The Omega Team: Spurs (Kindle Worlds Novella) (6 page)

“No, the tech’s mom met me at the highway while Andrew stayed on watch.”

She felt almost let down. “Well, damn. We could have stayed in bed.” She became aware of the smirks on the other men’s faces and her cheeks heated. Tossing her head back, she sailed past them. “Ryder, let’s go back to bed.”

Laughter followed them, and Ryder, following her up, called over his shoulder, “Very mature, men.”

“We take our fun where we find it, bro,” Andrew choked out. “Remember, safety first.”

She paused on the landing. Safety. With a five-year implant, she had no pregnancy worries, but she’d let him do her in the shower with no condom, not even a cursory health chat. What about this man made her behave so out of character?

Isbet was going right back up to that bedroom and doing it right this time! Starting with a little chat about his night table drawer.

Somehow, when Ryder closed the door behind him, the easy connection between them disappeared and tension rose. The moonlight had moved on, trapped behind clouds or maybe the angle had changed enough it no longer spilled into the room in glowing white beams, making everything magical and out of time.

Isbet trailed her fingers along the wall to the bedside table and flicked on the lamp then turned to face him. “Feels weird they know we’re up her and they think we…we….” She swallowed hard. “What business is it of theirs, anyway?”

He shrugged, suppressing his own discomfort. “If you’d been in the service, which you weren’t, of course, you’d recognize a little friendly teasing between buddies.”

Her stare could have melted bone. “You’re on that again. Look, I told you I was not in the military. However, I was part of another government team, and I had buddies. It was top secret, and I haven’t been 100 percent released. Which is totally pissing me off. Like your idiot relatives with their damn smirks!” Pacing up to him, she gave him a shove, which of course didn’t move him an inch. “Doesn’t their nosiness bother you at all?” Tears filled her eyes, which he could only see this close. “I don’t just fall into bed with any guy who asks. I thought what we had was special.”

“It is special.” He fixated on a scratch on the oak floor, unable to bear the tears in such a tough woman. Tears he didn’t understand. “But you said you only wanted one night together.”

“One very special night!” she spat out. “And they ruined it.”

His leg hurt more with each word, and he didn’t have a clue how to defuse her anger, so he grabbed her and kissed her. To his amazement and delight, she kissed him back, her soft lips parting under his. Her arms looped around his neck, and she hung on tight, her fingers linking at his nape.

He wouldn’t waste another moment of their “one special night.” “Not ruined,” he murmured against her lips and stepped back. “Not ruined at all.” Guiding her toward the bed, Ryder paused by the nightstand. “Want to have a little cowboy type adventure?” He held his breath, waiting for her reaction. If she’d seen the contents of his drawer—and how could she not?—she’d probably have a clue what he meant.

Her words sank into his soul like a lead balloon. “I don’t know, Ryder. What about your leg? Shouldn’t you just get some rest? God knows what the morning will bring.”

“Sshh,” he said, stroking her cheek. “Do I look tired?” He probably looked worse than tired, but he hoped she’d salve his pride and not say so.”

“If you’re sure.” Brown eyes sparkling, she tilted her head back. “Why not? What do you have in mind? Something from that naughty cowboy drawer of yours?”

Ryder fluffed her curls and dropped a kiss on her nose. “I thought it might be fun to bring out a few of my toys and play together. If you’re game?”

“Gonna lasso me, cowboy?”

His slow grin melted her insides. “With your permission, ma’am.”

She shivered. No man had ever made her feel so small, so desirable, so feminine. “You may lasso me, then.”

“I plan to do more than that. Trust me?”

His gaze held no guile, and she wanted that gorgeous body again, wanted him to make her his. Wanted just one time with no holding back, no hesitation. She wanted to forget about the morning and everything it might bring. “I do.”

Ryder pulled his T-shirt over his head and smiled down at her. In the lamplight, his tanned skin was smooth and perfect, and she lay back on the bed and watched. With his jeans still on, no sign of any disfigurement was visible and she could almost forget her worry about his leg. In fact, she would force herself to.

After tonight, they’d deal with the bad guys then go their own ways. She had to find a way to break with her former organization if she was going to make a life and he would, hopefully, heal and return to the career he loved. She’d loved hers once, too.

