Shield's Submissive (5 page)

“No… I just didn’t know you could. Can I drive it?”

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Trina Lane

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Unable to deny the enthusiastically boyish look on his face, Erica gave in. She threw him the keys. “Come on. We can spin around the block a few times.”

He caught the keys and practically jumped in the car. With a wicked look in his eyes, he took off down the street, smoothly sliding through the gears like a professional driver. Erica loved driving the car but found there was defiantly something to be said for riding alongside someone obviously confident in his skills. She relaxed into the seat and let the rumble of the engine and feel of the tires caressing the road move through her body. Looking over at him, she gave him a little wink.

“You know exactly how to handle her. Do you have a secret muscle car fetish as well?”

The smile on his face gave away the fact that he was thrilled at the feel of the performance car beneath him.

Mark laughed. “I grew up surrounded by posters of these cars. My brothers and I were always tinkering with one engine or another in the garage and trying to get the tuning perfect for the next weekend at the drag strip. Man, they would be in absolute heaven if they were sitting where I am right now.”

* * * *

Mark pulled back into the driveway and raised the door on the garage with the remote on the key fob in his pocket. Guiding the car into the spot beside his own vehicle, he turned off the engine and released a pent-up breath. She looked over at the driver seat as he reached up to circle his hand around her neck bringing their lips together for a long tight kiss. The closed-mouthed kiss was no less erotic or compelling than others they’d shared. She thought she could taste the words of thanks for the trust and the experience of driving her baby.

* * * *

He navigated his way through Denver to Highway thirty-six leading to Boulder. Erica had her eyes closed and was relaxed with her head leaned back against the seat. He hadn’t meant to fluster her in the kitchen with his comment about not letting her go, but his mind had already accepted that he harboured fantasies of them sharing more than a weekend of setting the sheets on fire.

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The drive to Estes Park took about an hour and half. As the scenery passed, the peaceful silence was unbroken with inane chatter. He reached for her hand as they steadily climbed up into mountains.

Finally, he pulled up the steep drive that led to his cabin. ‘Cabin’ was an understatement for the dwelling in front of them. True, it was made of wood, but the front side was a wall of windows facing the majestic peaks within Rocky Mountain National Park.

A deck reached around the entire expanse, and the land surrounding it rolled in gentle swells.

“Wow… This is your place?”

Mark glanced over at her. “It’s my family’s place. We all come up here occasionally, but right now, my parents are in Scotland and my brothers both have jobs and families that keep them busy.”

Getting out of the car, they grabbed the bags of food and clothing. It took a second for him to balance his bags and get the door unlocked. Standing on the deck as the brisk mountain air blew across the hilltop, Erica shivered. He saw her shake in his peripheral vision.

“Come on inside. I’ve got just the thing to warm you up.”

He chuckled as her gaze darkened, and she licked her lips. “That too, but I was thinking more along the lines of starting a fire and cooking a nice hot meal.”

They carried the groceries inside, and he went out to collect a supply of firewood from under the deck. The next order of things was to get dinner started. He dug out the pans and set the oven to pre-heat. It wasn’t long before the delicious aromas of chicken parmesan filled the air of the great room. He looked up as Erica kneeled down in front of the fireplace, striking a match to the tinder. She stared into the large stone opening, watching the flickering flames. The burning fragrance from the evergreen filled the space, and he inhaled deeply.

The light and shadows of the flames danced across Erica face. She looked incredibly beautiful.

What is she thinking about?

He thought he detected a slight blush on her cheeks, but maybe that was a trick of the light.

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Could she be reliving our times spent together so far? Is she fantasising about how it will feel
when we finally make love
?

The thought of Erica fantasising about how it would feel to have his cock slide deep into her hot pussy or imaging taking him deep into her throat instantly made his head swim, and his jeans grew even tighter than they had already been. He’d been hard for the last ten miles of their trip. As they’d gotten nearer to the cabin, he’d felt his blood pumping furiously down to his cock as his anticipation had grown. At this point, he would have the outline of the buttons on his jeans permanently imbedded in the skin.

