Chapter One (23 page)

counted the ridged muscles there, drooled over his well Ick.

sculpted chest and arms, then mentally damned herself for She turned on the faucets, then rummaged through the staring so hard when he smiled at her in the mirror.

linen closet, grateful to find a usable shampoo and conditioner.

How dare he be so sexy? She’d just ignore him.

Thank God. And he did have nice, big soft towels. She But dayum, he smelled good. She took a deep breath scrubbed her makeup off, washed and rinsed and stepped out and inhaled him, resisting the urge to put the blow dryer down, just in time to find him standing outside the shower door drop to her knees and bury her face in his cock. Fortunately, he stripping out of his jeans.

walked out of the bathroom before she could give in to her

“Fire’s blazing on the grill. Let me pop in while you’re baser instincts. She turned off the dryer and followed him, drying off.”

checking out his fine, firm ass while he shrugged into a pair of He skirted beside her and zipped into the shower stall jeans and a loose tank top.

while she finished drying.

She grabbed her skirt and top from the chair next to the This was all so intimate. Something a couple that lived bed and slipped them on. Her panties were toast and she didn’t together would do.

even know where they were anyway.

And she needed her comb.

Rand watched her dress.

“Got a brush?” she hollered.

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“I like knowing you’re naked under that skirt,” he said,

“Anything you need me to do?” she asked.

walking toward her and pulling her into his arms. He lifted her

“Yeah. Sit down and relax. You look tense,” he said, skirt and palmed her buttocks, slipping his fingers between grinning at her.

them to tease her pussy lips. ‘I want to be able to play with you Rascal bounded over for a pat on the head and a at will.”

scratching of the ears. Blair busied herself playing with the dog Her nipples rose and puckered against the stretchy while Rand cooked. It was very. . .domestic and made her fabric, alerting him to her state of arousal. He smiled down at squirm uncomfortably.

her, fully aware of her reaction to his touch.

Sunset had breached the dense treetops on Rand’s

“I also like that you cream when I touch you. It’s like property, obliterating the opressive heat a little. It was still this instant gush of fluid down there.”

going to be a warm night, with hardly a breeze to offer relief.

“Are you trying to embarrass me?”

She watched Rand as he cooked, picturing him in the He arched a brow. “Embarrass? No. I’m trying to get expansive yard with a couple kids, more dogs and a lot of you to loosen up. I intend to have you this weekend, Blair.

noise. A few swing sets, toys all over, maybe a swimming pool Whenever and wherever. You’re going to relinquish complete and a hot tub.

control to me, and learn to love it. Get used to it.”

All he needed was a woman to share it with.

He smoothed her skirt over her buttocks, patted her ass Not that she was that woman.

and walked out of the room.

Nope, not her. That kind of life wasn’t her deal at all.

Humph. Whenever and wherever, like she was some She was forever single, happy and carefree. The whole fantasy cheap whore he’d hired to be at his beck and call. She’d see of family and kids and acreage and a ranch house like Rand about that. She was no man’s plaything and especially not owned was someone else’s dream, not hers.

Rand’s. And while she might thoroughly enjoy fucking him, Someday he’d find a nice, sweet woman to settle down this mind game he was playing with her wasn’t going to work.

with and give him that dream.

She was here on a bet and that was it.

So why did the thought make her stomach hurt?

“Blair! Come on outside,” he hollered. “And bring us a And why did she picture herself in the middle of this bottle of red wine when you do.”

backyard, up to her waist in the pool and laughing with kids or She rolled her eyes, but stopped in the kitchen on her wrestling with dogs?

way out the back door into his yard, slipping her sandals on It wasn’t her! She was a forever-single vixen, a career before she went.

woman in charge of her own destiny, in utter control of her He had two steaks on the grill, along with vegetables on own life. And nowhere in that life was there a ranch, a house, a skewers and potatoes in foil. She handed him bottle of red couple of kids, a dog and a swimming pool.

wine, which he opened and set aside to breathe for a moment.