She shivered again, and he frowned. “You’re cold.” She wasn’t. The wind had died down at some point, and, though the window was still open, the heat between them created a whole different kind of trembling. Still, she lay quiet, watching him move to the window and jerk it closed, cutting off most of the outdoor sounds, shutting them in together.

Ryder returned to her side and bent to kiss her. His lips were firm against hers, moving in a demanding way, taking, not asking. Her core clenched at her realization he wasn’t going to ask any more permission. He sat her up and drew her T-shirt over her head then unsnapped her bra and eased it over her shoulders. Silent, determined. He unbuttoned her jeans and, laying her back, slid them over her hips to her feet. Pausing to tug off her boots, he followed them with her jeans and then laughed.

“Commando?”

“Looked good on you,” she replied. “We were in a hurry.”

“Yet you put on a bra.”

“I didn’t want to be bouncing all over the place if we had to go after the bad guys.”

He nodded. “Smart.”

Reaching into the drawer of erotica, he pulled out a length of coiled rope. “Hands.”

She held them out to him and watched as he looped it around her wrists over and over then tugged her bound hands over her head and fastened them to the heavy pine posts at the top of the bed. “You look good like that, too,” he said.

“So do you.” God she’d never taken her fantasies into reality before.

“Not for long.” He held a kerchief up and folded it into a long rectangle. Bringing it to her face, he said, “Lift your head.” Amazing how awkward that was, when her hands were above it, but she managed and the light disappeared behind the kerchief tied around her face. “You okay in there?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her heart rate zooming the instant he stepped back. She strained to make out what he might be doing. To remember what she’d seen in the drawer.

His hand closed around her ankle, and the scratchiness of the rope enclosed it. He tugged it to the side and then reached for the other. She felt open, vulnerable, her legs bound wide open.

What was he going to do?

Maybe this was a bad idea. She opened her mouth to say so, but his lips were on her throat, and she swallowed the words, focused on the sensation. On the heat, the scrape of his five o’clock shadow against her skin. He nipped her earlobe, and his breath ignited her skin everywhere it touched.

“Ready to play?” He bit a little harder, toying with her lobe.

She nodded, but he hadn’t waited for an answer. His weight dipped the mattress at her side and something cool and a little sharp pressed into the skin at her wrist. It moved down her inner arm, slowly. Her skin woke up, a bit at a time. He reached her underarm and then started on the other wrist, the teeth the wheel—it must be one of those little wheels she read about, what were they called? Wartenberg wheels? She hadn’t seen one in the drawer, but ohhhh….

Leaving her arms behind, the wheel traveled down her shoulder toward her left breast. It rolled its way over the upward swell and around the nipple. She felt like her whole body was an erogenous zone. “That feels…it feels…,”

“What does it feel like?” he breathed in her ear, his deep voice adding layers to her arousal. “Good?”

“Amazing,” she sighed.

He chuckled and continued to circle her nipple, running over it then going around again. Just when it became almost too much, when her breast’s sensitivity approached pain, he rolled to the other one and gave it the same treatment. She felt raw, exposed, and a trickle of liquid from her pussy slid between her ass cheeks.

The evil, awesome little device dug in deeper, crossing the line into true pain, but she didn’t care anymore, she wanted, “More.”

“All you want.” But the sensual torture stopped. For a moment. “Ever try nipple clamps?”

No…
. “Not yet.”

He pinched her nipples, and she held her breath. “You might like it sometime.”

He wasn’t going to do it? Was she disappointed or happy about that? Not a clue, because the evil wheel was biting its way down her abdomen. She held still, not wanting it to stop, her breath catching.

She pictured the wheels she’d seen online. They were not too sharp, not breaking skin, but it felt like ten times what she’d imagined it might. How could her whole body become an erogenous zone?

Isbet arched her back, and a warm mouth closed around her nipple, sucking it in and lapping over the beaded tip. “Yes, please….”

She had become incapable of real conversation but wanted him to go on. The wheel rolled over her mound, and his mouth moved to her other breast. Her head thrashed on the pillow and her hands strained. She wanted to touch him, but she loved the feeling of helplessness at the same time.

