REVEAL - Scorpio & Harlan (Fettered Book 2) (15 page)

B
e my guy
.

I freeze. Being her guy is totally different than being her Dom.

She looks up at me and her heart is in her eyes. “Hang out at my apartment with me and eat pizza and binge-watch bad TV. Help me find a couch we won’t break. Walk on the beach with me so we can freeze our asses off and then find a fun way to warm up. Be my guy, Harlan—not just my Dom.”

I can’t breathe. She’s totally assaulted all the walls I have left. I kneel down on the floor, since that’s where I feel like I’m headed anyhow, and pull her into my arms.

This is not a scene. This is a man and a woman and there are no rules and no safewords and nothing in my training remotely knows what to do. But I do. I hold her to my heart, because that’s the only part of me left that knows how to speak and let the impossible tenderness that lives there wrap around both of us.

And then I pick her up and sling her over my shoulder, because we are so done here.

I don’t stop at the laughter behind me, or the helpfully shouted suggestions that will probably shock all the poor vanilla folks who were brave enough to come here tonight. I don’t even stop as Scorpio’s ass wiggles on my shoulder. I need her, and I need her right now, and I’m done with everything and everyone standing in the way of that.

She asked me what I want, and I don’t know all the answers yet—but I know some. It’s time to let her see them.

The bellhop’s eyes bug out of his head when I round the corner with Scorpio over my shoulder, but he scurries to push the elevator button for me. The doors slide open just as we arrive. I wait for them to close before I slide my gorgeous, disheveled woman into my arms.

Her eyes are huge, and I can see her biting back questions.

I lean down to kiss her. “This isn’t a scene, beautiful, at least not yet. Ask whatever you want.”

“Where are we going?”

I laugh, because the bubbling happiness inside me needs somewhere to go. “Up.”

She punches my bicep, hard enough to impress me with her right hook. “And after that?”

To everywhere possible. “You’ll see.” The elevator pings and opens on a small foyer. Four doors. The penthouse suites. I pick the one furthest left and swipe my thumb across the biometric scan.

The door opens slowly, and I watch Scorpio’s face as she catches her first glimpse of what lies inside. A slow, astonished inhale, and then her eyes are on mine, full of questions.

I touch the silky smoothness of the small of her back and nudge her forward.

She steps in with the slow dignity of a princess or a wedding processional. And then she stops.

I know what she sees. The music, the candlelight, the rose petals. Simple and not very imaginative—but all of it done by my hands.

She’s looking around. Taking it all in. “You had this all set up. Before.”

She doesn’t have to say before what. I’ll never forget her words.
Be my guy.
“Yeah.”

She’s grinning. “You know, we’ve never actually had sex.”

I groan, and it’s all I can do to keep my hands off her. “You think I don’t know that?”

She spins to face me and her eyes are lit up with soft, embarrassed joy. “You did this for me. For our first time together.”

“You deserve soft and sexy and romantic.” And she wants it, which matters a hell of a lot more. “I know I don’t usually come across as the guy who wants that, or who can provide it.”

She snorts. “You mean the guy with the big marshmallow heart under his tats? Do you think I’m blind?”

I growl, which just makes her laugh. She leans up and kisses me. “Tough guy.”

It’s time to show her the best part. “Take one more look, because it’s going to be a while before we’re back down here.”

I feel her surprise, but I don’t answer it. I take her hand instead. I’m done with words. For the rest of tonight, it’s all about showing her.

I
have
no idea where we’re going, but he does. Up the winding staircase in the corner of our suite to a small landing space and a door. He pushes it open and the cold of a fall Seattle night rushes in.

His lips touch my shoulder. “Trust me.”

I absolutely do.

He takes me out onto the rooftop, and I’m expecting cold, but it isn’t at all. The heat registers first, the warmth emanating from magical outdoor columns of fire and light. And in the midst of them—a bed. An enormous one piled high with quilts and pillows and decadence.

The kind of bed where promises are made.

And promises are kept.

A cold breeze sneaks in to brush against my nipples, the slinky gold dress no barrier at all, and Harlan’s hands aren’t far behind. “Cold?”

His body is pressing into me from behind, and sometime in the last minute he’s lost his jacket and his shirt. I lean back into his warmth. “No.”

His fingers are doing devilish things to my nipples. “I want to take you over to that big bed and make love to you until neither of us can move anymore. But first I’m going to bend you over against that railing and take you fast and hard where everyone can hear. I need to be inside you.”

I have no idea if we’re in a scene or not and I don’t care. I push my ass back against his erection, begging. “Please.”

