Secret Weapon (20 page)

“Are you kidding? I love it.”

She laughed and licked down his shaft, then over his shaven balls. She laved them again and again, then took one in her mouth.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Your friend”—Sloan sucked in a breath as she squeezed his sack in her mouth—“is persistent.”

Damn. Liam must have slipped in when another tenant came in.

She drew back her face, but kept stroking his cock. “You want me to answer it?”

God, please say “no.”

“No way.”

A knock sounded again. She swallowed Sloan and sucked earnestly. Sloan leaned against the wall, his hand stroking her head. His breathing accelerated.

She fondled his balls as she moved up and down on his cock. He groaned and stiffened. She squeezed his cock in her mouth, then dove down deep, taking most of him inside.

He groaned again, and hot liquid filled her throat. She wrapped her hand around his tight butt and squeezed as she swallowed.

Once he was finished, she released him and he grabbed her and dragged her to her feet. Then he spun her around and pressed her against the wall, almost tripping on the jeans around his ankles. His lips pressed hard against hers and his tongue drove into her and swirled inside until he left her breathless. He fished in his denim jacket pocket.

“You are a very bad girl, making our dinner get cold.”

She felt cold metal against her wrist and heard the sound of a metal cuff snapping closed. He took her other hand and dragged her down the hall, then into her bedroom. He sat her on the bed, flattened a hand on her chest and pressed her onto her back, then slid her to the middle of the bed. Finally he hooked the chain of the handcuffs around a bar of her headboard and clasped the other bracelet around her free wrist.

She lay there, blinking at him, her heart thundering in her chest. It had happened fast. A moment ago, she’d been standing in the entrance sucking his cock, now she was flat on her back, handcuffed.

And she had on too many damned clothes.

Sloan stripped off his jacket and shirt, then tossed his boxers aside. Totally naked, he climbed onto the bed and knelt over her, a knee on either side of her thighs. He stroked down the front of her T-shirt and over her hips. His hands glided over her stomach, then down her crotch. Damn, the jeans she wore were in the way. But his fingers glided over her crotch back and forth. Driving her wild.

He chuckled, then slid his hands up again, this time underneath her T-shirt, and cupped her breasts. The nipples rose shamelessly, peaking into his palms. He rolled her T-shirt up, then reached under her and unclasped her bra. His hands slid under the cups and he teased her sensitive nipples until she cried out in pleasure. He pushed the bra up out of the way.

“You have the most beautiful breasts.” He gazed at them in awe, then leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth.

He teased the tip with his tongue, then sucked. She arched forward and gasped. While still sucking on her, he slid his other hand down her belly, then unfastened her jeans button and zipper. His hand stole into her jeans, then under her panties, and he stroked her damp slit.

“Oh, yes.”

His finger slipped inside her. He switched to her other nipple and tortured that one with his tongue, then sucked. Intense sensations sparked through her. She arched her hips against his hand, driving his finger deeper. His finger slipped from inside her and he drew back, then tugged her jeans down her hips. He tossed them aside and stripped off her panties.

As he gazed at her folds, she glanced down to his swollen cock. God, she wanted that monster driving inside her.

“Mr. Policeman, are you going to drive that big nightstick of yours into me?”

He wrapped his hand around his enormous cock. “You mean this?”

She nodded, her eyes wide.

He stroked it, then tapped the hot, hard flesh against her belly.

“It sounds like you’d like me to.”

“Oh, no, I don’t want to be pounded with your big … stick.”

He chuckled. “That’s good. Because it wouldn’t be a punishment then, would it?”

To her surprise, he grabbed her hip and turned her onto her side, then slid in behind her. His hard cock brushed against her ass, then she felt the length of the shaft press between her cheeks. His arm came around her and he stroked her breasts, back and forth with one hand, teasing the tight buds until they wanted to burst. Then his cock glided down, and he pushed it between her legs. His cockhead nudged her slick slit and the head pushed into her. Suddenly, he thrust inside and she gasped in pleasure.

