Guilty Cravings (The Steamy South 1) (15 page)

“I want you,” she
whispered, squeezing the head of his dick, wishing she was sucking it.

He hissed and gently
unclasped her hand. “We’re focusing on you this time. I want to watch.” He left
the bed, moved a chair and sat facing her.

Instantly she missed
the heat of his big, hard body. “Way over there? You’re mean.” She pouted,
hoping to somehow sway him. “I want you, Nick…your cock…right here.” She spread
her legs and stroked a finger along her wet, sensitive sex lips.

He clenched his jaw
and emitted a low growl. “Good god, Em, you’re killing me.”

“No, you’re killing
me. From deprivation.” Her pussy ached painfully to have his cock spreading it
and filling it.

“Dip your finger into
your pussy,” he murmured, his darkened eyes focused intently between her legs.

When she followed his
instructions, his face tightened and his cock jerked.

“Now slide the tip of
your finger over your clit. Yeah, that’s it. Rub it harder.”

Though initially
inhibited, she was now enjoying his gaze on her, becoming more and more needy
and wet. Turning him on made her ache even more. For a moment, she simply
enjoyed the sensations, remembering the incredible indulgent pleasure when Nick
had licked her earlier.

At the sound of a
snap, she noticed he’d coated the anal beads in clear lubrication from the
bottle he’d found in her lingerie drawer. “Show me what you do with these.”

She shook her head.
“I haven’t used them much. I don’t even like them.”

“No excuses.” With
his flushed skin, dilated pupils and his cock standing erect as a tree trunk,
he looked beyond hot and horny.

She grinned. “Like
toys much, Nick?”

“Hell yes, when
they’re in your pussy. Or your ass.”

She burned with
desire to have his gorgeous cock thrusting into her. What was he trying to do
to her? Kill her with need?

Maybe he would give
her some cock if she turned him on enough, if she could somehow make him lose
control. She took the slippery, continuous strand of silicone beads from him
and positioned it at her anus. She pushed the first tiny bead in, then the
next. The penetration added a new dimension to her already powerful arousal.

“Fuck yeah, that’s
hot,” he whispered, leaning forward and kissing her knee.

The beads gradually
became larger. She pushed in two more. “That’s all I can take.”

“I bet you can take a
couple more.”

“I don’t know.” She
could take him, that was for sure.

“Let’s see if you
can. I’ll help.” He removed her hand from the toy. “Relax,” he whispered and
gently pushed, popping another larger bead in.

The stimulation
almost overwhelmed her. “Oh, Nick.”

“How does that feel?”
He carefully nudged it again and another, even larger bead popped in. The
fullness was incredibly erotic.

“Good. I want you
now, Nick. Please,” she hissed. For him to slide inside her now would be out of
this world.

“Wait right there.”

He lubed the dildo
again, then eased it into her pussy until it was embedded deep. But she knew
his cock was even bigger than her largest toy and she couldn’t wait to have
him.

Gradually, he thrust
the dildo in and out, starting slowly, then moved faster. Surprising her, he
pulled one bead from her ass, then another. The orgasm thundered through her
before she could do anything but scream and arch toward him. Clutching her
pillow, she allowed the ecstasy to storm through her, imagining the dildo was
Nick’s cock.

Wow, did he know how
to give phenomenal orgasms. She gasped for breath as he gently removed both
toys from her. Released from the sublime pleasure, she floated gradually back
to earth.

Despite the amazing
orgasm, she was a bit disappointed. Fantasy might be the only way she could
have Nick.

He lay beside her
now, holding her, stroking her back, her hip.

“Damn, that was hot,”
he murmured.

“Amazing.” Still, she
could barely breathe or move, her body wrung out like a wet rag doll.

He kissed her
forehead, brushed his lips back and forth. He was so warm and affectionate, she
could almost forget about his beautiful cock for a moment, relax and feel
content and completely satisfied.

“What do you normally
fantasize about?” he asked a minute later, his voice deep and curious.

“You really want to
know?”

“Yes.”

She pulled back a few
inches, wanting to gage his expression when she told him the truth. “You. I
always fantasize about you.”

His pupils dilated, his
lashes lowered and he seemed to take in every detail of her face. “And what are
we doing in these fantasies?”

“Making love. Every
kind of sex imaginable. Sometimes it isn’t a fantasy at all. It’s a memory of
you wearing that kilt. You threw off the shirt, lifted the kilt and…that woman
went down on you.”

“That woman?” He
chuckled. “Wasn’t she a friend of yours?”

“Years ago, in
college. Not so much after that.”

“So…what did you see
that you liked?”

“You took her to the
couch and…had sex.” Sultry animal sex, like she craved. He’d actually driven
his cock into that bitch. Intense jealousy rolled through Emily.

“Did it turn you on?”
he asked.

“At the time. But
now, not so much.” Emily made sure some of her annoyance came through in her
tone. “Clearly, you liked her better than you like me.”

“What?” He frowned.
“You’re out of your mind.”

“You gave her what
she wanted, your cock. But you won’t give it to me.”

Shaking his head, he
chuckled. But there was little humor in it. “You have no idea, Emily.”

“About what?”

“How fucking bad I
want you.” His voice was low and forceful, his face hard with passion.

“Then why—”

“Oh shit!” Nick leapt
from the bed and grabbed his jeans.

“What’s wrong?” she
asked.

The sound of
shattering glass from downstairs riveted her attention.

Chapter
Eleven

“That sonofabitch is
breaking in,” Nick said, yanking on his jeans.

“Oh my god,” Emily
gasped. She jumped off the bed, fear lancing through her.

