Mistress Christmas: Wild West Boys (8 page)

“No. Just relaxed.”

“Good. Jets coming right up.”

Bubbles frothed and Holly closed her eyes, wondering if the water temperature, the sexual satisfaction, or the man’s silent, comforting presence allowed her to loosen up so thoroughly. Her body went boneless. Nothing existed except the humid scent of the water, the
blub blub blub
of the whirlpool, and the quiet strength of the man holding her.

After a while the timer dinged and the jets turned off. She arched her back and her butt pressed into the erection that hadn’t deflated a bit since they’d been skin-to-skin in the shower.

“More bubbles?”

“No. I’m good.”

“You wanna get out?”

“Why’re you being so accommodating?” she teased.

“Because I’ve got a beautiful nekkid woman plastered against me. Brings out my chivalrous side.” Nick kissed the spot below her ear. “It’s a part of my personality I usually keep hidden.”

“Why?”

“Don’t we all have aspects of ourselves we don’t share with the world at large?”

Holly shrugged. “I guess.”

“So…tell me something about yourself that no one else knows.”

That was an odd request. “Why?”

“It’ll be fun hearing your deeply hidden thoughts.”

“If I share, that means you will too?”

“Yep. Turnabout is fair play. Come on. Tell me a secret.”

She frowned. “A secret like I stole a piece of candy when I was five and never got caught?”

“Is that true?”

“No. I’ve never stolen anything in my life.” Was it her imagination or did Nick’s posture stiffen?

Lightly, he said, “I was actually thinking a juicier tidbit. You know. Like you secretly jump on a trampoline in your backyard nekkid. Or you spent a weekend at a nudist colony. Or you went skinny-dippin’ in the neighbor’s pool when he was out of town.”

“Why am I naked in all your scenarios?”

Nick trailed his hand from the tip of her fingers to her forearm, across her bicep in a sensual glide. Her skin rippled beneath his slow and steady touch. “Because I like picturing you nekkid, even when you’re already nekkid in my arms.”

“I hate to disappoint you, but I haven’t done anything nearly that daring.” She paused, half-afraid she’d disappoint him if she didn’t confess to an outlandish and stripper-worthy scenario.

“Nothin’? Come on, spill it. I ain’t gonna judge you.”

“Well. This one time? At band camp?”

He chuckled against her neck and it sent tingles down her front, her back and everywhere in between.

“Smarty-pants.”

“The truth is, you’ve got the wrong idea about me, Nick. I’ve never done anything wild. This”—her gesture incorporated the bathroom—“being here with you, having sex with a perfect stranger, is the most adventurous thing I’ve ever done.”

She suspected his silence meant he didn’t believe her.

“Seriously. I’m hopelessly square.”

“I beg to differ.” Nick smoothed his palm over the line of her hip. “There’s not a square thing about you. You’re all exquisite, tempting curves. I could just eat you up, sweet darlin’.”

“Didn’t you already do that?”

“Once ain’t enough.” He squeezed her ass between his powerful thighs and his cock twitched against the small of her back. “Not nearly enough.”

Her stomach knotted, remembering the surety of his mouth as he’d licked and slurped her to a frenzy. She wanted to give him the same mindless satisfaction he’d given her.

Feeling daring, she floated to the other side of the tub.

“Was it something I said?”

Holly nodded.

“What?”

“You said turnabout is fair play.”

Liquid heat sparked his eyes.

“So, why don’t you park that sexy butt up on the edge and let me have a chance at eatin’
you
up.”

Didn’t have to ask him twice. Water sloshed over the rim of the tub as Nick climbed into position.

Holly glided back and kept her gaze on his cock. When she licked her lips and wrapped those slender fingers around the root…he almost shot all over those delectable breasts.

She didn’t tease. No soft licks. Or tormenting breaths. No seductive nuzzle of his sac. Or whispering kisses up the length of his shaft. Holly just swooped down and swallowed him whole.

“Jesus.”

Her head bobbed fast. Her hand stroked faster. Her pace was relentless. Determined.

And fast. Way too fast.

Amazing as it felt surrounded by that tight, suctioning heat, she was going after him with such zeal he was on track to the speediest orgasm ever.

Was that her intent?

Nick nudged his thumbs in the hollows of her cheeks and stopped the motion. “Holly?”

