Her pulse jumped. She’d been teasing, but the look in his eyes indicated he had not.
The lift jerked to a halt and she swallowed hard.
“Time to go down now.”
Go down. The way he said it left no doubt of the double meaning. And at the moment, for the first time in her life, she actually had the desire to take a man’s cock in her mouth. Not any man’s, but Brendon’s. Never with her owners had she enjoyed the chore. Quite the opposite.
“Come, love.” His heated gaze ran over hers. “Let us slide and be on our way back to your room.”
Her cheeks heated and she gave a quick nod, turning and exiting the lift onto the slide.
The sudden realization at how high up they were sent a wave of dizziness through her.
“Gods, we are quite a bit in the air, are we not?” she asked, her voice tight.
How had she not realized her fear of the height would be so great?
“Easy, love. I’m right behind you. Just settle onto your bottom, and I’ll slide my legs on the other side of yours.”
She sat gingerly, gripping the edge of the slide’s high walls. Truly, there was no danger of falling off, but still, being able to see under her and over the slide—since it was clear—sent a wave of excitement and terror through her.
Brendon sat down behind her and the slide wobbled slightly, ripping a gasp from her.
“It’s all right. It’s quite safe.” He slid a hand around her waist and urged her to lean back against him.
She did, letting her head rest against the hard curve of his shoulder.
“Ready?”
“No, but I don’t suppose I have any choice now.”
“Not at all, seeing as the toddler is again on the lift at this very moment.”
She bit out a hoarse laugh. Surely if a child could do this, then she could.
“One,” he began. “Two.”
Before he could say three, he’d pushed them free and they swept downward on the slide at breakneck speed.
Nika shrieked as the ground rushed closer with each passing second. Her hair whipped back from her face and her nails dug into Brendon’s legs. The exhilaration and fear combined to make her pulse race and give her a complete feeling of being weightless.
She yelled the whole way down, clutching Brendon until they came to a stop at the bottom.
“Gods!” She laughed and scooted to her feet, pressing a hand against her chest. “That was amazing.”
Brendon’s face was alight with pleasure and he laughed, glancing back at the slide.
“I haven’t a clue the last time I went down that thing.”
Nika laughed harder. “You lied! I thought you went down daily.”
“Hardly. A grown man visiting the play equipment daily?” He made a face. “How scandalous.”
She swatted his chest and he caught her wrist, pulling her close.
“Shall we go down again on the sky-slide?” he murmured, sliding his hands down to her waist. “Or are you hoping for another sort of ride?”
The air escaped her lungs on a tiny puff, as moisture gathered heavy between her legs. “Most definitely another sort of ride.”
“Wonderful,” he growled. “For I am certain I have something for you to ride on, love.”
She bit her lip and pressed her body firmly against his. “Promises, promises.”
His gaze smoldered just before he lowered his head, covering her mouth with his. He licked at her bottom lip, drawing it between his teeth to nibble on, before sliding his tongue inside. She let out a soft sigh and melted into him.
*
Each stroke of Nika’s tongue against his made Brendon’s cock just a little bit harder. Gods, he wanted this woman. Watching her carefree and teasing on the slide had just made him realize how much she’d begun to sink her claws into him.
He lifted his head and pressed his forehead against hers.
“Let’s head back to your room,” he muttered unevenly, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip. “Before I do something highly inappropriate. Like fuck you on one of the high-speed swings.”
She laughed softly and stepped back from him, placing her hand in his again. “Is that considered inappropriate?”
“Naughty minx.”
Her laugh deepened. “Let us go. But might I ask why you do not invite me to your bedchamber?”
He shook his head, but his fingers tightened around her hand. “I make it a rule to never bring a woman back to my bedchamber.”
She opened her mouth to likely ask why not, but then seemed to think better of it.
Good. He hated to admit his reasoning aloud. It wasn’t that he couldn’t bring a woman back to his bedchamber; he was perfectly entitled. And he knew many of his fellow soldiers did so on a regular basis.
But to do that would be opening himself and his life to speculation. It would leave him vulnerable. Being with a woman at her unit or somewhere else gave him the power. It let him come and go exactly when he wanted. There were no ties and there was no way a woman could come harass him at his residence if things ended badly.
