Spin It Again (5 page)

Splaying a hand on her buttocks and sliding the other toward the dip between them, he slid a roaming finger into her ass while he kept on sucking her.

She cried out at the sudden invasion, her eyes jerking wide open as she stared blindly up at the ceiling. “Oh God!” she breathed. His finger sank deep into her ass just as she felt his teeth lightly pull at her clit. She yelped both in pain and pleasure.

“David,” she gasped in desperation.

He pulled back, his chest heaving as he slowly rose to his complete height. He gazed down at her, a muscle clenching in his jaw, his eyes dark and hard and unholy.

“Now I want to know who’s fucked you. And I want names.”

When he saw how she shivered under his stare, it took all his effort to hold back the sudden impulse to kiss her, to hold her and comfort her. He wouldn’t be tender—

frankly, he couldn’ t—not when he was furious, not when he was mad-crazy jealous. Not before she told him if that damned bastard had buried himself inside her.

She was his. His Evie, sitting there breathless and shivering on the sofa, her porcelain white skin glowing with sweat. Her lips were moist and swollen and her eyes shone with lust—lust for David and no one else. But David had to know—he couldn’t stand thinking someone had touched her, jacked her. Not while he’d been waiting for her forgiveness, drunk and desperate and screwing every cunt in the city just to make sure he wasn’t dead.

Evie took her precious time replying and David was sure it was on purpose. She was torturing him, punishing him for what he’d done to her.

“No one,” she finally said, shaking her head, locks of dark black hair falling over her shoulders.

“Bullshit!” He clenched his fists at his sides. “You were almost screwing a guy right before my eyes last night.”

She straightened her spine, her face heating to a bright red as she lifted her chin up haughtily. “So it’s okay for you to fuck two women while we were engaged but I can’t fuck anyone now that you’re nothing to me, is that it, David?” Damn her. Those women meant nothing to him, how many fucking times did he need to tell her? He fucked up! He sank his hands into her hair and rubbed his fingers against her scalp. “You’re mine,” he gritted out. “Don’t you ever forget that, Evie. Ever.”

“I’m nothing to you,” she spat back, a burning spark igniting her eyes. “If I’d meant so much to you you’d never have done this to me!”

A low, sick sound tore from his chest when he grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. He crushed his lips to hers and kissed her hard—hard and savage. He poured every beating of his heart, every aching inch of his hot, sweaty body into that kiss, even though he was mad fucking jealous and wanted— needed—to know who had dared touch her while he’d been dreaming, suffering, begging for her forgiveness.

His kiss should tell her, once and for all, that he loved her more than anything in this world. And he was not giving her up. Not to some asshole, not to anyone. He’d barely been able to keep on living knowing how much he’d hurt her, and he’d barely been able to cope with the sheer desperation he felt in not knowing what the hell he could do to turn things back to the way they were.

“Tell me,” he demanded when he pulled away. “Did he fuck you?” She merely stared at him, her eyes sparkling with rebellion, and when she pursed her lips David began to shake with a hot, blinding rage as he realized she didn’t plan to tell him.

“You little slut.” Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he ignored her soft little whimpers as he arranged her body over the sofa until her arms draped over the back and her ass was in the air, completely exposed to him. Possessively, he spread a hand over her bare rump and scraped his thumb over the sensitive, lustrous white skin.

“You won’t be kissing anyone again, you won’t be touching anyone again and you certainly won’t be fucking anyone again except me, you got that, Evie?” he said, slapping one buttock harshly. She jerked from the impact, her answer only a soft, painful yelp.

“Answer me.”

She was silent, deathly still. Furious, he slid the tip of his cock down her buttocks, between the generous mounds of her flesh. “Answer me.” He could hear her fast, loud breathing, could feel her wetness seeping like cream from her pussy, but still no answer.

“Answer me, Evie!”

“Yes.”

His heart expanded in his chest at that word, only a whisper but enough to make him shake with the aching sweetness of victory. Roughly, he cupped her waist and readied himself behind her. “You’re mine, Evie. Your heart. Your soul. Your body. Your pussy. Your ass. It’s all mine.”

