A Girl's Best Friend (8 page)

Tears sparkled in her emerald eyes, but she didn’t say anything in return and it kicked him hard in the gut. Had she just come to tell him she could handle his job so they could be friends again? He didn’t know if he could go back to that. Too late. He’d waited too long to tell her, to let her know that she was everything to him.

She stepped toward the front of the house and his heart stopped beating.
She was leaving
.

After reaching in her purse, she held out the ring he’d shoved into her hand the night before. “I couldn’t wear it.”

He winced. She couldn’t wear it because she just wanted to
be his friend
. “I understand.”

She pulled in a deep breath. “You never asked me.”

“Wh-what?” His mind drew a blank.

A gamin grin flashed over her face, and she offered him the ring. “Come on, Tyrone. I dare you. Ask me.”

Hope pushed hard against his chest. He looked her in the eyes, praying that he did this right. His hand cupped around hers so they both held the diamond ring. “I love you, Lorna. You’re my best friend, the love of my life. You make me laugh, you make me think, you don’t let me get away with anything, you get to me the way no one else ever could, you’re under my skin. Marry me. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy.”

“Yes.” She lifted her palm to his jaw.

He caught her hand and slid his ring on her finger. Just seeing it there, he had to grit his teeth at the hot possession that swamped him. He’d waited so many years for her to be his. His dick was rock hard from having her near, from having her admit they should be together. He needed to show her how much she meant to him, how much he wanted her…every day for the rest of his life. For better or for worse, until death parted them. God, yes. “I want—”

“I know what you want.” A small, secretive grin pulled up the corners of her full lips. Her finger looped through the ribbon that tied her dress closed.

Lust slammed into him when the black fabric hit the floor. She was dressed just like he’d always fantasized.
Thank you, Jesus.
Knee high black boots encased her smooth legs. He let his gaze travel slowly upward to take in all of her. A black leather corset decorated with silver rings and a black lace thong were all she wore. His fingers curled into fists to keep from stroking every inch of her creamy skin. If anything could show him that she was willing to grow with him, to work to solve their issues together, it was this. Showing off her body, letting him just
look
without trying to cover herself. She amazed him.

Then his brain shut down and all he could think about was sliding his tongue under that g-string and tasting her cream. It had been almost a day since he’d had her. Too long. Far too long. He never wanted to go without her again.

“You like it?” She fingered the corset laces when he continued to stare in silence.

A strained smile pulled at his mouth, and his hand slid down the front of his pants to cup his straining cock. “What do you think?”

“I’m glad.” Turning, she walked away and led him up the stairs to his bedroom. There was no way he couldn’t follow her.

He gave a short bark of laughter. “Glad you can lead me around like a—”

She spun when she cleared the doorway and backed toward his wide bed. Just where he needed her to be. “Glad you want me, too. I never thought…with the way I look—”

“I keep telling you you’re gorgeous.” He shook his head, trying to clear it of anything but the sight of her in that outfit and his bed.
His
woman wearing
his
ring in
his
house. Was there a more perfect thing in the world? He would never let her go again.

“I know. But…you’re the only one who ever has.” She smoothed her hands up the black leather of her corset to run her finger along the edge. Over those pretty breasts of hers.

“Then they’re idiots,” he growled. He’d tell her how beautiful she was every day for the rest of his life.

“Thank you.” Nothing else, no excuses, no self-conscious brushing at her clothes. Just looking him in the eyes with hot passion and need flashing in those green depths.

“Lorna, I—” He snapped his mouth shut, lifted her off her feet, and tossed her onto the bed. Her short shriek was cut off when she bounced hard on the mattress. He was on her before she could catch her breath, and he yanked his handcuffs out of his belt he’d dumped unceremoniously on his nightstand when he’d changed to play basketball. A flash of silver was the only warning she got before he jerked her hands over her head and cuffed her to the wrought iron headboard.

Her eyes went wide as she tugged at the restraints. “What are those for?”

“Just making sure you don’t try to run off again.” He grinned down at her before he pulled away to strip so fast he was surprised his shorts didn’t give him rug burn.

She smiled at him, her arms relaxing. Pure, sweet trust shone in her gaze. “You’ve got me for life. I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s for damn sure.” He knelt on the bed beside her and feathered his fingers over the tops of her ample breasts. “I want to fuck you just like this. I love that you wore this for me.”

Her eyes burned an incandescent green. She spread her legs wide and lifted her hips in blatant invitation, her wrists twisting in the cuffs as she strained toward him. “I love wearing it for you. I want you inside me, Tyrone. Now.”

I love
…the words echoed in his mind, and he realized that she hadn’t said she loved him yet. He knew she wouldn’t have agreed to marry him if she didn’t, but he needed the words. He couldn’t settle for less than everything from her. He wanted it all, and he was going to have it.

He narrowed his gaze. “Tell me.”

Understanding sparked in her gaze, but rather than obey his command she shook her head. A wicked little grin formed on her face. “Make me.”

“You want to play, do you?”

“Bring it on.” She made the cuffs jingle over her head. The sight of her stretched out for him was driving him mad. He loved it. His breathing sped, and his already hard cock gave a painful throb. Soon. He’d bury himself inside her soon.

He quirked a brow, forcing himself to slow down and play the game. Oh, he could
bring it
for her. He eased her thong down her legs and tossed it on the floor. Leaning away from her, he reached into the nightstand drawer for a small bottle of clear liquid. She smirked when he held the lube up for her to see. “I’m already wet enough, Tyrone. I don’t think we need that.”

