PassionsPoison (10 page)

“Pink,” he said as he used both hands to spread her labia
wide to view her clit and vaginal opening.

Her body was on fire and though her pussy may have appeared
to be attempting to douse the flames, it wouldn’t. She had to protect him, stay
in control. She squeezed herself tight, but her juices still flowed. They
dribbled down to the crease of her ass.

She sensed the moment he noticed them. His mouth opened. He
let go of her pussy to lift her legs higher, farther than where she had been
when he’d entered her minutes ago.

His finger traced the wetness between her swollen folds to
her anal opening.

She tensed, but her head swam at the realization she
couldn’t stop him.

His other hand stroked her leg. “Relax. I won’t hurt you.”

She tried to obey, but her excitement overrode her wishes.
“I’ve never been touched there.”

He tore his gaze from her ass and met her eyes. “Do you like
it?”

The strange combination of helplessness and excitement had
her swallowing hard and nodding. Her heart beat so fast she couldn’t speak.
Control. For Zach’s sake. She had to stay…

Gently, he explored her, nudging her ass opening. Unable to
resist, she moved her hips to push into his touch.

He stilled. “Do you have any lube?”

She managed a whisper as she turned her head to the left.
“In there.”

He leaned over her body to open the drawer on the
nightstand, his cock pressing against the inside of her thigh. “Wow. You have
quite an interesting collection here.”

Her cheeks heated. What would he think?

He glanced back at her. “I hope you’ll allow me to play
sometime.”

The appreciative look on his face made her want to laugh
with relief. Instead she nodded, too filled with pleasure at what they could do
together with her special sex toys.

He grabbed the pillow next to her and knelt between her legs
again. Tilting her hips, he folded it beneath her butt, positioning her ass in
the air for him to explore. More wetness leaked from her pussy. She wanted this
man where no man had been before. Of course! She could have him there without
poisoning him. Her heart beat with joy as well as lust and she moaned.

He used his finger to smear her juices around her clit,
causing her to buck into his hand. “Oh Zach. I’m so hot.”

He grinned tightly before pushing his finger into her pussy.
“Yes, you are. Hot and wet.”

His finger stroked inside her, building her excitement,
sensitizing her clit. Then a cool silkiness ran down her crease and across her
ass. Her pussy tightened around his finger.

“Bea, you’re going to like this. I can tell.”

At the tightness in Zach’s voice, she whimpered. She didn’t
want to wait. Anticipation flooded her, tensed her muscles in readiness.

He pushed a finger against her anal hole. “Relax.”

Relax? How? She tried, anxious to feel herself taken there,
but she couldn’t control her own actions. She made her hands let go of her
bindings, signaling the rest of her heated body to calm.

Zach’s finger penetrated.

She cried out. Though he didn’t move either finger, shocks
of pleasure tingled through her steadily. “Make me come, now.”

The finger inside her pussy finally moved in and out. Her
ass and pussy tightened against both his hands of their own accord. As he
started to stroke her anal opening, her blood pounded through her and her limbs
grew useless, her pleasure building. Her body, mind and heart gave in,
accepting Zach’s total possession and she let him take her where he would. As
the sensations converged between her legs in waves, she grew lightheaded.
Finally, a sweeping orgasm hit her hard, exploding from her center to the very
tips of her toes. She grabbed the silken belt that tied her hands and held on
as her body rocked with spasms of pleasure.

When her orgasm subsided, Zach removed his fingers.

But her sated feeling dissipated as cool lube dribbled
across her butt crease. She opened her eyes to see him lubing his hard cock.

Fear and excitement warred within her. “Zach?”

He glanced up, his face strained with passion. “Mine.”

His desperate need for her erased all nervousness and melted
her heart. She swallowed as his cock butted against her ass and a welcoming joy
permeated her veins.

Zach encircled her clit with his pussy-wet finger. The sharp
excitement he caused had her closing her eyes, relinquishing her body to his
knowledgeable, caring hands.

He played with her clit while the steady, gentle pressure of
his cock increased against her ass opening. She panted to catch her breath as
electricity flowed through her body along a now-known path to her inner core.
The freedom of the act allowed her to embrace every titillating spark, grasp
every shock as it swept through her.

