SIX
GAVIN DRANK A
WHISKEY OUT ON THE DECK, LISTENING to the sound of the waves. This
was always his favorite part of the night. Sometimes he’d sit here
for hours, just listening to the sound of the ocean.
But tonight he was
plotting. Elizabeth might have distracted him earlier with amazing
sex, but he still wanted answers from her.
Why he cared about
who she was before, he had no idea. It really didn’t play into what
they had right now, but for some reason he wanted to know. And for
some reason she didn’t want him to know. And he thrived on
competition, on winning.
She was in the
bathroom changing, washing her makeup off, taking her hair
down.
Time to make his
move.
He laid the glass
down on the kitchen counter and headed into the
bedroom.
She stood in the
bathroom brushing her hair, wearing only a cream strapless bra and
matching panties. He went into his drawer and pulled out four
neckties, grateful for the occasional media interviews he had to
give that required him to dress up. He threw the ties on the seat
at the foot of the bed, then went into the bathroom to press a kiss
on the soft skin between her neck and shoulder. She smiled at him
in the mirror, the softness of her green eyes mesmerizing him. He
saw something in them. A vulnerability or something else he
couldn’t figure out, and he was struck by a punch to the gut so
strong it almost knocked him to his knees.
What would it be
like to see a woman like Elizabeth in his bathroom every night, to
have someone to come home to instead of an empty
house?
He’d never wanted a
woman in his life before, never craved companionship. He liked his
life just the way it was, liked being able to travel, to come and
go as he pleased without having to answer to anyone. He had no ties
and no obligations.
His life was perfect
and he had no plans to change it.
But he liked having
Elizabeth here, liked seeing her female doodads on his bathroom
counter, loved seeing her dressed only in her bra and panties,
loved ogling her creamy skin, loved feeling her next to him in bed
at night.
Hell, he liked
waking up next to her.
Whoa. Gavin wasn’t
the domestic type. And Elizabeth sure as hell wasn’t, either. And
if he was looking to settle down, get married, and start having
some kids, she was the last woman on earth he’d choose to do it
with.
Not the soulless
cold shark.
But was she soulless
and cold? Or was that just a part she played in
business?
What did he really
know about Elizabeth Darnell?
Time to find
out.
She turned to him,
wrapping her hand around the back of his neck. “Ready for
bed?”
“You could say
that.” He took her hands and led her to the side of the bed,
reached around and unhooked her bra, then bent and pulled her
panties down.
He undressed, glad
to be rid of his clothes so they were both naked.
Elizabeth reached
out and fanned her fingers over his chest. “Mmmm, I like where this
is going.”
“Do you? We’ll see.
How about you lay in the middle of the bed. I’m going to tie you up
and have my way with you like you did with me this
afternoon.”
Her eyes flashed
with desire. “You weren’t tied up this afternoon.”
“Do you trust me,
Elizabeth?”
She arched a brow.
“That’s a loaded question, Gavin.”
“Then trust me
enough to know I won’t hurt you. Because I won’t. I never
will.”
She sucked in a
breath. “All right. But you know I can’t spread my limbs as wide as
your giant orgy bed.”
He laughed. “I know.
I’ll take care of it. Go spread out in the middle of the
bed.”
She crawled onto the
bed, her sweet ass and pussy on display for him as she did. His
cock tightened and hardened as she rolled over onto her back, then
lifted her arms up over her head and widened her legs. He couldn’t
resist palming his shaft and balls, and giving them a squeeze. Just
looking at her spread out on his bed like that gave him a lot of
ideas.
First he had to
secure her. He grabbed the twine he’d pulled from the garage,
measured the length he’d need from the posts at each end to her
legs and ankles, allowing for the length of the neckties, then cut
four strips. He tied the ends of the twine to the end of each
necktie, then secured her ankles and wrists, giving her enough room
to move comfortably but not enough to roll and get
away.