He released her breast and kissed her abdomen, following the trail the toy had taken. Pausing at her belly button, Ryder dipped inside and licked it.
Ohhh
. He kissed her mound and was gone. He returned in a moment.

“So smooth.” His palm lay heavy over her naked pussy. She kept it waxed, and she’d never been gladder for her little vanity. He lay between her legs, his broad shoulders pressing them wider apart. The teeth of the wheel rolled over her lips and he parted them with his fingers then moved the toy over her clit. A surge of moisture followed the first between her cheeks.

“I think you like this.” He slid a finger inside her. “So tight. And so wet. I have to taste.”

Yes! Yes!
she shouted in her head, but only a whimper emerged from her throat when he took a tentative lick of her aching pussy. She tried to lift her hips toward him, but her legs were bound so tightly she couldn’t get the angle.

“You’re sweet, darlin’.” He licked her with the flat of his tongue, from front all the way to the back. “I could eat you all night long.” Ryder closed his mouth over her pussy and sucked, his tongue working her at the same time. He withdrew his finger and let it glide down to where her juices ran freely. “But there are so many more things I want to do to you.” His finger, lubed with her moisture, rounded her back door. “Even here…I want to take you here, too.”

Dear God, he kissed and licked her cunt, lapping up her juices and working the tip of his finger into her where nobody had ever been. She’d let him do anything right now. “Yes,” she whispered.

He intensified his sucking, and when his teeth closed over her clit and held it just a little too hard, she shrieked her pleasure, coming so hard she shook from head to foot. Behind the blindfold, stars shot in her vision, gold and silver, metallics of all shades. Her hands flexed in their bonds.

Ryder kissed her belly and then pulled the kerchief away. When her vision cleared, she saw him resting his chin on her stomach, his face shiny with her cream. “I want to see those beautiful brown eyes when I fuck you, darlin’.”

With her previous lovers—all two of them—she’d been so done after coming. If they even bothered to make her come. But she wanted him even more.

“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, tied up in my bed. Maybe I’ll keep you like this forever.”

If he asked her to sign something agreeing to that this moment, she’d do it. But the practical voice far back in her head reminded her of the temporary nature of their loving. He grew dearer to her, more necessary to her happiness with each moment. She should just let him take his pleasure then go back to her room. Neither of them was in a good place for a relationship.

Lust, fortunately, prevailed. Hungry, needy, she watched him roll the condom over his long, straight cock. So large, if she hadn’t already taken him, she’d be afraid she wouldn’t be able to. He bent close, the head pointed at her sweet spot. Gripping her hips, rising over her like the god he looked more like every time she saw him, he fitted the head of his dick into her, rocked his hips, and filled her with his hot manhood. She’d never felt so stretched, so…whole. She couldn’t regret the condom. They’d managed to miss the health talk again, but they’d have it later. There wasn’t going to be a later.

There was a now!

He glided back and forward again, deeper, stretching her more to accommodate him. Her natural lubrication held strong, helping him to drive deep into her core until he banged on her cervix. She gasped.

He eyed her, a question in his gaze, but she shook her head. “I’m fine. Whatever you do, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She tightened around him, her juices flowing more freely, a soup of sex and lust and heat. He sped up, plundering her, sliding over her G-spot every time he retreated and then stretching her wider with each advance. He took her over completely. She didn’t know where she ended and he began, and it didn’t matter. Not anymore.

They were one being in the night, the lamplight emphasizing the planes and angles of his magnificent torso. She wanted him inside her, in more than just her body. Nobody ever reached so deeply into her and found her heart.

“Isbet, darlin’, come for me.”

She flew away, and when she landed, he was arched over her, the agony of orgasm stretching his face into a caricature of itself, but one that moved her deeply. Her legs strained; she wanted them around him. With a giant thrust, he emptied himself into her, searing semen filling the condom. Then he dropped over her, braced on his forearms, panting.

They lay like that, breaths slowing to normal, him still inside her. She wished she could hold him. “Can we stop time? Stop it now?” she asked.
Lame, Isbet. Needy. You only feel like that because it’s been a long time.
Lying to herself couldn’t fix the situation, though.