Greetings from Sugartown (14 page)

“I don’t like you wearing these,” I say, as I unfasten the button and zip, and strip them from her body. She’s wearing a pink pair of cotton underwear, and the plain white singlet she had on underneath her jumper.

“Since when? I thought you loved those shorts. I own ten pairs because you said you loved my bum in them.”

“That was before we started taking in strays.”

“Elijah, I’m not going to stop wearing shorts because we have another man staying with us.”

“I don’t want you drinking with him when I’m not here.”

“Why?”

“I just don’t.”

She pulls back to scan my face. “You don’t trust me with him.”

“I don’t trust him. Period.”

“And you don’t think I’m capable of saying no?”

“I know you’re not capable of throwing him off if he tries something.”

“Okay,” she says impatiently, her eyes flash with anger as she pushes me off her. “Not every man is a rapist, Cade.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought of fucking you since I came home? Hell, since I woke up this morning?”

“Daniel’s not like that.”

“Daniel?” My brows shoot skyward. I can’t help it; everything about this situation rubs me the wrong way. “You two have been friendly.”

“Don’t be an idiot. I asked, and he told me.” Ana sits up on the bed with her back pressed against the headboard. She folds her arms, and frowns. “Look, I get that you’re worried about his presence here, but one way to make sure your girlfriend is safe is to be here with her, instead of at the shop with some slut you banged once upon a time.”

I close my eyes, pinch the bridge of my nose, and take a deep breath in to avoid going completely ape-shit on the woman I love. “Are we really doing this again?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, does it irritate you that your girlfriend doesn’t like you spending time with your ex-lover?” she yells in my face, her finger stabbing at me and pissing me off.

“Stop fucking yelling at me.” I trap her hands in mine to keep her from poking a hole right through my chest. She struggles free of my grip.

“Does it?” she demands.

“Yeah, it does. It shits me to fucking tears that we have to keep having this conversation.” I’m so fucking mad I wanna hit something. I can’t believe we’re here again. I know I fucked up, but Jesus Fucking H Christ, she needs to learn to start trusting me or we’re never going to make it. I spring at her, pinning her to the bed. Ana struggles beneath me. She kicks and shouts.

“Let me go.”

“No. Look at me,” I demand, immobilising her hands between us. She struggles harder, and I fight her at every turn. “Listen to me, God damn it. You wanna know why I took that job tonight? Because Nicole’s father offered to pay us double if I had it done by the morning so his daughter could safely drive up the coast on a fucking shopping trip. Her dad took her home five minutes later—I got to work on the car because business has been pretty damn slow of late, and your old man’s done a shitload for me, for us, and I thought it was a small price to pay in order to make him some money.”

Ana stills beneath me. “She wasn’t there with you?”

“No, she wasn’t there. You asked me not to be alone with her. I respect that. As for never speaking to her again, it’s kind of impossible. We live in a small town; I’m going to run into her. It’s unavoidable. I can promise you, though, that I don’t want her. I never wanted her, baby girl. I wanted you, and I couldn’t have you—”

“So what? You grabbed the next best thing?”

“No, not even close. I fucked a whore in a public toilet because it was easy, and it was killing me to see you flirting with another man.”

“I wasn’t flirting with him.”

“I know that now. Just like I know you were hurting just as badly, just like I hope you know I’m not interested in screwing other women. Hell, I don’t even fucking see other women any more. You’re all I see, Ana. You’re all I want to see.”

I come up onto my knees and yank my shirt over my head, then I go to work on my belt and jeans, allowing them fall down around my ankles. My belt hits the floor with a thud, and I kick off the scratchy, oil stained denim. “Take your clothes off.”

“You don’t think maybe we should talk some more about this?”

“Ana, baby girl, take your fucking clothes off before I rip them from your hot little body.”

She raises her hands in a warding gesture. “Okay, okay, taking them off.”

“You’re taking too long,” I growl, and pounce on the bed. I don't hear what she says next because I'm too busy burying my face in her tits and inhaling. She smells like she always does, a mix of vanilla and baked goods, only now she smells like my favourite whiskey, too. Ana arches her body towards me, and there's a mixture of both fear and excitement in her gaze as it meets mine. She's not wearing a bra, so her full, beautiful tits are in my hands the second I lean up and free her body from her singlet. I close my mouth over one nipple, gently biting down on the pink flesh. She moans.

