Hurricanes and Handcuffs: A Red Hot Cajun Nights Story (5 page)

“I had to give the servers their tip.”

Aw damn. The servers. She’d completely forgotten about them. “I’m sorry. Usually I take care of that for you.”

“You can make it up to me.” He tucked his fingers in the neckline of her costume and began to ease it down from her shoulders.

She covered his hands with hers before the garment could creep any lower. “Are you certain everyone’s gone?”

“Yes. But frankly, I wouldn’t give a rat’s ass either way.” He ducked his head and grazed the sensitive hollow beneath her ear with his lips. Sweeping her hair aside, he nuzzled her skin before gracing her with a nip of his teeth. “I’m on fire for you, Gabbi. I’d fuck you in front of a room full of people rather than wait another second to have you.”

Well, when he put it that way...

She dropped her arms to her sides and he slipped the dress off of her. It floated to the marble floor in a puddle of sheer white mesh and feathers, leaving her standing before him in her strapless bra and high heels. His incinerating gaze roamed every inch of her, lingering on the strip of pubic hair topping her mound. She knew she carried several more pounds than his average woman, but the way he looked at her made her feel like the sexiest woman alive.

His hand moved to the hook and eye closure on her bra and deftly freed it with a single flick of his thumb and index finger. The undergarment joined her dress and Jax cupped her breasts in his palms, squeezing just enough to prod a desperate moan from her. He rolled her nipples between his fingertips. Intense focus sketching his features, he observed how the tortured nubs stiffened under his ministrations.

Trembling with need, she watched his head descend. A moment later the blazing heat of his mouth encased her nipple. The soft, wet swirl of his tongue proved a pleasure beyond any other. With a groan, he laved the pebbled peak before suckling it with firm draws of his lips, teeth, and tongue.

Her knees unsteady, she clutched at him. Without warning, he lifted her in his strong arms and carried her to the Baby Grand. He stretched her out on the gleaming hood, apparently unconcerned with the hours of polishing it’d likely taken to reach that level of shine. Trying not to dwell on the mark she was leaving with her ass, she attempted to scoot into a sitting position. He bracketed her wrists with his hands, pinning her down. “No, I want you just like this.”

Shivering, she complied with his wishes. He released her wrists and coasted his hands along the insides of her arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. Ghosting over the hills of her breasts, he painted her nipples with featherlight sweeps of his fingertips. She arched her back in a desperate bid for more of his touch.

“Mm, pretty.”

His praise filled her with nearly as much pleasure as the excruciatingly slow drift of his hand down the valley of her abdomen. Her muscles quivered, growing taut the closer he traveled to the place where she ached for him most. Anticipation ratcheted her pulse. If he didn’t touch her pussy soon she’d go insane. Or beg him to bury his fingers inside her.

As if he’d read her tortured thoughts, he spread her legs slightly and visually devoured her with his smoldering gaze.

“Please,” she whispered.

She thought he might string out his torment longer. Instead he surprised her by leaning over her and draping her legs across his shoulders. The next instant his tongue curled over her clit, and she closed her eyes with a drawn out sigh of pleasure. He stroked her hips, the added rasp of his beard stubble along her inner thighs contributing to the overload of sensation. She lifted her head, the sight of his face buried between her legs making her dizzy. How many times had she fantasized about this moment?

Well, not on his Steinway, exactly. Her fantasy life wasn’t
that
creative.

Jax’s mouth abandoned her and he straightened. His motions impatient, he wrestled his tuxedo jacket from his broad shoulders. He flung the garment aside and worked on his shirt, carelessly ripping a few buttons off in his haste to remove it. Once his torso was bare she pushed up onto her elbows and drank in his exquisite masculinity.

Sculpted muscles defined his chest and six pack. Other than a fine smattering of hair that sprinkled his pecs and formed a happy trail down to his fly, his bronzed velvety skin was completely smooth. Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel the heat and strength radiating from his pores. After kicking off his dress shoes, he pulled his buckle loose and unzipped his trousers before shucking them off along with his boxer briefs.

