Risk & Reward (13 page)

Her red lips curved up. “You’ll make me feel good anyway.” She stroked the third bead between her fingers before pressing it to her pussy lips. “Three.”

“Fuck. Me.”

“Ohhh, God.” She fell against the glass behind her and groaned again. “God.”

He was out of persuasive words. “Tatiana. Please.”

She licked her lips and gathered herself. Moving so she was on her hands and knees, she crawled over to him. She had to stop twice to catch her breath.

“They’re moving inside of you, aren’t they?” he rasped, unable to stop himself. “Rubbing against your walls. Driving you crazy.”

Her only response was a whimper. Through his haze of need, he realized that the power balance was at that delicious point of equality. He might be bound, but she was as hungry as he was.

Good. That was how it should be.

Somehow she turned her submissive crawl into a slinky stalk, finally coming to her knees in front of him. She pressed a chaste kiss against the tip of his dick, rubbing it over the softness of her lips.

He couldn’t bite back the words. “Please. Please.”

She ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock.

He loved her hunger, like she couldn’t get enough of him. But right now he needed something more.

“Please what?” she whispered, her breath on his cockhead making his eyes cross.

“Please. Fuck. Me.”

She shifted and gasped. “But something’s in the way.”

“I’ll get them out. Just untie me.” God, the vibrations were killing him.

He shouted when she sucked his balls. No, that wasn’t going to help him. “They feel so good,” she murmured.

He struggled to follow the conversation. “I’ll make you feel better. Always.”

Her hands were shaking as bad as his. He ordered his muscles to remain still while she pulled the vibrating ring off him, the tightness destroying him.

“Hands,” he prompted, when she stopped as if at a loss. Her heavy-lidded eyes blinked up at him. “Cock,” he reminded her. He didn’t blame her for her inattention. He was reduced to one-word orders, his entire being focused on getting his erection inside of her.

She nodded and stood, almost toppling over. Her skin flushed anew, and she used his shoulder to steady herself as she walked around the chair. He tried not to fidget while she worked on the knot that kept him helpless.

The second he felt the material give he exploded out of the chair, whirling around to haul her close. He picked her up easily, and she cried out, her head tipping back. “Don’t come,” he ordered her, brusque.

“But I have to.”

“You can in a second.” He pressed his lips against hers hard. Their tongues tangled fiercely. He swallowed each sound she made as he walked the short distance to the bedroom, the beads moving and pressing deep.

He kicked the door closed behind them and dropped her to her feet. “Get on that bed.”

She took three large steps back. “Make me.”

That cruel smile was made more harsh by sharp arousal. “My pleasure.”

She gave a very undignified yelp and spun around. It took him two long strides to catch her, pick her up as if she weighed nothing, and throw her on the bed face first. He was there a second later when she tried to roll over, planting a hand between her shoulders. “You’ve been toying with me.”

She turned her head to speak, her ability to be coherent nearly impossible. Jesus, she’d outdone herself. Who knew that her jewelry supplies held such possibilities? “You liked it.”

A spank landed on her buttock, close to her pussy, and she shrieked at the resulting jostling. He did it again, the bastard, just to hear her cry out again. “I’m buying these. I want more. Beads in every color and size.” Another spank, even closer to her pussy. He grabbed her ankle and arranged her legs so she was more accessible. “Make you wear them all day, you fucking tease.” The next slap landed on her pussy.

All she could do was squeal her appreciation for that plan.

Wyatt turned her over, his six feet of muscle looming in the darkness, the curtained-off room the perfect cocoon of debauchery. She could only lie there and twitch from the aftershocks.

He placed his hand on her lower belly. “Let’s make sure they’re all there. I want my money’s worth. Three, right?” His other hand dipped between her legs, unerringly finding her slit. With his thumb and forefinger, he grasped the end of the chain, and tugged. “One.”

She grasped the sheets in tight fists. “Oh, oh, oh.”

“Don’t come,” he reminded her, more in control of his body now that he could control hers.

His directive was ridiculous and impossible. She shook her head, frantic, but he ignored her to slip his long finger into her, alongside the hardness of the chain. He found the second bead and prodded at it, rubbing it against her too-sensitive inner walls. “Two.”