He’s already moving, taking us both to where he wants us, putting my hands down on the cold metal rail of the rooftop that overlooks all of Seattle. “Hold on here.” He runs his hands down my arms, down my back, sliding my dress up over my head and my panties down my legs. I feel the cool wind blow over my exposed parts and then his fingers dive into my dripping pussy. The sound he makes is profane, and totally sacred.

He bends down behind me, licking me as he slides my feet out of my shoes and up onto some kind of blocks. Stepping stones. Raising me up to exactly the height he needs.

The man came seriously prepared.

I can hear myself keening, whimpering, letting him know with every sound how badly I need him inside me. Letting all of Seattle hear. This magic can’t be anything but goodness in the world.

He gives my pussy a light swat, and then he’s licking me from behind again, drinking me up, and it’s all I can do to stay on my feet. His hands move up my thighs, holding me, spreading me further open to his tongue. “You taste like heaven, beautiful.”

I have no words left. I just moan and lean back into his face. Slow can come later.

His hands have no mercy. They demand that I stay right where he’s put me and let his tongue ravage me and careen myself into the screaming orgasm he’s driving my way.

If anyone in Seattle is listening, I hope they have a sexy friend nearby.

I nearly bang my head on the railing I come so hard, and then he’s up behind me, and I’m reaching back for the beautiful slide of his cock into me, crying out from the epic rightness of it. He pulls my chest up, kissing my neck and ravishing my breasts and holding my hips as he rocks inside me.

I take one timeless moment to breathe in what it is to be filled by this man—and then I lean forward, grab the rails with everything I’ve got, and tilt my hips in desperate demand.

His hands land on me, and then all that exists is the wet, slapping music of his body driving into mine, his hips melding with my ass, his cock moving fast and fierce and deep inside me.

I hear the savage noises that must be his, and then realize they’re mine. His hands grip my hips even harder, and the sounds that rise out of his throat to meet mine are all I need. I let go, launching the million pieces of me into the sky and pleading with him to come with me.

Together we rise, we rage, we explode into each other.

I don’t let go of the railing, knowing that it and his still-pulsing cock are all that are keeping me on my feet. And then even that isn’t enough, and I’m liquid, human goo who’s only standing because he’s being all my bones. His arm cradles me into his chest, holding tighter. I arch my hips, rocking backward, because he’s still hard inside me and I’m not nearly done with feeling that.

“Shh.” His other hand plays in the dripping folds around my clit as he rocks with me, tiny thrusts that feel like they reach all the way to my heart. “Easy. Just hold still and let me send you over again while I’m inside you like this.”

I want to protest, to tell him I can’t stand any more, that there’s no blood left to feed my brain. Instead, I can feel my body responding to his fingers. Readying for him—a slow, quivering tide of molten fire this time.

“That’s it, beautiful. Let me hear you.”

Even my whimpers are soft now. Begging sighs and breathy whispers and need so huge and so tender and so open that all I can do is drape myself over this man and give everything I am to his fingers.

His breathing in my ear is choppy, desperate, reverent.

When I come, rippling around his hardness, it feels like a prayer.

I
don’t know
how I get both of us to the bed, but somehow I do.

I don’t bother with covers. The hotel manager wasn’t wrong—his heaters are magic. There’s just enough sharpness in the air to keep us from combusting.

I lay Scorpio down long enough to switch out one condom for another one, and then I give her pussy a lick and a promise and slide my way back up her silky body. “I swear I’ll find some finesse later. Right now I just need to be back inside you.”

She’s already tipping her hips to meet me and this time I can see her eyes as I enter her. Liquid pools of desire and welcome and everything I had no idea I wanted.

I slide in, balls deep, and then I stop, because I want to be in exactly this moment and cherish it. Cherish her.

She breathes into it with me and her eyes never leave mine. They just glisten.

She’s everything—and she’s mine.

I start to move, the cool air of the night on my back and the spiraling heat of what we’re making between us everywhere else. I pull her knees up, shifting the angles so I can slide in deeper. Her eyes haze as I hit exactly the right spot inside her.

I take it slow until she whimpers in protest, and then I do what I’ve wanted to do since the first time she brought me cookies. I thrust deep into her, over and over and over again, and watch her eyes as she shatters.

Mine
. It’s the last thought I have before I go with her.

I don’t know how long it takes to breathe again, or to work out where my sweaty, satisfied body ends and hers begins. I shift a little, testing to see what body parts still work, and chuckle as she lets out a squawk of protest and locks her ankles behind my back.

Feisty sub.

I pull out, leaving my fingers in her pussy just long enough to do the condom-switching thing again, and shake my head. At this rate, I’m going to have to sneak out for a middle-of-the-night resupply—and I packed like an optimistic teenager.

I slide back in before my cock can get too sad about his missing playmate. I watch her face, looking for any signs she’s getting tender. She squeezes her inner muscles around me, her nipples hardening under her cami in the cool night air.