He was so caught up in his thoughts and watching her that he burned his finger on the hot pan of sauce simmering on the stove. Cursing at his own distractibility, he went over to the sink to run cool water over the slight abrasion.

Turning his head over his shoulder, he called out, “Why don’t you carry your bag up to the room and get settled? Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes.”

“Where would you like me to put my things?”

“The second bedroom to the right of the stairs.”

Walking upstairs, Erica pushed open the door to the second room to find a large master suite. It was spacious and had French doors leading onto an upper level balcony. The bed was a massive cherry-wood four-poster with cubed posts, transverse beams and a stretched white canopy with streamers running down the length of the posts. An overstuffed chaise lounge sat beside a second stone fireplace. This one appeared to be gas fuelled. A large three-door wardrobe that matched the bed stood against one wall. Looking to her left, she saw two doorways. One opened into a huge walk-in closet her whole bathroom would have fit into, and the other led to the master bath. The slate-tiled floor in the bathroom was offset by the warm honey-beige walls. The room came complete with a multi-jet steam shower, a Jacuzzi tub big enough for three, and pedestal sinks.

Feeling certain Mark had made a mistake as to which room she was assigned, she placed her bag inside the door but did not unpack.

As she walked back down the stairs, she caught his warm gaze as he stood at the bottom with a glass of wine for each of them.

“I thought we’d eat in front of the fire if it’s okay with you.”

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She accepted the glass graciously, letting the tips of their fingers linger. “Are you sure you told me the right room? It looks like the master suite.”

Placing a warm hand on the small of her back, he guided her to the sofa. He’d arranged plates on lap trays on the coffee table.

“It is the master suite. Unless my parents are here, we all use that room. Why do you question the choice? Don’t you like it? We can choose another one if you prefer.”

“Oh, no. It’s an incredible room. I was just surprised. I mean, I know we came here with every intention of sleeping together, but I didn’t know you actually wanted to sleep together.

Does that make any sense? I just thought this was a casual affair. A weekend away to explore whatever is happening between us.”

A concerned look crossed Mark’s face with her admission.

“Did you honestly think I’d invite you here, have sex with you then shoo you away to a guest room?”

Erica was a little chagrined. The tone of his voice said he was upset by her assumption.

She looked down at her tray then lifted her head pasting on a weak smile. “It sounds silly hearing you say it like that, but I’ve been rejected after sex more than once in my life. I just don’t want there to be any miscommunication between us.”

His eyes held the questions, but fortunately, they weren’t given a voice.

Wanting to divert the conversation, she said, “This dinner is fantastic. You really are talented in the kitchen.”

The flavours of the sauce and delicate balance between oregano and basil were complemented perfectly by the cool white wine. The entire meal was a seduction of the senses. Heat radiated off the fireplace, and she slowly grew hotter sitting in such close proximity to Mark’s powerful body. He watched her intently. The flames of the fire reflected his arresting green eyes. Under his close scrutiny, Erica’s hand shook, so she put her wine glass down and set aside her tray. Mark did the same and, taking hold of her hand, closed the distance between them. Stretching one leg out on the sofa and bending the other to the floor, he settled her in tight between his legs. The position forced her chest against his. He placed his hand on the back of her head, urging her to relax into the crook of his neck.

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Leaning back against the sofa with Erica in his arms was nice. Her soft breath fluttered against his skin, and he stifled a groan of pleasure. He gently massaged her back, shoulders, and neck. She purred. The throaty sound vibrated down her body, and he felt it everywhere they touched. His cock pulsed harder, and he felt a small bit of fluid escape from the tight crest. He moved Erica’s hair away from her neck and, leaning down, dropped soft kisses along the length. When her head lifted and he found his lips only fractions away from hers, he didn’t resist the temptation to kiss her. One hand tangled in her heavy hair while the other reached down to pull her backside in to snuggle her groin closer to his. He arched his hips and ground their pelvises together, creating a burning friction that did everything but relieve any of the tension radiating though their bodies.

