For His Protection (17 page)

Brooke grabbed him by the hair and dragged his lips down to
hers. Ty kissed her, hard and mean, plunging into her mouth and jerking her
hips against his, shooting her toward orgasm.

He released her and stepped back.

Brooke stumbled, her insides screaming for more.

“All right, Ty. We’ll try it your way.”

She stepped backward until the table knocked into her
tailbone. She shimmied onto the table and dropped back against the glass,
pulling her dress to her waist.

Ty advanced, stepping between her legs and covering her
mound with his palm. “Didn’t you hear what I said?” He rubbed his palm against
her panties, sending her rocketing right back toward bliss. “I said
my
way.”

“Okay, fuck me now your way,” she pleaded.

“I’m not fucking you now, Brooke.” He jerked her panties to
the side and the pad of his thumb pressed into her clit. Her hips veered up off
the table top. “I’m going to take you home and fuck you exactly the way I
promised.”

Two fingers rubbed over her then pushed up into her pussy.
Brooke moaned and grabbed his wrist, needing more. So much more.

“But I will let you come.” He leaned over her, looking into
her face, and pushed his fingers high and hard. “I’ll let you come on my hand
so you can go back to your friend’s wedding and think about exactly how good it’s
going to be when I let you come on my cock.”

Her eyes flew wide and she stared into his as an orgasm
crashed into her. Wave after wave of muscle-clenching ecstasy. She pulled up her
knees, her nails digging into his wrist. He pushed deep and kissed her,
swallowing her soft scream.

Ty slid his fingers from her pussy and kissed her until
black spots clouded her vision then he guided her off the table and gave her
another softer kiss.

“Now go enjoy the wedding before you’re missed, bridesmaid.
I’ll be waiting.”

Brooke stared down at the handcuffs. The metal seemed extra
cold, extra hard, extra brutal against her skin.

She shivered.

That hot and cold feeling licked against her. Fear and
desire. A blend she was becoming used to experiencing. She pushed the fear
aside. Hadn’t Ty shown her so many times that there was only pleasure with him?

But handcuffs…

Bumps rose on her arms. She turned the cuffs over, considered
running to the window and throwing them out of the apartment. His footsteps
clicked toward her. She lifted her chin and held the cuffs out to him.

Ty stopped in front of her and took the cuffs. The metal
slipped from her grip one finger at a time. Her hands dropped to her sides and
she held a breath deep in her lungs.

Ty pushed the cuffs into his pocket. “How you feeling,
baby?”

“Like I want you to fuck me.”

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, drawing
her against his chest. She rested her cheek against his shoulder and closed her
eyes. He stroked her hair behind her ear. “You’re going to like this, Brooke.
You’re going to like this a lot.”

Brooke let out her breath. His words sent delicious shivers
into her blood. His heat inflamed her, thawing the cold right out. “What if I
need to stop, is there something I should say?”

Ty looked down at her. “There’s only one word you need to
say to me, love, and that’s
stop
.” His expression tightened, became more
serious, even more attentive. “You could say it now…stop this before it even
begins.”

Brooke frowned as if someone had just jerked her candy out
her hand. Stop now? Before things started?
Stopping
hadn’t crossed her
mind. Ditching the cuffs maybe, but stopping this ceased being an option the
moment she’d come on his hand in the bridal chambers and loved every dominating
moment of it.

“You could say it but you don’t want that, do you?” His
thumb brushed her cheekbone.

Brooke wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “What if my
mouth’s full?” She lowered her voice, and stared at his changing expression.
“What should I do then?”

Ty’s mouth sagged open for a moment then he laughed. The
rich, warm sound curled around her, prying loose hidden tension in her
shoulders, her back, her legs. Made her feel fluid again.

He stopped laughing and cupped the back of her neck. “If
your mouth is full, just shake your head.”

The humor faded, sending a sensuous tension snapping between
them.

“Show me how you can shake your head, Brooke.”

Her blood fizzed, sizzling right into her breasts and groin.

Brooke moved her head from side to side.

Ty’s fingers scraped the back of her neck with each back-and-forth
motion. Her nipples hardened against the soft cups of her bra. Made cotton feel
more like rough cement.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

It’d started already, Ty taking charge. Her obeying. But
even more than her will, her body obeyed. Her body clenched with anticipation,
ready to jump to his instruction. Because she knew, just knew that every
instruction would lead to sweet, delicious reward.

“Go to your room—” he said. “Take off your clothes—” He
paused and smiled, “And wait for me with your back to the door.”

She flushed hot. Almost hot enough to incinerate her clothes
right off her body. “My words? Cruel, Ty.”

