Embracing the Fall (16 page)

So Cami lost herself in the slide of that hot shaft on her tongue. The heat and slick
hardness of it was her reward, her proof that she was pleasing him and her lips pulled
her back down greedily every time the fist in her hair and the belt around her neck
pulled her up.

“God, baby girl,” she heard him say, “you are so fucking good at this. God. That’s
it, brat, suck it, yeah, like that. Just. Like. That.” Each word was punctuated with
a hard thrust of his cock and Cami felt her hips echoing his. Thrusting and grinding,
and she wished she could feel him in both places at once. “Hands, sweet brat. Put
your hands on me now.” An order she was overjoyed to obey. Her fingers slid up the
long strong columns of his thighs until she reached the tops and then cupped the tight
sensitive sack between them.

They were drawn tight to the base of him, an indication of how close he was to release
and Cami relished and dreaded the end. Relished the fact that she could affect him
and bring him to the brink so quickly. Dreaded the fact that soon it would be over,
when she never wanted this to end.

Lightly, but not too lightly, she squeezed and pulled on that tender flesh as she
increased the suction of her mouth and she felt the effect on him immediately. With
a groan so deep and guttural she felt it like a thrust in her pussy, he came.

His fist tightened in her hair and the one holding her leash hauled her in flush against
his body and kept her there. Seconds later, he exploded across her tongue and spilled,
hot and bright as fire, down her throat.

Aftershocks were still ringing through his legs when she felt him draw her back. She
resisted. Cami wanted more; she wanted to bring him again. Even as he chuckled at
her tenacity, he gave a sharp yank on the belt as well as her hair. “Listen, sweet
brat.” He bent forward and kissed the crown of her head. “Obey.”

She sat back on her heels and batted her eyelashes at him with a pout. “Okay. But
I don’t wanna.” Her reward was more of his rich, soft laughter and another kiss. This
one on her mouth, where he lingered and cupped her face in two strong and safe palms.
As his breath flowed over her cheek, it felt like a caress and Cami felt centered
in a way she never had before. She felt a quiet, a stillness of spirit that was unlike
anything she’d ever known.
With one exception
. This same feeling was with her last weekend when the three of them were together.
But there was an added element to those times that was missing here. She couldn’t
put her finger on it, but knew that it was there all the same. A frown quirked her
brow as she thought about it.

“What’s caused this?” His question was as gentle as the thumb he used to brush the
wrinkle on her forehead.

“I loved this. I loved it so much.” She wanted to assure him. “But? I don’t know.
I miss Z. Since we started this together, it feels like she should be here.” She looked
up at him and felt a knot form in her belly that he might be displeased somehow. “Is
that wrong? Are you m–” her words were stopped by the press of his lips against hers
again.

“Cami, sweet,” he said, straightening up and removing the belt gently. “Feelings are
never wrong. They just are. And as it happens, it pleases me that you miss her.”

Surprise had her jolting a little as he rubbed and soothed her neck where the belt
had dug in. “It does?”

“Yes, of course. Cami, this is new to you both. Not just the BDSM, but also sharing
the same man. Imagine how difficult it would be if the two of you were jealous of
each other? This wouldn’t work, no matter how much she would want to help you grow
or how badly you needed that help. If either of you were to get possessive, it would
have to end.” He leaned down and kissed at a particularly tender spot on her neck.
“Poor baby, got bit there didn’t you?” Then he kissed it again before he stood and
began adjusting his clothes. “So, yes. Since the two of you have become extremely
important to me in an extremely short amount of time, I’m very pleased that you miss
her.” One more lingering kiss. “Thank you for this, sweet brat. Now behave or else
I’ll be back.”

Cami warmed from the inside out at that and wanted to bounce to her feet and straight
into his arms. She restrained herself though. Perhaps it was that Z wasn’t here, or
maybe it just wasn’t the time for it, but she stayed on her knees instead and watched
with a dreamy smile as he gathered his things and left.

“And then he just left?” Cami nodded and Z had to stop chopping zucchini in case she
got so flustered she lopped off a finger. “God, that’s freaking hot. Did he look back
and give you a sizzling stare, or was it old western style where he just sauntered
off into the sunset?”

“The wild west version.” Cami laughed as she assured her. “And yeah, Z, it was. It
was off the charts hot.”

Z finished chopping and barely managed to spare her fingers. “I wish he would saunter
in and out of my work and have his way with me.” A laugh bubbled out of her as she
pictured it. Evan, with his gleaming bald head and muscled build, bending her over
her desk, or better yet, the witness stand while judge and jury watched.

“You want me to put the bread in the oven for you?”

“You touch my bread and I’ll stab you,” Z threatened with a wave of her knife. “Last
time, you let the oven slam shut and it fell. Stick to the salad and be thankful I
even let you in my kitchen.”

“Sheesh. It only happened that one time.” Cami grouched good-naturedly as she tore
up lettuce. “And now I know not to slam the oven door, so it’s not like I would do
it again.” Z didn’t even bother replying to that. Cami was a complete failure in the
kitchen and everyone who knew her accepted that sorry fact, including Cami. She made
up for the lack of cooking skills by never complaining about the clean up. When they
ate at home, Z cooked and she cleaned and that suited them both just fine.

