Unfettered (6 page)

Conner reached for her hand, and she let him lead her deeper into the club. It wasn’t long before she was shocked. Not so much at the acts, but the fact people were doing them in public. Then again, they were in a private club, and Adam had said some members were straight up exhibitionists, voyeurs, or into ménages or more, so really, it made sense.

They passed a corner where one sub was basically hog-tied on a padded table. Her Dom fucked her mouth energetically while another couple sat on the sofa nearby watching. Only they weren’t just watching; the woman was naked from the waist down and bouncing up and down on the guy’s cock as they watched. At the next station, there was a guy who looked like a professional bodybuilder cuffed to the wall. A cage surrounded his cock, and an older man was flogging his chest, while the bodybuilder moaned and pleaded for more.

On and on they walked, Ronnie’s blood heating more and more with every scene they observed. Conner was casual next to her, but attentive. Explaining some things or asking what she’d wanted to try. There was very little she wouldn’t be interested in trying with the right partner.

When Conner shifted them toward the dance floor and started to move their bodies together, she realized he just might be that partner. He wasn’t Ian, but he was here. And judging by the hardness behind his zipper when he brushed against her, he was interested.

The song changed to something deeper, sexier, and Conner reached out, pulling her flush against his body. She looked into his eyes and moved with him, the slow-burning fire in her gut spreading through her body at the desire in his gaze. His mouth tilted up at one corner, and he spun her around. Strong hands moved lightly over her ribs and settled low on her hips, pulling her butt back against his hardness just as she spotted Ian and Simon watching them from the bar.

He couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t pretend Ronnie was just another trainee. She wasn’t. Deep down, he’d recognized that the minute he’d read her application, which was why he’d hesitated. From the first time he’d met her and seen the anger, grief, and loneliness swirling in her big dark eyes, they’d had a connection. It was why he’d run from her when he was eighteen and hurting, and why he’d hesitated about letting her join the club.

But he wasn’t eighteen anymore, and he wasn’t going to hesitate anymore.

Setting his beer down on the bar, he picked up his duffle bag and strode toward the dance floor. She saw him coming. He knew it when her luscious lips made a nice round O of surprise and she froze mid-dance. When he stopped at the edge of the floor, she frowned.

Ian stood there, waiting. He wasn’t going to go tear her out of another man’s arms. He wanted her to come to him. He wanted it more than he’d ever believed possible.

He watched as she turned her head and leaned into Conner. Her lips moved as she spoke to him, but her gaze never left Ian. Then she was moving again, coming to him, and he could breathe again.

“You have a choice,” he said when she stopped in front of him. “Here, or my place.”

She didn’t even blink. “Your place.”

He held out his hand, and she placed hers in it. Neither of them spoke another word as they left the club. When they got to the parking lot and he led her to his car, she balked, and it was like a fist to the gut.

“I’m not leaving my car here,” she said.

He closed his eyes and breathed deep. Everything was okay; she wasn’t changing her mind. “I want you with me,” he said. “I’ll drive.”

Her eyebrows jumped. “Uh uh. Nobody drives Delilah but me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Uhmm.” The struggle was clear on her face. She wanted to please him, but she really
really
didn’t want to let him drive her car. Finally, she bit her lip, pulled the keys from the pocket of her little leather skirt, and held them out. “Okay, but she’s my baby. No one but me has driven her since the instant I saw her.”

Emotion burned in his throat. He folded her fingers back around the keys. “If it means that much to you, you can drive.”

She squealed and jumped into his arms. Arms that opened wide and caught her automatically. Chest to chest, groin to groin, he lowered his head and slanted his mouth over hers.

She opened instantly, welcoming him with everything she had. She tasted so good, he would’ve stripped her down and fucked her on his car’s hood if Jim, one of the club’s security guys, hadn’t tapped him on the shoulder.

“Take her home, Ian,” he said.

Not in the least embarrassed, Ian set Ronnie down and grinned. “That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

He led her to the purple Barracuda parked in the next row and held out his hand for the keys. A pucker appeared between her brows, but she didn’t hesitate, just passed them over. When he opened the door and helped her into the driver’s seat, she grinned at him in a way that lightened his heart. After opening his own door and climbing into the passenger seat he returned the keys to her, set his bag on the floor, and told her his address.

They didn’t talk as she drove through the streets of L.A. and up into the Hollywood Hills. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but she wouldn’t call it comfortable either, because every time she shifted gears and her thighs rubbed together, her blood ran just a little bit hotter. By the time they got to Ian’s condo, she was ready to go off, and from the look of the bulge in Ian’s lap, he was in the same shape.

He didn’t say anything or touch her until after they were inside the building and standing at his door. Then with the key in the lock, he hesitated.
 

He turned to her, and her heart thumped against her ribs at the emotions he didn’t try to hide from her.

“You told me about you, and what you wanted. I feel it’s only fair to tell you where I stand before you enter my home.”

“Okay.”

He cupped her cheek, lightly stroking her skin with his thumb as he spoke softly, but firmly. “I don’t bring subs from the club to my home. For longer than I care to admit, I’ve only played in clubs, in situations where I could go into scenes knowing exactly what my limits were, and hers. It wasn’t always just about sex, but even though I’ve been intimate with many of them, it’s never been about love. This, with you, it’s about love. It’s limitless. If you step through this door with me, there’s no going back for either of us.”

She couldn’t speak. Tears swam in her eyes and words stuck in her throat. Putting her hand on his, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed trembling lips to his for a second before stepping away. Looking right at him, she opened the door and backed into the entryway.

A dark hunger swept over Ian’s face as he followed her in. He closed the door behind him, turning the lock deliberately. He dropped his bag and prowled toward her as she kept moving deeper and deeper into his home. When she reached open space, she held out her arms. “I’m all in.”