“You’re doing it again.”

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She looked up to find Rand sliding a plate in front of

“Figure what out?”

her.

“What the plan is?”

“Doing what?”

“No. But I assume you’re going to tell me eventually, He slid into the chair next to her and poured a glass of so I see no point in wasting brain cells trying to decipher wine for each of them. “You’re lost in thought. What were you what’s going on in your warped mind.”

thinking about?”

He threw his head back and laughed, then refilled their Attributing the flush on her face to the heat outside, she wine glasses and led them out onto the front porch. “Warped, grabbed a napkin and faced the plate of food that had suddenly huh?”

lost its appeal. “Nothing.”

The breeze was better out here, the sun finally having

“Secrets again.” He started to eat, but studied her, set. They sat in a white wooden porch swing. Swaying gently talking in between mouthfuls. “Maybe I’ll just try to guess.”

back and forth with him pushing off with his feet, she relaxed Never in a million years would he figure it out.

and curled her feet up under her and sipped her wine, staring

“You’re wondering what I’m going to do with you after out at the clear night.

dinner.”

Out here in the country, the stars were clearly visible, She snorted and scooped up a forkful of vegetables.

something she never got to see in the crowded, brightly lit city.

“Not even close.”

“You’re lulling me into a false sense of security,” she

“Aren’t you wondering what I’m going to do with you said.

after dinner?”

“Huh?”

“No.”

“This is just weird.” She didn’t know how else to

“You should.” He slanted her a sly smile and resumed explain it. “Wicked sex, then dinner, wine, and now swinging eating.

on the front porch? What the hell is up with this scenario, And she started thinking while she ate. What
was
he Rand? Let’s just get on with it.”

going to do with her after dinner? By the time they finished He finished his wine and set it on the small table next to eating and cleared away the dishes, she had imagined several the swing. “You got a time table or something?”

scenarios. Thank God he didn’t have any chandeliers in his
Yes. I need to get the hell out of here before I start
house.

enjoying myself too much.
“No.”

“Figure it out yet?” he asked as they loaded the last of

“Then chill, Blair. Quit being in such a hurry. We have the dishes into the dishwasher.

all night. You even had a nap. Let your stomach settle a little Again, more domestic stuff. Comfortable things that bit and just enjoy the night.”

she found easy and relaxing doing with him. It gave her the She’d hardly eaten a thing so there wasn’t much to willies. She’d never done dishes with a man before.

settle. She was as anxious and as unsettled as she could be.

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Anxiety skittered along her nerve endings. She wasn’t relaxed lips more firmly against hers. He moved his body over hers, at all despite the few glasses of wine she’d consumed.

skimming her waist with his free hand and sliding his fingers Thoughts of barbecues, back yards, swimming pools and kids under her shirt, lifting it over her breasts. He bent down and had screwed with her head. She needed to get through this took her nipple between his teeth, nibbling light and easy. She weekend of wild debauchery with one thought in mind.

clenched her teeth and lifted her hips in response, wanting him Fucking. Wicked fucking with Rand and fulfilling the terms of to do the same thing to her clit. There was enough light to the bet. That was it.

watch him lick and bite her nipples, to see the way his tongue Sex, sex and more sex. Now that she could handle. And rolled over them, making them stand up, wet with his saliva, then obliterate from her memories forever. Come Monday, her exposed to the air and begging for more attention.

relationship with Rand would go back to the way it had been She shivered, but she sure as hell wasn’t cold. It was for the past fifteen years. Antagonistic and distant.

the way he looked at her when he lifted his head, the hunger He slipped his arm behind her and toyed with her hair, and passion she saw reflected in his eyes. He kept his gaze massaging her scalp, gently pulling at the tendrils.

focused on hers while he popped the button on his jeans and Damn, she loved when a man played with her hair. It drew the zipper down, drawing his cock out. He fisted it, gave her goosebumps. Turned her on. Her nipples hardened.

stroking it, making her mouth water for a taste.

