Mac chewed on her lower lip and looked up at him through lowered lashes. “Maybe.”
“Don’t worry about it. If there’s anything of my integrity left to guard, I’ll take care of it.”
Mac put her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him back. She might as well have been trying to move her house with her bare hands. He swung her around and backed her against the arm of the couch, pressing his erection against her crotch.
She fought for the words that seemed to be diving overboard at an alarming rate, deserting that sinking ship that was her brain. Oh yeah, it had sunk, right down to the wet spot between her legs.
Bruiser pulled at the delicate skin on her collarbone with his teeth.
“You’re not nearly as selfish as you pretend to be,” Mac panted.
“You think?” He licked his way up her neck to her ear.
“I know.”
“That’s your fantasy, so you can keep it.”
His face was so close to hers she could see a little scar just above his lip. One slight imperfection. It made him more real, more vulnerable.
“Now I want my own fantasy.” He picked her up and headed for her bedroom.
Two nights could be considered a brief fling, but three nights would lead to a fourth, and another, and another, and then she’d be left with a broken heart and nothing more. Only she didn’t give a damn.
Maybe there was a bit of her daredevil brother in her after all.
* * * * *
Bruiser set Mac on her feet, stripped off her oversized T-shirt, and tossed her on her bed. A moment later, his own clothes dropped to the floor.
She stared up at him, looking incredibly seductive and naïve all at the same time, so much like the old Mac before his teammates’ wives had made her over. While the new Mac got his heart thumping and pulse racing, the Mac underneath struck him as a woman he could actually depend on, which would be a first in his life.
“Do you trust me?” He needed her trust because he thought, in a weird way, it would help his own inability to trust.
She nodded.
“Give me a minute.” He knew exactly what he wanted. Hurrying to the mud room, he grabbed a handful of long zip ties out of a box of heavy-duty lawn bags on the shelf by the back door. Yeah, these would have to do the trick. He strode back into the room, dangling them from his fingers.
Mac lifted her head. Her eyes got big and her eyebrows rose, almost disappearing into her hairline. “What’s that for?”
“If you have to ask, I’ll need to show you.”
“You’re not going to use those on me?” She started to get up.
He pushed her back down, his hand just below her breasts, and pinned her to the bed. “A little more control over the lady on the bed while I’m driving her fucking nuts drives me fucking nuts too.”
“You’re going to tie me up?” Her mouth formed a big O while her eyes danced with Bring it on.
“Uh, yeah.” Bruce crawled onto the bed. Mac giggled and made a leap for freedom, but she was no match for Bruiser’s athletic moves. He pinned her to the bed again, this time straddling her rib cage right snug up against her breasts. He took a moment to appreciate those nice breasts as they rose and fell against his crotch and thighs. Mac squirmed underneath him, making a show of attempting to get free but not putting much effort into it.
Bruiser grabbed her hands and zip-tied her wrists to the headboard, not tightly enough to cut off the circulation but just enough she couldn’t free herself.
She glared at him but not very convincingly. “I still have my legs free. I could do some real damage to you with my knees.”
He chuckled and sat back. “Thanks for the warning.” Sliding off her, he pulled the tie off her robe. Opening the closet door, he snagged a belt off a raincoat. He turned and stood by the bed, holding the items up for her to see.
“Don’t you dare.” She licked her lips and writhed on the bed. Yeah, the lady was liking this game despite her protests.
“I don’t think you’re in a position to make demands.” Damn, his dick ached. It was so hard, he swore it’d turned to concrete just by his looking at her.
“You’re gonna pay for this, buster.”
“Promise?” He loved it when a woman threatened him.
She kicked out, grazing his chest with her big toe. He snatched her ankle, keeping free of her other foot, and pulled her leg toward the post on the footboard. A couple quick wraps and it was tied. Skirting the bottom of the bed, he managed to grab the other foot despite her wild flailing and kicking, even as she laughed and giggled. He tied the other ankle fast to the opposite post, then stood back to survey his handiwork as he stroked his dick.
Mac was spread-eagled and ready for his pleasure. Her eyes shot fake daggers through him, even as they danced with pure devilish enjoyment and raging desire. The fight was all for show because they both knew Mac was nobody’s slave, and Bruiser wouldn’t want her to be.
A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her silky, tanned skin. His gaze slipped down her body, starting with her nipples jutting proudly above those creamy mounds of flesh still bearing his teeth marks from their last encounter, over her flat stomach to the pleasure spot between her spread legs. He liked a woman open to him. Liked to see her glistening juices, signaling how ready she was for him. In fact, he liked every fucking thing about her situation. And his.
Bruiser crawled onto the bottom of the bed. Holding her thighs apart even farther, he dipped his head downward,