Her mouth going dry, she stared at the impressive status of his erection. His cock jutted long, thick, and deliciously hard, the fat head hitting just a few inches shy of his navel.

Good God. No wonder he had no problem getting women into bed. Here she’d assumed it’d been his wealth sealing the deal. Evidently it wasn’t merely his bank account that was ridiculously well endowed.

He gave her a cocky grin. How appropriate. “I take it you approve.”

“Size is one thing. Knowing how to use it is another.”

“I know how to hold my own.” He stroked his shaft from the root all the way to the crown, the sight adding to her dizziness.

“So I see.” Snagging her bottom lip between her teeth, she swirled her fingertips along her inner thigh, slowly making her way inland. Her focus glued to the fat, glistening tip of Jax’s cock, she slicked over her clit, shivering at the contact.

A groan fell from Jax. “Fucking sexy.”

“You like? Just getting ready for you, big boy.” Enjoying this opportunity to tease him, she canted her hips forward slightly and eased one finger past her dripping slit.

“You need more fingers than that to get the job done right.”

She grinned. “Aren’t you full of yourself.”

“Not as full as you’ll be in two seconds.” He stepped between her legs and deliberately brushed his engorged cockhead on her thigh. “I don’t have any condoms down here, so we’ll have to continue this party upstairs.”

She arched an eyebrow. “What? You don’t keep them stashed in the piano? How shortsighted of you.”

“Smartass.” Chuckling, he wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her into his arms. Clinging to his shoulders, she rubbed her pussy along his shaft, glazing him with her wetness. A hissing breath snaked between his teeth. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Payback is a bitch.”

Grunting, he hiked her up higher, minimizing her contact with his yummy cock. Twining her arms around his neck, she nibbled on his ear, causing him to lose his stride as he carried her to the hallway. He growled when she sucked on his lobe. “Keep that up and you’ll get a spanking.”

“Promises, promises.”

He took the stairs two at a time and reached the top landing without dropping her
or
losing his breath. Impressive. He tossed her onto his massive California King and left her just long enough to fetch a condom from the nightstand drawer.

She snuggled her cheek into the downy silk-cased pillow and inhaled the potent cedar and citrus scent that lingered from Jax’s cologne. He filled her senses. Completely. A second later he joined her on the bed, his big, gorgeous body fitting snug over hers in a delicious alignment of his hard muscled sleekness against her much softer parts. She widened her thighs, cradling his hips as she smoothed her hands along the deep groove of his spine.

He slid his mouth over hers, his demanding tongue seeking access. She submitted with a wispy sigh that turned into a greedy moan when his cockhead furrowed between her labia in its own quest for entry. She angled her hips upward and he reached down, positioning himself better before easing inside her with a gliding stroke.

The fullness of his penetration overwhelming, she clutched at his shoulders, instinctively pushing her butt into the mattress to evade too deep of a thrust. Breaking their kiss, he brushed her hair back from her face. “Am I hurting you?”

“N-no.” Not physically, anyway. When it came to her heart, it was another story.

His hips began moving again, this time in a slower than molasses pace. Her pussy gradually stretched to accept him, the friction of his tunneling dick and the steady grinding of her clit on the base of his cock driving her closer to the peak. Jax lifted up onto his hands and arched his back, granting her the brain-melting sight of his cock, wet with her juices, shafting her slow and deep.

A decadent wave of bliss spiraled low in her belly, radiating outward through her body. She trembled, sobbing whimpers catching in her throat. Jax’s dark gaze bore into hers, compelling her to give in to the rising tide of sensation. “Come on my cock, baby. Now.”

She broke on a shuddering wail, the powerful quakes racking her limbs. He swallowed her cries, his pumping cock stringing her ecstasy to the absolute max. Desperate to take him over the edge with her, she dug her nails into his flanks and met him stroke for stroke. The tension in his quivering muscles and the harshness of his breaths hinted that he was on the cusp of his own release. He surged deep, his thrust faltering, and she squeezed her inner muscles tight around him.