She tilted her head into his hand for more. When her pulled a

“Suck me, Blair.”

little harder, she shuddered, annoyed when her clit tingled.

Still holding onto her hair, he pushed her head toward She was putty in his hands, damn him. He knew all the his lap. Eager to take his cock in her mouth, she enveloped the right buttons to push.

head between her lips, licking at the fine drops of fluid He wound her hair around his fist and tugged, drawing gathered there, rewarded by his groan of delight.

her neck back, then pressed his lips against her throat. Her He might think he was in control, but in this she was pulse pounded, her heart slamming against her chest. Whatever the master. She flicked her tongue over the crest, then cool breeze she’d felt had evaporated under the assault of heat suctioned her mouth around him, sliding downward, inch by burning her from the inside out. He scorched a trail along her agonizing inch. He surged upward, feeding her, digging his neck and jaw, then captured her mouth in a fiery kiss that fingers in her hair again as he moaned his pleasure and leaned exploded when he parted her lips and slid his tongue inside.

back against the swing.

Slow and easy, velvety strokes along her tongue, he She dug her nails into his denim clad thighs, her pussy explored the inner recesses of her mouth like he had all night to wet with her own desire and eager to impale herself on his do this. And still, he held onto her hair, holding her head, cock. A wicked hunger consumed her, a need to pleasure him, mastering her. She thrilled to his control, the way he guided his to drag him with her to heights of unbearable need.

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“Oh, yeah,” he murmured. “Take it deep, Blair.

He grabbed her buttocks and began to raise her up and Swallow it.”

down over his shaft. She lifted her skirt so she could watch the She no longer wanted to defy him. What was the point, movements of his cock in and out of her pussy.

when giving him pleasure would only heighten her own? He

“Touch your clit for me, baby. Make yourself come.”

pushed forward and she took him deep, all the way to her She reached between her legs and massaged her clit, throat, swallowing him, constricting around him until he lifted knowing he had a perfect view of his cock disappearing off the swing and dug his fingers into her hair, pulling her off between her pussy lips, of her hand rubbing her clit.

his cock.

“Damn, that’s pretty,” he said, his gaze glued to that

“Goddamn!” he said, jerking her head back and pulling spot where they were joined.

her upright. He covered her mouth with his and ravaged it, His cock swelled, her contractions growing stronger as fucking her mouth with his tongue. Hard and insistent, with a she gripped him in a tight vise that signaled she was close. She ravaging passion that left her lips bruised, her pussy swelling strummed her clit faster, racing toward her climax, watching and aching with the need to be filled.

his eyes darken, his lips part as he panted with her.

She whimpered against his mouth and he pulled his lips

“I’m going to come,” she whispered, her breath sawing away, dragging her astride him, facing him.

out of her lungs in painful bursts. She arched her back and

“Fuck me,” he commanded.

ground her pussy against him.

She thrilled to the harsh tone in his voice and impaled His eyes were a dark storm, his lips parted, his half-herself on his cock, tilting her head back and moaning at the lidded gaze so goddamn sexy she couldn’t stand it.

sheer pleasure of being filled with his thick shaft.

“Come on my cock, Blair. Milk the come out of me and

“Yes,” she murmured, grasping his shoulders and take me with you.”

lifting, then sank down on him, driving him balls deep into her She gripped his shoulder with one hand and furiously pussy.

rubbed her clit as the sensations seared her insides. Then it She established the rhythm, riding him with slow came, a sizzling peak that made her scream. She held onto his strokes, every brush of her clit against his pelvis like a shock of gaze as she came, felt him erupt at the same time, thrusting and lightning to her cunt.

jerking against her as he shot a hot load of come in her.

“I like you like this. Fucking you with your clothes on.