Evelyn Vine Be Mine (42 page)

He lowered his mouth to mine and lightly bit the bottom lip. “Showing you,” he muttered, soothing the bite with his tongue and tightening his gip on my wrists.

Showing me? My mouth dropped open. Oh God! He saw this as a challenge! He was going to show me how bad he liked it.

Part of me was intrigued. The other part of me was still annoyed that he’d laughed at me and I could still see the amusement in his eyes.

“No,” I said firmly. He backed away a little, his eyes showing surprise, but the rest of his face carefully blank.

“You’ll have to wait,” I said smugly, “I’m tired.”

His eyes narrowed with suspicion, as if he knew I was deliberately toying with him. He pressed his arousal against me, letting me know that he needed it pretty badly.

Tough, I told him with my eyes, but I trembled a little, worried because I’d told Stone no and no one ever did.

He growled, but he smiled ever so slightly and eased down next to me, his breath leaving his body in a frustrated rush. My body tingled with anticipation and I smiled wickedly into my pillow. I was going to tease him mercilessly tomorrow night.

He won’t be laughing then!

TWENTY-SIX

Dinner Wednesday night was even worse than Tuesday. I sat on the edge of my seat, nervous as hell about what I’d planned for tonight. Stone was sitting close to me and I could feel the tension in his body. He was practically humming with anticipation, yet his face was emotionless as always as he slowly ate.

Candy and Donny had reached a new level of flirtation, edging close to indecency as she straddled his lap and playfully fed him, pecking his lips in between bites. Fredi was actually sitting next to them, her hand tightly clutching her bottle of Sprite, not moving a muscle as she stared at the table. I looked up at Stone, hoping that he’d say something to diffuse the situation. They’d listen to him.

No such luck. He was letting it play out as usual. I scowled. What was the use of being a big bossy brute if you didn’t use it to your advantage?

To make matters worse, Alec and Asian girl seemed to be an item now. Nobody had mentioned her name yet, but she was sitting at our table, on Alec’s lap, cheerfully whispering into his ear as he casually stroked her legs. Briar and Dean sat opposite them, but Bri didn’t seem to be paying any attention to Dean. Instead, her eyes followed Alec’s long fingers, watching him trace circles against his new girlfriend’s legs.

Candy let out a shriek of laughter, startling both Briar and I. Everyone turned to watch as Donny grinned into Candy’s neck, making her giggle as he teased a particularly ticklish spot. Mason’s favourite spot. I knew that from the many nights they’d slept in the bed next to mine. Mason liked to make her giggle, chuckling as she tried to be polite and stifle the sound. It was almost as bad as listening to sex in my opinion…but they did that very, very quietly if I was in the room. Still…yuck.

There was a clatter from across the room and I looked over to see Mason storming towards us, his usually playful expression dark as his eyes narrowed on Donny.

Fuck.

My muscles tensed in anticipation of a fight, but Mase simply grabbed Candy and threw her over his shoulder, striding towards the stairs without looking back at us. Candy winked and waved at me and I knew then, that she and Donny had done this deliberately. Donny’s wide grin seemed to confirm my thoughts. He gave a huge sigh, his shit-eating grin still in place as he slung an arm around Fredi.

“Looks like I’m all yours again Winnie,” he told her with a wink.

Rage flashed in Fredi’s eyes and I saw Donny’s face freeze. Right before she backhanded him.

The sharp slap echoed throughout the hall as Fredi pushed away from the table, her chair scraping loudly before she left without a word.

The table remained silent. Donny stared down at his tray of food, a red mark on his cheek, his face drawn tight. He was angry. But with whom? Fredi? Or himself? I didn’t know the history between the two, but I thought he’d deserved that particular slap. From the look on their faces, Alec and Briar thought so too.

Chloe laughed softly, “Never a dull moment at this table.”

My hands fisted in the fabric of my denim skirt and I willed her to keep her mouth shut.

“Is there a band practice tonight?” she directed her question at Alec. He shook his head.

She made a sad face. “Aww, I miss watching you play,” she said, as if addressing all the members, but her eyes fixed on Stone.

My nails dug into my skin a little and I forced myself to relax.

“I don’t know why I haven’t been to watch one in so long,” she purred.

Because you dumped Stone, you stupid bitch and now he doesn’t want you.

Alec shrugged and shifted his girlfriend on his lap. “We’ll let you know when the next one is…but we don’t really have people watch our practices anymore.”

Chloe turned wide, innocent eyes to me, “Don’t you go to watch Stone?”

I tried not to glare as I shook my head. You already know, you horrible cow. Stop rubbing it in.

Chloe tutted at me and shook her head. “I always support my boyfriends,” she cooed, “I went to all Stone’s practices and performances and when I dated the Rugby captain at high school I went to all his games.”

She grinned and tossed her hair over her shoulder, “Jack liked to get a kiss before and after each of his fights as well. He said I was his Lady Luck.”

How sweet. Does he backhand all his lucky charms?

“What are you wearing to the ball this weekend?” Briar interjected, changing the subject. Chloe preened and started babbling about how she’d had to decide between two designers who’d wanted to clothe her.

I tried to zone out, to block out the annoying sound of her voice as I picked at my meal. It was no use though.

“Oh and my modelling agent is so happy that I only have another year of dance and acting study left. He’s eager to try me out in commercials and maybe even a soap opera like my father. I did have a small roll as a child, but I’m hoping to make it big.”

