Satin and Steel (15 page)

“Fucking, Rhiannon. College kids go to these parties to get laid.”

Rhee bristled, trying to hide the visceral reaction she was having at hearing that word fall from Dax’s mouth. “So?”

“So?”
Is that why you want to go, Rhiannon?

His voice was husky and his eyes, oh his eyes, they darkened with the same intensity as they had the night he had kissed her. “I need to have some college experiences, Dax! They distract me from this crazy reality I am living in where my sister is missing and I’m basically living in a warehouse.” Rhee practically shouted.
Besides, being around you makes me crazy!

Dax raised his eyebrows at her.
Fine, she wants to go get groped, that’s her business.

He tried not to notice when she left with Wince, but it was hard not to. Rhee looked smoking hot. Tight, dark jeans, a simple black tank, and those sexy heeled boots made her look like a biker’s dream. Wince looked more excited than he should. Dax noted the careful way he stood next to Rhee, and how he placed his hand on the small of her back as they made their way to the suburban. She didn’t shy away from Wince’s touch, which irritated Dax all the more.
Think the grunt is into her.
That’s interesting.

Dax thought about heading home but chose to stay at the clubhouse. Perversely, he wanted to know that the stowaway had returned safely. He also wanted to know how drunk she was when she got back. He settled into his old bed, her scent rising to his nose from the sheets.
Wonder if she sleeps commando.
Dax groaned as his cock responded to his thoughts. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text before he could think himself out of it. He switched on some girl on girl and eventually fell asleep, an image of Rhee and Charisma dancing together in his head.

Rhee knew the party was a mistake the minute she got there. She so did not fit in here! Wince made quite an impression on Kate, Lisa, and the girls who belonged to the sorority. He was handsome in his own way, and pretty built.
Funny
, Rhee thought,
I’ve never noticed him that way before.
Lisa certainly seemed to notice. The girl flirted shamelessly with Wince for half the night. He glanced back at Rhee apologetically as Lisa dragged him onto the dance floor. Rhee smiled and waved him away.
One of us should have a good time.

Her phone buzzed and Rhee pulled it from her purse absently.

Having fun yet?

A huge grin broke out on her face as she read the message.
He’s thinking of me.
What does that mean?

“Damn, girl! Bet I can make you smile like that! Wanna dance?”

Okay, the stranger was hot-hotter than any guy who had ever approached her before. But Rhee was not impressed. The guy seemed too sure of himself, and for no good reason. Rhee sized him up. His clothes were expensive, and he wore a gold Rolex.
So not my type.
She shook her head, and smiled.

“I’m not available. Thanks, though.”

His grin turned into a scowl. “Waiting for your man, huh? We still have time to play, honey.”

He grabbed her wrist to pull her out into the throng of grinding bodies. Rhee yanked her arm back and shook her head. This was going bad, fast. Luckily, Rhee didn’t have to wait to find out how this nasty little interaction would pan out. Wince was at her side in an instant.

“Problem?” Wince looked daggers at the other guy, who shrugged and took off without a backwards glance.

“Um, actually Wince, I’m ready to go.”
All I want is to curl up in bed with a book and pass out.

They were headed back to the clubhouse in a few minutes, but not before Wince had to physically pull Lisa off his jock.

“Sorry about that,” he said, abashed.

“No worries. Glad you had fun. Maybe you and Lisa…”

“Nah.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she’s not my type.”

Rhee was surprised. “Lisa’s everyone’s type.” The buxom, blond coed was always dressed to kill and had a never-ending stream of dates.

They pulled up to the clubhouse and Wince opened the door to let Rhee out. “Yeah, she’s not my kind of girl.”

“You’re kidding!” Rhee was genuinely interested at this point. They walked into the main room of the clubhouse, and Wince stopped to grab a beer. “Wow, if Lisa isn’t your type, then who is? I mean…”

Rhee wasn’t expecting Wince to kiss her. Startled, she backed into the bar as he planted his mouth firmly on her own.
Jesus, this is the third unexpected kiss I’ve had in this place!
But, unlike the flutters she felt when Charisma had kissed her, or the explosive fireworks that had gone off when Dax had possessed her lips, Rhee felt nothing as Wince sought entry to her mouth.