The walk back to the lodge seemed to take much longer than the walk to the park. Nightfall was descending upon them and the air grew chilly.
Each step they took brushed her hip against his and sent a wave of her sensual perfume beneath his nostrils. He rubbed his thumb across the palm of her hand and was rewarded when she let out a small groan.
When the lights of the lodge came into view the relief was tangible. He resisted the urge to pick her up, carry her into the lodge and up to her room in true primitive fashion. Something like those fictional caveman films from the old planet Earth that traded like crazy.
The door to the lodge hissed open and they stepped inside hurriedly.
Molly glanced up from the reception desk and her eyes widened in surprise, her hand stopping as it had begun to rise in a wave.
“Good evening, Molly,” Brendon hollered, rushing them toward the stairs.
“Hello, Molly.”
“Umm…good evening, Brendon. Rebecca…”
They made their way up the staircase and he cast a sideways glance at Nika. Or was it Rebecca, likely the latter. The colonel had introduced her as Rebecca as well. Gods, it irked him to know she’d lied to him. She didn’t even look like a Rebecca. It was hard to call her such.
“Are you really named Rebecca?” he asked as she opened her room door.
Gods, he hated that he’d even brought himself to ask. Again. Hadn’t they had this conversation before?
She slipped inside the door and, with her back to him, answered. Her voice sounded a bit off as she said, “Yes. I apologize for lying the first night. I often give a man a counterfeit name when we meet.”
“Often give a man a counterfeit name?” He pressed the button that slid the door shut and his brows drew together. She made it seem as if she picked up men on a regular basis. And yet… “You told me I was your first since Zortou?”
He watched her back stiffen and she seemed to be thinking hard before answering.
“Yes. You were the first I slept with. But I have been trying my hand at flirting on occasion.”
Is that how she’d mastered the cock teasing? Irritation swept through him.
She turned around and gave him an apologetic smile, closing the distance between them. “I regret not telling you my real name.” Her arms wove around her neck and her lower lip protruded into the most enticing pout. “Can you ever forgive me, Brendon?”
His cock stirred against her belly, and he pressed his hips forward so she would feel the evidence of his arousal.
“I’m certain I can be persuaded.”
Arousal flared in her gaze and she licked her lips, lowering her gaze between them.
“I’m certain you can,” she murmured and then slid slowly to her knees before him.
The air hissed out from between his teeth as she fumbled with the fastenings on his uniform. Her brows knit together as she struggled for a moment and then her expression turned smug when the fastening came undone.
She parted the fabric with her fingers, sliding them inside. A moment later she wrapped her hand around his cock.
Brendon closed his eyes for a moment, delighting in the feel of her soft fingers stroking his erection free from his pants.
“You have a beautiful penis,” she murmured. “I wonder what you will feel like in my mouth. How you will taste?”
“Only one way to find out, love.” He opened his eyes again and smiled down at her.
Her expression seemed a bit hesitant as if she fought some demons.
Realization sank in for Brendon. She had likely been forced to do this with her owners.
“Rebecca, if you do not wish to do this, you do not have to.”
Though it would nearly kill him not to have her mouth on him. Already his cock craved the silky wet suction of her mouth. Of course he did not admit such.
“I wish to,” she said with a soft laugh. “And I do believe it is the least I can do after all I put you through in the first couple of days we met.”
“Right you are, woman. Now then.” He cleared his throat, “If you would go about making your amends.”
Any tension seemed to leave her body with the quiet laugh she sounded. Then she leaned forward and her tongue flicked over the head of his cock.
Every muscle in Brendon’s body went taut with the need to have her continue.
She drew her tongue back into her mouth and closed her eyes, as if savoring the taste of him.
When her eyes opened again they were hot with desire. Her fingers clenched around him and her head dipped again. This time her lips closed around the tip.
Her mouth slid onto his cock, so wet and hot. She moved closer to him, her hands clasping his thighs as she slid him deep toward the back of her throat.
“Gods.” He delved his fingers into her hair and held her loosely as she began to move her mouth on him.
She covered her teeth with her lips and drew near the tip of his shaft. Brendon let out a guttural groan. The exquisite pressure sent waves of pleasure through him and his sac tightened.
Her hand slid from his thigh to cup his sac, squeezing lightly as she licked over the length of his cock. Her tongue flicked the head, paying extra attention to the tiny dent on the underside.
