“Hmm.” Alex twists his lips as if he is contemplating my suggestion. “I might consider it if you use a few more manners.”
The gall of him!
I knock his ego down a few pegs by snarling, “Fuck me or bring in someone more capable of doing the job.”
That untwists his lips by hardening them into a firm, straight line.
Not so smug now, are you?
The minute I return to Ravenshoe, I’m sending the chatty baker a dozen roses. Jealousy can make men stupid, insolent little boys, but it can also bring out their dominance. Alex won’t fuck me into submission, though. He’ll utterly destroy me for every man after him.
Goodie.
His destructive path starts at my breasts. He kneads and fondles them until my nipples harden into points. After he’s caressed them long enough I’m on the brink of insanity, his attention drops a few inches. My moans urge him toward the area weeping for his attention. Thankfully, he doesn’t keep me waiting for long. With one hand needed to pin my arms to the bed, he spreads the lips of my pussy with his index finger and thumb before circling his lips around my clit. He sucks it into his mouth gently, causing my thighs to shake.
My eyes stop rolling to the back of my head halfway when he growls against my slick sex, “Don’t come.”
Huh? He didn’t just say what I thought he did, did he?
He does a long lick to the area mere seconds from shattering before locking his eyes with mine. I don’t need him to repeat his demand to know of its existence—his eyes say it all—but just in case they don’t, he reiterates, “Don’t come. If you do, it will be the only orgasm you’ll have tonight.”
Before I can announce my utter disgust at his request, he pushes two fingers inside of me. I know what he’s doing. He wants me to defy him, to show I have no control over my body when it comes to him.
The only thing I’m going to show him is how stupidly wrong he is.
No one controls me. Not the man finger-fucking me to the point of oblivion, or the one who ensures my tummy never goes hungry. I might work in a male-dominated industry, but I don’t workforthem.Imake them who they are.Imake them better people.
The grunt Alex releases matches mine when I use all my strength to curl my legs around his waist and flip him over. He acts surprised by my grapple for control, but the faint grin tugging at his lips gives away his true feelings. He wants me to fight, because he doesn’t want a wallflower. He wants an equal, so that’s precisely what I’ll give him.
With my now free hands spread across his sweaty pecs, I lower myself onto his cock. A pleasurable burn overwhelms me as I take what I need.
When my backside hits Alex’s chunky thighs, I swivel my hips, taking even more of him inside of me. Even with my spikes hackled, it feels unbelievably good to be filled by him. This is sex. It makes me feel dirty. Wanton. Downright fucking filthy. But it also makes me feel incredibly free.
I feel the latter more than anything when I’m being consumed by Alex. In this moment, as I’m blinded by the raging inferno brewing between us, I could imagine myself falling in love with him. Not just a fleeting fling that burns as fiercely as my lungs do when he enters the room or my pussy aches from taking a man his size. A long commitment. A mutual devotion.True love.
After taking an unsteady breath to calm the nerves taking flight in my stomach, I rise to my knees. Alex’s fingers flex against my hips. “Not yet.” His words are more like groans. “I need a moment. You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now. Fierce. Strong. You’re making me so unhinged I’ve lost my fucking mind, Rae, but I don’t give a shit. They can have it all, everything I have, as long as I never have to give you up.”
See? That’s what I was talking about when I said he destroys both my pussy and my heart. The look on his face as he relishes being surrounded by my heat is as sexy as fuck, but it does weird things to my insides. Things I’ve never felt before. Things I’m scared of. It makes my earlier statement not a possibility, more a certainty.
I thought I was incapable of love. Only now do I realize I’ve always had the ability, I just never had the right man.
That’s all set to change now. . .maybe?
12
“You’re braver than me.” Ralph, local hooligan/rifle range manager, doubles his grin before handing me a loaded gun. “She’s got that killer gleam in her eyes your dad always told me to watch for. As far as she’s concerned, the target isn’t the only fool standing in this range, waiting to be shot.” He nudges his head to the paper silhouette. “Do you want me to draw some coconuts on his crotch? Make sure her aim is real precise?”
Rolling my eyes at the jest in his tone, I ensure the safety on my gun is on before making my way to Regan. She’s standing at the entrance of the firing range, looking as out of place as she did last night when I forced her to take the reins in our exchange.
Don’t get me wrong, I have no qualms accepting any power Regan is willing to give me, but last night wasn’t about that. I can’t gripe about us being equal if I don’t occasionally hand over the controls. Regan is fierce, stronger than she’ll ever know, but her fierceness grows tenfold when she lets herself go. If she needs to reign supreme to achieve that, so be it. I didn’t lie when I said she is so far above me, I’m afraid I’ll never catch her. I still can’t believe she is here now, in my hometown, wearing teeny shorts and one of my shirts twisted into the middle of her stomach.
Besides, she’s as sexy as fuck when she’s grappling for power. I love that she has a backbone, and she’s not afraid to use it. That means she’ll forever walk beside me, not behind me.
Hearing my approach, Regan spins around to face me. She’s nervously chewing on her lower lip. “Is this really necessary?”
I arch a brow, answering her without words. We’ve had the same conversation four times already this morning. This is as necessary as my heart’s ability to pump blood.
“You arenotat any time to touch the trigger until you’re ready to shoot. Do you understand?”
