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  I break away and kneel up, my fingers taking the hem of my top and bringing it over the top of my head. He kisses me again, rushing forward and scooping up my face in his giant hands, lips pressed hard against mine.

  I undo my bra, letting it fall away between us. He takes me around the hips, rolling me over and pinning me below the hard weight of his body. I want to give myself to him, let that control I so love slip away momentarily. After all, it’s only when I lose control I start to feel alive.

  He wastes no time, reaching down and unbuttoning my jeans, gripping them and tugging them from my hips like he can’t wait to see what lies below.

  He pulls away, eyeballing my panties. “Take them off.”

  I lift my legs and draw them slowly away so he can make out the full, peachy round of my pussy.

  “Get onto your stomach,” he commands, stripping his own shirt off to show the hard, inky lines of his chest. “Now.”

  I do so willingly, the side of my face against the bedspread, the cool air brushing over my buttocks.

  I can hear him undressing, the way the denim of his jeans moves, the quiet draw of his zipper being pulled down, the hum of his belt running through the loops of his jeans… Such sounds serve only to heighten the anticipation until all I want is his rigid cock inside me, filling me completely.

  His hands glide underneath my hips until they find my waiting sex. A solitary finger runs inside the wetness there, turning and hooking up against the sensitive flesh.

  “You’re seriously fucking wet,” he says, the deep notes of his voice sending a shiver through my body. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

  “I want it,” I moan.

  “How much?”

  “Desperately,” I reply.

  A soothing hand runs across my back. “Good girl.”

  I give a squeak of surprise when he takes my hands and pulls them tight against the small of my back. I feel his belt against the soft skin of my wrists. He uses it to wrap them, the buckle cinching tight in place.

  “Is that what you like?” he whispers.

  I nod in affirmation. He’s far more aggressive tonight than previously, almost like he’s taking something out on me.

  He leans close to the coral shell of my ear, continuing to whisper. “I’m not going to gag you. Do you want to know why?”

  I try to move my hands, but they’re bound tight. “Why?” I breathe out in a single, punctuated syllable.

  His lips shift closer until they’re touching my ear. “Because I want to hear you moan and come and beg for my cock. Do you think you can do that?”

  I nod eagerly, surprised but also not surprised at how dominating he’s become.

  His hand returns to my pussy. He remarks how wet it is, how much he can’t wait to be inside me. Every word is like a shot of adrenaline under my skin, a cattle prod pressed against my side—electrifying.

  His hand leaves, wandering, his fingertips dancing over the skin of my back until they find my hair. He gathers it into a tight ponytail, the fine hairs pulling at the nape of my neck just enough. He tugs the ponytail back. My head lifts from the bed, the light pain a pleasant surprise. “Are you ready?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I pant.

  He lets my hair go. My head falls back into position, my prone body at his complete and utter mercy. Again, his fingers collect and run down my back. He stops at the rounded mound of my ass, gripping each cheek, taking his handful before lifting my hips until I’m kneeling before him, as exposed as I’ve ever been.

  He moans. “You’ve got a beautiful ass.”

  His words are followed by a quick, upwards slap.

  “Uh,” I grunt, the echoing sting of the spanking reverberating through my sensitive skin.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  I breathe out against the bedspread unable to reply.

  Another finger slides inside me, testing the waters, so to speak.

  I picture him behind me taking hold of his cock and then I feel it, the rubbery buttress of it, pressing against me.

  I go to shift back, but he places a firm hand on my back, preventing me from moving. “No, no, no,” he tuts, slowly feeding his cock inside me inch by tormenting inch until I am completely, wonderfully filled.

  Dex shows no mercy this time. Gripping my hips, he thrusts in and out hard, each stroke building in intensity until I’m quite certain the entire town of Tamanass is going to hear the clap of our bodies.

  His hands move, find and eke out every source of pleasure my body has on offer, roaming and exploring like perverse pioneers. Every curve, every crevice—he finds them all until I’m moaning hard, mewing for more.