Zach pushed through and filled her ass.

She melted into stillness. Savored being taken.

He remained motionless. “Bea?”

She rasped, “Yes.”

“Do you want me to continue?” His tense pectorals and neck
muscles revealed his self-imposed restraint.

That he would stop for her had her heart swelling with
emotion. Touched, she nodded vigorously so he wouldn’t mistake her meaning.

He pushed farther into her, stretching her virgin flesh.

She moaned as the pleasure exceeded the small, uncomfortable
strangeness. His finger on her clit played its expert strokes and his cock
inside her ass began a slow pace. She pushed against him as he entered her
body, gripping her bonds, at his mercy and aroused beyond thought.

Zach’s rough breathing broke through her own euphoric
senses. He would come inside her. That thrilled her as much as his
ministrations to her body. As his cock glided in again, his finger rubbed a
gentle circle upon her clit.

Zach moaned. “Oh God, Bea.”

At his words, her orgasm sparked through her. She shook with
tremors and when a warmness invaded her ass, she peaked, moaning in complete
satisfaction.

Zach pulled out. Breathing hard, he leaned over her and
released her hands.

She let them drop to the sides as he pulled her against him.

He brushed her hair from her face, his gentle touch warming
her from the inside. “Bea, are you okay?”

She sighed as she cuddled into his body, her head resting on
his shoulder. “Mmm-hmm. Just spent.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Sleep.”

Yes, she would, and be content he’d only experienced her
poisons once. Maybe there was hope for them yet.

* * * * *

Zach lay awake, recovering from an orgasm unlike any he’d
experienced before. The woman in his arms was a wonder. How the hell was he
going to break it off after one more time?

He looked at the clock across the room. If the cop was still
outside, his superiors may start to wonder. Two hours was a long time to be
parked in one place while on patrol. Unable to resist a moment longer, he
slipped from the bed and turned off the lamps on either side. Stealthily, he
moved to the side of the window.

The patrol car was there.

He smirked. He hoped the cop would be there in the morning
when he took Bea for her car. Let the man see their date had been an all-night
event.

Zach turned back to gaze at Bea. She was curled on her side,
accentuating the smallness of her waist and fullness of her hips.
Possessiveness filled his blood again, causing him to stalk from the room. He
hadn’t expected to take her like that. It must have been the double reminder of
her past boyfriends that had him being so aggressive. First, her mom with the
boyfriend call, then the cop wannabe boyfriend. He’d never been forceful, but
something about her, and her past, rubbed him like deer antlers on a tree.

Finding himself in the kitchen, he opened her refrigerator.
Not much food graced the shelves, in fact, less than in his own. Working for
the inns must include free food while on the clock. However, the Amstel Light
on the upper shelf looked appetizing. Rummaging around for a bottle opener took
a little longer, but he succeeded and took a swallow.

She had a small place. Except for the plants, it was barely
lived in. A workaholic. He’d rather share her with her job than have himself
acting like a grizzly with cubs because of her old flames. It didn’t make
sense. He hadn’t known her a week yet and besides, she’d be gone soon.

Taking another gulp, he sat on the couch and studied the
room. She was a mystery. Incredibly hot and sensual and yet awkward and
limited, intelligent and educated, but so down-to-earth he kept forgetting she
was only temporary. What if he broke his own rule and stayed with her longer?
He didn’t see any signs of possessiveness or deep caring yet. In truth, she
hadn’t made a single move to continue the relationship. That could be a good
sign.

Finishing his beer, he walked back into the bedroom and
slipped into the bed. He pulled Bea against him. Maybe four sex dates, but then
he had to let her go, no matter the strange caveman instinct. He liked her and
it wouldn’t be fair to test fate by loving her.

* * * * *

Bea woke to the sound of a man vomiting in her bathroom. It
took her a moment to remember that Zach had stayed the night.

Dread hit her hard. He was sick because of her. She wanted
to cry, but that wouldn’t help anything. Rising, she wrapped her robe around
herself. In the kitchen she grabbed a water from the fridge and as she stepped
into the bedroom, Zach opened the bathroom door.