“I should make you mad more often.”

“No, you really shouldn't.”

“I don’t know. The make-up sex is always a little more intense.”

“You want intense, baby girl?”

She nods, and gives me a devilish smile as she strips off her underwear.

“Close your eyes,” I command. She does as I ask, and I pull the top sheet out from underneath her, tearing the edge with my teeth and ripping through the soft cotton. Ana’s eyes spring open and she leans up on her elbows. She’s horrified.

“What the hell are you doing?” she yells. “Those are two thousand thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets.”

“Do I look like I give a flying fuck about your bed sheets? Close your eyes, and lie back on the bed. I’m not going to ask you again.”

My tone brooks no argument, and she immediately lies back, though I know she’s fuming about her fucking sheets because her hands clutch the mattress when I begin tearing again.

She opens her eyes, and shoots me an irritated glare. “Do you really have to—”

“Ana, baby, not another word,” I warn.

I continue ripping the sheets into ribbons, and Ana glares at me the whole time. “I told you to close your eyes.”

“What if I like watching you?” she asks playfully, stretching her leg up to glide the sole of her foot over my chest. The view is fucking incredible. Her pussy is pink and wet, and I have to take a deep breath to avoid sinking myself inside her too soon. I take hold of her ankle and run my fingers over the soft flesh of her arch, down her tanned calf to her inner thigh. I stop just before I reach her gorgeous pussy. She pouts.

Climbing up on the bed, I take her wrist in my hands. She tries to skim her palm down my chest, but I hold her away from my naked torso. “I don’t want you to see a thing. I don’t want you to touch a thing.” I place her arm gently back on the bed above her head, so it’s resting on the pillow. Taking her other wrist, I place it beside the first, and wrap the soft cotton around them, binding them together and fixing them to the headboard, tightly. “I only want you to feel. I’m going to make you forget anyone else exists, Ana.”

She lets out a shaky breath, her hips rocking back into the mattress. “I forget other men exist the second you look at me.”

“Keep your pretty mouth shut or I’ll bind that, too. The only sound I want to hear from your lips are your screams when I make you come over and over again.”

Her mouth opens, probably to protest, but I press my index finger against her lips and her tongue darts out to taste it. I plunge two fingers inside, and she sucks them like she would my cock. I’m so hard I could cut fucking diamonds. I take my fingers from her mouth, trail my hands over her tits and down the centre of her body to her pussy, where I delve a finger inside. Then I add another. Her hips rock up off the mattress to meet my hands. She moans. Fuck me. I could very well lose my shit right here without ever removing my dick from my pants. I twist my fingers inside her warmth, pulling them all the way out before thrusting back inside. I lay my free hand over the mound of her pussy, applying just enough pressure for her G-spot to sit up and pay attention. Her hips are rocking back and forth in time with my thrusts, and she’s panting like a bitch in heat. Two more strokes and I could have her completely, but I’m not ready for the teasing to be over yet, so I yank my hands from her body and plunge my fingers back in her mouth. Her eyes fly open in shock, but she sucks them clean anyway. Her breathing is hurried, her body sweating and burning up beneath my hands. I ease my fingers from her hot little mouth and lift another strip of binding from the bed. Ana stares at me in confusion.

“Not my legs,” she whispers and I see fear slide behind her gaze. This is not a new thing for us. She hates to have her legs pinned. It’s fine if I’m on top and she can wrap them around my hips, and she doesn’t even mind when I wedge her between me and the couch and take her from behind, but she won’t even entertain the idea of letting me bind them. Truth be told, I’d rather her keep them free anyway. Binding a woman’s legs limits too much. I could give two shits about tying her up that way.

“Not your legs,” I agree softly. “You okay?”

She nods. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes glassy, and dark with desire. She seems together enough, but I’m torn between wanting to push all her boundaries and wanting to just wrap her up in my arms and protect her from her demons.

“You need me to stop, baby girl?”

“No,” she breathes.

“That’s what I thought.”