Her tongue tangled with his in a smooth rhythm. He lightly sucked it into his mouth as his licked and caressed hers. The combination of wine, food and a taste unique to Erica filled his mouth, making him drunk with need. He rotated their bodies so she was lying beneath him on the leather sofa. He released her lips to once again drag his down her neck, lightly scoring the delicate skin with his teeth before using his tongue to ease the slight ache.

“You drive me crazy. Every time I touch you, all I can think about is sinking my cock deep inside you, wanting to feel those muscles clench around me, and begging to feel the hot, wet suction as I thrust in and out.”

He reached down to the edge of her top and lifted the sweater over her head. His hand caressed down her side as he nuzzled the valley between her breasts. Opening the front closure to her bra, he drew the lace away and sucked in his breath at the beautiful sight. Her breasts were full and soft. He knew them to be natural as he lifted the weight in his hands.

Her nipples were a dark rose colour. They puckered and begged for his kiss. Leaning down, he covered them with his mouth, tasting her soft skin. Pulling back, he began to circle her large areolas with his tongue. Her nipples tightened even more. When he finally reached the centre, he nipped her, and a soft whimper reached his ears.

“Please, Mark…”

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“Please suck on them. I want to feel you latch onto me and pull hard. I need to feel your mouth surround me.”

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With a groan, he did just that. Pulling her breast deep into his mouth, he sucked and used his tongue to flick over the tight centre. Using the other hand, he caressed the opposite side.

“You taste like the most seductive candy—vanilla with a hint of caramel. I love the way you fill my hands and mouth. You’re full but soft…absolutely perfect.”

He continued to pull at her nipples, sometimes softly, then with harder suction. He heard Erica’s breathing get faster, felt her body tremble.

“Yes…just like that. Harder, Mark,” she hissed out.

All finesse was forgotten as he hungrily latched on, pulling her deeply into his mouth.

Suddenly, she cried out, stiffening in his arms as an orgasm ripped though her body. He continued to pull and massage as she rode out the quick but intense spasm. Stunned, he watched. He’d never had a woman come just by having her breasts sucked. Another burst of fluid escaped his cock as he thought of what would happen when he used a good pair of nipple clamps on her. He had to close his eyes and think of something unsexy to hold off his own orgasm.

When he got control of himself, he opened them to see hers glazed, open and filled with satisfaction, but still teeming with an unsatisfied hunger.

“Wow…I’ve read about that but didn’t think it was actually possible.” Her hands reached down to tug at his sweater. “Too many clothes. Get this off. I want to feel you against me.”

Mark sat back and yanked the sweater over his head. He’d taken off his boots and socks earlier and was left in just his jeans. He took a moment to let Erica feel his weight on top of her, giving a slight thrust of his hips as he held her waist. Not wanting to completely crush her, he moved to kneel on the floor. Reaching the button to her jeans, he released it, then opened the zipper. She lifted her hips to help him get them down her legs. Underneath, she wore bright red lace bikinis. Her dampness gathered at the centre, and he smelled the scent of her arousal. Looking along the length of the sofa, he realised that despite the width, there was no way they could achieve what he desired while lying on there.

He moved aside the coffee table and placed throw pillows and a soft blanket on the floor in front of the fire. Gathering Erica up into his arms, he moved her to the arranged bedding. The feel of her body completely beneath his was sensational. Her height aligned SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

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them just so, and her softly toned curves hugged his harder ridges perfectly. Bracing his weight on his elbows, he took her mouth in a possessive kiss that left him breathing hard and aching for more. He loved the feel of her tongue rubbing against his own. She kissed with such openness, holding nothing back in her desire. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, and that knowledge made his own arousal flame hotter. Mark broke the kiss and moved to pull her panties down her long legs.