Her pussy clenched on the bead as he eased it free. She was making animal-like sounds, her legs splayed wide open, but she couldn’t care less how she appeared.

She panted, staring up at the ceiling but seeing nothing. “Please.”

“Not yet. One more, I think. I want to make sure I get all three. You’ve modeled them so nicely.”

Her back arched as he pulled the last bead out. “Three,” he said softly. Ever so slowly, he dragged the string up her mound to rest over her swollen clitoris. “Now.” He pressed and rubbed.

She cried out in relief and pleasure. Her muscles tightened and released as the orgasm exploded through her whole body.

Tatiana may have blacked out—she wasn’t sure. When she was alert again, she found Wyatt standing by the bed in between her splayed legs, ripping open a condom.

She didn’t need to hesitate or think about her words. This moment felt right. “My birth control is effective now. So if you want…” She stopped speaking when the condom went sailing through the air. Okay then.

Grasping her by the waist, Wyatt shoved her up farther on the bed. “If I want?” he muttered. “Hell. Yes. I fucking want. I’ve been counting down the minutes since we went to go get those blood tests.”

It had been a sterile and practical step, but that afternoon at the lab had been one of the more romantic moments of Tatiana’s life.

His throat worked as he climbed on top of her. She pressed her hands over his shoulders, amazed to find him shaking. “You waited ’til now to tell me this?” He fitted himself to the entrance of her pussy, and pushed. There was a tug of resistance, a little stretch as he forged inside. He didn’t give her time to wait, simply surged in, filling the space that always yearned for him.

They both stopped and groaned. “I wanted the time to be perfect,” she managed.

“Perfect.” His hands fisted on either side of her head. “God, I love fucking you bare. Do you like it?”

A nod.

“Say it.”

“I love it when you fuck me bare.”

“And do you want me to fill you with my come?”

He pulled out and slammed back in, not at all careful of her smaller size. The best way to fuck.

She gave a strangled cry. “I want you to fill me with your come.”

“Fuck, yeah. I’ll fill you right up.”

“Yes.” She scratched her nails down his back, harder when he purred and leaned in to her touch, hard enough to draw blood.

“Love it. Love it when you claw me.”

He was close, she could tell by the drunken pleasure on his face and the way his hips sped up, the uncoordinated motions growing jerkier and more haphazard. She gave him some resistance, pushing against him, and sure enough, that only made him more wild. He snarled and grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head as he rutted on her body.

That first orgasm had rung her out, so she hadn’t planned on another. But the intense look he wore, the feel of his hot, thick, naked cock inside her—it was too much. She came on him, and it spurred him into climaxing. One thrust, a second, and he held himself still, so deep inside her it triggered a delicious sort of pain.

He collapsed on top of her, their sweat mingling together. Below, their fluids mixed together in a different way. Unexpected tears stung her eyes.

It took him barely a second to register her tears, and despite what was his certain exhaustion, he drew up on his elbows to kiss them away. “You okay?”

She sniffed. “Nostalgia. We haven’t been together like this since…”

“I know.” He rested his forehead against hers and smiled. “I like it.”

“I bet you do.”

“Not because I don’t have to wear a condom. I never minded wearing one. I’d rather be careful than fuck a woman without.” He kissed her lips, the meeting slow and soft and restful. “Because it’s you I’m not wearing one with. That’s… It means something. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

He searched her gaze. “No more tears.”

The order was autocratic and arrogant. But since the underlying tenderness was more than apparent, Tatiana let it go. “Okay.”

He gave a satisfied smile and kissed her forehead. “Now.” He stretched over her head and brought his hand back to show her the string of beads he held. “I love this new line of yours. Let’s talk about a price. I’ll warn you, don’t think you can cheat me. I’m well aware of where these have been.”

Chapter Twelve

“I hate it when you leave the toilet seat up.”

“That’s not a legitimate gripe. Every woman hates that.”

“I don’t care what every woman hates. I care what I hate.”

Wyatt dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Fine, fine.”

Tatiana hid her smile and snuggled closer, his chest the perfect pillow for her head. The curtains were still closed, but weak sunlight was peeking through the cracks. “Airing grievances is fun.”