“Nika!” He tightened his hands in her hair, vaguely realizing he’d called her by her fake name but not really caring.
She took him in her mouth again, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, sucking him hard each time she reached the head.
Gods. He was going to come. In her pretty little mouth. And heaven help him if he didn’t love the idea.
His sac tightened in her hand and he jerked his hips forward, plunging himself deep into her throat and letting out a hoarse cry.
He came hard, everything in his head going bright while he emptied himself in her mouth. She massaged his sac, milking his spend entirely until he was empty and nearly shaking.
She lifted her head and gave a murmur of satisfaction.
Brendon opened his eyes again, taking a moment before his gaze could focus on her still kneeling at his feet.
Gods, she looked a sight. Still fully dressed and running her tongue over swollen lips.
“Come here,” he whispered and caught her hand, pulling her to her feet.
She licked her lips and slid her hands up his arms, squeezing his muscles.
“Take off your dress,” he commanded.
Wordlessly, she obeyed, sliding the straps off her arms and unfastening the ribbon that was around her rib cage beneath her breasts.
The dress finally fell free, pooling at her feet. She kicked it to the side and stood nude in front of him. Her alabaster skin glowed in the fading light of the room.
Gods, she was a vision. He reached down and stroked his cock, which he was surprised to feel already beginning to harden again.
“Recline on the bed.”
Nika licked her lips and moved to comply. She climbed onto the mattress and then rolled over onto her back.
Brendon bit back a groan at the erotic sight she made. Her long legs slightly parted, the pink lips of her pussy glistening between.
He lifted his gaze higher. Over the concave of her stomach to the gentle swell of her breasts. Her nipples, red and firm, made his mouth water.
“Now then, love. I believe you said something about being bound?”
Her breath caught, but she did not protest as he searched her bureau drawers for stockings. He found a pair and pulled them free.
Walking back around the bed, he kept his gaze on her face, watching for any signs of discomfort. But there was only heated anticipation in her eyes.
He caught both her wrists and dragged them above her head. Winding one of the stockings around them, he then secured it to the steel frame at the head of the bed.
She let out a soft moan and tugged at her arms, as if testing to see how well he’d secured them. There was very little give.
“Lovely,” he murmured.
Shedding his uniform, he stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed and slid one hand up her leg. Higher and higher still. He pushed her thighs open and fully exposed her decadent pussy.
The need to taste her was strong. Already he anticipated her cries of pleasure.
He used his fingers to part the folds of her pussy. Hot cream greeted him and he smiled. Yes, she was anxious for him.
Lowering his head, he pressed a kiss against her clit and smiled when she drew in a sharp breath. He kissed it again, nuzzling the hidden nub before flicking his tongue out to tease it.
“Oh.” She let out a soft moan.
Possessiveness moved through him and he growled, lowering his mouth to her again. His tongue swept lower, pressing into her channel to taste her.
Musky and slick, her cream coated his tongue and he devoured it, eating at her pussy while bringing his thumb up to rub her clit.
Her hips rose against his mouth and the desperate cries he’d been craving started.
“Please,” she whispered.
He rubbed her swollen nub faster, pressed his tongue deeper inside her.
Her legs began to slide on the bed, her body twisting beneath him. He laid his free hand across her thighs to hold her still.
Knowing she was close to her peak, he pinched her clit hard and fucked her rapidly with his tongue.
“Brendon!” Her back arched off the bed and she screamed, her thighs clenching around him.
While she climaxed, he slid up her body, pushed her legs apart, and plunged into her still-rippling pussy.
“Gods!” She groaned and tugged at her bound hands, her breasts lifting higher as she squirmed beneath him.
The weight of his body pressed hers deeper into the mattress, until she could no longer wiggle beneath him.
She let out a ragged moan and closed her eyes, seeming to surrender any idea of freeing her hands or having control, and instead wrapped her legs about his waist.
Brendon drew in an uneven breath as he pumped in and out of her sweet pussy. Gods. She was so wet and hot, her body a paradise come to life.
The rhythm of his thrusts stayed steady as he watched the pleasure flicker on her face.
Fuck, he wanted her. For more than just a few nights. He wanted her indefinitely.