“I’m going to be many things to you,” he said, pulling the
hair on the base of her scalp until her chin lifted. “But cruel will never be
one of them.” He kissed her, a bottom lip, dragging, tease of a kiss.

Brooke leaned in but he pulled back and patted her bottom.
She half laughed, half groaned and went to her room across the hallway. She
peeled off her dress and draped it across the foot of the bed. She glanced over
her shoulder at the empty door frame and ran a finger under her bra strap,
hesitating a moment before reaching behind her and unclasping the back and
tossing it on her bed. She smoothed her palms over her hips and over the sides
of her panties but didn’t take them off, just let them worry against her skin.
Her heartbeat kicked up a notch. He’d said take off her clothes. He’d taken off
all
of his when she’d given him the same instruction. A wicked piece of
her wanted to bait him. See how this little game would play out if she
resisted, if she didn’t give in completely.

See if she could trust him all the way and always.

The clink of his shoes filled the room and she stiffened. He
moved behind her and she resisted the reflex to turn, to face the person
approaching her. He paused behind her.

Right behind her.

Only a whisper away from touching. The heat of his breath
warmed the top of her head. Her nerves tingled with anticipation. She opened
and closed her fingers against her thighs until bigger, longer, harder fingers
slid between hers. Then he was against her. Laying his hard length along her
rear. Buttons and fabric gently grazed the bare skin of her back. Somehow made
her nakedness infinitely more…
naked
. He guided her hands up.

Probably to restrain them.

Probably to lock her down, cuff her.

A traitor’s ache tightened in her womb, thickened her blood
with need. But the muscles in her forearms rebelled. Twitched as her arms drew
up. Her breaths shuddered.

She pressed her fingernails into the backs of his hands. But
he’d already stopped moving them. Hadn’t yanked her arms behind her back or
above her head. Didn’t show her who was boss with his strength, his control.

He brought their joined hands to her chest.

Pressed them right over her heart.

Her heart, which hammered away under their touch. His cheek
rubbed against her temple and his slow, even breaths lulled her own back to a
slightly more regular rhythm.

Her arms relaxed. Ty’s fingers loosened and he breathed out
almost like a sigh. He kissed her temple then his mouth moved down, over her
check to her jaw, then to her neck.

Brooke sagged against him, held up by the body behind her
and the arms crossed over her chest. He moved his mouth against her skin. Every
nerve ending she possessed came awake. Sent pleasure radiating outward from his
touch.

Her nipples beaded, stood erect and waiting for the touch of
the hands clutched above them. Then all she could focus on was the flutter of
his lips, the wicked stroke of his tongue, the hard bite of his teeth, the
grate of his whiskers—kissing, licking, biting, scraping, tormenting their way
from the base of her neck to her ear.

Her eyes were open but she saw nothing. Only white.

Sensory overload.

Delirium.

Drunk on passion and he hadn’t truly begun to touch her.

His fingers left hers and covered her breasts—squeezed and
palmed them. Air hissed between her lips and she pushed her hips back, found
his hardness waiting for her, ground her backside against it.

Moisture flooded her—moisture and a raw ache.

She needed that hardness in her. And right now she’d take it
anyway he gave it to her. His touch traveled down. He pushed his hands between
her thighs, rubbed them over her. Brooke moaned, the pressure over her swollen
clit shooting sensations deep into her core.

“You want me here, Brooke?” He rubbed over that place
through her panties with his fingertips.

She grasped the fabric of his pants, pleasure streaking
through her. “Yes, Ty. I want you inside me now.” She lifted herself onto her
tiptoes and the stone-hard length of his erection rocked against the crease of
her ass.

Ty groaned and wrapped his arm around her, turning them face-forward
toward the bed. He dug in his pocket with his free hand and tossed the cuffs
onto the side table. They hit the wood with a metallic clunk.

Brooke held her breath.

This is it.

What she’d been waiting for.
Oh fuck.
Her pulse
pumped in a frenzy and bumps rose on her skin. Ty scooped up her hair and laid
it over her shoulder, exposing her back to him. He kissed between her shoulders
and ran his hands down her arms. Maybe she stopped breathing because her head
spun and all she could feel was his touch on her, running toward her hands,
drawing them to the small of her back.

He held them in one hand, caught them there in the dip of
her spine above her ass while her shoulders twitched and her fingers shook.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Waited for that cool touch of
steel, the restrictive bite of handcuffs.

His clothing rustled and her arms tensed. Then something
smooth and soft and warm circled her wrists.

Her eyes flew open and her hands uncurled. She glanced over
her shoulder.

Not cuffs—his tie.

