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“You kissed me once. Once! You had me bent over the table.” I pointed to the dinette where I was always going to remember where I got spanked. “I’m not twenty-two. I’m not a good little girl you have to be careful with. You could have fucked me this morning in bed, but you didn’t. I’m not talking bad about myself, but that explains a hell of a lot. You don’t really want me. I went off on a date with another man and you only said, Have fun!”
He crossed his arms over his chest, which was disappointing because I wanted them around me. His hands on me. Touching me. Hell, even spanking me again.
“Exactly. I’ve made myself clear. I want you. You, Lindy Beckett. But like you said, you just came back from a date with another man. I’ll share a bed with you and spank your ass if needed, but you’re not getting my mouth or my dick until you beg.”
“Beg?”
“Beg. I’ve never treated you like a little girl, but I take care of what’s mine.” He stepped close, stroked a hand over my hair and leaned down to murmur in my ear. His breath fanned my neck and I shivered. “I need to know you’re all in. No more dates with dentists or whoever else you swipe right on in those dating apps. That you know it’s my dick you’re riding. That it’s my name you’re screaming when you come. I promise you, I won’t be careful with you. I’ll be as rough and as wild as you need.”
19
DEX
* * *
Mallory was right. The date didn’t go well, and Lindy was back within an hour. She didn’t jump in my arms and proclaim her undying love for me. Instead, she came back with a doggy bag of low self-esteem and weird questions about wheat.
I didn’t know if I should go visit every dentist’s office in town to find the asshole for making her feel like shit, or if I should be thanking him for being Mr. Wrong.
Hearing her talk shit about herself pissed me off. No way was I letting that fly. While I couldn’t picture Lindy with Mav, I understood how an eligible, similarly aged bachelor choosing her sister over her would be tough to handle.
So she went on another failed date and was disappointed. But I was her man. Her Mr. Right. I’d stood in front of her and she couldn’t see what was happening. Hell, right now I was literally right in fucking front of her.
At three thirty-two in the morning–I knew the exact time because I’d slept like shit–Lindy had pushed away the fucking pillow berm she’d put back in place and cuddled up behind me because in her sleep, she was drawn to me. Felt safe. Protected. Desired. She flung her arm over my waist and her hand settled on my lower belly, her fingertips brushing the top of my dick.
That had been three hours ago, and I was in heaven and the worst hell ever. My woman was a cuddler. I was the little spoon in the drawer and she was still–still!–touching my dick.
If those fingers encircling the sensitive ridge without doing a fucking thing wasn’t torture enough, I loved the feel of her pressed against my back, every soft, plush inch of her. Her little nightie–this one was yellow cotton with white lace edging–was clumped about her waist. I felt the material against my back, which meant her bare pussy was pressed against my ass.
God bless airing things out, whatever the hell that meant.
She started to stir, and I knew the second she came awake because she tensed. That had her fingers gripping the head of my dick. Pre-cum spurted and wet my boxers.
She let go because she probably felt it. I took hold of her wrist and kept her from rolling away. Wanted to feel her against me just a moment longer.
“Morning, sugar.”
“Dex. Oh my God.” Her breath heated my back and made even more pre-cum escape.
“You crave a big dick, don’t you? Is that why you’re over here, gripping me? Want it buried deep? Remember, gotta beg.” With that, I raised her knuckles to my mouth, kissed them, then reluctantly–perhaps the hardest thing I’ve ever done–climbed from bed, not looking back. If I did, I would have gotten her beneath me and given her everything she needed. Because Lindy was so fucking hard to resist.
20
LINDY
* * *
I was at work. I had been for two hours. I’d accomplished nothing except open a client’s files on my computer and stare at them. All I could think about was Dex’s dick. How big it had been in my hand. How hard it was. How much I wanted it.
Squash had nothing on Dex, that was for fucking sure.
God, I’d never been so… horny in my life. Alan the Dentist never stood a chance with Dex in the picture. With me in Dex’s house. His bed. With my hand on Dex’s dick.
I’d jumped the berm, snuggled up behind Dex and accosted him.
Again!
I hopped from my desk chair, paced and made a cross between a groan and a screech of frustration. What was I going to do?