“Baby, you have no idea what I have planned for you.” Forcing her legs wider, he squirted some of the liquid on his finger. Her eyes went wide when he slid his finger past her drenched sex and probed her tight anus. Sweat gleamed on her satiny skin, and need so intense it made his jaw lock built within him. He worked the lube deep inside her, getting her ready to take all of him. He was a big man, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

Her hips twisted on the smooth sheets, and he could see the moisture gather on her plump folds, could tell how much this turned her on. He liked that he could do that to her. And he could do it to her any time he wanted now. She panted, her breasts lifting in the tight confines of the corset. “Please, Tyrone. I need you.”

Now. He needed to be inside her right now. He couldn’t wait. He grasped her ankles in one hand, holding her legs high against his shoulder. He wanted to see her face flush when she came. Taking his cock in the other hand, he eased into her ass. He gritted his teeth at the tightness of her dark channel clamping down on his flesh.

“Say it.”

“No,” she gasped. The cuffs rattled against the metal of his headboard as her back bowed, pulling him deeper.

His dick throbbed, and he worked himself inside her ass slowly. The muscles locked around his cock. Her little cries and moans drove him on. That now familiar band of emotion tightened around his heart until he couldn’t breathe. Sweat slid down his chest and face as he fought to stay in control. Only Lorna could drive him to the edge of his endurance. He used his free hand to stroke between her thighs, working his finger over her hard clitoris and up and down the slickness of her swollen flesh. A blush highlighted her pale skin, and her soft moans kissed his ears. She was so amazing, she matched him in every way. He needed her forever.

He pushed his cock deep, moving inside her at a different angle, and pinched her clit. She screamed, the muscles in her thighs flexing where he held them against his shoulder. Her pussy throbbed, and her ass spasmed around his dick as she came apart in his arms. Tears streaked down her cheeks, but she held his gaze. “I love you, Tyrone. I love you so much.”

His hips jerked as the shock wave of hearing her say the words ripped through him. The emotions boiling deep inside him ripped free of their fetters. He drove into her with ferocious intensity, pounding forward again and again until his cock exploded deep inside her. His body locked into a rigid line before he shuddered hard, emptying all of himself into her. “Oh, baby. Lorna. I love you.”

She sobbed, her muscles still milking him. Her back arched, her arms yanking at the cuffs that bound her. She whispered, “I love you. I’ll love you forever.”

“Yes.” He stroked his fingers over her soft curves, along the lines of her corset, needing to touch her. Because he could. Because she loved him. No words had ever sounded so sweet to his ears.

He closed his eyes to savor the aftermath of the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. His heart rate slowed along with his breathing, and there was a moment of pure peace that surrounded him. Her gaze met his, and she offered up a smile that was half shyness and half unadulterated sin. She shifted beneath him, and the movement rattled the handcuffs. Sliding free of her body, he snagged the keys off his nightstand and uncuffed her. He rubbed her wrists, kissing the reddened flesh. “Are you all right?”

Nodding, she sighed and stretched against the sheets. He grinned, enjoying the sight of her creamy flesh and loving that she was comfortable with him looking at her. He’d never take her trust for granted—and he knew her well enough to understand just how much this entire evening was an act of trust for her. He loved that. He knew himself well enough to know he needed her unconditional trust. He felt his grin widen. And he’d worship her body until she believed to her very bones that she was gorgeous. Starting right now. He reached for her.

She caught his hand and brought it to her lips, sucking each of his fingers into her hot, wet mouth and then swirling her tongue around the center of his palm. She opened her mouth to bite the flesh at the base of his thumb. His breath hissed between his teeth, and his dick went rock hard in an instant. She smiled, letting him know she understood exactly what effect she was having on his body. He arched a brow at her when she let him go and wriggled away to roll to her feet. “Going somewhere, baby?”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and glanced back at him. “I need to shower. Want to make sure I don’t miss a spot?”

He laughed, standing to follow her. Her hips swayed in a siren’s call he couldn’t deny. Everything about her turned him on, turned him inside out. Damn, he loved her. She was everything he’d ever wanted and more. His lover, his heart, his soul.

His best friend.

THE END

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Enjoy the following excerpt from
Full Swing:

She tried to pretend everything was the same as it used to be. That she and her husband didn’t fight constantly, and then have sex the rest of the time to avoid actually talking. They certainly didn’t laugh anymore, in or out of bed. Sex had taken on a desperate edge as they tried to forget how bad things were between them. Don’t think about the problems with their marriage—just fuck until it all goes away. They’d had a lot of sex in the two weeks since Tyler came home from the hospital.

Twin trails of tears snaked down her cheeks, and she hurried to swipe them away. Not that Tyler noticed; he’d rolled away as soon as they finished, leaving her to stare at his tanned back. He was leaner than he had been, but still a big, strong man. She’d always loved that he made her feel petite and feminine.

“Ty…”

“What?” He didn’t even glance at her. Despair and anger squeezed her throat shut. The emotions warred for dominance as her mouth opened and then closed again. She couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t start an argument. Another tear leaked from the corner of her eye.

She reached out to touch him, but hesitated before making contact. The contrast of his skin against hers always amazed her. He was dark from a lifetime spent outdoors—not even a year in the hospital had managed to rid him of his tan. For a moment her hand hung a hairsbreadth from his shoulder before she let it fall back to the mattress. Curling on her side, she faced away from him and didn’t even bother to check the slide of tears. How could five years of marriage have fallen apart so fast?