Holly’s expression read pure panic as his dick slipped from her mouth. “What? Am I doing it wrong?”

“No. God no. It’s just…what’s the hurry?”

Crimson spread across her cheekbones and she ducked her face from view. “Sorry.”

“Hey. No reason to be sorry.”

“It’s just…I’ve never been very good at this sort of thing.”

That softly spoken admission damn near ripped all the air from his lungs, mostly because he knew it’d been hard as hell for her to admit.

Or she was lying.

Damn the cynical part of his brain. “Can you look at me?”

She shook her head.

“Please?”

Again, she shook her head.

Nick fisted his hand in her hair and forced her chin up. Not a lie in her eyes, just pure humiliation.

“Listen. You didn’t do a goddamn thing wrong. I love what you’re doin’. Every suck. Every lick. Every stroke. That mouth of yours is wickedly good. But I wouldn’t mind if you’d take it a little slower.” He traced the pouty swell of her bottom lip with the center of his thumb. “I sure like seeing these full, pretty lips stretched around my cock. I love the feeling as you’re takin’ me deep into this hot, wet mouth. I love the way you curl your tongue under the sweet spot beneath the head when you pull back.

“It’s sexy as shit having you on your knees in front of me. That’s why I want you to go slow. Because I wanna savor it, Holls. This first time of you lovin’ me with your mouth means too much for it to be over so quickly. And at the rate we were goin’…it was almost over when I stopped you.”

“So you didn’t stop me because you were disappointed in my technique?”

“Oh hell no. I’m just embarrassed to be so quick on the trigger.” Nick gave her a sheepish smile and pushed a silky section of hair behind her ear. “You’re in charge, but have pity on me, darlin’, ’cause I’m the one with no control when your sweet, hot mouth is on me.”

His confession appeared to soothe her. She offered him a sassy smile. “I’m really in charge?”

“Yep.”

“Does that mean I can do whatever I want?”

“Within reason. No pain games.”

“I’m not into pain. I’m into seeing your body light up like a Christmas tree with the orgasm I’m gonna wring from you.”

He murmured, “Touché.”

Holly kept her bright eyes on his as she leaned down and swallowed him again, but as she slowly released him, she scraped her teeth up his length with just the right amount of pressure, balancing on that deliciously sharp edge of pleasure and pain, before she freed the tip with a soft
pop
.

“Holy mother of saints.”

She chuckled and the vibration zipped up, like his dick had become a lightning rod. Holly began a game of tease and retreat. Sucking. Backing off to paint his purple cockhead with little whips of her wet tongue. Then swirling her lips over the thick ridge separating the stem from the tip. Breathing on the damp spots, sending a rippling quiver up his belly as her fist jacked him off. The humming, sucking sensations danced across his skin like fire.

Then she’d stop, nuzzle his inner thigh and start over again.

Was she aware her firm grip at the base of his dick acted like a cock ring? That he teetered on the brink, craving that molten blast of release, only to be jerked back?

Nick watched her reveling in the power, almost as if it were a new experience.

Nah. Couldn’t be. Holly held men enthralled every damn night. She was used to power.

Wasn’t she?

When Holly looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes, his balls drew up hard as chestnuts.

“I’m gonna…you don’t have to…” Nick could scarcely get the words out and he stopped his hips from bumping up.

“Don’t you dare deny me. Give it to me. All of it. Now.” The hand circling the base of his cock loosened and moved in tandem with Holly’s bobbing, intensifying the pressure of her mouth.

“Oh. Yes. Like that. I’m fixin’ to… Fuck!” Nick clamped his hands on Holly’s head and slammed deep as wave after wave of come pulsed out his twitching cock and coated her tongue.

The roaring in Nick’s head was as loud as the whirlpool jets had been earlier. Once he was fairly sure he wouldn’t slip into a coma and drown, he slumped back against the wall with a drawn-out sigh.

Water splashed as Holly retreated.

He missed her warmth and the touch of her hand on his body. Nick’s eyes flipped open.

A cute set of lines wrinkled her forehead as she squinted at him. Wariness stayed on her face, in her eyes, as she kept backing away.

Nick slithered into the tub and stalked her. “You’re running out of places to go. And I don’t understand why you’re trying so hard to get away from me anyway.”