He groaned when the tip of his cock found her entrance, slick and open for him, and with one swift thrust he rammed inside. They both cried out, their cries harsh and deep and animal and reverberating in the room so loudly that more than one neighbor must have paused to listen.

Let them hear. Let them all hear.

He began to move inside her, his eyes settling on the white, sweaty skin of her back and the rising little points of her spine. His thrusts weren’t lazy or meant to please her.

They were meant to let her know he was a man she shouldn’t underestimate, meant to let her know she was his. No one would touch her while David still lived.

Yet as he sank himself balls-deep inside her, he painfully realized it wasn’t enough.

Demanding she be his, brutally claiming her body, was not enough. There was something he needed, something he couldn’t demand she give him, something she had to give to him freely and honestly and completely.

He slowed his rhythm and bent forward, his chest pressing against her back and his face framed by the crook of her neck.

“Evie,” he whispered hotly, brokenly, not wanting this anger anymore, wanting love, only love. And forgiveness. “Baby, I love you,” he whispered, planting a hot, wet kiss on her ear. “I don’t want to hurt us any more…” She shivered beneath him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, the move making his cock slide just a bit farther inside her. That sensual movement proved to be excruciatingly painful to him and he felt a stinging, burning sensation in the pit of his being.

“Baby,” he whispered hoarsely. “Please…please find it in your heart to forgive me.

Maybe if you forgive me, I’ll be able to forgive myself…” Her cunt clenched around his cock as he spoke, as if his words affected every muscle in her tender, pliant body. Deathly still, he waited for her answer, his dick buried deep inside her, pulsing, throbbing. Her sex muscles instinctively quivered and massaged his cock, tightening and pulling him in.

She turned her face to look at him and he saw the tears shining in her eyes, on the verge of spilling. “You said you’d never hurt me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You said you’d always love me.”

“I do. Baby, I do—I love you more than anything.”

“You made me want to die!”

Gently, he brushed his chin against the curve of her shoulder then kissed it softly, with a tenderness exclusive to that which was most precious to him. “I swear I’d kill myself before I hurt you again.”

She made a little sound of pain in her throat and he tightened his hold around her waist. “I’ve been in hell without you,” he breathed, nudging the tip of her nose with his.

“I need you. God…I need you so badly.”

Her lips trembled when she lifted her deep, shimmering blue gaze to his. One lone tear spilled down her cheek. “I love you so much, David.” His cock tingled inside her and David knew he wanted to come. At those mere words, he felt his balls constrict and his penis tremble as every muscle in his body stiffened and he was thrust dangerously close to that high point of release. “God, I needed to hear that,” he whispered then locked his lips to hers, gently rocking his hips.

He tried to kiss her slowly but he was burning for her, and within seconds the thrusts of his tongue became deep and possessive in her mouth.

Withdrawing his cock, he thrust it briskly back inside her, every muscle straining with effort as he held back his orgasm. He hadn’t touched her in over a year and he was so pained his balls were drawn tightly against him. When she made a little sound of pleasure he quickened his pace and found himself sinking his teeth into the flesh of her neck, shuddering at the high, keening sound of her pleasure.

Cupping her breasts, he hauled her back with him as he straightened his spine, her back flattened against his chest as he continued to move inside her. Scraping the pad of his thumb over a rigid nipple, he slid his other hand up her neck, to her jaw. Holding her firmly, he twisted her face so he could kiss her once more. Her lips were soft and moist against his. Drugged by the chocolaty taste of her, he groaned against her lips and drank the sweetness from her mouth. She was his medicine, seeping into his insides until he felt that burning hate easing, soothing, shifting into nothing but love. Desire.

Desperate, he shoved his cock into her body, needing to spill inside her now.

Her face haunted him and suddenly he had to look into those magnificent, electrifying blue eyes. He withdrew from her body, grasped her shoulders and smoothly flipped her back onto the length of the sofa. She was motionless, breathing hard and fast as he placed her legs on either side of his head and positioned himself above her, the back of her knees curving over his shoulders.

Their gazes held, hers brilliant, his dark and pained. In one swift motion he thrust inside her, fully, deeply, completely. She bit her lower lip, whimpering softly, then clutched his hair and pulled him down for her kiss.