“Wince!” She broke free, pushing at him.

“Oh my God, Rhee, I’m sorry!” Wince looked embarrassed. “I just, well, we’ve grown pretty close and I-I care about you.”

Rhee’s heart was pounding but she felt bad for her friend. “It’s okay, Wince. Look, there’s a lot you don’t know about me. I care about you too, as one of my closest friends.”

He shook his head glumly. “Friends, right.”

“Wince, seriously! I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I really like you. You’re a great guy. Any girl would be thrilled to have you…it’s just, I’m not in that place right now. You understand right?”

Wow, the poor guy looked like he was being sentenced to jail the way he hung his head. Rhee patted his arm awkwardly, and he stood there stiffly for a few minutes before shrugging his shoulders and giving her a sheepish grin.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you. But, you’re kind of irresistible, you know that right, stowaway?”

Irresistible?!
I am anything but that…

“If you say so, Wince. Look, I’m really tired. Let’s just forget this okay?”

“Sure thing.”

Rhee walked to her room slowly, sighing to herself.
It has been a really long day.
She placed the key to her door in the lock but before she could turn it, she sensed someone behind her. Dax materialized out of the dim light, as silent as the phantom tattooed on his back. Rhee froze.

“Jesus, Dax! You scared me.” Rhee shivered slightly as he moved the hair from her neck and whispered in her ear.

“That was a touching little scene.”

“What?” she said a little breathlessly. Dax was standing so close she could feel the heat emanating from his bare chest.
Oh Jesus, Shirtless Dax in sweats.
Keep it together, Rhee!

“You and the kid.”

Rhee’s hand trembled as she opened the door. Dax propelled her into the room and kicked the door shut. Then, he stood there, arms folded, fixing an arrogant, slightly angry gaze on her.

“Well?”

“Well what, Dax?” Rhee tried to sound nonchalant, but her eyes had settled on his muscled chest and she felt color flood her cheeks. Her nipples hardened into achy little points on her chest, and that familiar surge of warm heat washed through her belly. She formed a mantra to repeat in her head to distract herself from the raw male specimen who loomed in front of her.
Don’t make a fool of yourself!
He has a girlfriend.
That kiss before
was just a mistake…wasn’t it?!

“Are you into the kid?”

“That’s none of your business.” Rhee turned away, intending to escape into the bathroom.

Goddamn it!
Dax felt like a serpent, coiled and antagonized. He struck with lethal swiftness, anticipating the girl’s attempt to get away. He grabbed her arm, hearing her squeak with alarm. He spun Rhee back to face him, and tipped her chin up. Her eyes were dilating fast, the green clouding over with inky black fear. Or was it passion?

“Maybe I need to make it my business,” he whispered.

“Why?” Rhee was practically in tears from want. She desperately wanted to twine her hands into the tall, muscled biker’s blond hair, and press her body into his strength and hardness.

“He kissed you.”

“So?” she whispered.

“Did you like it?”

“No.” This time Rhee’s voice was barely audible. All she could think of was the way it had felt to have Dax’s mouth on hers. Chills ran down her spine as he pulled her closer. She stared at him, mesmerized. Dax’s eyes darkened and that beautiful mouth of his was set in a hard line.
He’s angry again.

“Are you mad at me?” Her voice came out thin husky, and Rhee hoped Dax couldn’t hear the unspoken desire that laced her tone.

“No. Not mad,” he practically growled.

“Then why-why are you looking at me like that?” She was desperate to get away suddenly. The look on Dax’s face had begun to terrify Rhee. He looked so…feral. Even so, her breath came in short little pants, and she fought the urge to bury her face in his bare, muscled chest.

“Because you’re driving me crazy,” he ground out.

Rhee opened her mouth to say something, but the raw, predatory look on his face killed her voice in her throat. She swallowed hard.

“And because every time I turn around, somebody else has their mouth on you, Rhiannon.”

She looked up at him, her confusion written all over her face. Understanding dawned as she processed what he said next.
OhMyGod.

“I want to put
my
mouth on you, Rhiannon.”