“You know, Esme said fighting could be fun, and I laughed at her.” His hand stroked over her arm.

“What do you think now?”

“I think I’m in a good mood, so maybe it’s got something going for it. And you make everything fun.”

They lay in companionable silence. Sleep hadn’t been something they’d done much of during the night, but Tatiana felt recharged and refreshed. Between bouts of sex, they’d talked. Some of it silly, some of it serious.

All of it made her optimistic for the future. Optimistic and horny. Because apparently, hopefulness was some sort of weird aphrodisiac for her.

“Tatiana.” Wyatt’s voice was hushed.

“Yes?”

He hesitated. “I didn’t like being surprised by your parents.”

She stirred, ready to apologize anew, but he shushed her. “Let me finish. I didn’t like it, but I get why you did it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I actually realized yesterday that I was a massive dick.”

She craned her neck up so she could see him. “You aren’t a dick.”

“I am. I would have told you this last night, but you were lying there and then we talked and then the beads.” He shrugged, as if this sentence made sense.

It did. “Yes. I know. Always the beads.”

His face remained serious. “I hate that I make you feel so defensive about your family.”

“I love them.”

“I know. And I’m happy you have them. I’m happy they love you.”

Tatiana rubbed his belly, the crisp hairs tickling her fingers. “I’m not asking you to adore them. But it would be nice if you wouldn’t avoid them like the plague. Or wince when I talk about them. Or act like seeing them is some ordeal that you have to suffer through. It’s getting hard to keep my world with you and my world with them separate.”

“Yes. We’re together too much now.”

“My mom already apologized.” She grimaced. “I can’t speak for my dad. But take some heart in knowing that he’s been a jerk to every guy I’ve ever dated.”

“I don’t blame him. You’re too special not to be protected.”

She tightened her arm around him, eager to get things off her chest now that he’d brought the topic up. “You don’t have to be defensive or protective of me around them. You should all be on the same side—mine. If they say something out of line, trust me to stand up for myself. They’ll get over being annoyed at me, but it’s harder to forgive an outsider who suddenly comes in and tells them they’re doing it wrong.”

His lashes dipped. “Fair enough. I promise I’ll make more of an effort.”

He sounded so grimly determined, Tatiana had to smile. “It doesn’t have to be right this second.”

“No. No, but maybe we should…invite them to brunch.”

Aw. Wyatt didn’t even sound like he was gargling that much glass at the concept of breaking bread with her dad. She paused, hating to ruin the moment. “They’re actually busy today. Ron is dragging out his barbecue grill in their honor.”

He exhaled. There was a weighty moment of silence before he spoke. “Okay. I guess we’re going to a barbecue, huh?”

She hadn’t expected that. “No. Maybe it’s too soon…”

“Tatiana, come on. I’m not some child. Let’s get this over—” He stopped. “Sorry. Rephrase. Let me show you I can be better.”

His words held only sincerity. How could she resist? Her smile came from the depths of her soul. “Okay.”

“What time does this thing start?”

Tatiana sighed, already missing the warmth of the bed. “If I tell you, you’re going to whine about how we’re already late.”

He slapped her on her behind. “Then get up.”

Tatiana took a second to deliver a tight hug. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Do you want to appreciate it with me naked?”

She considered that. “That’ll make us late.”

“Then maybe not right now. Go get dressed so I can try to charm the pants off your family.” He cringed. “Never mind. I still have to forget that I’ve heard your mother’s name and toplessness in the same sentence.”

She chuckled and clambered out of the bed, headed for the bathroom.

“I expect tons of appreciation after we get home,” he called out.

They arrived before her parents did. Wyatt parked his relatively humble Mercedes behind her brother’s car. Tatiana hadn’t been surprised that he’d driven them, instead of enlisting Sal. A chauffeur would only make him stand out in her family.

She laid her hand on his thigh when he would have moved to exit. He wore jeans and a soft, faded shirt that may have once been blue but was now a shade of grey. She’d seen him in casual clothes before, but usually when he was visiting her. Here, he was too careful of his image to fully relax in something the old Wyatt would have easily worn. “It’ll be okay. Really, be yourself.”