  “You’re mine,” he tells me firmly. “Tonight, I’m claiming every fucking inch of you.”

  I’m almost undone at these words, tendrils of pleasure running out from my core into my extremities and then pulled back inwards, this pulsing release of pleasure refusing to let up as I’m taken.

  Still he fucks me harder, pounding and driving, his body a solid mass. I arch my back when his fingers find my clit, my spine bent and mouth open. It swells against his touch.

  And then he’s slowing, allowing me just enough recovery before the onslaught starts all over again.

  With each thrust my breasts rock forward and back, my nipples sweeping across the surface of the bedspread, fiercely erect.

  I’m not sure what’s leaving my mouth only that it’s primal and raw.

  His cock leaves me, a torturous absence that has me pleading and begging close to tears.

  The side of the belt bites into my wrists as I strain against the bondage. I try to press myself back, to find his member once more, but he holds me off, far too strong.

  The head of his cock repositions itself, teetering there against the heated ring of my sex. Air leaves my lungs when he runs forward, slowly now, my body accepted his length easily.

  He grabs my hips again, hammering hard into the swollen grip of my sex.

  I can’t take it. Everything conspires to send me over the edge. I scream, trying to ward off my impending orgasm, but Dex’s constant rhythm, the way he slams against me… It’s an impossible ask.

  I scream out long and hard as I come, all my pent-up frustration and worry leaving my body at once and replaced with color and sensation so vivid and strong I fear I might pass out.

  A second later Dex drives to the end of me, hunched tight over my ass as he finds release of his own.

  We stay like that, pulsing and caught together, finally collapsing sideways onto the bed, our sweaty bodies cooling in the night.

  It’s some time before I catch my breath and allow him to undo the belt that’s binding my wrists.

  I nuzzle against his chest, swiping away a single, pearly drop of cum from the tip of his cock. “That was…”

  He silences me a kiss.

  “…Just what I needed,” he finishes.

  His head sinks downwards. He pulls a nipple into his mouth, a shock of sensation pinning me to the bed. “And there’s more to come.”

  *

  I roll over in the morning with a smile on my face and that same, welcome soft ache between my legs I recall from our first encounter. But Dex is gone, a hastily scrawled note in his absence—that well-worn cliché we laughed at last time.

  Have a tour this morning. Sorry, it reads. You were sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to wake you, but I’ll be happy to later ;-) xx

  I laugh. The smiley face looks more someone had a heart attack with a pen in their hand, but I don’t mind the lack of artistic ability given the miracles he can conjure in bed.

  I collapse back onto the pillow holding the note in my hand smiling up at the roof. Everything seems so clear this morning. The doubt and anxiety of the last couple of days is gone and replaced with a deep and satisfying sense of comfort and security.

  Dex is on my mind the entire day. Almost everything I do reminds me of him in some way. I feel like a stalker who suddenly got lucky, found their v
ery own genie in a bottle to grant them their every wish.

  Well, almost. Technically, I’m still on the job, but already I’m thinking of ways to get out of it, to scrub that era out of my life no matter what the professional cost, because what Dex and I could have, the possibility of it, is far more important.

  Even so, the darker side I can’t control sits up on my shoulder like a little she-demon and whispers into my ear not to expect anything of him. After all, who would want a morally bankrupt nobody like you? it says. Not that he knows that, but he’s clearly sensed it on some level, right?

  You’re a fraud.

  No one will ever want you.

  You won’t ever mean anything to anyone.

  That tiny voice is doing its best to tamp down any sense of hope that has started to seed and grow.

  But it’s failing.

  Boy, is it failing.

  I’m standing at the sink daydreaming about this and more, my hands in the sudsy water, when my cell rings. I dry a hand and pick it up.

  Ian.

  I draw in a long breath and prepare myself for an ass-kicking.

  Here we go.