A strained oath ripping from him, he shuddered in her embrace, the hot pulse of his cock noticeable even through the thin barrier of the condom. He slumped with a weak groan, shifting his weight so he rolled onto his side. Banding his arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, his rapid breaths mingling with hers.

They lay tangled together for an endless moment. Now that the glow of her orgasm was fading reality returned with a vengeance. Only it was a reality she hadn’t counted on. In all of her brilliant planning she hadn’t factored in the biggest obstacle of all.

Her fantasy of Jax was a pale shadow of what they’d just shared. And her heart felt no closer to letting him go.

CHAPTER SIX

Jax disposed of the condom and climbed back into bed with Gabbi. Her luscious curves an enticement he couldn’t resist, he trailed his fingers over the gentle dip of her waist. She played with his nipple, the lazy circling on his areola stoking his lusty cravings. Lowering his head, he nuzzled the side of her neck, her blissful sighs and sweet feminine scent officially scrambling his brain cells.

He rolled her onto her back and cruised his mouth down to her breast. Plumping the soft mound with his hand, he kissed the stiffened peak before teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He suckled her nipple until she was squirming and gasping beneath him. Satisfied he’d worked her into a proper frenzy, he licked his way to her stomach and rimmed her bellybutton. Her abdominal muscles quivered, giving him a wicked idea.

He pushed up onto his knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. Gabbi sent him a confused frown. “Where are you going?”

“Downstairs. Need to grab a few things.”

She propped herself up on her elbows and gaped at him. “Are you freakin’ kidding me right now?”

“Nope. Be back in a flash.”

“You better be, or I’ll finish this without you.”

Her cranky pronouncement stalled him in mid-step. Pivoting on his heel, he strode to the nightstand and tugged open the bottom drawer. He located the pair of fur-lined handcuffs and returned to Gabbi. Calmly meeting her wide-eyed stare, he fished the chain around a headboard slat and clicked the cuffs around her wrists. “You were saying?”

“Well played, you crafty son of a bitch.”

Chuckling, he abandoned the master suite and jogged down the stairs to the solarium. He fetched one of the silver trays and loaded it up with the supplies for his feast before detouring to the kitchen for a couple of garbage bags.

Gabbi’s bemused gaze locked on the tray when he ambled into the bedroom. “Really? You’re going to have a snack
now
?”

“Mm hm. And it’s going to be mighty tasty.” He smacked his lips and plopped the tray on the foot of the bed. He took a moment to admire the decadent visual of her naked and handcuffed to the headboard, her scrumptious body his to do with as he pleased. Transferring his attention to his stash of supplies, he grabbed the trash bags and ripped them at the seams before arranging them beneath her.

Judging from her slack-jawed expression, she’d finally figured out that she was part of his
snack
. Her gaze darted to the tray. “Do you have any idea the mess all of that could make?”

“Hence the trash bags.” He snatched the shot glass. He’d debated using the actual hurricane glass but ultimately decided it’d be too difficult to keep balanced. The goal was to make this challenging. Not downright impossible. He planted the cocktail right above her navel. “Here’s how this is going to work. Manage not to spill that the entire time I’m eating and I’ll let you come.”

“W-what if I do spill it?”

“Then no orgasm for you, and I make you suck me off.”

Her quickened breath hinted that she might not be entirely against that idea. Or at least the part about giving him a blow job. He settled between her legs and scooted the tray closer for easier access.

His focus fused to her glistening pussy, he drizzled the honey dipping sauce directly on her clit and watched the thick syrup trickle over her labia. He lapped at the goo-covered bundle of nerves, each pass of his tongue causing her stomach muscles to jump. The brimming shot glass wobbled. “Careful, baby. You’re dangerously close to missing out on that orgasm.”