She kissed him like she’d die if she didn’t, and he welcomed her lips and their generous offering, taking what was given and then some. His teeth gnawed at the tender flesh of her bottom lip, pulling it roughly even as he sped up his thrusts and began to really fuck her, hard and fast.

Within seconds she cried out, her words muffled by his lips, and then he lifted his head and watched the expression on her face as he pummeled inside her. Only when he saw her features tighten and her eyes go blind as she stared up at him, only when he felt her fingers on his head sink viciously into his scalp, did he let loose, let his muscles go and his own orgasm come.

It rocked him completely, every cell in his body shuddering, trembling, exploding along with hers, until he fell limp on top of her.

For a long, breathless moment they lay there, their sweaty bodies entangled.

Realizing he was crushing her, David shifted onto his side and dragged her with him until she’d settled comfortably in his arms. Almost in awe, he looked down at her in his arms again. He could hardly keep himself from leaping with joy—but being here with her was infinitely better. She’d snuggled her face against the crook of his neck and her eyelashes rested over her cheekbones as she sighed contentedly.

“Was that good for you, baby?” he whispered softly, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Hmm,” she said in a catlike purr. Then she opened her eyes and regarded him closely. There was a mischievous glint in her gaze when she said, “Let’s do that again.” He laughed, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated in his chest then kissed her softly on the lips. “I aim to please.”

“In fact, I have a better idea,” she suddenly said, twisting her body to rise, making him groan in protest. She came back wiggling the red spin devil in the air, and he immediately glowered at it.

“Not that thing again.”

She smiled, looking puzzled. “Why not? I think it’s cute.”

“Yeah, well…I don’t trust it.”

“It’s just a little toy,” she said as she pushed a few books to one side of the coffee table so she could set it in the center. Eyeing him in amusement, she arched her brows in a bad imitation of him a while ago and said, “Pitchfork, I get my ring back. Tail, I get my ring back.” And then she twirled it.

David laughed when the pitchfork ended up pointing at the bedroom door and the tail toward the opposite wall. Evie’s look of disappointment was very apparent—

making his heart swell. God, how could he ever live without her? “I told you, that little shit is vicious,” he said, rising and hugging her tightly. “You’re not getting that ring back, Evie. I’m getting you a new one. This time you can choose it yourself, any ring you want.”

“Oh no, you’re not. That’s not even romantic,” she said, shaking her head, her gorgeous locks of black hair flying everywhere.

“If you want romance, I’ll give you romance— right now, in the bedroom.” He was dead serious. He wanted her again…and he had proof of it if only she’d look down.

She bit back a smile and framed his face with her hands. “If that’s your best offer then I guess I’ll have to take it.”

He bent and kissed her, their lips fusing together gently, lovingly. He’d ached to taste these lips for months and now he couldn’t get enough. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too.” Her lips curved against his mouth before she pulled away and clamped her hands on her waist. “Then what am I supposed to do with this little friend of yours?” she asked, turning to stare at the intrusive object.

“Pack it up in a box and FedEx it back to Florida. I’m sure Jason would love to have it as a houseguest.”

She thought about it for a moment then smiled in agreement. “Just let him know it’s coming or he’ll probably have no idea what the thing is.” David hugged Evie from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder, his eyes on the devil, his heart in Evie’s hands. “Oh believe me, he’ll know. He’ll recognize the spin devil.”

Sending a deadly look its way, he added, “Bon voyage, you stupid little shit.” The End

About the Author

A lifelong reader of romance and erotica, Red Garnier is a lover of love, sex, and laughter. Formerly a full-time diamond expert, now her expertise lies solely in the heart and imagination, spending her days and nights grappling with chauvinistic heroes and sassy, sexy heroines.

Red enjoys reading almost as much as writing, and as a sensitive Pisces, cries wholeheartedly at the merest, silliest things. Not that she’s a crybaby, but hey, she’s female and warmhearted, and she does get to put up with insensitive machos and stubborn females every day—which is plenty enough to make her cry and maybe…laugh her head off.