  There are no pleasantries, no chit-chat about the weather or who scored big on America’s Got Talent last night. He gets straight to it. “What’s the status?” he barks.

  There’s no easy way to put it. “I don’t have any new information, sorry. If I did, I would have called.”

  He does not take this well, his tone turning aggressive. “Who do you think you’re dealing with here exactly, Allie?”

  I haven’t heard my name in so long I almost think he’s referring to someone else.

  “A scorned lover looking for revenge?” he continues. “Some Wall Street banker looking for a kip-up on the next big thing? No, I am something else, something far more powerful, and your inability to provide me what I want here is seriously fucking with my game-plan.”

  “I’m doing the best I can, but the target’s proving… difficult to get a lock on.”

  “Lock on this: the window for Dex to make a claim on the company is drawing nearer and nearer with every waking hour. The clock’s ticking and I can’t have him getting any fucking closer than he already is.”

  “There’s no suggestion from his emails or calls he really knows anything, and I can’t imagine he’s likely to figure it out before the deadline.” I’m doing my best to assure Ian everything’s peachy, but I’m having trouble convincing myself.

  “Is that what he said when he was screwing you?”

  I freeze. He knows. I swallow down a lump in my throat. “Sorry?”

  “I said,” repeats Ian, slower, “is that what he said when he was balls deep inside you, no doubt fucking away any sense you have, or is this more? Are you trying to double-cross me, because that’s not going to play well at all, for either of you.”

  I’m reeling, trying to work out how he found out, or is he bluffing? It’s hard to get a gauge on Ian sometimes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  He laughs, sniffing. “How fucking stupid do you think I am, Allie? I sent someone else to check things out there, make sure my investment was paying out. You know what they found?”

  I haven’t noticed anyone—no trail, no eyes. How could I have missed this? How could I be so stupid? I leave the question hanging.

  “You and Dex, together, banging each other’s brains out. So, this is what I’m telling you now, so listen up. Get your head in the game and keep your fucking legs closed long enough to finish out the assignment. If you don’t, I’ll god damn destroy you.”

  He hangs up.

  I place the cell down, looking out the window for anything unusual and half-expecting someone to be spying out there from the bushes. Maybe they are.

  I step back from the sink, one hand dripping onto the floor. Things just got a whole lot more dangerous in tame ol’ Tamanass.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  DEX

  To say things are going well would be an understatement. The rest of the week flows like a Technicolor dream, a lucid mix of sex and laughter, a connection far deeper and greater than any I’ve known before. It’s crazy, in a way, to think I almost missed out on this opportunity, this chance at true happiness.

  I’m starting to feel like Lexi could be the purpose I’ve been looking for. I want to help her achieve her dreams, to take chances. For once in my damn life I’m thinking about someone other than numero uno, the days of my sexual conquests being a means to end gone.

  And the sex itself is incredible, of course, largely because Lexi is more open and adventurous than any girl I’ve been with before. There’s a burgeoning curiosity about her I don’t think I’ll ever fully satisfy, and that’s the best possible way it can be. Even better, she sees me for who I am and accepts it. She hasn’t pushed me for anything more than I was prepared to give.

  She nuzzles into my neck, the trundle we keep in the Den whining under our weight. This is our second day of hooking up at the Den during her lunch break. Dean’s out with a group, but Lexi’s due back at the Ranger’s office in fifteen minutes.

  Lexi plays with the fine hairs on my chest, my cock wonderfully deflated against the side of her leg.

  “I wish we could stay here forever,” she tells me, tracing out the ‘Forever’ tattoo above the winged skull that covers my pecs.

  I shift on the trundle, the springs digging into my back. “It’s not quite the Four Seasons.”

  “You should know by now I’m not a princess.”

  “Says the girl who always arrives with her hair perfect and makeup applied.”

  She slaps me on the chest. “Hey, I just want to look good for you.”

