Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance (6 page)

He shrugged in that easy nonchalant way of his. "It's my house. I can come in here if I want."

"I know but maybe next time you could knock on my bathroom door to let me know you're here."

"Maybe." His lips curved in a mischievous grin. "So what are you wearing under that towel?"

I snorted and shook my head. "You're a pervert."

"Guilty as charged." He reached for me and grasped my wrist. "Come here." He tugged me closer. "Why did you hop out of bed before I woke?"

I shrugged. "I couldn't sleep any longer and figured you wouldn’t be thrilled with me watching the news while you slept in on a Saturday morning."

He regarded me for a moment and smiled. "That was considerate of you."

I frowned. "It may have escaped your notice but I'm not exactly a spoiled ass brat."

His eyes narrowed. "Not usually but last night?"

I eyed him warily. "What about last night?"

"I'm pretty sure you broke into my room, rifled through my things and—oh, yeah—you left one of those damn suckers stuck to my coffee table again."

I bit my lip and dropped my gaze to the floor. "Is this where I get punished?"

"Yep."

I squealed with surprise as he jerked free my towel and yanked me down across his lap. He wore only a pair of black cotton shorts so I could feel the erection straining against the thin fabric. It stabbed into my lower belly.

Tipped forward, I instinctively put my fingertips on the floor to steady myself. A shiver rippled along my spine as Gage's rough palm caressed my bare ass. I licked my lips and tried to calm my raw nerves. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like this very much.

"You broke into my room seven or eight times."

"Yes, Sir."

"You searched my private things."

"Yes, Sir."

"You left one of those damn suckers on my furniture again."

"Yes, Sir."

"Hmmm," he said, exaggerating the sound. "That sounds like, oh, fifteen swats?"

My eyes widened. "Fif-fifteen? No! That's too many."

"You shouldn't have been such a bad, bad girl."

"No. Wait. I—
ow
!" I tensed as the first smack of his big hand cracked my ass. The blast of pain prickled along my bare skin. I started to wiggle on his lap and tried to get free. His arm pressed against my upper back, holding me in place. "Oh!
Oh no
! No!"

"Hold still or else I'll make you count them
and
thank me."

I stopped fighting. "Please, Gage. No more."

He laughed. "You aren't getting out of this one so easily."

"Ow!
Oh
! Ow!"

Gage's hand smacked my bottom over and over again. Heat blossomed under his palm. The loud cracks echoed in my room. I tried not to squirm but it was too hard to stay totally still. Instinct told me to move, to get my ass the hell out of the way.

"Ouch! Jeez!" I inhaled sharply as his palm bounced off my backside again. "Damn! It was one fucking sucker, Gage!"

"Excuse me?" He used that harsh, stern tone I was coming to recognize as his Dom's voice. "Did you just cuss at me, Meg?"

"I—oh, hell." There was no denying that one. Glumly, I said, "Yes, Sir."

"I think that's five more swats."

"Oh shit."

"Really, Meg? That's two more."

I clamped my lips together. At this rate, I was going to be black and blue before it was all over. He popped me twice more and I started to tear up a little. Fuck but that big hand of his hurt!

He shifted his legs, widening his thighs, and I gasped. My clit was now in constant contact with his thigh. Every whack of his palm forced my clit against his hard, muscular leg. It didn't take me long to realize I could have a little pleasure with that pain.

I cried out with each smack but started to moan a little as my clit started to throb. Oh, that was
nice
. "
Ah
!"

Gage chuckled as his hand delivered those last few whacks. "I see we've made a little discovery." His hands forced my thighs wide open, and he explored my soaking slit with his fingers. “Feel this wet pussy?” He clicked his teeth. "Such a dirty, dirty girl. What am I going to do with you, Meg?"

Even though my ass was on fire, I couldn't ignore my throbbing clit or the aching need building inside me. "Fuck me, Sir. Please just fuck me."

He laughed at my entreaty but didn't deny my request. He picked me up and dropped me face-down on the bed. A white-hot frisson of anticipation pierced my belly. I gripped my fluffy comforter in both hands as Gage knelt behind me and grasped my thighs. He lifted my butt high in the air and opened my pussy with his fingers.

"Gage!" I shouted his name as I felt his tongue invading me. He wiggled it inside. My fingers tightened around the fistfuls of comforter I held. I pumped my hips and relished the wickedness of the act. He ate my pussy like a starving man, his tongue darting inside my slick passage and then swirling around my clit.

Just when I started to get really hot, he pulled away from me. I whimpered at the sudden abandonment. "No! I was so close."

He spanked my ass, and I hissed. My core clenched as the bright, prickly heat of the smack reverberated through me. I couldn’t really understand it but I was starting to
enjoy
being spanked. That mix of pleasure/pain was heady and enthralling.

"Oh!" My head popped off the bed as Gage thrust inside me.

He laughed and swept his hand up and down my back. "You love my cock, don’t you, sugar?"

"Love it," I agreed, breathless now.

Gage pumped his hips, his shaft gliding in and out of me at a slow, deliberate pace. "Am I hurting you, Meg?"

After the spanking he had just doled out, his question struck me as terribly funny. Of course, if the spanking had been too much, I could have used our safe word—but I had liked it too much to ask him to stop.

“No, you aren’t hurting me.” There was a little discomfort but it was quickly eclipsed by the amazing sensation of his big cock stroking inside me. "Feels so good, Gage."

"That's what I like to hear." He clasped my waist and started to take me a little faster. Our bodies slapped together, flesh against flesh echoing in my bedroom. I clawed at the comforter as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.

"Rub your clit, Meg." His order made me shiver. "Make yourself come."

