The Lyon Trilogy (7 page)

"Here chief, have a pull."

"Shit, Daniel, you toked?"

"Perfectly legal big guy." He
took another draw and went back to his eye wiggling.

"Yeah but some people should not take
advantage of that fact."

"You trying to say I can't handle my
shit, I'll have you know...wait how do you people keep getting me off track.
Elena, come I got something to show you."

"Please for the sake of my sanity
chief shoot me now." Colton hung his head.

"Relax, son, your parents are doing
it right."

"That's easy for you to say."

Colton mumbled under his breath as he
helped me up.

Dad arched his brow when Colton kept ahold
of me after I was standing, and he kept ahold of my ass. He had his arm around
me, and I was buried in his side like we were attached at the hip.

I could just imagine the questions dad was
going to embarrass me with when we got home.

"I'm guessing you're not ready to
leave, bells?"

"I've got her, chief."

There was a look passed between them, a
look that Colton refused to break first. I looked back and forth between them
and saw my father drop his gaze first and with a nod looked around asking for a
beer.

"Angel, get your ass down from
there."

She's going to be the death of me. It's
been two weeks since the BBQ, and everyday since then has been a trial.

I didn't know that breaking her out of
that shell was going to unleash hell on my head. The girl is always getting
into shit.

She's like a newborn colt that finally
finds her legs and starts galloping all over the place.

"Catch me, Colt."

She let go of the hoisting rope and flew
at me, fucking nut.

"What the hell are you doing,
Angel?"

"Rappelling, you know, practicing for
when I go rock climbing."

"For when you what, who said you were
going rock climbing?"

"Jared's gonna take me, off the
cliffs at Devil's Walk."

Jared's going to get my foot up his ass.
I've been slowly drawing her out of her shell, and she's been a little more
relaxed here lately, especially since I started giving her self defense classes
in the evenings.

I keep after her, trying to build not just
her body but her mind as well. Jared seems to see this new development to mean
that the old her was back, and he kept getting her into shit. Just yesterday
I'd spent an hour watching her do stunts on the ramp outside that we used for
the dirt bikes that were built for just that purpose.

I felt like a parent watching his kid
without training wheels for the first time, but I had to admit she was good
though, but hell, I wish she would pick up scrap booking, or some shit.

As if I didn't have enough to deal with
here at the office, now her and Carol had become best friends and were always
into some shit, and my little sister was now interested in skate boarding, and
Angel was only too happy to teach her.

My mother was apparently hitting the pipe
along with my dad because all she could talk about was when I was going to get
my head out of my ass and make a move on Kat.

She was petrified that Jennifer was going
to get her hooks into me again, and that's why she'd told her I would be there
soon that day at the picnic. She knew I would be with Kat.

"You're not climbing any cliffs.
Don't you have shit to be doing in the office? That is what I'm paying you for
after all."

"Speaking of which, I need a raise,
your sister's always dragging me off shopping, but I don't think she realizes
that we come from two completely different financial brackets. That girl has
very expensive taste, and she whines every time I refuse to let her buy me
something."

"You just started working here, what
a month, and you're already bitching about a raise, you're still on
probation."

"What's my crime...sir?"

Oh ho, that's one of her new games, the sir
thing, and she's just trying to get my goat. I know she's no way near ready for
what I want to do to her, at least that's what I keep telling myself, but it's
getting hard to resist, especially when she wears one of her new outfits that
my darling little sister had talked her into buying last weekend.

Short skirts and buttoned down silk shirts
with just a hint of cleavage. I've spent more time talking to her chest in the
last week than anything else.

Let's not talk about the heels. Shit, some
of them had her almost meeting my shoulders, and I've imagined fucking her all
over the shop in them in a million ways, but each time I pulled back.

She needed a lot more time, but just this
once I'm going to call her bluff.