She bared her teeth at him, her belly going rigid. He selected one of the powdered sugar dusted beignets and tore it in half before sopping it up with the honey sauce coating her pussy. Tossing her a wink, he popped the sweet morsel in his mouth and chewed it with lusty abandon. He licked his fingers. “I believe seconds are in order.”

A frustrated groan rolled from her. Enjoying this far too much, he reapplied another generous helping of the honey and spread her labia apart with his thumbs, enabling the sticky sweetness to dribble along her folds. He plowed his tongue over her slit and flicked lazily at her clit. A fierce tremor shook through her, spilling a tiny portion of the hurricane over the rim of the shot glass. The alcohol pooled in her bellybutton. He tsked. “Bummer for you.”

“You dirty rat bastard. You cheated by overfilling the glass.”

“Would I do such a thing?” He scooted the tray aside and straddled her torso. “Time to pay up, sore loser.”

He fisted his cock and her gaze ate up the way he gave his shaft a self-indulgent stroke. Offering her a wicked grin, he reached for the last of the honey sauce. “No point letting this go to waste.” He upended the bowl, glazing his dick with the honey. The gooey sensation was nowhere as erotic as the feel of Gabbi’s lips closing around the head of his cock for the first time. Mesmerized by the sight, he glided deeper, giving her another inch to taste. Her blissful hum vibrated around his shaft and traveled all the way to his balls.

Closing his eyes, he gripped the top of the headboard and slowly fucked her mouth. The warm, wet heaven enclosing his throbbing flesh sent intense shockwaves rippling down his spine. It’d be so easy to come like this, and the uninhibited eagerness of her sucking guaranteed the likelihood of that happening, and soon, if he didn’t get a damn grip on his control.

Unable to resist, he opened his eyes and tortured himself with another view of his slick cock sliding between her lips. His sensitive gland bumped over the grooves in the roof of her mouth. He hit the back of her throat and she swallowed him with a greedy moan. Certain he was two seconds from losing it, he disengaged and squeezed the base of his dick, the constriction a momentarily cease fire to the pressure building in his balls.

Her eyes glassy with desire, Gabbi strained toward him. He offered her a hungry kiss, his salty essence on her honeyed lips adding to the fire in his veins. Skimming his mouth over her chin, he bit her before dropping onto his haunches between her legs. Gripping her behind the knees, he spread her wide and sank inside her, bottoming out with one deep thrust. She arched her back, her vibrant auburn strands steaming across the pillow as she shattered around him.

Gabbi lost in the throes of rapture was the most beautiful thing he’d witnessed. He wanted to keep her coming all night long—hell, for the rest of eternity—just so he could watch the pleasure crashing across her face. She sobbed and shook, the fierce contractions of her pussy eroding what little remained of his control. Sweat blanketing his back, he pounded desperately toward the oblivion she offered. It slammed into him with blinding impact, ripping her name from the depths of his chest. Shuddering, he collapsed on top of her.

Several minutes passed before he chased down his breath and managed to rope it into submission. His head felt like it’d exploded. Both the one upstairs and the other one still buried in Gabbi.

That thought brought a ping of alarm. Holy shit, did he...?

Dredging up the necessary energy, he slipped from her and glanced down at his cock.
Fuck.

Heart pounding, he reached for the handcuffs and freed her from their bond. Maybe it would have been better to leave them on while he told her this. God knows it might be the only thing that’d keep her from killing him. “Gabbi, I forgot to use a condom.”

She blinked at him. “What?”

“I know it’s a stupid excuse, but I got carried away and wasn’t thinking.” Unmindful of the stickiness of his fingers, he raked them through his hair. “I’m sorry. Please believe me, I didn’t mean for it to happen. I
always
use protection.”

“I’m on the pill.”

Those four words were better than a death row pardon. Though truthfully, the more he thought about the idea of Gabbi carrying his baby, the less it terrified him. In fact, he kind of liked it. A lot. Which was strange, considering the thought of parenthood was something he’d always shied away from. Then again, just because his parents were perfectionistic, unemotional assholes didn’t mean he’d follow in their footsteps. He’d make damn sure that he didn’t.