I shifted my weight to one hand and reached down to the place where our bodies were joined. My fingers quickly found my clit and started to flick. Every stroke of Gage's thick tool made me groan. My toes curled as I chased my orgasm, that coil of bliss tightening in my lower belly.

"Come for me, Meg."

As if on cue, my pussy clenched his rock-hard dick and I exploded with spasms of ecstasy. I strummed my clit as he plowed me with his thick shaft, the power of each thrust shoving my knees forward on the comforter. My hand dropped to the bed as my climax ended. I shivered with delicious aftershocks.

Gage pulled out of me just long enough to flip me over onto my back. He crawled over me, insinuating himself between my thighs, and captured my mouth in a sensual kiss. After that rough, quick fuck, it wasn't what I'd expected. I melted into him, enjoying the heat and strength radiating from his big, strong body.

His tongue invaded my mouth at the same time his cock slid back into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rocked beneath him. We had gone from fucking to something much more intense. This was slow and easy lovemaking and I couldn't get enough of it.

I scratched at his sides and he cupped my bruised bottom, angling my backside up so he could thrust even deeper. I gasped against his mouth and nipped at his lower lip. He grinned and kissed me roughly, his lips punishing mine.

This time, we climbed together toward a shared climax. Gage knew just how to thrust and shifted his body so that my clit was perfectly aligned against him. Every deep plunge of his stiff cock stoked the burning embers of my desire.

I came just seconds before him, my lips parted against his cheek, my heavy breaths buffeting his ear. He groaned and slammed deep. I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he jerked in my arms. His hot semen spilled inside me, easing the burn of our coupling.

For a long time, we stayed on my bed, our bodies still joined. We exchanged kisses so erotic my toes curled and my heart raced. I enjoyed the feel of his chiseled body beneath my fingertips. He cupped my breasts and toyed with my nipples. It felt good to be together like this, cocooned in my room and sharing this new thing between us.

Eventually, Gage pulled free of me. He stroked my face. "You hungry, sugar?"

I nodded. "Starving, actually."

He patted my butt and kissed my forehead. "Get dressed. I'll cook."

When he was gone, I slid into a comfy pair of shorts and a tank top and headed downstairs. The bottom floor of the house had one of those open floor plans. No space was wasted and it gave the place a comfortable, homey feeling. The furniture, however, left a lot to be desired. It screamed bachelor in the worst way. I had started leaving Pottery Barn catalogs around the house with certain pieces circled and notes doodled on the pages, hoping he would get the hint. So far, it hadn’t worked…

Gage smiled at me as I came into view. He stood between the granite counter and the stove and faced the television in the living room as he chopped veggies. It looked like we were having omelets, his favorite breakfast. He gestured toward the television with the knife. “I put it on the news for you. I know how you like to watch this channel in the morning.”

“Thanks.” I skirted behind him to make a cup of chai tea. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Yes.” He dropped the chopped bell peppers into a hot pan. “After breakfast, I thought we could go down to a dealership and take some new trucks for a drive. I’d like your opinion before I buy.”

“You want my opinion on
your
new truck?” I set aside my cup of tea, popped out the disposable cup and tossed it in the trash. I grabbed Gage’s preferred coffee flavor from the K-Cup stash and popped it into the machine.

He nestled up behind me and kissed the side of my neck. “I thought you would be running out the door at the mention of shopping.”

Shivering with delight, I glanced up at him and smiled. “You know me so well.”

“I like to think so.” He dotted feather-light kisses up the side of my neck. “Meg, you need to understand something.”

“And what is that?”

“What goes on between us in the bedroom or, hell, anywhere we're having sex is different than what goes on between us the rest of the time. I don't need a slave and I'm not really interested in a twenty-four-seven relationship." He tilted his head to study me. “Is that what you want?"

My eyes widened. "No! I mean…I enjoyed what we did last night, but I’m not into the idea of being ordered around all day and night."

"Good. It's not for me either. I know people who enjoy it and who embrace that kind of lifestyle but it's much too extreme for me."

When he stepped away to tend the stove, I finished his cup of coffee with a splash of half-and-half and small scoop of sugar and placed it on the counter next to him. Curious, I asked, “You said you know people who enjoy that kind of lifestyle—”

“There’s a community here in Houston,” he interjected before sipping his coffee. He nodded approvingly. “This is just the way I like it. You’ve been paying attention.”

“Is that a nice way of saying I’m a creeper?”

“Maybe.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. Straightening up, he pointed to the eggs behind us on the island. “Crack those for me?”

“Okay.”

“There are some playgroups and private clubs here in the city,” he said as I cracked the eggs into a bowl. “I was more active in them when I first moved here, but with my promotion and the extra training, I don’t have as much time to play. I don’t think I’ve been to Heat in seven or eight months. I don’t like going without a partner, and I haven’t been lucky enough in the dating scene to find someone who matches those preferences.”

Jealousy reared its ugly head again as I imagined him doing all the things we had done together with other women in some kinky sex club. It was ridiculous to feel like that, but I couldn’t help it. How many women had he taken to Heat? Was I just another in a long line of women?

Wondering about this other side of his life, I asked, “Will you take me with you the next time?”

Gage glanced at me with some surprise. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he picked up the bowl of cracked eggs, grabbed a fork from a drawer and started pricking the yolks. “No.”

Deflated by his reply, I tried not to let my confusion and hurt show on my face. I sipped my tea and turned my attention to the television. While I tried to work out the reasons why he wouldn’t want to take me with him, I noticed the sucker still stuck to the table. My throbbing bottom inspired a twinge of guilt. I crossed the living room and removed the stick from the glass. I licked my finger and wiped away the sticky streak it left behind.