“I-I…” She licked her lips. “Did you like that?”

“I loved it.” He hauled her into his arms, pressing their upper bodies together. Man. He went half hard again at the sensation of those heavy breasts rubbing against his bare chest. “I kinda got the impression you liked doin’ it.”

Holly nodded against his neck. “It shocked me you weren’t in a hurry to get off. Every time I’ve done it before, it’s been like, get me off, or get me close to the point so I can stick it in you.”

“Been with some real winners, haven’t you?”

“Yeah.” Holly’s lips glided across his collarbone. “Will you think I’m some kind of freak if I admit I haven’t really had that much experience in the…ah…dating world?”

“How much inexperience are we talking here?”

She shrugged.

“Darlin’, you brought it up.” Nick lazily trailed his fingers up and down her back.

“Five,” she blurted.

“Five what?”

“I’ve slept with five guys.” Holly angled to look in his eyes. “Including you.”

Nick kept his surprise in check. His cop side searched her eyes and her face for the lie. Finding none, a purely primitive male instinct of
mine mine mine
rolled through him. He reconnected their mouths in a kiss so tender he felt her satisfied sigh slip into his soul.

Suddenly she stiffened and broke free when his tongue swept between her lips. “Oh, you probably wish I would get a drink first—”

“No.” He sucked on her tongue before releasing it. “I wanna know how my come tastes in your mouth.” Then Nick swamped her with kisses that caused her to writhe against him. Kisses that plainly said she wanted him again as much as he wanted her.

This time Nick backed away first and rested his forehead to hers. “Again, Holly. Like this. Wrapped tightly together, looking in each other’s eyes, slipping and sliding as we’re making love in a cocoon of water.”

She scattered kisses over his jawline to his ear. “But all the condoms are in the bedroom.”

“Damn. Then I guess I’ll have you all slippery and wet in bed.” He helped her stand. His gaze traveled down her long, curvy torso and zeroed in on the droplet trickling from her belly button. He placed his mouth over that shallow dent and sucked the water out.

Holly gasped and goose bumps popped up across her skin.

When she turned, giving him a glimpse of that fabulous ass, he groaned. “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.”

Straddling the tub, she gave a sexy butt wiggle before she spun back around. Her face distorted as she lost her balance, listed sideways, and crashed to the floor.

Chapter Seven

Holly’s shoulder smacked into the tile as she hit. Her leg twisted, scraping her knee on the lip of the tub as she tried to keep from doing the splits. Naked. Her arm ended up pinned underneath her body and as she rolled to free it, she whacked her forehead into the metal base of the shower stall.

She squeezed her eyes shut at the immediate burst of pain and the flash of embarrassment.

Oh yeah. Holly North; grace personified.

“Shit!” Water splashed her prone body as she heard Nick hopping out of the tub. “Holly? You all right?”

Good Lord. The last thing she needed was to see his look of pity, so she didn’t answer or move.

“Sweet baby, open your eyes for me.”

Sweet baby? Her eyes flew open at his new term of endearment. He’d crouched, focusing his gaze on her forehead. “Let’s get some ice on that before it swells up more.”

Great. It must look hideous if Nick was concerned it could look worse.

He stood and grabbed two bath towels, draping one over her front and one over her back. Before she could protest, he lifted her into his arms.

“Put me down. I can walk.”

“Screw that. I like carrying you.”

The hard set to his jaw meant arguing was futile. So she kept mum as he strode into the bedroom.

With infinite gentleness, he laid her on the bed. He dried her wet body and tossed the towels on the floor. He propped his hip next to hers and brushed the damp tendrils from her cheek. “Where else are you hurt?” Nick caressed her arm. “Here?”

Holly shook her head.

“What about here?” His fingertips traced every bone in her ribcage.

She shook her head again.

“I can see the scrape on your knee. But do you feel like you twisted either ankle?”

Another head shake.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

She nodded.

“Where?”

“My pride,” she choked out, failing to hold back the tears. “God. I’m such a klutz. And now I’ve ruined the whole night.” Holly closed her eyes and sobbed.

Nick didn’t vanish at the sight of a woman’s tears like most men she knew. Rather, he held her hand and repeatedly feathered his thumb over her knuckles, while stroking the sopping wet hair from her face.

Finally she regained control and looked at him. “Sorry.”