, hard cock deep into my ass?”

“Fuck!” he roared into her ear as she visualized him coming all over his chest. As soon as she heard his breathing return to normal, he spoke again. “You know you’re in trouble now, don’t you? I will have your ass!”

“Only you, sir,” she whispered sweetly to him. “Only you.”

Chapter 7

After a day spent running around, she was in a small bathroom at the facility attempting to get ready for her father’s party. She’d brought her cosmetics and clothes with her. She’d had her hair done earlier. It was piled on top of her head with just a few tendrils falling down around her face. She hoped that the fancy ultra-light backless bra would hold up her double Ds. The black halter dress was backless and gauzy. It flowed like it was made for her body.

She strapped her shoes into place and packed up the rest of her belongings to take back out to her car after she finished applying her war paint. It was almost seven when people started piling into the building. Decorations and appetizers were in place. A DJ had music playing. Everything was set, she thought happily. She hoped that her father not only enjoyed the party, but the gift she’d gotten him as well.

She walked around the room, talking to others when she could, all the time searching for Yuma. Unfortunately, he hadn’t come. After thirty minutes of waiting, she finally gave up. Maybe he had a meeting come up, she thought as she was asked to dance by one of her coworkers, Edgar White. The short, blond man was holding her lightly as he twirled her across the dance floor.

For the first time in a long time, she let herself go and flowed with the music. She didn’t worry about acting a fool or embarrassing herself or her father. Not only did she dance with Edgar, but she also danced with four other male attorneys, some of the guys from accounting, and a couple of the law clerks.

While she did have fun, she worried about Yuma. He and her father were very close so it wasn’t as if he would purposely not show up. Suddenly, she was twirled right into his arms. “Yuma?”

“Yes, baby.” He moved her slowly to the music. “Have you been having a good time?”

She nodded. “I was worried about you, though.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, laid her head against him, and let the music flow over them.

“I had to stop by the store and pick something up,” he whispered with his lips against his ear, making her shiver alongside him.

“Oh, you got some protection?” Of course, that would be when the DJ stopped the music and all eyes were upon them. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that so loud, she thought as she tried to move away from him.

“Sort of.” He winked at her. Another song started, and he began to lead her across the dance floor. His body brushed and swayed against hers. She could feel every ridge and vein of his erection as he moved against her. Song after song, he continued to tease her body with his. She could feel a puddle gathering between her thighs and hoped to God it wouldn’t dribble down her legs.

Eventually, he led her out of the banquet hall and into a small, empty room and closed and locked the door behind them. “I couldn’t sleep last night.” He told her as he brought her close to him.

“Why not?”

His hands slid under the short, flowing skirt of her dress to cup her ass. “I kept thinking about this, and how good it would feel once I buried my dick inside it.” His cock was hard against her while his hands searched under her dress. “You don’t have any underwear on?” He groaned as he pulled her over to a sofa in the far corner of the room. As he draped her over the arm, her dress was flipped up to her back as he knelt behind her.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful, baby. I can’t wait for this.” She felt his warm breath on the cheeks of her butt, felt his hands spreading those cheeks, and his tongue tracing around her anus.

“Are you going to fuck my ass, sir?” Her long fingers curled into the fabric of the furniture. She wiggled against him.

He moaned as he thrust his tongue into her ass, causing vibrations that sent her arousal higher. His fingers slid down to tease her clit, slowly brushing against it again and again. As her arousal spiked, he slid a finger into her ass. Shaking, she pleaded with him, ‘Please, Yuma, please.”

Fingers left her clit and landed on her ass with a loud boom. “Excuse me?”

“Please, sir.” She shook her ass for him. In response, he added another wet finger to her ass as he continued to stretch her. “Again, sir?”

“You want to feel my hand thrashing your ass, baby?” He didn’t wait for her response but instead timed his strikes with the thrusts of his fingers. “Do you like your ass being fucked, Madison?” he asked as he added a third finger to the mix. The pleasure-pain had her hissing and pushing back for more.

“Yes, sir!” She gasped as she moved against him, undecided at which she enjoyed more, the spanking or the anal play.

His fingers left her ass. She heard rustling behind her, and the sound of lube being opened. He placed the bottle against her ass and squeezed. The cold liquid added more fire to her already blazing pussy.