Rhee went weak in the knees at his erotic statement. All she could do was nod dumbly as Dax lowered his mouth to her neck. His hot mouth came closer with tantalizing yet maddening slowness. Rhee let out a soft gasp as he finally made contact with her skin. Instead of the ravaging kiss she expected, he merely brushed his lips over her rapidly beating pulse. Then, Dax nibbled the sensitive flesh behind her ear. She let out a whimper, and the small needful sound seemed to spur Dax into action. Fire coursed through Rhee’s veins as he pulled her roughly into his embrace, his naked chest crushing her breasts.

Holy shit!
Tendrils of molten heat raced from her nipples to a point between her legs that Rhee hadn’t ever really noticed before. Rhee let out a strangled moan. Then, she was in Dax’s strong arms as he lifted her effortlessly, his mouth never leaving contact with her neck.

At her soft moan, Dax had the confirmation he needed.
She wants it too.
He all but threw the slip of a girl onto the bed and advanced on her until he was leaning over her, her hands pressed against his chest. He wanted her naked and open beneath him more than he wanted to take his next breath. Rhee was making little mewling noises as his hands cupped her breasts through her shirt. He ravaged her mouth, his tongue plunging in to find hers. Then, he was yanking up her shirt and her lacy white bra. Dax groaned as her perfect little tits came into view.

He checked her face for signs that he should stop. He knew her past and it should have concerned him, but at the moment, all Dax could think about was getting inside of her. Then, with supreme effort, he stopped himself.
Slow down, cowboy.
Rhee had been hurt, forced. Her response told him she wanted him, but Dax knew he had to take it as slow as he could, and show her how a real man treats a lady.
Time to make her forget about her past.

His large, rough hand covered her breast, kneading it as he looked into her eyes. When the pad of his thumb circled her nipple, Rhee could no longer hold back her cries of startled delight.

“Does that feel good sweetheart?”

Rhee nodded incoherently.

“I’m going to put my mouth here too.” He watched her face carefully, saw her eyes dilate even more with obvious desire. He blew on the sensitive crest of her breast and then with agonizing slowness, Dax pulled the dark pink nub into his mouth.

Rhee nearly screamed with pleasure.
Oh God!
He’s sucking my nipple!
No one has ever-Oh, God!
A ripple went through her core and she could feel liquid heat soaking the crotch of the tight jeans she was wearing. Dax was lying between her legs as he teased her one nipple, then the other. Unconsciously, she rocked her pelvis against him, seeking a continuation of that intoxicating ripple.

“Do you want more, Rhiannon?” His voice was so dominant, so sexy, that all she could do was moan.

The girl’s eyes were half-closed, but Dax didn’t need to look into them any longer to see the effect he was having on her. Rhee arched her body towards his mouth as he blew gently on her wet, satiny flesh. Her nipples were taut, and a rosy flush extended from her neck to the tops of her round, full tits.
God, she’s beautiful.

“Tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me you want more.”

Rhee shook her head from side to side.
Oh God, he’s going to make me beg!

“Maybe you’d like me to touch you here,” he ran his hand down her smooth, flat belly. The muscles jumped under his hand. Her gasp made Dax smile.

“Or maybe, just maybe, you’d like me to touch you….here,” he nudged her between her legs with his rock hard cock, and her wanton moan brought Dax’s balls tight up against his belly.

“Should we take these off?” He gestured to her jeans, and Rhee raised her hips as his deft fingers unfastened them and slid them down her thighs. He paused, and Rhee opened her eyes to find Dax’s eyes on her body. He looked her up and down, so slowly, and the primal look on his face made her literally shudder with desire.

“I can see how wet you are for me through these,” he stroked a finger gently over her cotton-covered mound and Rhee moaned again, her mouth falling open in a steady pant. He stroked her through the sodden material. Rhee’s eyes flew open as another, stronger ripple coursed through her at his touch. Her thighs seemed to fall open as he chuckled.

“Now, now, Rhiannon. I’m just getting started here.”

Oh, fuck!
He was teasing her, toying with her like a cat would play with a mouse. Rhee tried to hold back but her body seemed to take over. Greedily, she shoved her pelvis towards his questing fingers, letting out a soft sob of frustration as he continued to run his fingers over her. Then, she could feel him lifting the edge of her panties, holding them away from her hot, wet center. Rhee looked down through half-lidded eyes to find Dax’s head bent, his gaze fixated between her legs.
He’s looking at my-my…oh!