  I roll over so she’s pinned under me, her hot little body flushed and ready. My cock starts to grow at the sight of the pink saucers of her areolae. “You look your best when you’re naked, nothing but you and that pretty pussy of yours begging for my cock.”

  She looks down. “Who says it’s begging?”

  I reach down and run a finger inside the slick heat of her hole, withdrawing it and running it into my mouth, moaning. I pull it free. “Sure as hell tastes like it’s open for business.”

  She pulls me into a tight kiss. She crushes her lips against me, her teeth nipping at my lower lip and pulling playfully. Only when she draws back, breathing hard, do I see the depth of her eyes, the extraordinary color and energy they hold. “You’re incorrigible, Mr. Franklin.”

  My cock’s ready. I slowly position myself at the slippery seam between her legs. “Mr. Franklin—I like that. Sounds… official, Ms. Shane.

  Something passes her eyes, a slip of composure.

  Too much.

  I use the hard length of my cock for distraction, running deep into the warm comfort of her body.

  *

  “You only get this kind of sky in Oregon,” I tell Lexi, taking in the view from the love seat on the deck. It’s clear tonight, the lack of light pollution out here revealing an infinite cosmos of light above.

  “You’ve travelled then?” she asks, tugging the blanket surrounding us a bit higher around her shoulders, her naked body hot against mine below. I’m starting to wonder if we should start going full naturalist given our almost constant state of undress.

  It would allow for easy access, I muse.

  “Here and there,” I tell her.

  “Overseas?”

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “Your parents never took you on holiday?”

  I laugh at that, wondering how much I should open up, but if anything, I’m happy to let my guard down. It feels right. “Like I said, I never knew my dad and, honestly, I barely knew my mom.” I pull in a breath before I continue. “She was in and out my life because of her addiction issues, a transient presence like a passing storm or gust of wind, blowing into my world one moment and leaving it broken the next.”

  “Who brought you up then?”

  “My grandparents, but they were no consolation prize. I suppo
se the best way to describe them would be ‘militant’. They treated me like I was a fucking cadet, just grinding me down over and over. As you can imagine, I fought back, with appropriately militant consequences.”

  “I had no idea, Dex. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. They’re gone now.”

  “You can talk to me, you know. I’m here for you.”

  “I know,” I tell her, “it’s just an unusual concept to get used to, that’s all.”

  “And your mother? Where was she during all of this, when she was away?”

  “Incarcerated. Did time for the usual druggie shit they all get pinned for in the end. I would write her these letters, constantly. I’m talking actual ink and paper here given my grandparents’ disdain for technology. I’d steal stamps from the woman next door, this old bat who had a real thing for me.” I smile at the memory. “She’d leave out milk and cookies sometimes, these giant choc-chip monsters the size of a dinner plate, keep the back door open so I could breeze in and out. My grandparents hated her, but then again they never really liked anyone, least of all me.”

  Lexi’s head falls against my shoulder, her legs folded over the top of mine. “Did your mom ever write back?”

  “Not once. Even so, I kind of expected she’d come and get me when she finally got out of jail, that we’d go on this big road trip together. Childish thinking, I know, but it kept me going. She never came, of course, took off instead for fuck knows where. After that I lost trust in everyone except my two best friends.”

  “Dean and Deric?”

  “Right. They were the only constant in my life, always there no matter what shit cropped up. They still are, even if we come to fisticuffs sometimes. We’re all hot tempered, all trying to be the alpha.”

  “But you’ve made the business work together, haven’t you? It’s going great.”

  I have to laugh at that, especially after my run-in with Deric, but she has a point. “It hasn’t been easy, but I guess the best things in life never are.”

  “What about after high school?” she asks.

  “I went to work right away. My grandparents convinced me I either wasn’t smart or good enough to pursue an education. I was working as a logger a few towns over and hating every fucking minute of it when Dean and Deric approached me. They wanted to turn their mutual love of the wild into a business, wanted me on board, and hey, I had nothing better to do, nothing to lose.