“I’m about done here anyway.” Z added the last of the vegetables to the soup that
she’d thrown together and gave the pot a quick stir. Simple Italian sausage and veggie
soup with some homemade rolls and dinner would be delish and perfect for a cold fall
day.

Her phone buzzed where it sat on the counter and Z picked it up without looking to
see who called. She just mumbled a quick hello as she tucked it between shoulder and
ear and carefully placed the rolls in the preheated oven. Then groaned at herself
when it sank in that it buzzed, not rang. Bread in, she straightened and fumbled the
phone into her hands, feeling like a sap for being so caught up in visions of Evan
that she didn’t even know a text from a call.

The fact that the text just happened to be from him made her bare toes curl and her
stomach flutter.

i got you something

She grinned and replied

Is it as good as what you got for C? Cuz that sounded pretty yummy.

With one foot braced on the inside of her other knee in one of her favorite yoga stances,
Z balanced in the middle of her kitchen and stared at her phone like a smitten teen.

well, its at your door. go open it and see

With a squeal, she bounded out of the kitchen and hollered to Cami on the way. “Evan
sent us a present!”

“He did? What?” Cami yelled from the dining room where she was setting the table.

Z flung open the door with all the zeal of a kid at Christmas, or in her case Chanukah,
and there he was. Every bit as striking and debonair as Cary Grant or James Bond in
his expensive suit, and holding a bazillion red roses, and Z was surprised she didn’t
spontaneously combust right there in her entry way.

Their eyes locked. Her mood went from playful to primal in a nanosecond.

“You really gotta work on your grammar when you text.” She tried to brazen it through.
Z knew he could clearly see the effect he had on her, but her contrary nature egged
her on anyway. “I mean, come on. You did graduate, right? Or is it that you’re too
big and important to be bothered with little things like punctuation and capitalization?”
She had more. She was warming up to the rant now, but he stepped in and crowded her
against the wall. Those beautiful flowers fell to the floor without a glance from
either of them, because next he plastered his mouth to hers.
And feasted
.

Hungry noises were rumbling up from his chest as his hands molded to her ass and ground
her against his already hard cock. She kissed him back like it had been years since
she’d seen him instead of days. When he urged one of her legs up and hooked her knee
in his elbow, she groaned because he took full advantage of her wide open position,
rubbing and thrusting where she was drenched and aching.

Ziporah grappled for the fastenings on his slacks, needing his flesh against hers.
“Hands,” Evan ordered in a harsh bark, even as his kiss continued to demolish her.
“Hands flat on the wall.” She whimpered and squeezed where she was still cupping him,
hoping to make him forget. He bit hard at her tongue and held it trapped for one blinding
second and her eyes popped open to stare into the brilliant green fire of his. “Hands.
Now.” The sting of the bite was a sizzling layer to what was already an inferno inside
her, and the show of dominance made her whole body draw tight with need.

She placed her hands on the wall. As ordered.

Z was wearing her favorite pair of yoga pants, with only a thong underneath, and those
ultra thin layers were no barrier at all. Evan lifted her leg a little higher and
shifted his hips away from hers. She cried out at the loss, ready to beg but after
that he put his hand there. Those thick, blunt fingers knew exactly where to go and
he wasted no time with teasing or playfulness.

He pressed deep, then rubbed hard and fast right on the throbbing button of her clit.
The friction, the surprise of seeing him after days of dreaming and then hearing the
details of what happened at the tavern, all combined to catapult her into readiness.
There was no holding back. There was no defense. Z was his in that moment, her body
helpless to do anything but follow where he led and give what he demanded. When she
came, she came screaming her orgasm into his mouth.

Evan held her through the aftershocks and tremors. Riding them out with her, so what
would have been a quick, fiery blast bloomed into something much more profound and
tender. Slowly, he let her leg down and it wasn’t until her breathing was almost back
to normal did he stop touching her and step away.

When he bent to scoop up the flowers, the smile he sent back to her over his shoulder
was electric. “You can take your hands off the wall now, sugar.” Ziporah burst out
laughing. She had still been so dazed by what happened that she hadn’t even noticed
that they were still where he had ordered them to be. In an effort to try and get
her equilibrium back, she put her hands on her hips and demanded, “What’s with that
‘hands on the wall’ any way? I don’t remember us giving you the green light to Dom
us any time you please. Did I ask to be Dom’d, oh high and mighty, Sir?”

He didn’t seem impressed by her show of pique, in fact, if anything, it made his smile
bigger. “‘Course you did, sugar.” He passed the flowers off to her and kissed her
softly on the temple. “You answered the door in your bare feet.”

As he walked away chuckling, Ziporah looked down just to make sure, because if she
were honest with herself, she had to admit she couldn’t feel her feet at the moment.
With her arms full to bursting with roses, she turned to shut the door, shocked to
realize she was just now thinking of it–but, she saw it already was. He must’ve kicked
it closed as he was getting started, but she’d been so overwhelmed she hadn’t even
noticed.

With a rueful shake of her head at her own besotted state, she headed back to the
kitchen sniffing her flowers and knowing that she was never going to look at roses
quite the same way again. When she turned into the dining room, Evan was just rounding
the table toward Cami. Since his overcoat and jacket were gone, she assumed he’d detoured
to leave them in the living room.