wants to talk to you both.”
Chapter Thirteen
Lauren pulled the Brigade’s Humvee into the driveway of a modest two-story Colonial Chad had directed her to. It was the type they used to drive by and say some day, we’ll own a house like that. A massive beech tree shaded the front lawn, though its leaves now covered the lawn not the branches. She could picture Chad playing catch with a son, or daughter, beneath it. Or maybe he’d put up a hoop over the two-car garage and teach their child how to free throw. If she even dared thinking about having another child.
One hurdle at a time.
“You’re right. It’s just the type of house we used to dream about.” She pulled the keys from the ignition and pressed the button to release the trunk latch.
“I’ll get it,” he said calmly when she reached for the door handle.
Ever the gentleman, he walked around the car and held open the door for her. She took the hand he offered to help her out-it wasn’t that she needed the help. Or maybe, from the way her knees were shaking, she did.
Lauren tightened the grip on her purse and followed him in, waiting in the open doorway while he turned off the alarm. A beam of late afternoon sunlight bounced off the crystal chandelier hanging from the two-story ceiling. The oak banister gleamed as if it had just been polished, as did the matching hardwood floor. “It’s beautiful.”
“Do you want a tour?” Chad had his hands stuck in his pockets again, a sign she remembered meant he was nervous. At least she wasn’t the only one whose knees were beating a tattoo to rival a woodpecker.
She trailed him as he took her on a tour of the house. They started in the kitchen where she admired the glass-fronted units and granite counter then proceeded through the first floor-an office they could share, the living room with its marble-fronted fireplace and two-story wood-beamed ceilings.
“I hired an architect to redesign it,” he explained when they reached the top floor. “It used to be a four bedroom but I had him combine one of the smaller bedrooms with the master. You’d always said you wanted an ensuite…I thought maybe…”
That if he’d made everything perfect, she’d come back to him. The same way he’d become almost obsessive about picking up his clothes and keeping things neat. “Show me?”
He held out his hand, waiting until she’d laced their fingers together before leading her to the master suite dominated by a king-sized bed.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to show you this room. To…” He shook his head. “Never mind. One day at a time, right?”
Right about certain things. But not for what she sensed he needed. “To what? To make love to me? To tie me up and have your way with me the way we used to?”
“Yes.” Need and desire filled both his voice and his eyes.
“So what are you waiting for? I’m here. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Take your clothes off.” A command, not a question. A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine with heated fingers.
Dropping her purse on the floor, she removed her holster and placed it on the dresser. She slipped off her blouse, then unhooked her bra and let it fall beside her purse. Her slacks hit the floor moments later followed by her thin, lacy boy shorts. Her pulse jacked into the triple digits as she stood naked while he was completely clothed. The air in the room thinned and heated at the same time, especially as his gaze raked her.
“Play with yourself. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you.” His voice rasped over her skin, setting her nerve endings on fire as if he’d scraped her all over with sandpaper.
The way she wanted him to touch her? She let her head fall back and closed her eyes as she fondled her breasts. As she had so many times in the past, she imagined it was his fingers stroking the sensitive skin, tweaking her nipples.
“Don’t close your eyes, Lauren. Look at me while you’re pleasuring yourself.”
Her eyelids were heavy but she forced them open and found he’d moved closer. She pinched her nipples hard enough to create a sting that soon changed to heat. This, this is what I want you to do. She tugged and rolled them again and again, the moisture below gathering as the sensation shot to her pussy.
Not breaking her gaze, one hand slipped over her belly and between her thighs. Cream drenched her fingers as they slid through her folds.
“Is that what you want me to do to you?”
“Yes.”
He crowded her, so close the heat from his body warmed her over-sensitized skin. “My mouth or my fingers?”
“Either. Both.” While her one hand continued to play with her breasts, her hips rotated, pressing her clit against her palm. She quickened her pace then needing more, plunged one finger, then another inside her. Each breath grew harder to draw. “Oh God, Chad, I want you inside me. Your fingers, your cock, I don’t care. I need…”
Before she could push herself over the edge and climax, Chad grabbed her hand from between her legs. He lifted it to his mouth, sucking first one finger then the other. Once they were clean, he bent his head and captured one of her taut nipples with his teeth while his other hand ventured where hers had been.
Lauren moaned as he plunged his fingers inside her at the same time he nipped at her breast. The stinging caused by his teeth combined with the pleasure of his fingers until she had to hang onto his shoulders to remain upright. He varied the speed and the depth of his penetration, bringing her close to climax at least twice before he withdrew.
As much as she wanted to moan her complaint, to beg him to let her come, she kept her mouth shut. He took great pride in making her come multiple times, so whatever he had planned, she was prepared to wait him out.
“Kneel on the bed with your ass in the air.”
She did as he bid, turning her head to watch him methodically strip. He removed his gun from its holster and placed it in the bedside table. Leaving her waiting was part of his plan she decided as he opened the closet and hung his suit jacket. Like at the farm, he folded his shirt and placed it in the hamper. She used the time to watch the play of muscles on his back and abdomen as he stripped his trousers and hung them on a press. When he was finally naked, his cock was still fully erect. Instead of returning to her, he headed into the bathroom.
She didn’t have to ask what he was looking for-she’d known as soon as he’d turned her onto her stomach what he’d want. He returned a few moments later, his erection hard and tall against his belly.
Her eyes widened at the items he carried upon his return. The butt plug he placed on the mattress beside her was at least the same size as his cock so she wasn’t too worried about it, but her pulse raced at the riding crop he set beside her.
He knelt behind her and murmured, “Spread your legs wider, babe.”
She shuffled until her knees were the distance apart he’d indicated. As soon as she stopped moving, he picked up the bottle of lube and applied a generous dollop to the anal plug and coated it with his fingers. “Relax.”
It was easier for him to say than for her to do, especially when he squirted lube over her behind. And even tougher when he pressed the hard tip of the plug against her opening. As he pressed it inward, his other hand toyed with her clit. Before she knew it, her hips were rotating against his fingers, her ass pressed against the plug and it popped past the ring of muscles. “Stand up, Lauren.”
She carefully pushed herself to a stand. His features, normally so carefully controlled, were unguarded, the lust and desire filling his eyes, hardening his lips. He wanted her like this. He needed her. As much as she needed him.
She stayed still as he fixed the harness to the plug and around her hips.
“Get back on the bed the way you were before. Grab hold of the headboard.”
She bit her lip to keep herself from moaning and hurried to position herself the way he’d ordered. He’d not fastened the second cuff around her wrist securing her to the headboard, and she was already trembling in