His huge cock so deep inside her, plunging in so suddenly, sent stars flashing through her head. He held her tight against his body, one hand cupping her breast, the other flat on her stomach.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” he murmured against her ear.

“Oh, yes … I mean … no.”

He chuckled again. His finger found her clit and he toyed with it, sending jolting sparks of pleasure through her as he drew his long cock down her passage. Then he thrust back inside. She gasped again. His finger teased her sensitive bud as he pulled back and thrust forward again.

God, she was close.

Her breathing accelerated as he thrust again and again until she could hardly catch her breath. He rammed inside her, filling her with his thick, hard shaft. Harder. Filling her impossibly full each time.

She gasped as pleasure burst through her, then wailed as she catapulted to a joyous orgasm, waves of ecstasy washing over her.

Sloan groaned and erupted inside her.

She squeezed and moaned as her orgasm went on and on.

Finally, she slumped back against his solid chest.

He kissed the back of her neck.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked.

“Mmm.” She lolled her head against his muscular shoulder and gazed around at him. “I’m not sure.”

He drove deep into her and pleasure blasted through her again. He pumped a few more times, teasing her clit at the same time, sending her trembling into another orgasm.

She caught her breath and laughed giddily. “Well, maybe I have learned something.”

He laughed and stroked her breasts, then she felt his cock withdraw. He rolled her onto her back and prowled over her, then kissed her. Sweet and passionate. Her heart swelled and she melted into the kiss. When he released her mouth, she gazed up at him … and saw love in his eyes. Pure, unadulterated love.

Oh, God, what have I done?

Seventeen

Sloan watched Janine’s expression grow guarded as he gazed down at her. What had happened to throw up her barriers?

“Sloan, what are we doing?” Janine asked.

He kissed her shoulder and rolled onto his side. “Well, I think we’re basking in afterglow.”

“I mean this. You and me. We want different things from a relationship.”

Damn, he didn’t like the sound of this.

“All I want is you.”

“No, you don’t. You want a woman who will be true to you. Who wants to be with you alone.”

He sat up. “What’s wrong with that?”

“That’s not me, that’s what.”

“It could be if you’d give it a chance.”

She waved her finger at him. “That’s the problem right there. You believe I just have to fall in love with you and I’ll give up my wanton ways to be with you.”

“I didn’t say your ways were wanton.”

“No, but you have been hoping I’ll fall madly in love with you and want to be with you exclusively. Admit it.”

He crossed his legs and gazed down at her. “Okay, I really do believe you have feelings for me. That if you’d just let yourself, you’d fall in love with me.”

She pushed herself up on one elbow and stared at him with earnest blue eyes. “That’s the thing. I am in love with you.”

He stared at her and blinked.

“You’re in love with me?” His heart wanted to soar, but caution gripped him.

“I’ve known I loved you since that first kiss years ago,” she continued. “But I knew it wouldn’t work then and I know it won’t work now.”

“But …
why not
?”

“Face it, Sloan. We want different things. But mostly, you want me to change, and I can’t change for you. Neither of us would ever be happy.”

“Try me.”

“Sloan, we need to end this now, before either of us gets hurt.”

When he gazed into her eyes, he saw the pain there and realized he wasn’t the only one fighting for what he wanted. She wanted him, too, but she couldn’t give up herself to have him.

His chest compressed. And he shouldn’t expect her to.

Damn it, what the hell was wrong with him? She had to be who she was, not who he wanted her to be, otherwise she could never be truly happy. And neither would he.

“Okay, you’re right. I have been hoping you’d choose to give up seeing other guys and just be with me. I love you. What else could you expect? But I understand that you need to be who you are. I respect that.”

He took her hand. “Give me another chance to prove that I do accept you for who you are … and I’ll give you all the space you need.”

*   *   *

Janine wasn’t quite sure what to expect when she walked down the steps to the dungeon area of the cabin they’d rented for this weekend fantasy. A dungeon-and-breakfast. She’d never heard of such a thing before. Sloan certainly was getting good at being a little kinky.