She watched him the
entire time without saying a word, her nipples beading hard,
moisture gathering at the entrance to her pussy. He swept his
finger along the seam of her sex and brought his finger to his
mouth and sucked.
“This get you wet?”
he asked, positioning himself on his knees between her spread
legs.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I wonder
what you’re going to do to me.”
He cupped her ankles
above the restraints and smoothed his hands up her legs. Her skin
was smooth silk, buttery soft. Having her under his control like
this was tempting, made his cock so hard it was painful. He wanted
to slide inside her right now and fuck her until he came. But that
would ruin the fun and anticipation for both of them.
“The answer is easy.
I’m going to give you pleasure. I’m going to make you come. You’re
going to make me come.”
Her breasts rose as
she inhaled a deep breath.
He laid his hands on
her hips and swept his fingers over her belly. She flinched,
sucking her stomach in. He bent down and pressed a kiss to her
navel, then dragged his tongue south. He heard her breath catch and
smiled.
She didn’t think
he’d go right for the holy grail, did she?
He stopped at her
pubic mound, pulling his tongue up to her belly button again,
dipping the tip into her navel.
“Dammit,
Gavin.”
Oh, he was just
getting started. If she thought he was torturing her now . .
.
He swept his hands
over her rib cage, rose up, and straddled her, letting his dick
rest against her pussy as he took her breasts in his hands, filling
his palms with the globes as he rubbed his cock against the
softness of her sex.
She lifted her butt,
sliding against his cock. He smiled down at her but didn’t let her
have it.
“We’re not nearly
ready to fuck yet, Elizabeth.”
“Bastard,” she said,
her eyes green slits of frustration and desire.
He rolled his thumbs
over her nipples, then bent down and took one in his mouth, keeping
the other entertained by squeezing it between his fingers. Her
cries of delight made his balls quiver. He cupped her breasts in
his hands and rolled his tongue over both, sucking and licking them
until Elizabeth started to pull against the ties at her
wrists.
“Fuck me, Gavin.
Lick my pussy. Do something to make me come.”
Now he had her. He
leaned over her and brushed his lips against hers. She lifted her
head, her tongue meeting his in a hungry kiss. He tangled his
fingers in her loose hair, loving the soft wildness of it. He
spread it over the pillow under her head, then kissed her jaw and
her neck. He ran his tongue across the side of her neck, her
shoulder, her collarbone, before taking a lazy trail over her
breasts and belly again.
“You’re making me
crazy.”
She was losing
patience. Good. He wanted her willing to do anything.
He licked his way to
the top of her sex, his tongue hovering near her clit. He inhaled
the sweet scent of her sex, the tangy aroma of her arousal, then
lifted his head to see her looking down at him with hunger and
demand.
Oh, yeah. His gaze
still focused on her, he dragged his tongue along the crease of her
inner thigh, across her wet pussy lips, avoiding her clit, licking
all around her, taking her so close he saw the muscles of her
biceps bulge as she pulled at the restraints.
“Gavin!”
And yet he wouldn’t
lick her there just yet. He circled the bud with his tongue,
flattened his tongue across her pussy lips, dipped inside to lap at
her juices, held on to her hips and legs when she started to buck
against him.
“Goddamn it, Gavin,
this isn’t fun.”
Oh, yes, it
was.
Because when he
dragged his tongue up her pussy and laid it right on her clit, she
moaned a long, low sound that made his cock swell, made him grind
his pelvis against the mattress, made him want to come inside
her.
And then he stopped,
rose up on his knees.
She jerked her head
up.
“You have got to be
kidding me. You are not stopping.”
“Tell me about
Arkansas, Elizabeth.”
Her eyes widened.
“Are you out of your fucking mind? Get your head back down there
between my legs and lick my pussy. I’m not talking about Arkansas.
Not now, not ever.”
He laid his hand on
her sex, dipped his fingers inside her, and pumped once, twice,
felt her shudder, felt her pussy tighten around his
fingers.