"I like my sex dirty, Katarina, I'll
make love to you often, but I'd fuck you more. Can you handle that little girl,
if you can't, then let me know, and I'll ignore all these signals you keep
sending my way, but if you keep it up, then one day soon I'm going to take you
to my bed and fuck the shit out of you."

"I'm a virgin." She bit her lip
as I studied her.

Fuck me.

Walking over to her I held her by the back
of her head, so my hand and fingers caught in her hair.

"That's a deal breaker. It doesn't
matter if you can handle it or not, I'm taking you. You have one day to
prepare, and then I'm coming to get what's mine."

I touched my lips to hers before walking
away.

I could swear I heard a soft moan. Game
on.

Fuck, a man can only take so much, and all
the eye batting and sirs I'd been ignoring, maybe that was her way of telling
me she was ready for more It hadn't been that long, but the tension was evident
even to a blind man, and even my guys were starting to smirk every time I
walked into a room, 'til I wanted to smash their faces in. Clowns.

* * * * *

Run and hide Kat, yep, that's your best
bet. You should know better than to pull a lion's tail, and now you've gone and
done it.

But was I ready for that. I know I've been
teasing him unmercifully for the last two weeks, especially in the evenings
when he taught me self-defense. I'd bought the hottest yoga pants I could find,
and a mid riff baring top. I didn't miss all the ogling he was doing, and I
went out of my way to give him a little show.

If I wasn't bending down in front of him
with my ass damn near touching his nose, I was giving him tittie shots.

It's a wonder he hadn't snapped before
now. I know he was only holding back because of what had happened to me, and I
didn't want that anymore.

I've been happier in the last two weeks
than ever before in my life, and I know it's because of all the attention from
Colton, and the way he looks out for me. We've spent so much time together it's
like we'd been together forever.

At night he called me, or I called him and
we talked. He was a great listener, and he didn't just talk about the incident,
but my life before, and what I wanted to do with my future, things like that.

I'd learned that he was also a very take
charge kind of guy, not that there had been any doubt about that, but when all
that forcefulness was focused solely on me, whew, let's just say my panty
drawer was depleting at a rapid rate.

I better get back to work and try to get
something done.

I went into the outer office and saw him
talking to some guy who had just walked in.

* * * * *

What the fuck was James Rossetti doing in
my place? The only person I hated more than him was his fucked up sister, them
two, and now the four dead men walking that had fucked with my Angel.

Of course she chose that moment to come
into the outer office. Why couldn't she stay in the shop just five minutes
longer? That would've been time enough to get rid of this ass.

If he didn't stop eye fucking her like that,
then I might karate chop his fucking larynx.

"Something I can do for you,
Jimmy?" He sneered at the nickname. Yeah I knew the prick hated to be
called that, but I never really gave a fuck.

"Yeah, you can introduce me to this
new...piece you've acquired. Who is she?"

He was so fucked, and he didn't even know
it.

"Wait for me in the other room,
babe."

I watched as she started to obey me.

"Come 'ere." I pulled her to me
and sucked her tongue into my mouth while palming her ass.

When I let her go I finally turned to the
roach that was taking up my air.

"That answer your question?"

I got rid of the insect and went to see
what Kat was up to. She was too quiet in there, and not even the sound of the
keyboard could be heard.

I walked into the room and saw her reading
something, which she stuffed back in her bag as soon as she saw me.

"Secrets, Katarina?"

"Uh...no.um."

Her face was red, and she was squirming in
her seat. What the hell was she up to now?

"Don't forget to tell Jared that you
can't go rock climbing this weekend."

"Why not?" She whined.

Because I don't want you doing anything
with anyone else that's why.
How very high school of you Lyon.

"Don't question me, you're not doing
that shit. Don't you think you take enough risks with the bike and the board as
it is?"

"I just thought it would be
fun."

"We'll do that shit some other time.
I got shit to do this weekend so it'll have to wait."

I know that look on her face meant 'and
what does that have to do with me', in case she hadn't heard me, or thought I
was fucking around, I decided to give her a taste of what she had to look
forward to, less she was under the impression that my interest in her was just
friendly like, and just a boss to his employee.

