WMIS 06 Tied With Me (18 page)

“I love your ass,” she mutters before biting my lower lip.

Jesus, when was the last time a woman touched me while I fucked her?
 

When was the last time I
made love
? I can’t remember. I don’t mind being touched, but rendering a woman helpless while I bring her body to heights she didn’t know she was capable of is the greatest high there is.

Until Nic. Every experience with her brings me to my knees. I love having her tied up in my ropes, but right now, with her remarkable hands gliding over my body, I’d swear this is the best I’ve ever had.

During the entire scene at the club and the drive home, all I could think of was getting her here and drilling into her, over and over until I made us both scream, and now that I have her here, I just want to take my time with her, explore her.

Make her moan and squirm and get lost in what I can do to her body.

I nuzzle her nose and pull it down her cheek to her ear. “I’m going to make love to you all night, Nicole.”

“Promise?” she whispers with a grin.

“Absolutely,” I reply as I brush light kisses down her neck to her shoulder, where I can trace the beautiful pink flowers inked on her skin as I pull free from her body and get ready to take us both to the edge of sanity.

I drift down to her breasts and settle in to feast on the hard nubs, scraping them with my teeth then soothing them with my tongue. Nic’s hips twist and shift beneath me, pushing against my stomach. I drag my lips down her smooth, tight stomach to her sexy-as-hell piercing and farther still to her core.

I ate her out not an hour ago, and I can’t wait to do it again.

When my lips wrap around her clit, her hips buck up, but I grip her with my hands and hold her down against the bed. Her fingers plunge into my hair, and she holds on tightly.
 

I hollow my cheeks and pull her pussy lips into my mouth, sucking in a pulsing motion. She digs her heels into my shoulders when I push two fingers inside her and cries out as an orgasm rips through her. Her juices flow around my fingers, and I lap them up like honey.

Fucking amazing.

I climb up her body, but before I can push inside her, she plants her hands on my chest and pushes.

“On your back, detective,” she orders with a grin.

I smile down at her, kiss her cheek and do as she directs, dragging her with me. She rears up on her knees and pulls her hands—and nails—down my chest to my cock, circles both hands along the length and begins pumping up and down, milking me, watching my face as she drives me mad.

“Ah fuck, Nic,” I mumble. “Baby, you’re gonna make me…”

Before I can finish, she smiles smugly and lowers herself to pull the crown of my cock into her mouth and sinks down until I can feel the back of her throat.

“Holy mother of fuck!” I cry out.
 

She bobs up and down, those lips tightening around my dick as she pulls up and sucks, her hand following the motion while the other hand cups and fondles my balls.

I fall back onto the bed and swear my eyes are crossed. Sparks flare in my vision, the room is spinning and a warm warning sets up residence at the base of my spine.

Fuck!

“Nic, if you don’t stop—ah God you’re good at that—I’m going to come, baby.”

She simply moans and continues until I grip her shoulders and pull her up the length of me, crush my mouth to hers and settle her knees on either side of my hips.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper against her.

She raises herself up, grips the base of my cock in her fist and sinks down onto me, slowly impaling herself inch by delicious inch until I can’t tell where I end and she begins.

Her head falls back, eyes closed, as she begins to raise and lower herself on me, riding me slowly, clenching that incredible cunt around my cock.

My God, she’s perfect for me in every way.

She opens her bright green eyes and smiles as she watches me, hums in happiness as I glide my hands up her thighs to her waist and guide her up and down.

Finally, I can’t stand being this far from her another moment. I sit up and wrap my arms around her waist, pull her breast into my mouth and suck, sweeping my tongue over the tight nub. My hands find her ass, and I lower her on and off of me as she wraps her arms around my neck and holds on for dear life.

“Love this,” she murmurs, rocking her hips against mine, as we find a perfect rhythm as old as time.

Love you,
I think to myself. Instead of being completely freaked out and fighting the compulsion to run in the other direction, my heart calms. Now I understand what drives my brothers with their women.
 

I get it.

“Mine,” I whisper.

“Yours,” she answers and tips her forehead against mine.
 

I reach between us and tease her clit with my thumb, and her pussy clenches around me, convulsing and shuddering.
 

“Come again for me, baby. Let go,” I murmur, crooning to her, watching her unravel around me.

Her eyes are pinned to mine as she bears down, grinds her clit against my thumb and comes apart, screaming my name and digging her nails into my shoulders.

The sweet pulses around my cock pull me in with her and over the edge, coming long and hard inside her, gripping her hips with all my strength.

She’ll have handprints there later, and I can’t bring myself to give a shit.

She’s mine.

***

“I can’t believe I let you undress me in a room full of people,” Nic mutters against my chest.
 

We’re lying on the bed, my hand drifting lazily up and down her back as her finger traces my abs and over the tattoo on my rib cage.

She claims to be an ass girl, but she sure has a thing for my stomach.

“I don’t think we’ll be repeating that,” I respond casually, masking the ball of unease in the belly she’s currently tracing.

“Okay,” she replies and watches me with bright eyes and flushed cheeks.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper and drag my fingers down her cheek.

“Talk to me.”

I lift an eyebrow. “What would you like to talk about?”

“Tonight. Why won’t we be repeating it?”

“Because I’m not comfortable with anyone else seeing your body.”

“But undressing me was
your
idea,” she reminds me, her voice exasperated.

“I know, but in hindsight, I’m not comfortable with other men seeing you.”

“So no more club?” she asks with a frown.
 

