Too Much: A Loveswept Contemporary Erotic Romance (All or Nothing) (18 page)

She almost choked on a sob but breathed through it. She was on fire. His touch and dialogue worked her desire, manipulating it to a crescendo.

“Keep your hands on the glass, sub,” he demanded in her ear.

She hadn’t even realized she’d dropped them and was reaching behind her. For him.

She put them back, determined to win this battle of wills.

He licked her neck and shifted behind her. Daly heard the whisper of his zipper lowering and prayed he’d take her soon.

His hands curved over her breasts, cupping and teasing the peaks with light strokes. Each tug on her nipple rings sent lightning straight to her clit. He used his thumbs to caress the underside of her globes before he moved back to her hips, squeezing and plumping, demand in his grip.

“Her breasts are caricatures, whereas my woman’s are perfection. Yours are round and pierced, with nipples that are a delicious raspberry color begging for my tongue. They are heavy in my palm and make me ache when they brush against me. Hers move me not at all. Her hips aren’t rounded like my woman’s and therefore have no hope of holding me in their cradle like yours do.”

His hands molded her ass and then dipped between the crease, twisting and sliding down so that his fingers rubbed over her pussy, stealing the moisture and then retreating to tease her anus. That hot caress had her digging her fingers against the glass. His breath was hot at her ear, his body curving over hers, and she felt the brand of his cock against her lower back.

“Her ass doesn’t make saints weep. It doesn’t make me want to watch it bouncing as I stroke into her body from behind. But your ass? Your ass makes me want to sink so far inside you I get lost and can’t find my way back.” He swatted both cheeks in rapid succession. “Your ass makes me want things that are illegal.”

She moaned loud and long.

“That woman down there, in her dark blue dress, has never held me in her palm. She’s never twisted my soul into knots so tight I can’t break free. That woman is no one you should
worry about, little sub, because she is nothing compared to you.”

Her breath hitched again and she sobbed out loud. He didn’t give her any surcease.

“I see them down there and wonder if they’ve ever known anything like what’s between us.”

He moved behind her and she felt the brush of his cock at her entrance.

“I want to fuck you, Daly. I want to imprint myself on you. I don’t ever want you to forget me, forget what only I can give you. But you’ve doubted me time and time again and I think right here, right now, you should be punished.”

She hissed in a breath as he stepped away from her.

“What are you—”

He grabbed her chin and forced her to face forward. His touch was gentle but firm and she ached inside. She had doubted him. But what was she supposed to do? Nothing in three damn days, and then he’d been here with another woman? The refrain repeated over and over in her mind.
Discarded.
He’d discarded her and now he sought to cement his ownership?

“Fuck you,” she spit out.

His fingers tightened and he inhaled slowly.

“No,” he murmured. “Right here, right now, Daly, you’ll not be fucking anyone but yourself.”

He dropped his hand, making sure to drift over a nipple before he stepped away again.

“Do not look at me. Focus out there, on the crowd, how they just might hear you when you scream my name in a few minutes.”

Jeremiah leaned a shoulder against the glass at her side. She had no idea if this was one-way mirrored glass or not. She’d paid no attention when she walked by initially. But his words were commanding and there was an inherent need to obey him. Instinctively she’d chosen this man at her side. Years ago when she’d not even known what being a submissive was, she’d picked the most dominant of men to be hers.

And there had always been a freedom in her submission. Being tied, bound, told what to do all got her hot. She had no idea if she could feel this with any other man, but her heart told her no. It was Jeremiah who did this to her.

Pain almost sliced her in two, but on the heels of it was bone-bending lust. What if they could see her? Hear her? Did she care?

The answer blindsided her.
No.
She didn’t give a flying rat’s ass what anyone other than Jeremiah thought.

“Touch your pussy, Daly. Just the lips first.”

She tentatively lowered her hand, reaching under the skirt of her dress and drifting over her lace-covered flesh.

“Move that thong aside and use your nails to scratch lightly along the inside of those soft-as-fucking-silk lips.”

She did as he asked, biting her lip before she hissed at the pleasure of her own touch.

“Doesn’t that feel good, little sub?”