"Tell me you heard, and understood,
everything I just said to you."

"I heard you..."

"Good, so if you should for some
reason go against my wishes, and I spank that ass you would know why right?"

Did she just...

* * * * *

I'm in an alternate universe, and that's
why this is happening to me, or I'm dreaming, and I'm about to wake up, and the
hot as shit Colton Lyon will just be my hot boss, and not the guy telling me he
was giving me one day to prepare for his dick, or the guy who just made me cum
on myself for, like, the one hundredth time by threatening to spank me.

Yes, I'm easy like that, well when it
comes to him anyway He just hits all the right spots, and he isn't like anyone
else I know or have known.

The way he talks to me, not like a broken
bird, but with just the right amount of spice and sweet, it was my dream come
true.

I'm not sure when most people figured out
their sexuality, but I'd known for quite some time that I was different, and
that when it comes to relationships I'm looking for the masterful type. Someone
who would just take me over.

Just thinking about being taken over by
this particular man was enough to make me expire. Everything about him was perfect,
his talk, his walk, his glare, I'm shot.

He'd almost caught me reading my book on
Dom, sub, interplay. It was as close to the real thing as I'd ever gotten, but
it sure did the job until the real thing came along.

Now he's staring because I didn't exactly
manage to hide that little tremble and groan when he mentioned spanking.

"Come here, Angel."

Shoot, I'm gonna squish my way over there
that's for sure. I got up from behind my desk and went to where he was standing
between his office and mine.

He took my hand and led me to his office,
and my heart picked up its pace and my breath started hitching.

I wasn't quite sure what was coming, but
the look in his eyes promised it was going to be good.

"Do you like to be spanked,
Angel?"

Shit, just like that, right to the point?

I bit my lip as my face heated. I can't
answer that. I've never talked about this with anyone before, so how can I just
blurt out my deepest darkest secrets to him?

What if he was turned off by me? Just
because he was a tattooed biker didn't mean he would be down with my...kink.
I'd been ashamed of my needs for so long, and only finding solace in fiction. I
didn't know anyone who was into the things that made me burn...

"Answer me, sweetheart."

I looked down at my feet as I nodded once.

His finger under my chin pulled my head
back up, and he studied me for a minute without uttering a word. I must've died
a thousand deaths waiting for his judgment.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of,
baby. If it's what you like, then it's what you like, so fuck what anyone else
thinks."

His finger became his hand as he held my
chin almost forcefully.

"Anyone ever spank you before?"

Uh, if they had I would lie to you after
that tone in your voice, sir, uh huh, talk about clear and present danger.

"No."

He relaxed his hold only slightly.

"I need to touch you, and you're not
afraid of me, or what I can do to you. You know you'll never suffer at my
hands, so tell me you know that."

"I know..."

"Good girl."

Oh sweet mercy! His hands were unbuttoning
my shirt as he asked me this, and my nipples are already hard. What the fuck is
air, and who needs it?

His mouth covers mine as he opens the last
button, and his tongue is sweet and fat and rough and soft and he's licking the
insides of my mouth stealing the little breath I had left.

He pushed my half bra under my tits and
took one of my nipples between his fingers and pulled and something inside me
shifted.

"Give me your tongue."

"Uh huh." Yes sir here it is.

I obey as he pushed my skirt up my legs.
Thank you Carol for suggesting thigh highs and thongs with this skirt.

"Fuck me, what are you wearing?"

I guess that was a rhetorical question
since he just kept going.

He leaned me back against the desk and
stared down at my body with that gleam in his eyes.

* * * * *

She's wearing white on white. White lace
thong, white lace edged thigh high stockings, and no garters.

With her legs spread as she reclined on my
desk, and her skirt bunched up around her waist, and those fuck me heels, I was
fighting hard not to fuck.