Still warm from his neck and looped over her hands. Ty
pulled the knot closed and her wrists pressed together.

“This okay?” he asked.

Brooke nodded, letting out a giant breath.

Ty grasped her chin and kissed her with her back still to
him. Desire flared in her pussy like a puff of air on an ember. He let go of
her chin and stepped forward until her thighs brushed the edge of her bed and
the soft quilt caressed her skin. He gripped her shoulders, making slow circles
on her muscles with his thumbs until they went to jelly.

He stroked down her back and held her waist. His knee hit
the floor with a thud. Ty knelt behind her, pressed his face into her bound
hands and kissed them. She moved her fingers against his cheeks, letting his
bristles scrape her fingertips.

He grasped her panties, inching them down over her hips,
kissing the skin he revealed. He paused with her panties halfway down the curve
of her ass and sank his teeth into one cheek—not hard but not gently either.

Brooke squeaked and glanced over her shoulder. Ty looked up
at her with his mouth still on her ass. The look on his face made her want to
beg him to bite her again.
Lust, need, worship
. A look that sent those
very feelings echoing through her. He jerked her panties down the rest of the
way. They pooled on the floor.

He rubbed over her backside, thumbs circling down toward her
entrance. They pushed together between her thighs, brushing her lips.

“Say it again, Brooke. Say where you want me.”

“Inside me, Ty. Inside me now,” she said.

Ty guided her forward until she bent at the waist. Her heart
fluttered as her face approached the bed, no hands to stop herself. Ty reached
in front of her and eased her down until her cheek rested softly on the quilt.

The movement pushed her ass up, revealed her sex to him and
in that moment she knew what it truly meant to be exposed. Bent over, arms tied
behind her, bare feet pressed against the ground but still off-balance, pussy
on show.

Vulnerable
.

But impatience itched under her skin. Made any lesser
emotion impossible because Ty was about to do things to her. Things she
couldn’t wait for him to do.

He kneaded her ass with his palms. “Fuck, Brooke, do you
have any idea how hot you are like this?” He slid a hand between her legs and
over her slippery sex.

Brooke rocked back, pushing her pussy toward the pressure.

“Is this where you want me?” he whispered, two fingers
hovering over her entrance.

Brooke raised herself onto her toes, arching and straining.
“Yes.”

Ty made a wolf-like sound and pushed into her.

Filled her to the edge of completeness, a tease that sent a
scream of joy into her womb. Then it was impossible to stay still. He moved his
fingers, no gentleness this time, just that firm rhythm against a place buried
inside her only he seemed to be able to access and torment her with.

She bucked and arched, wiggled and strained.

He slid his fingers from her and she yelled something at him
that sounded vaguely like English.

Then the rough scrape of his bristles grazed the back of her
thighs. He pushed her cheeks open. Brooke gasped, her torso rising off the bed,
then his hot, wet tongue replaced his fingers. He licked over her and she
dissolved into bliss. Flew toward a blinding orgasm. Only part of her
registered the dirty thrill of being licked from behind, him accessing every
inch of her. A dirty thrill that sent another bolt of pleasure into her nerves.

He pulled her hips back hard and flicked his tongue over her
clit and shoved his fingers back into her. She came apart. Sensations bursting
out of whatever cells contained them—shuddering through her body, stiffening
some muscles yet twitching and releasing others, like some kind of bliss-filled
fit.

Ty didn’t stop. Licked and sucked her until the stroke on
her sensitized clitoris was too much and the fingers inside her created a
feeling she couldn’t take.

“Enough.” She laughed, wiggling away from his face.

Ty made a satisfied rumble against her ass then rose. Brooke
flopped forward onto the bed and closed her eyes, catching her breath.

He’d ripped the strength clean out of her.

His clothes hit the floor with a swoosh and her eyes flew
open again. Somehow her exhausted body found a way to flare with need again. A
new ache rose up to bust through her contentment.

The crisp hairs on his thighs tickled the back of her legs
and she hummed deep in the back of her throat.

“You know I’ve always wanted to have you this way,” Ty said,
“I’ve dreamed about this ass, of watching it bounce while I take you.”

His erection touched her backside and she jerked, linking
her bound hands together and holding on. He rubbed against her ass, sliding
just deep enough between her cheeks that the skin on her entire body flushed
hot.

“But not today,” he said and scooped her up and flipped her
onto her back on the edge of the bed.

Brooke wiggled against the covers, adjusting her hands
against her back, then she looked up. Her breath stopped. Ty naked above her.
His great big erection pointed right at her. His hard-muscled body rippling
with lust that seemed to jump off him in little electric waves.