She couldn’t answer him and he grabbed her chin once again, forcing her to look at him.

“You will answer me when I ask you a question. Do not lower your gaze from mine, do you understand?”

Shock held her immobile. Then the volcanic heat in his gray eyes got through to her and she nodded. “It feels good …”

“But?”

“But not as good as your hand, Sir.”

He smiled, just a kick up of one corner of his mouth, but it was enough that a tear beaded on her lashes and tracked down her face. She loved pleasing him.

“We’ve been in here a while now, Daly. They’re missing us, I’m sure. We need to hurry, because there are people here who will take note of it and I don’t want that happening.”

There was a message in his words but she couldn’t concentrate on that now.

He stroked a finger down her cheek. “Rub your clit, Daly. Slow circles and gently.”

She did, and a groan was torn from her chest. She was swollen in her need. He’d begun the fire in her and she needed release. Though no one could quench the appetite she had for this man.

“How does that feel, little sub?”

“Good …”

“But?”

“But it’s not you doing the rubbing, Sir.”

“You’ve been so disobedient, Daly. You’ve earned a spanking, but here isn’t the place. I would take you over but again, there’s that disobedience that keeps rearing its head. You haven’t forgotten, Daly. I wonder where it’s coming from?”

She lowered her head and he was behind her again just that fast. Her face was at the glass and his hand was on her hip, holding her still.

“And there it is again. I can see your father down there, looking around everywhere for you while trying not to make it obvious. And there’s Detective Cavanaugh, looking for me, wondering where the hell I am, but she knows, Daly. She knows where I am.”

“Where are you?” she asked, at once dreading but needing the answer.

“Where I’m supposed to be,” he said in a gravelly voice. “Rub harder, Daly. I want to hear your breath break as your orgasm takes you over. Rub harder, little sub, but don’t you dare dip your fingers inside. Nobody goes inside you but me.”

She did as he demanded, stroking over her clit with two fingers as she inhaled the combined scents of their lust. Her gaze began to go unfocused and he tsked.

“Look at me in the glass, Daly. I’m right here, little sub, holding you. Harder, Daly, just a little harder.” He licked the shell of her ear. “So close, Daly, so fucking close I can taste it in the air. You want to come, don’t you?”

She made a sound—yea or nay, she was unsure.

“Tell. Me.”

“Sir, please let me come,” she begged.

“Tell. Me.”

He pressured her for every last piece. She wanted to hold something back, but in the storm of his eyes she had no defenses.

“Everything.”

“Come, Daly,” he said firmly. “Come all over your hand and know that you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in your pleasure.”

He held her close as she imploded. He gave her permission and she shot off like a rocket. The sights below her faded and her head fell back against his shoulder. He soothed her with nonsensical words and kisses on her neck.

She didn’t know how long they stood here, but she finally roused when he began to push her skirt back down.

“You have to go back out there. I’ll follow, but come in from a different entrance. Are you okay?”

Was she? She just didn’t know.

“I will be,” she said.

“Good girl. Straighten up and go out this door behind me. This is a security room, Daly. No one saw us,” he said at her back.

There was a tone in his voice now that spoke of business. Gone was the Dom who’d just made her come with his voice and instructions. Here was the man who hadn’t contacted her in three days.

Misery wound its way around her heart and sank its fangs in deep. But she straightened her spine and did as he said. She smoothed her hair, refreshed her makeup, and took a deep breath.

“I’m ready,” Daly said with a sigh.

She’d just stepped to the door at the back of the small room when Copeland reached for her hand. She glanced at him, a question on her lips when he raised her hand to his mouth. It was the hand she’d used to bring herself over.

He captured her gaze. Daly’s breath hovered in her lungs, waiting to discover the intent
in his stare. So slowly that she wondered if she’d die from anticipation, he sucked her two fingers into his mouth and used his tongue to lick over every inch.

“Now you’re ready,” he said with a grin that stopped her heart.

She turned and put her hand on the doorknob. “I need answers, Jeremiah. When?”

“Soon. We will talk, but not yet,” he said quietly.

Her shoulders drooped and she blinked away tears.