Sloan had told her she’d be serving in a bar, but he hadn’t explained how she’d be serving. Was she to be a barmaid? A love slave? A stripper doing lap dances?

At the bottom of the steps she found a hallway. In front of her was a door with a sheet of white paper taped to it. The word
BAR
was written in bold black letters. She opened the door, then stepped into a softly lit room with two round tables like you’d find in a café, a bar at the end, a stripper pole in the center and … four cops in uniform. Her knees felt weak as she glanced around at Jonas, Derek, Liam and Sloan in full uniform, hats and all, sitting at the two tables talking.

“Ah, there’s our waitress,” Sloan said, and all the men turned to stare at her.

“Waitress, bring us beers all around,” Jonas said.

She smiled. “Of course.”

She walked to the bar and opened the small fridge under the counter. All she could find were cans of root beer. She pulled out four cans and placed them on the counter. Next to an insulated bucket were four tall glasses on a round brown tray. She filled each glass with ice, then opened each can and poured it into a glass to the sound of cracking ice and fizz.

She carried the tray to one of the tables and raised an eyebrow. “Root beer?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Liam said. “We’re on duty.”

“I see.” She set a glass in front of each of them.

Sloan tossed a couple of bills on the tray, with a slip of white paper between them. She took the bills, pretending not to notice the paper, and slid them into her neckline, then stowed them in her bra cup. When she returned to the bar to set down the tray, she pulled out the note.

Go to the staff room.

She glanced across the room and noticed a white piece of paper taped to a door with the words
STAFF ONLY
written on it. She crossed to the door and stepped inside. A large bed with a big wooden headboard dominated the room. Around the room were various pieces of equipment. A St. Andrew’s cross stood in the corner, chains near the ends of the X for attaching wrists and ankles. On the other side of the room was a spanking bench with padded knee and chest rests. There was even a suspension hook on the ceiling and an array of floggers, whips, and crops along one wall.

On the bed was a note and a small overnight bag. She walked to the bed and read the note.

Put on the outfit in the bag, then return to the bar.

She unzipped the case. On top lay a short leather jacket and a pair of thigh-high, spike-heeled boots. She picked up the boots and set them on the bed, then the jacket. Underneath, she found a short black leather skirt with a silver zipper down the front edged with silver studs, and a sexy bra and thong in black lace with red lining. She slipped off her clothes and put on the bra and thong and glanced at herself in the mirror. The thong was basically a three-inch-wide lace band around her hips with a tiny bit of fabric covering her crotch. She put on the short skirt, then sat down and pulled on one of the boots and tugged the zipper tag to the top at mid-thigh, an inch below the hem of the skirt. She pulled on the other boot and zipped it up, then stood, grabbing the jacket and tugging it on. She gazed in the mirror, turning from side to side. Anticipation quivered through her as she thought of returning to the room with the four uniformed men.

She zipped up the jacket just enough to cover the bra, then walked to the door.

She opened it and walked across the room, then stood behind the bar. None of the men even glanced in her direction. They just talked and drank their root beers.

A moment later, the lights dimmed and an overhead light turned on, casting light on the pole. Then music began to play. One of the men must have started it with a remote control. The lights, too.

It was deep, jazzy strip music. Obviously, her cue.

She sauntered to the pole and smiled at the men. They watched her, keeping their expressions serious. She swayed her body to the music and unzipped her jacket slowly, then lowered the jacket over one shoulder then the other. Then she drew open the jacket to reveal her sexy bra. Leaving the jacket draped low on her shoulders, she unfastened the zipper down the front of her skirt and tossed it aside. She turned around and swayed her behind back and forth. When she turned around again, all four pairs of eyes stared at her with tremendous heat, despite the men’s carefully maintained, reserved expressions.

She smiled and allowed her jacket to drop off one arm, then the other, and she kicked it away. Grabbing the pole, she spun around, then stopped behind it, facing them. She arched toward the pole and stroked it lovingly, giving them an idea what she’d love to do to their swelling poles right now. Her lips met the cold, hard metal and she wrapped her hands around it and kissed it, then ran her tongue along it.