A Dangerous Game (2 page)

nipples were already erect and the cool air tightened them even more.

She knew he enjoyed seeing them like that, small and hard.

"Oh yes, I can satisfy you," she promised.

His eyes took her in admiringly.

"That's cheating," he said.

"And if you were a young man I'd be interested in your arse, not your

chest.

Turn over."

She turned lazily, and felt him pull the jeans down to her knees.

"You'd be the butch one, would you?"
 
she murmured.

"Well, we've just established that you haven't got what it takes," he

agreed.
 
He straddled her suddenly, pinning her down.

"But I have."
 
She felt the warmth and weight of his body and the

growing strength of his erection against her buttocks.

"I could take you as if you were a boy," he whispered, close to her

ear.

"Would you like that?"

The suggestion excited her.
 
She had never tried sex that way before.

She could feel his body trembling in anticipation; the idea obviously

also appealed to him.
 
She found that surprising.
 
They had discussed

some mild sexual fantasies before, and played out some of them Anton's

included watching her doing a strip tease, and oral sex in unusual

places, including the storeroom at the hospital but he had never

mentioned this one.

He dragged the jeans off completely and she pretended to resist him,

laughing, struggling and kicking She knew she could have escaped from

him quite easily; in fact, she guessed, he would probably have been

shocked at how easily.
 
But now she let him push her down roughly, his

hand on her back.

"Behave yourself," he growled.

"Or you'll get a spanking first, and then a fucking!"

She was startled at this unexpected piece of play acting, and by her

own hot rush of excitement at the aggressive way he was treating her.

The fantasy of being at his mercy was highly stimulating.
 
She would

love it if he indulged in a little erotic spanking.
 
No man had ever

spanked her before.

But instead he turned her on to her stomach, man handled her into

position, and pulled her legs open even wider.
 
She felt the end of his

cock probing her anus.
 
She was not sure if she would like this new

experience but she was aroused enough by now to want to try it, and to

try it there and then!
 
She wanted to feel him push his way inside her.

She wanted to feel him come, even if she didn't have her own pleasure.

She knew he would satisfy her afterwards with his mouth or his hands.

But having started his unorthodox advance, Anton hesitated.
 
He still

clasped her tightly, holding her captive, but he seemed reluctant to

penetrate her.
 
Hoping to tempt him into behaving in a more forceful

manner, she pretended to struggle again.

She realised, too late, that it was a mistake.
 
He pulled back at

once.

"Don't worry," he murmured, close to her ear.

"I won't hurt you.
 
I wouldn't do anything you didn't like."

"Don't be stupid!"
 
she muttered, angry now.

"Fuck me!"
 
She reached backwards and gripped his cock.
 
She heard him

groan as she tightened her hand around it and tugged.

"Put this thing in me.
 
Do it now!"

"All right."
 
She could hear the excitement rising in his voice now.

"You want it!
 
You can have it!"

His cock slid out of her grasp and nudged between her legs.
 
She was

already very wet, and he slid vigorously against her, anointing himself

with her musky secretions.
 
He probed again, searching for her

entrance, then, just as he was about to plunge into her, quickly

withdrew.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"It'll hurt you.
 
I can't -' He rolled away from her on to his side,

with his back to her.
 
She knew he wouldn't go on now, and didn't

bother to try and encourage him.
 
She also knew that he was embarrassed

at his behaviour.
 
She reached out and touched his shoulder.

"It's OK," she said softly.

"I shouldn't have started this," he began.

"I wanted it.
 
Truly."

"Perhaps another time," he mumbled.

But she knew it was a cover-up.
 
He would not try anything unorthodox

again.
 
Mr.
 
Nice Guy, she thought ruefully.
 
What a pity I'm not your

Mrs.
 
Nice Girl.
 
He shifted on to his back, and she realised that he

had lost his erection.
 
Reaching down, she caught hold of his cock.

"Bet you I can make you come in two minutes flat?"
 
she challenged.

He smiled rather wanly.

"Do you really want to?"

"Oh, Anton," she said briskly, "stop trying to turn me into a bloody

martyr.
 
It's not my style."
 
She twisted round on the bed, and moved

her lips over him, licking him lightly with the tip of her tongue.

"Two minutes," she said.

"Time me."

"I can't see the clock," he said.

"Tough," she said.

"You'll have to trust me."

She enclosed the tip of his cock in her mouth, and felt him push

upwards.
 
Moving with him, grasping him lightly with her teeth and

letting them scrape over his sensitive skin in a way she knew he

enjoyed, she brought him to the edge of orgasm much quicker than she

expected.
 
Anton never came in her mouth.
 
He pulled away from her and

held himself as the spasms of orgasm shook him.
 
Then Jacey heard a

contented sigh.

"I won," she said.

"I believe you," he said.

"What do I do?
 
Pay a forfeit?"

"Buy me a meal maybe?"
 
she suggested.

He propped himself up on one arm.

"I was going to."

She swung her feet off the bed.

"You fibber.
 
When?"

"Next week."
 
She stood up and walked away from the bed, taking off his

leather jacket as she went.

"Where are you going now?"
 
he asked.

"To make coffee," she said.

"I can make coffee too, you know.
 
How come you never let me?"

"I've tasted it," she said.

"My coffee isn't that bad."

"You coffee is appalling."

He grinned.

"Actually, my mother would agree."
 
He paused.

"I'm sure you'll get on well with her."

She stopped and turned.
 
She had an idea where this was leading.

"Anton, I haven't time to take a holiday in France."

"You don't need to be said.

"Mother's coming over here."
 
She stared at him blankly.

"You'd forgotten," he accused.

"I told you, mother is coming over for my birthday.
 
My sister's coming

down from Leeds.
 
We're all going for a celebration, a slap-up meal.

You too."

She had forgotten.
 
His birthday, she thought, I forgot about his

birthday.
 
How could I?
 
Easily, she realised.
 
I often forget my own,

but I can hardly tell him that.

"You'll see what a nice family I have," he teased her.

"And they'll see what a nice girlfriend I have.
 
I've told them so much

about you."

She wondered if her expression betrayed her feelings The last thing she

wanted was a family reunion with Anton's mother.

"I'm not your girlfriend," she said.

His expression changed.

"Then what are you?
 
We've been together for eight months.
 
Doesn't

that mean anything to you?"

"It doesn't mean I'm your property," she snapped, more sharply than she

intended.

"Oh, for God's sake!
 
Whoever said it did?"
 
His uncharacteristic flash

of temper disappeared as suddenly as it had come.

"Marriage wouldn't make you my property either.
 
It'd make you my

partner."

"I told you when we started this," she said.

"I'm not the marrying kind."

He relaxed back on the bed again, smiling.

"So you keep saying.
 
But wait until you meet my mother.

You'll love her.
 
And she's determined to have you as a

daughter-in-law."

I don't need this, Jacey thought, I really don't need this.
 
How can I

get out of it?"

As if on cue, the phone rang.
 
And when she picked it up she knew that

she might have found her answer.

Major Fairhaven was exactly as Jacey remembered him.
 
The immaculate

hair, the immaculate suit, the little enamel badge in his buttonhole

that discreetly announced he had been in the Royal Marines.
 
She could

never imagine him as a marine.
 
But then, she thought, I can't really