With a growl, he swept her up into his arms, slammed his mouth down on hers, and carried her through the condo. He took such complete control of her in that instant that she didn’t notice anything but the taste and texture of his mouth on hers until he put her on her feet again. Then she became aware of his hands moving over her body, going down her back and cupping her bare ass beneath her skirt, squeezing and pulling at her cheeks in a way that had her whimpering in need.

She arched into him, rubbing herself against the delicious ridge of his cock, hungry to be closer—to be naked, with nothing between them but sweat.

Suddenly, he gripped a handful of her hair and tugged her head back, exposing her neck to his ravenous mouth.

“God, yes.” The moan slid from her as his teeth scraped along her jaw, leaving a blazing trail of fire. “More.”

He let go of her and stepped back. “Strip.”

She pulled her shirt off over her head, thankful she’d gone braless, and toed off her boots at the same time. When she reached for the snap on her skirt, she slowed because he’d stripped off his shirt too, and she got her first good look at his body. She knew he had muscles, but the guy was cut. Her tongue tingled with the need to lick him all over as she pushed her leather skirt down her legs. Then she stood in front of him in nothing but a flimsy thong.

“Off,” he growled, the dark fire of raw lust in his eyes making her squirm. It was as if that fire went straight from his gaze into her bloodstream. Heat swept through her body, making her sex weep.

Ian stared at the woman in front of him and thanked God for bringing her back into his life. She was amazing — lithe and strong, but soft and womanly in all the right ways. He wasn’t surprised to see more colorful ink covering the right side of her ribs and torso. He wanted to trace his fingers over every inch of her artwork, until she was begging for him to take her.

Making her beg would have to wait, though, because he was burning up with the need to be inside of her.

“On the bed,” he ordered.

Ronnie scrambled up onto the king mattress and wiggled her ass at him with absolutely no shame. Quicker than she could blink, he reached out and smacked the target she’d given him. Her yelp echoed through the room, and his hand burned. She turned over, leaned back on her elbows, and spread her legs with a grin.

Fuck, he loved this woman.

He kicked off his shoes, shoved off his jeans, shoes, and shorts in one swift move. “There’s not going to be any toys tonight. Just you and me, and I’m going to fuck you hard,” he said. “Then we’re going to make love. Then I’m gonna fuck you again and again until we both fall asleep.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

His heart pounded as he stood at the edge of the bed, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her toward him.

She gasped, the sound making all the little hairs on his body stand on end. When her ass was at the edge of the bed, he wrapped her legs around his hips and bent forward, covering her mouth with his. They both moaned at the skin-on-naked-skin contact.

The rigid tips of her breasts pressed against his chest, scraping against him as she writhed beneath him. He reached between them, cupping those tiny mounds as he dragged his mouth from hers. Ripe, red tips called to him, and he answered by taking one in his mouth and pinching the other between thumb and finger until she moaned and arched up off the bed.

Ronnie’s thighs tightened around his waist as her hips lifted, and her wet pussy rubbed against his belly with every move. Her hands moved down, and she grabbed his ass, her nails digging in as she squeezed, trying to pull him closer,

He knew as soon as he was inside her he was going to lose it so he bent his knees and rocked his body against hers, spreading her juices over his cock as it slid between her thick, wet folds and rubbed against her clit. He fought for control of his body and lost. The begging sounds she was making coupled with the hot juices coating his cock were too much to deny. Keeping a tight grip on the last thread of his control, Ian eased back and unwrapped her legs from around him.

“Tuck your heels beneath your butt and grab your ankles,” he said as he reached for his jeans and the condom in the pocket.

A second later he stared down at her wet, welcoming slit and groaned. He put his hands on the bed and crawled between her spread thighs. Gazing into dark eyes full of desire and trust, he lined himself up at her entrance and thrust home.

She cried out, her cunt convulsing around him, and Ian fought not to come right then and there.

Burying his face in her neck, he worked to control himself. Ronnie’s body wrapped around him, fitting him better than he ever could have imagined. So perfect. Her inner muscles spasmed, the shock of it rippling over his cock and up through to his own insides all the way to his heart. When he regained some semblance of control, he lifted his head, gazed into her eyes, and began to move.

She was so tight, so hot, her greedy cunt sucked at him with each stroke. Her legs gripped his hips tighter, and her fingernails scratched down his back, sending jolts of hot, raw, pleasure ripping through him.

A long, low moan of pleasure vibrated against his skin as he slammed into her again and again. Her insides tightened around his throbbing, pulsing cock, and he lost it.

His control broke and he growled, pumping faster and harder, burying himself so deep as he came that she’d never be rid of him.

They slept, and in the middle of the night, when Ronnie rolled to the edge of the bed, Ian reached out and dragged her back to his side. “I’m never letting you go,” he mumbled. “Even if I have to cuff you to the bed.”

She smiled down at the arm around her waist. There’d been no safewords, no toys, and no restraint of any kind for either of them that night. And it had been better than she’d ever imagined. He wouldn’t have to cuff her to anything, but she knew he would, and they would both enjoy every second of it, because this was only the beginning.

The man was in her head, and in her heart. He didn’t just call himself dominant, he was dominant. He was also creative, caring, and all hers. In return, her body was his to use, and she knew from the classes he had the creativity and imagination to insure there would never be a boring moment between them.

A ripple of excitement shot through her. As amazing as the night had been, it truly was just the beginning. After all, Ian Johnson was everything she’d dreamt of, and more.

This is just the start for Ronnie, Ian, and the other members of Overwatch. Be sure to look for Adam’s story, PRIMAL, releasing in October of 2014, to get to know them all better.