I had to bite into my fist to get some
control over myself. I can't fuck her for our first time on my desk, and plus
we had to set some ground rules. Fast or not, she wasn't going to be cherry for
much longer.

"Okay, let's get this shit out of the
way, no more games. How old are you?"

"Eighteen." She bit into her lip
again, and I couldn't help it, my hand went to her flat stomach where I pressed
with the flat of my palm before rubbing her outside her panties.

She's responsive as fuck, which I found
out when her body trembled.

"I'm thirty two, is that too old for
you?"

She just shook her head no as my fingers
crept under the waistband, and over her slightly hairy pussy and to her clit.

I kept my fingers outside as I took her
nipple into my mouth and sucked before biting.

She was fucking hot, I could feel her heat
on my hand and couldn't hold out any longer.

I pushed two fingers inside and thrust
them back and forth, and getting her even wetter.

Tight as fuck, and sweet mercy, I'm about
to fuck her if I don't get control of myself. I took in a breath and tried to
calm the fuck down. There aren't enough fucking sheep in the world to count, to
combat this shit.

My dick was trying to get at her, and I
could feel him pushing against my zipper, like what the fuck is the hold up.

But first things first.

"Fine, I'm keeping you."

"Huh, what..." How was she not getting
this shit, did she think she could let me get this close to her without
consequences?

Not just my hands on her pussy, but that
whole dance we've been doing for the past two weeks, and all the late night
calls before bedtime, all my interest in her. Did she think I missed all her
little signals? I might've been playing it safe for her sake, but shit was done
now.

"You're cherry, and you're sweet as
fuck. I like the fuck out of you, and you like kink, so I'm keeping you."

"What, what does that mean?"

She might be questioning me, but her body
seemed to like what I was saying. Didn't matter, I'd already told her I was
coming for what's mine, so that should've given her food for thought.

"It means you're mine, and it means
when we ride you're on the back of my bike. It means when I climb into bed at
night your ass better be there."

She didn't have anything to say to that,
and she just dug her nails deeper into my biceps.

"Do you know the difference between
making love and fucking, Katarina?" She shook her head as her face heated
up again.

"I'll try to explain. Sometimes I'll
be slow and gentle with you, soft kisses, light touches, and I'll probably do
you in the missionary, but other times I'll want to tie you up, pull your hair,
and fuck the shit out of you until your pussy gets all red and you cry from
exhaustion."

I fingered her pussy as I spoke, and I
felt the gush of liquid as she flooded my hand.

My sweet little virgin girl.

"I see you like that, good. I like to
fuck, so we'll be doing a lot of that. Later on we'll look into getting some
toys for your kink..."

"Eeeekkkk."

She clenched around my fingers and face
planted into my chest.

"What?"

She shook her head and kept her face
hidden.

"None of that shit. If we're gonna do
this, then we're gonna do it together. I don't know what you're thinking if you
don't tell me, so I repeat...what?"

"Toys...kink."

"Oh that. If I'm your man, then I'm
supposed to take care of that shit."

My fingers hadn't stopped moving in and
out of her, and I could tell from her breathing that she was close again.

"I want to eat you right now, but
we'll have to save that delight for another day. I'm gonna need a hell of a lot
more time than we have right now when I get my mouth in your pussy."

Her body was one continual tremble.

"Fuck, Angel, again?"

I pulled her to me as her body shook with
another massive orgasm.

"Babe, seriously, if you react this
way to just my fingers and some words, then I can't wait to feel you on my
cock."

We got cleaned up after I brought her off
one last time. We still had work left to do for the day. I had to meet with
some guys who were helping me with her shit in Arizona, but she don't need to
know about that.

Jared and I had spoken, and I'd let him in
on my plans. We'd decided to just tell the guys the bare minimum, and I wasn't
about to lie to my men. That was no way to run a crew, but neither did I want
to break her confidence, if she wanted others to know, then she'd be the one to
tell them. I did want her to get with the other wives for support and shit
though. I think she needed that shit.