I wrap the binding between my fists, and lean over her body. I place the soft strip over her eyes, and she lifts her head so that I can tie it neatly at the nape of her neck. I ease her head back on the pillow and run my fingers down the side of her face and neck, stopping to pinch her pink nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Ana’s mouth opens with a gasp.

I shift to the end of the bed, parting her legs, and sliding my hands between them. I circle my thumb over her clit, and she arches up on the bed once more. I lean in, close enough for her to feel my breath on that fucking gorgeous cunt. Close enough to smell her sweet scent. I dart my tongue out and lick from arsehole to clit, delving into her sweetness, tasting every beautiful drop of arousal she has to give. She inhales as I pull her into my mouth. Her legs shake when I intensify the pressure.

I keep it up for a bit, sucking and releasing her clit, biting, stroking and alternating between feather-like caresses and punishing lashes of my tongue. When I feel she’s close to tripping over the edge, I stop my onslaught and move off the bed. Ana lets out a frustrated groan. I lightly slap her thigh in response.

“Ow,” she says.

“Quiet, or I’ll do it again.”

It’s a
hurmph
that escapes those perfect, fuckable lips this time, and I slap her pussy hard in retaliation. She squeals, and attempts to close her thighs on my hand, but she opens them again once I begin to rub her clit. “Tonight I do what I want with you, Ana. If I tell you to sit up and beg, you’ll beg. If I tell you to open your legs for me, you’ll do it. You’ll do everything I ask, and what’s more, you’ll like it. Are we clear, baby girl?”

She nods, slowly, as if she’s afraid to move too suddenly, and risk angering me further. I climb back on the mattress, kneeling beside her head. “Open your mouth.”

Her lips part as she sucks in a slow breath. I take one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and pinch hard. Ana cries out, her mouth opening on an
O
. I slide the head of my cock against her lips, and she opens wider for me, sucking me in with slow, languid strokes. I run my fingers through her hair, tugging on it the way I would her ponytail as she quickens her pace. I push in a little deeper, till I’m fucking the back of her throat. My balls tighten, and I gotta pull away before I coat her pretty throat with come. She frowns when my cock slides free and opens her mouth to protest, but I slap her pussy, and she quickly shuts up. I don’t leave her waiting long before I’m easing away the sting by stroking my fingers over her soaked lips, focusing my attention on her clit until she’s panting for release.

I don’t let her have it, though. Tonight we’re playing by my rules.

“Please, Elijah. I need to come.”

I slap her pretty pussy twice more, one after the other in quick succession, rubbing away the sting with delicious pleasure.

“You come when I say you come. Not before,” I whisper. Goosebumps break out over her body, and she squeezes her thighs together tightly, I assume to try and alleviate some of the tension. I spread her legs apart with a sharp slap to her outer thigh. Leaning over to the bedside table, I take a bottle of lube and her pink rabbit from the drawer. I squeeze a small amount from the tube and coat my cock in it, pumping into my hand while I groan, “Fuck me. I could come just looking at you.”

I squirt lube onto the vibrator and edge closer to her body. Taking a pillow, I place it beneath her hips and bring her legs up vertically so the soles of her feet rest against my chest. I plunge inside her, until my head hits the very end of her. Fuck, the way she feels when she’s wrapped around me, it’s overwhelming. It’s intense. It makes me wanna do stupid shit like sing from the rooftop, buy a fucking house.
Or get married
. Shit. I am so in over my head with this woman. In a way I feel like that’s what this night is about. Taking back some of the power she’s stolen from me. I love her so damn much it hurts, but it’s not a feeling I’m used to. I’ve never been this vulnerable when it came to another human being, and as much as I worship the fucking ground she walks on, I don’t like it one bit. This is my way of punishing us both. Me because I’m the idiot who handed over my heart and what’s left of my tired, battered soul, and her for being the only woman who could make me do it.

I’m not gonna lie, though—seeing her fuckable little body trussed up like a Christmas ham gets me so damn hard, I could pound metal by just flashing my dick at it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to buy a gimp suit and go all
American Horror Story
on this shit, but I like taking control. I have a hard time handing that over to someone else. Ana’s not just anyone, though, and I don’t need her bound and collared at my feet. I just need her to stay. No matter what, I need her to stay with me.