“Go into the bathroom
and lock the door. Hell, I left my gun in my room.” Glancing around, he growled
a string of four letter words. “Do you have a gun in here?”

Struggling into her
robe, she shook her head. “I don’t own a gun.”

“A knife? Mace? A
baseball bat?”

“No.” She could
hardly think, much less search for a makeshift weapon.

“Then how the hell do
you protect yourself? We’re going to have a serious talk after this.” He
grabbed a heavy Victorian fire poker from beside the fireplace. It was an
antique and valuable, but she knew some things had to be sacrificed.

“Go into the bathroom
and lock the door now,” he ordered.

She nodded at the
same time the bedroom door crashed inward.

Panic exploding
inside her, she screamed. Nick swung the sharp iron poker at the black-clothed
intruder’s head, but struck him on the arm he lifted instead. Wearing a ski
mask, the bastard jumped back and pointed his gun at Emily.

Oh my god!

“Hold it right there,
pretty boy, or I shoot your girlfriend!”

Staring at the Emily
with a fierce expression, Nick froze and slowly lowered the fire poker. “She’s
done nothing to you.”

“Do you think that
matters?” The intruder moved toward her. She shrank backward against the
bathroom door. He grabbed her arm, yanked her forward and pressed the gun to
her temple.

Oh shit!
Icy fear covered her.

His face blanching, Nick
dropped the poker. “Let her go. She’s innocent.” His voice was low and
demanding.

“Ha. She doesn’t look
so innocent. You both know what I want. And I know you have it. I followed you
to a museum today. Why would you go there carrying a briefcase unless you have
the
Clach Torach
?”

Eying him in that
creepy black ski mask, Emily tried to figure out if she’d seen him somewhere
before. But based on his medium height, blue eyes, non-descript mouth and bland
voice, he didn’t seem the least bit familiar.

“We don’t have
anything,” Emily said. If the murderer got what he wanted, he’d kill them,
wouldn’t he?

“You’re a bad liar,
sweetheart.” He leaned close to her and breathed into her ear.

Revulsion shuddered
through her.

“Get your fucking
hands off her!” Nick growled.

“Go get the
Clach
Torach
or I’m putting a bullet in her brain,” he ordered.

“All right. But if
you hurt her—”

“I won’t hurt her
unless you’re too slow!”

Frozen in place,
Emily hardly dared breathe.

Nick moved the framed
picture aside and unlocked the safe. She was glad she’d told him the combination
earlier because the numbers escaped her at the moment. Her sole focus was on
this disgusting creep’s bruising grip on her arm and the gun muzzle way too
close to her head. Her stomach churned and she hoped she didn’t throw up.

Nick removed the marble
phallus from the safe and unrolled it from the protective linen napkin.

“Yes, yes,” the man
hissed near her ear, as if in near ecstasy himself. “Now place it on the
dresser and leave the room.”

“Emily’s coming with
me,” Nick said firmly.

“No. Emily’s going to
help me with something.” He rubbed his face against her hair.

Ugh!
She drew away from him, but he
held her fast.

“What?” Nick glared.

“I have to test this
thing and see if it does what it’s supposed to.”

“And what is it
supposed
to do?” Nick asked, his gaze arrow sharp.

“Give the man who
uses it on a woman untold sexual powers.”

Emily’s nausea
intensified.

“You’re fucking
insane if you think you’re using it on Emily,” Nick said.

“You don’t make the
decisions around here. I have to find out if it works and I’m not leaving here
until I know. Besides, I’ve grown quite fond of Emily while I’ve been keeping
an eye on her.”

Emily’s skin crawled
when his tone changed. He seemed almost benign, like a nerdy professor. But
that made him even more dangerous, like a psycho with several warped
personalities.

“I can’t think of
anything better than seeing her naked and wildly turned on,” the weirdo added.

Nick’s face hardened.
“That’s what the marble penis does?”

“Supposedly. I have
to test it out.”

“How?”

“I’ll stick it in her
cunt. How do you think?”

Emily cringed.

“No, you won’t, you
asshole,” Nick said in a lethal tone. “If you hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you.
That’s a promise.”

How could she disarm
this nutcase? If only she could turn around, she’d smash her knee up into his
groin.

The guy switched the
gun from her head and pointed it at Nick two yards away. “Not if I kill you
first.”

No!
Emily almost screamed the word,
but controlled herself and remained silent. How could she help Nick gain the
upper hand? She could hit the psycho’s arm or the gun, but it might go off and
shoot Nick. If the bastard had a crush on her, she might use that to distract
him.

“I can kill you right
now and get you out of the way,” he told Nick. “Then I can do whatever I want
to her. Jared took my wife, so now I’m taking his.”

“Jared took your
wife?” Nick frowned.

“Shut up!”

So another woman Jared
had screwed? Didn’t surprise Emily. Nor did she care at the moment. She simply
wanted Nick out of danger…and herself too, of course.

“What’s your name?”
Emily asked, attempting to make her voice seductive, instead of terrified, as
she was.

He glanced at her and
she forced a sexy gaze and pouting mouth.

“Um…Ge—George . You
can call me George.”

“Okay, George,” she
breathed, knowing that probably wasn’t his real name. But he appeared a bit
distracted simply from the words she’d spoken to him.

“I’ll help you,” Nick
said.

“What are you talking
about?” George swung the gun back and forth between them.

“I’ll use the stone
phallus on her and you can watch,” Nick offered. “That way you’ll know if it
works.”

She glared at Nick.
Was he out of his mind? She didn’t want that ancient rock inside her. No
telling where it had been. Nor did she want this psycho eying her crotch.