She handed him the bottle. She didn’t like how pale he’d
become.

He took a tiny sip. “Thanks, sorry about that.”

She cocked her head. “About what? Being sick? It’s not your
fault.”

He gave her a sheepish grin and ran a hand over his face.
“Yeah, but I knew it would happen. I’m allergic to marijuana. I didn’t think I
had enough to get sick. But like I said, your mom is a little heavy-handed with
that particular ingredient.”

Pot? He was allergic? Relief flooded her. Men became ill
because of her poisonous fluids, but she had no idea how. Phillip had gone into
a coma, but they’d had sex like bunnies. Since she never stayed with the men
she slept with, she didn’t know what actually happened to them afterward, but
she always kept it to the minimum she needed to survive another week.
Unfortunately, it didn’t lessen her guilt.

Zach took a sip of water and grimaced. “I’m not sure how
long this will last, but you might want to get in the bathroom before I need it
again.”

Guilt rode her once more for rejoicing at the fact she
hadn’t caused his pain. “I’m so sorry. Don’t worry about me. Let’s get you back
in bed.”

He followed her and lay on the mussed sheet.

She smoothed his hair away from his face. “This is all my
fault. I should have checked those brownies.”

Zach placed his hand on hers. “Don’t blame yourself. I
didn’t have to eat more than one bite. I’ll be fine in a couple hours.”

She bent and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll call in and let
them know I’ll be late for work.”

He grasped her wrist as she rose. “Don’t do that. I’ll be
fine, if you don’t mind my staying here for a while.”

She sat back down. “I need to make this up to you, plus you
still have to bring me to get my car. How about you stay here? When I come
home, I’ll cook you dinner.”

He frowned. “How will you get to work?”

She smiled smugly. “I rented this apartment because it’s close
enough to walk to all three inns. I’ll throw on my sweats, grab some clothes
and change at the Lakeside. I have a whole set of toiletries there because I
often have to sleep at the inn. This way, if you need the bathroom, it’s all
yours.”

Zach squeezed her hand. “Thanks.”

She kissed him on the forehead and grabbed some clothes. As
she closed the door behind her, she heard him leave the bed and run for the
bathroom again. Poor man.

She headed down the stairs to the street. She should be
ashamed of her good mood, but the fact Zach wasn’t sick because of her excited
her too much. How many times could they make love and keep him healthy? Her
grandmother would know.

Maybe a visit to Grandma Beatrice was in order. Bea would
hear the truth from her. While she could talk to her mother, her instinct said
Mom wasn’t completely truthful.

Shrugging, she strode up the hill toward the Lakeside Inn.
Since it was still early, the sleepy little town had few cars on the road. When
she came to the stoplight on Main and Lakeside Drive, she pressed the
Walk
button and waited.

A car pulled up next to her. “Hey, Bea, need a lift?”

She turned to see a patrol car and Chris hanging out his
window.

She raised her brows. “Are you still on duty?”

“Yeah, but not for long. I’m heading back to the station to
end my shift.” He pointed down the road. “Would you like a ride to the inn?”

Bea smiled to soften her rejection. “No thanks. I want to
enjoy the crisp air before being trapped inside all day.”

She glanced above the patrol car to see the
Walk
light lit. “Thanks anyway.”

Bea crossed the street, but could feel him watch her. She
hadn’t run into him since last year’s Rotary Ice Fishing Derby, and now twice
in twenty-four hours. He was a good guy, but not her type. In a way she wished
she’d dated him in high school, maybe then he wouldn’t be interested in her
now.

She stepped into the lobby of the inn and strode past the
check-in counter where one of the staff helped a customer. Sneaking into the
back office, she grabbed her travel case and ducked into the bathroom. In no
time, she showered and dove into her work.

She was deep into the monthly billing when Kayla came in for
her shift.

Kayla was dressed in a pale-beige silk blouse and tan pencil
skirt. Her short fashionable hairdo made her look like a model, but her smile
warmed people down to their toes. “Good morning, Bea. How’d it go last night?”