I want those too, and tonight I don’t plan to deny myself anything at all. I hold on and roll us over, keeping my hands on her hips just long enough for her to figure out gravity has moved, and then I have the cami off and her breasts in my hands.

She grinds on top of me, gorgeous and needy and clearly still seeking the same thing I am.

More.

She slides her hands up my chest and then pauses, looking down and grinning. “How did I not know you have a nipple ring?”

I pull her down and kiss her nose. “Because it’s mostly been you getting naked.”

She raises an eyebrow. “I’ve seen your naked chest and it totally wasn’t there.”

“I haven’t worn it for a while. Got all dolled up for you tonight.”

She’s laughing, but she’s also squiggling down to lap it with her tongue.

My cock isn’t happy about his lost playmate, so I take advantage of the distraction to slide a finger in her ass.

She squeaks and tries to bat me away.

I growl. “You’re mine, beautiful. Anywhere, anyhow, anytime.” We might be having some pretty damn vanilla sex and I might be ridiculously enjoying myself, but my Dom wants in on this too and her ass is right at the top of his list of pleasures. I tug a pillow under my head, because this I’m definitely going to want to watch. “Turn around and straddle me with your ass this way so that I can put my fingers and my cock into you at the same time.”

She points a pouty look at my nipple ring, but she’s already shifting her legs around. I keep sliding my finger in and out of her ass, and I love how she’s fumbling as she turns.

Hell, there’s nothing about this I don’t love.

I
slide
down on Harlan’s cock and waiting fingers, and shake my head as he takes me into yet another new land. One where I feel full and exposed and watched and entirely wanton.

I hope the whole city is catching a ride on whatever this is, because it feels that big.

I rock my ass back on his fingers, needing more. He growls and slaps his other hand down on my hip. “Slow down, woman, because this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and I want it to last more than three seconds.”

I have way more faith in his self-control than that, but I tilt my ass back like he’s guiding me to do, and hold as still as I can while he slides two fingers in and out of my ass. It lights up nerves I don’t even know I have, and makes it so I can feel every inch of his cock, even though I’m barely moving.

His free hand moves to rub circles on my ass cheek, his thumb pressing close to where his other fingers are moving in and out. “Tell me what you want, beautiful.”

I want too many things. I want to see his face and I want it to last forever and I want the orgasm that is coming for me as badly as I want my next breath. “Tell me what you see.”

I can hear his quick intake of air. I’ve surprised him.

I’ve surprised me, but I want to be every kind of intimate with this man, and that includes knowing more of what lives inside his head.

His fingers keep up their deadly work riling up my ass. “I see your wet pussy wrapped around my cock, and it’s reminding me how good you taste and how long I waited to be with you this way. You’re redder than you were half an hour ago, and swollen, and it makes me feel like a caveman in the best way to know I did that to you. Your ass cheeks are rocking as my fingers slide inside you, and knowing that you’re letting me watch you like this is pretty much the hottest thing ever.” He stops, chuckling as I gush wetter on his cock. “I was lying here feeling all embarrassed about my clunky words and then you go and do that and I feel pretty much like a god.”

I want, so badly, to see his face, but the picture he’s painting is so freaking erotic and gorgeous that I can’t move.

“I’m going to make you come now, beautiful. I want to feel you fucking explode all over me.”

I have just long enough for my insides to gush again and then he’s thrusting his cock up into me in time with his fingers and I can’t form coherent thoughts anymore. I can only fly, shooting up on the track he’s laying for me.

I tilt back my head and howl at the sky. And then I detonate.

When I come back to planet Earth, I’m tucked under warm covers with Harlan’s arm under my head and his thighs under one of mine and a very happy throbbing between my legs.

He trails his fingers lightly over me, leaving light trails of flame everywhere.

I curl closer, inarticulately happy.

He holds some small nibble up to my mouth and I open obediently. It tastes like breakfast in a tiny little bite—eggs and bacon and everything good. I shimmy over to the tray with the food and pick up one that looks the same and feed it to him, grinning. “This is not the kind of food you feed your lover when you plan to roll over and go to sleep.”

He kisses my cheek and feeds me another nibble. “Nope. Keep your strength up.”

It’s not strength fueling this night. This time I roll over to get at the food and his hand slides between my thighs like it lives there. “Sore?”

Yes. No. I roll back and pop more food in his mouth. “I’ll tell you if I need us to shift gears any.”

He’s still stroking, and it makes me feel like a happily demented kitten. “I’m going to carry you downstairs soon.”

I can see that the magic heaters are starting to gutter. “Thank you. This was amazing.”

He kisses me, and there’s more demand this time. “This is just getting started, beautiful. Eat up—you’re going to need it.”