“Fuck you, Gavin.
Untie me.”
He withdrew his
fingers and took all that wet cream and painted her clit with it,
teased the nub until it hardened and bloomed under his
finger.
She dropped her head
and moaned, her hips rocking under his hand.
And then he stopped.
“Tell me about Arkansas, Elizabeth.”
“Screw you. This is
supposed to be fun between us.”
“I’m having
fun.”
She stared up at the
ceiling. “I’m not.”
“Aren’t you?” He
swept his fingers along the seam of her pussy again, circling her
clit until her lips clamped tightly closed and her jaw tightened.
“You want to come, Elizabeth. I know how good this feels.” He slid
two fingers inside her and began to move. “You want me to fuck you,
to make you come. I want to come in you, to feel your pussy squeeze
me until I shoot off inside you.”
She refused to look
at him. “Then shove your cock in me and fuck me.”
“I want to know you,
to know all about you. I want to know where you came from, who you
were before.”
She lifted her head
and tears filled her eyes. “No, you don’t. You don’t want to know
that, Gavin. Please.”
He pulled his
fingers out of her, laid down on top of her. “What hurts you about
that? Tell me.”
“Damn you. I can’t.
Don’t make me talk about it. This isn’t a game to me.”
Was she manipulating
him, or was that the truth? With Elizabeth, he was never
sure.
And what did she
mean by it not being a game? Being tied up, talking about Arkansas,
or something else?
He swept his hand
over her hair, turned her to face him. “Talk to me.”
“Let me go, Gavin.
Just let me go.”
He kissed her. She
whimpered against his lips, fighting him at first, but then she
gave in. Gavin untied the restraints at her wrists, and she wrapped
her arms around him, tight. He swept his arm around her back, and
something elemental passed between them, something fierce and
primal as he fit his cock at the entrance to her pussy and slid
inside her.
Elizabeth lifted,
and Gavin reached underneath to hold on to her ass, pulling her
closer to him as he ground against her, still kissing her, his
tongue licking against hers as they met each other in a hot melding
of passion that caught him by surprise. Maybe he felt bad for
asking more than she was willing to give, but his guilt was torn
away as desire took over and he fucked her with deep
strokes.
Elizabeth raked her
nails across his shoulders and moaned against his lips. It was as
if neither of them wanted to break the contact. He wanted to untie
her legs but didn’t want to break his hold on her as he rolled his
hips against her, giving her the contact she needed against her
clit. She bit his lip, and he dug his fingers into the globes of
her ass, dipping her pelvis up to drive harder inside
her.
Her pussy gripped
him as he felt the first waves of her orgasm clench around his
cock. She cried out, and he swallowed her cries with his own loud
groans as his orgasm crashed into him and left him holding tight to
Elizabeth.
It wasn’t until he
pulled out and went to untie her that he realized he’d fucked her
without a condom.
His hands were
shaking as he released the restraints and rubbed her legs,
wondering how the hell he’d lost control like that. He never, ever
lost control.
He crawled up onto
the bed and pulled her into his arms. “God, Elizabeth, I’m
sorry.”
“It’s
okay.”
“No, I mean I didn’t
use a condom. That has never happened before. I am always
protected.”
She lifted up and
looked at him. “Gavin, I’m on birth control. And I haven’t had sex
in two years. I told you that. You don’t have to worry about me.
I’m safe.”
Jesus. She thought .
. . Jesus.
He dragged his
fingers through his hair. “Honey, I’m worried about hurting you,
not the other way around. But I’m tested regularly. Clean bill of
health. And I’ve never, ever had sex without a condom. Until
tonight. I don’t know what happened.”
She laid her head
back down. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’m going to pop up
pregnant or try to trap you.”
That wasn’t at all
what he was worried about.
“And about me asking
you questions.”
She stilled. “Forget
it, okay?”
“Okay.”
But he wasn’t going
to forget it.