He moved harder in her now. Her breasts flattened against him, the nipples scraping his chest.
When he normally would have been tempted to come, he kept going. Their joining was so sweet. So intense. His primal side took dominance and the need to claim her everywhere.
He pulled his cock from between her legs and then grabbed her hip, rolling her onto her belly.
“What—”
“I want your ass,” he muttered, running his hands over the firm cheeks of her bottom.
Her hands still restrained above her head, she glanced at him over her shoulder and groaned. “Yes.”
Her fervent reply surprised him, but was a welcome response as he’d already plunged his fingers inside her to find her cream.
He brought the slick liquid of her arousal back to the rosebud of her ass and pressed it inside, holding her cheeks apart to expose the smaller hole.
After penetrating her for a moment with two fingers, he slid a hand beneath her belly to raise her onto her knees.
With her face and breasts still on the mattress but her ass in the air, he entered her.
Gripping her hips, he slid his cock into the tight channel of her ass. Gods, he hoped she could take him, even as he worried slightly he might hurt her.
“Gods,” she gasped. “Yes, Brendon. Take me.”
Brendon’s nails dug into her hips and he growled, driving himself deep as she screamed in pleasure.
He moved steadily inside her, the tightness and heat of fucking her here so intense he had to bite the inside of his cheek to hold himself from spending too soon.
His gaze moved over her. Her mouth now parted in a silent gasp and her eyes were only half open. The combination of the sharp cries she made and her submissive position finally snapped all his control.
With a growl, he plunged harder into her. Faster. Fucking her ass until his balls tightened and his mind became a blur.
Reaching blindly beneath her, he found her clit and squeezed it. He wanted to send her tumbling over the edge of pleasure as he finally exploded inside her.
A few minutes later, he pulled his cock from her body and ran a hand down her trembling thighs.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked softly and brushed a kiss against her lower back.
“Mmm. Only the good kind of hurt.” She gave a soft laugh and rolled over. Tugging at her wrists she arched a brow. “Though I think I’m losing feeling in my hands.”
He winced and quickly untied her. “I apologize, love.”
“No need. That was incredible.” She sat up and caught the back of his head, pulling him forward to nip at his bottom lip. “Only next time, I’ll tie you up.”
He gave a soft growl and plundered her mouth in a deeper kiss. When he raised his head he muttered, “You have a deal.”
“Do you have to leave tonight?” she asked softly. “You’re welcome to slumber in my room.”
Stay over in her room. The idea flickered through his head and gained momentum. He’d stayed last night as well. If he made this a habit, Molly might up and charge her for another person.
“I’ll stay,” he murmured. “But we have not eaten supper.”
“It’s late. Do we need it?”
He leaned down to kiss one pert nipple. “I do, love. How about I bring us something back?”
She sat up in bed, propping her head up with her elbow. “That sounds lovely.”
Brendon sought out his uniform and dressed quickly. “I shall return shortly. Don’t miss me too much.”
“Impossible not to.” She winked and then rolled onto her stomach, waving her ass in his face. “Hurry back.”
His blood stirred. Again. “I intend to.”
* * * *
Molly waited in the lobby of the lodge, leaning against the reception desk as she made conversation with the girl who’d arrived to take her place.
Annoyance raced through her veins as she glanced again into the restaurant and out the door of the lodge. Where was he? He’d requested a dinner with her and then refused to show? Of all the gall!
“So what are you plans for this evening?” the girl asked. “Anything exciting?”
“Apparently not.” Her mouth tightened and she headed toward the door. “If anyone asks for me, I have gone for a walk.”
“Oh! But I thought…”
The girl’s words were wiped out as the door hissed open. Molly stepped out into the cool air but welcomed the chill.
What a fool she was. For a moment today she’d thought…what? What did you think? You made it clear you had no time to dally in a relationship. Perhaps he finally took your words to heart.
She quickened her pace and started on the trail, the air seething out from between her teeth. Still, he could have at least contacted her to let her know this dinner he’d planned would not happen.
Footsteps sounded behind her and she spun around, just as the man lurched forward.
His hand slammed across her mouth, cutting off her cry of fear as he jerked her hard against his rotund body. Red eyes glowed down at her in the darkness of the night and her heart nearly stopped.
Oh gods!