“Wait for me, Daly. Trust me this time.”

It was a plea. She recognized the notes of it and could no more deny this man than she could stop breathing.

“Waiting will be nothing new, Jeremiah,” she said and left the room.

“Got to see Father Dearest tonight, huh?”

Daly threw her purse and keys as hard as she could and ran for the door.

“Damn it, Day-day—it’s me!”

She stopped on the threshold and turned around slowly. “You jerk! How’d you get in here?”

Toby held up a key and grinned.

“I’m sick of my house being broken into,” she grumbled as she picked up her purse and keys and set them on the coffee table.

“You ran like a little chicken shit. I know now why you couldn’t cut it as a cop,” he said with a laugh.

“Yuck it up, Chuckles. You won’t think it’s so damn funny when y’all are calling somebody to bail your asses out of jail for B and E,” she spit out.

“It’s not breaking and entering if—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, if you have a key,” she returned in frustration. “Assholes. So now everybody has a key to my house? And why are you here, anyway?”

He sat down in her recliner and raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Daly crossed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath. “Yeah,
really.
”

“Copeland sent me,” he responded and shrugged.

“Figures. I guess it would kill you to visit me on your own. How long’s it been, Toby? Three years?”

“Actually, it’s only been about three days,” he said with that patented Toby grin.

“You know what I’m talking about,” she said firmly. It seemed that all the men in her life did was leave. Her father, Jeremiah, Toby. Okay,
she’d
actually left her father and Jeremiah, but wasn’t there a law somewhere that said big brothers should never abandon their little sisters? On the heels of that thought was another about Jeremiah. He’d never left his sister.

Something had happened to her brother. Something really bad that involved more than the damage to his face. She missed him so much. He’d been the most important person in her world after their mother died. Toby had watched over her as she grew up, taking the brunt of their father’s constant displeasure and always making sure she was kept far from the ugliness of his tirades.

His expression changed to a sheepish one. “You know I was always watching, Day-day.”

She grabbed a pillow and threw it this time. He caught it, laughed, and threw it back.

“Sit down, Daly. We need to talk.”

She sighed but remained standing. “ ‘We’? Wrong pronoun. If
you
have something to say though, feel free.”

“Someone is following you,” he informed her in a hard voice.

Daly snorted. “Yeah, you. And you aren’t very good at it. I see that ostentatious car everywhere I go.”

He snorted. “You’re vocabulary is still frou-frou, I see.” He sighed and his face sobered. “It’s not one of ours, Daly.”

She ignored the comment about her vocabulary and pounced on the second half of his statement. “You act as if you have an entire team of special security agents at your beck and call, Toby.” She crossed her arms over her chest. Her hands were cold and she fisted them.

Toby just sat there and stared at her.

Well, shit.
“I thought Jeremiah was legitimate now?” she asked, and there was a tremor in her voice.

“He is, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t stuff from the past that haunts his present.” He glanced away and took a deep breath. “There are so many things he kept from you.”

“He’s still keeping things from me. He’s been back on my radar for less than a week and already he’s evading questions, refusing to share information,” she responded harshly.

“There are things you’ll never know, Day-day, things he may never share. It’s his way, but that doesn’t mitigate that something is happening and we don’t have a fix on what it is yet.”

She moved around the couch and sat down. It wasn’t just her hands that were cold anymore and she shivered. “Have you talked to David?”

Toby nodded. “He’s neck deep in it, but we’re still sorting it all out. In the meantime, Jeremiah wants you to stay at his place.”

He didn’t look at her as he said it. Her brother obviously remembered who the hell he was dealing with.

“I’m good here,” she said firmly.

His broad shoulders tensed and his jaw bunched. His brown gaze, so like her own, sliced to her and he pinned her with it. “You’ll be safe there.”

“I’m safe here. David visited me earlier tonight and I handled it just fine.”

His eyes widened.

“Yeah, didn’t know that, did you? Your security people must kinda suck,” she tossed out, and pulled a blanket from the back of the couch over her. “He wanted to warn me to stay away from Jeremiah. Said Jeremiah was, quote, ‘bad news.’ ”