He tenderly kissed her fingertips and rubbed the circulation back into her wrists. “I get myself checked regularly, and I’m one hundred percent clean. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“I am too. You’re the first man I’ve slept with in over a year.” She averted her gaze. “I’m only on birth control to regulate my periods.”

Her admission surprised him, and while he was being honest with himself, it also made him happy. She’d never hinted that there might be a man in her life, but he’d agonized over that possibility. Knowing he had no competition in that area? Yeah, thrilled didn’t even begin to describe what he felt.

He scooted off the bed. “I’ll get a shower going for us.”

After setting the tray on the antique secretary for safe keeping, he padded into the master bath and dialed on the jets in the steam shower. Within a few seconds the water reached the optimal temperature and condensation clouded the glass doors. He returned to the bedroom and scooped Gabbi into his arms. She snuggled against his chest as he carried her into the tiled stall.

Reluctant to release her from his arms, he set her on her feet and turned her toward the warm spray before acquiring the body wash from the built-in caddy. He squeezed the gel into his palm and spooned her from behind while he sudsed her breasts. Paying extra attention to her nipples, he kissed her steam-dampened neck. “I like you smelling like me.”

She didn’t respond, so he ghosted his hand down her belly and slipped his soapy fingers between her legs. A sigh drifted from her and she melted into him. Much better. “They make a female version of this scent. We’ll get you some in Paris.”

She stiffened. “You mean you’ll get me some.”

“No, you should pick it out. Maybe you’ll like a different scent better.”

A strange tension spiking the humid air around them, she pulled out of his embrace. Slicking a hand through the sodden lengths of her hair, she turned to face him. “Jax, I’m not going to Paris with you.”

Why was she being so stubborn about it? He didn’t get it. Most women wanted to go on trips. Hell, usually they were begging him to take them to lavish places. Shit knows he’d gotten himself out of many an argument with past lady friends by chartering either his private jet or yacht to some tropical locale for a weekend of extravagance. “You wouldn’t have to cook for me, if that’s what you’re thinking. Besides, I need you to keep up your energy for other ways to service me,” he teased.

Gabbi didn’t laugh. If anything, she looked sad, and a little angry. “You asked me earlier where this is headed. Now it’s your turn to tell me. Although I have a good idea already.”

He frowned. “I don’t understand what you’re asking.”

“Okay, I’ll spell it out for you.” She crossed her arms over her chest, blocking his view of her magnificent breasts. “It sounds an awful lot like you’re promoting me from your chef to your Flavor of the Week.”

Her words were like a knife in his gut. “Why the fuck would you say something like that?”

“Isn’t it true?”

“Goddamn it, Gabbi. Do you honestly think I see you as that?”

“Then what exactly are you proposing? What
am
I to you, Jax?” Her beseeching gaze tore through him, stirring all of the uncomfortable fears that gnawed on his psyche.

The vulnerability closing in on him was more claustrophobic than the mist-shrouded shower stall. Acknowledging someone’s importance to your existence robbed you of power. He knew that for a fact. He also knew that Gabbi meant more to him than any other person in the world. At times it scared the living crap out of him. Because if she ever walked away from him he’d never survive the loss. “You’re my friend. My confidant. My lover. What more do you want me to say?”

She stared at him for a long moment. Finally she dropped her gaze to the foamy water swirling around their feet. “Nothing. That’s all I needed to hear.”

Relief swept through him. “Then it’s decided. You’ll come to Paris with me?”

She nodded without meeting his gaze. Her quiet demeanor added to the unease brewing in his gut. He tipped her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eye. Her expression was unreadable, but he was certain of one thing. She was unhappy with him.

One way or another, he’d fix whatever he did wrong and make her smile again. He’d spend every waking second of the rest of his life ensuring her happiness. Because there was no damn way he was fucking this up.