I grin to myself. So she enjoyed the club.

“We can go again, if you like, but there won’t be any more demonstrations.”

“What if you’re asked to demonstrate on someone else?” she asks, her body tight with worry as she waits for my response.

I tip her head back so I can look her in the eye. “I already told you, you’re the only one I want to touch.”

“But you’re a master. Don’t you teach?”

“Yes, but it’s not necessary.”

“Maybe you can demonstrate with me dressed sometimes,” she suggests and shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“You’d do that for me?” I ask, cupping her face in my hand.

“You enjoy it, Matt. The thought of you doing it with someone else brings out my catty side, so, yeah, I’d do it for you.”

I don’t know what to say. Has anyone who means this much to me ever supported me so completely?
 

Only Caleb, but even he can’t understand it completely, as he’s never been in the lifestyle.

In one quick motion I reverse our positions and tuck her under me, pull my hips back and slip inside her and set to work showing her what her trust and obvious love mean to me.

***

“I’m glad you’re home, man.” I clasp Caleb’s hand and lean in for a man hug, excited to see my brother.

“It’s only been two weeks, dude. Did Seattle fall apart while we were gone?”
 

“No, but it’s much more boring without you and the girls.”

“Uncle Matt! Mommy and Daddy are home,” Josie informs me happily, hanging on to her mom with desperate arms like she fears her mom just might slip away again.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m happy to see them, too.”

“Hey, Matt.”

“Hey, doll.” I lean in and kiss Bryn’s cheek. She looks happy. Content. “How’s the most beautiful girl in Seattle?”

“Get your own girl,” Caleb snarls, then scoops Maddie up in his arms. “I missed you, buttercup.”

“I missed you, too, Daddy.” She laughs and kisses his cheek.

“Girls, come help me unpack. I think there might be some Italian souvenirs for you in our bags.”

“Okay!” the girls exclaim and follow their mom up the stairs.

“How are you?” I ask Caleb soberly.
 

“Never better,” he responds, and I know he speaks the truth.
 

He had a rough time of it a few months ago, afraid to love that sweet woman and her daughters, but with the help of a counselor and my fist to his face, he came around and finally married Brynna.

“You both look great. Italy must have agreed with you.”

“Dominic has a helluva place.” Caleb nods. “It’s quiet and beautiful. Perfect if you want to romance a woman.”

“I’m glad you both enjoyed it.” I chuckle and watch my brother. His cheeks redden, and I tilt my head as my eyes narrow. “What’s going on?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Something’s up. You never blush.”

“Fuck you, I’m not blushing.”

“Just say it.”

He sighs as his eyes turn to the top of the stairs. “We weren’t going to say anything for a while yet because it’s early, but Bryn’s pregnant.”

“That’s fucking awesome, bro.” I pull him in for a quick hug, truly happy for my younger brother. “How early?”

“Only a few weeks, but the sticks say she’s pregnant, so she’s going to go see a doctor next week. Don’t mention it to the rest of the family.”

“That’s your story to tell,” I reply and clap him on the shoulder. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” he replies and pulls two beers out of the fridge, pops the tops and hands one to me. “What’s up with you?”

I shrug and take a long pull on the beer. “Work. Had dinner at Will’s last week.”

Been sleeping with the woman I’m in love with since you left.

“I heard. Will said you brought the baker with you.”

“Will never could keep his damn mouth shut,” I grumble.
 

“Ashamed of her?”

“Fuck no!” I shake my head adamantly. “No, I just would have rather you heard it from me.”

“So what’s going on with her?”

I sigh and lean back against the countertop, trying to figure out how to form the right words.

“I’ve been sleeping with her.” But that doesn’t sound right. I’ve been more than sleeping with her. I’ve been consumed by her, falling in love with her.

“Is she okay with what you’re into?” he asks softly.

“Yeah. It’s new to her, so I’ve been honest but taking it slow. Took her to the club last weekend.” I smile as I recall her tied up in my red ropes, pulled up tall, panting and turned on. “She enjoyed herself.”

“Good. She seems like a really sweet girl.”

“She’s the best, Caleb.” My eyes find his. “She’s smart, funny, loyal. So fucking sexy.”

“You’re in love with her.”

“I am,” I reply without hesitation.
 

“It’s fast,” Caleb remarks, rubbing his hand over the light stubble on his square jaw.

“I know,” I reply honestly. “But it just feels right. I want to be her friend as much as I want to be her lover. She makes me laugh. I’m proud of her. She’s accomplished a lot on her own, and she’s so damn good at it.” I shrug and laugh at my brother’s stunned look. “What is that look for?”

“You’re really fucking in love with her.”

“I thought we just came to that conclusion.”

“I’m just…wow. Okay, well, that’s awesome. I want to spend some more time with her.”

“You’ll get to. I’m bringing her to Nat’s birthday party tomorrow.” I grin and take another drink of my beer. “Nic’s bringing a new cupcake recipe. She made it up just for Nat.”

“Cool.” Caleb grins, and then his face sobers as he watches me. “Just be careful, man. You’re the best person I know, and seeing you hurt is the last thing I want.”

“I don’t relish the thought of that myself.” I chuckle and shake my head. “We’re not throwing the
love
word around yet. We’re learning each other and enjoying our time together.”

“Good.”
 

“Uncle Matt! Look at our T-shirts!”

The girls come bouncing down the stairs, their dark brown ponytails flying around their heads in their excitement to show off the souvenirs their parents brought home for them.