Great, just what Chloe needed - a bigger head.

Chloe sighed and pouted a little, “My Daddy wanted me to study something academic like Maths or Science, but my teachers said that I was much more suited to the entertainment industry.”

I snorted. Yeah, because you’re a thick-headed, big-breasted blonde who thinks the sun shines out her ass.

There was silence around the table.

I looked up to find everyone staring at me with their mouths open.

Oh fuck!

My head snapped towards Stone, my eyes growing large with dread as I stared up at him with parted lips.

Did I say that out loud?

Stone burst out laughing, making everyone in the huge dining hall jump and turn to stare at him. Mouths dropped even further around the table as Stone flung an arm around me and pressed a kiss to my still-slack lips. I started to blush, realising that everyone was still staring at us, startled both by my outspokenness and Stone’s laugh. It was probably the first time many people had ever heard either.

Chloe looked back and forth between us a few times, before pushing back from her seat and marching off in a huff. I instantly felt guilty for saying something so mean to her, but Stone caught my lips in another kiss and lifted me from my chair, heading towards the stairs.

I forgot all about Chloe…

And remembered what was to come next…

***

Throughout my research yesterday, as well as my conversation with Charlie, one particular realm of kink popped up more than others.

BDSM.

Just the letters gave me the shivers.

It seemed, therefore, that BDSM was probably the best place to start for a kinkier me. Don’t get me wrong, the whips can stay the hell out of my sex life, as well as most the other implements involved in S and M. Bondage, I could handle…mild bondage that is. The rope shit just looked damn uncomfortable and scary. Rope burns on my nether regions? No thank you. Discipline? Yeah, if I had to, I could probably handle being spanked…maybe even paddled.

I stopped short in the doorway to my bedroom and blushed. I shouldn’t be psyching myself out.

I’d decided to try something mild for this first step, though by utilising Charlie’s advice it should still be an erotic thrill ride.

Getting Stone to agree to it was another thing entirely…

You see, as much as being held down by Stone turned me on…I wasn’t quite ready to let him shackle me to the bed and take full control of my body. I’ve said it before - I’ve got control issues. I can thank Ben for that.

No, instead, I was going to tie Stone down…that is, if he let me.

Stone stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face me, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at me, a smile hiding behind his watchful expression as he waited. I swallowed nervously and tried to remember all the tips Charlie had given me in getting a big, stubborn man to do your bidding. I couldn’t think of any. Well, any that I thought I could pull off right now…

Make him your love slave, Eve, I heard my sister’s husky, amused voice in my head, bring the big man to his knees!

I snorted. Yeah, that was likely…

I took a deep breath and decided to be direct. I walked to the bedside table and retrieved two sets of solid handcuffs. “Lie down on the bed,” I said softly, dangling the cuffs from one finger.

He looked from the cuffs to my face and he stood a little straighter, his eyes narrowing. Fuck no, they growled at me.

Please Grant, I pleaded with my eyes.

His lids slid closed and he made an indefinable noise in the back of his throat, before he grudgingly shucked his shirt and lay down on my bed, holding his wrists above his head and causing his muscles to ripple.

Holy shit!

I dropped the cuffs, my jaw slackening slightly as well. I blushed and surreptitiously checked I wasn’t drooling as I hastily picked up the cuffs and moved to straddle his body. He watched my face steadily, unnervingly, as I quickly fastened the handcuffs around his thick wrists and attached them to the runs of the headboard. I hesitated. This had been too easy. I eyed him mistrustfully for a few moments, before moving off him and walking towards the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” he demanded from behind me.

I fought a grin and took another fortifying breath as, back still facing him, I pulled my top over my head and kept walking slowly away. I looked back over my shoulder at him with what I hoped was an innocent expression.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I said softly, hooking my fingers in the waistband of my stretchy skirt as I turned to face him and walked backwards. His eyes, though thoroughly annoyed, fixed on my barely covered breasts, before travelling down my abdomen to my waistband. I pushed the fabric down my legs and stepped out of them with a surprising amount of co-ordination and grace. I bit back a grin as Stone gave a small tug on his restraints and his eyes blazed back to mine.

You’re leaving me here? They demanded crossly, but I could tell he was still aroused.

Yes - I couldn’t help but answer the silent question. I bit my lip to hide a triumphant grin as I reached the bathroom door and turned to show him my g-string.

“I’m feeling dirty,” I purred, then shot him a small wink to let him know it was part of the larger game. His arms relaxed fractionally, but he still glared, his eyes promising that turnaround was fair play.

I quickly stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, leaning back against it heavily and quietly gasping for breath. My body was thrumming with excitement and anticipation and I was counting on Stone having the same delicious problem. I made my way to the shower and ditched the tiny panties, turning the hot water on and deliberately moaning louder than usual as the spray hit my back. I grinned as I heard the bed groan and Stone’s loud exhalation of frustration. This kinky stuff was actually fun!

I didn’t linger in the shower very long – Stone wasn’t known for his patience. I thoroughly dried my skin and then moisturised, making my skin baby-soft. I glanced at the stack of lingerie I’d stashed there earlier and hesitated several moments.

“Evelyn,” Stone growled in warning from the other room, obviously annoyed I hadn’t immediately gone to him after my shower.