My Tye (25 page)

This time he didn’t hesitate. He dove right back in, but not to kiss her. With a hand under each knee, he pressed her thighs high against her stomach, which raised her delectable pussy right in line with his mouth. He licked once, twice, God, three full times before he dared to breathe.

Fucking hell, he’d been off. Way off. Sweet didn’t begin to describe how she tasted. Delectable, maybe. Nirvana, possibly.

Perfection, definitely.

He swept his tongue through her pussy again, stopping to concentrate on the tight bud of her clit. She cried out, but he didn’t let up. He couldn’t. He was too far gone, filled with nothing but an aching need to make her come, and to make her come quickly.

He flicked her clit again and again, sporadically sucking the tiny nub between his lips to drive her even crazier. And it was working. She grabbed at the couch, the throw along the back, the pillows at her sides, anything she could get her hands on. Her moans penetrated him, making every muscle in his body tense, making his cock feel like it might blow any second.

Adding his fingers into the mix only amped up her cries and moans all the more. He kept her knees in place with one hand, dipping first one finger inside her before adding another. God, she was wet. So amazingly wet and ready and close. And he knew exactly what to do to close the gap between now and an orgasm she’d never forget.

He slicked his fingers inside her again, fucking her like that, making her wetter. The tiny rosette of her ass called to him, and he wasn’t about to ignore the invitation. Keeping his fingers busy inside her, he drew his thumb lower, swirling the pad of it around her anus, pressing slowly, breaching the muscled ring a steady millimeter at a time.

Laine’s entire body froze, except for the involuntary twitches along her legs that went along with each lick of his tongue against her swollen clit. But she didn’t stay still for very long. A few more pushes had her attempting to move her hips with him, had his fingers and thumb going deeper. Her moans grew throatier, and he found he wanted to groan just as deeply.

With each lick and drive into her body, he brought her closer. Loosening the tight ring of her ass, he thrust his thumb in to the hilt, withdrawing it quickly so he could do it again. He never eased off, not from her clit, her pussy or her ass. He controlled them all, almost as much as her pleasure controlled him.

The first signs of her impending orgasm—the tightening around his fingers, the short bursts her breathing had become, the white-knuckled grip she had on the couch’s pillows—blasted through his own body, heading straight for his cock. Christ, the last thing he wanted was to come in his pants like a damned teenager, but he was literally seconds away from doing just that—until her shaking body and her guttural shouts stole his attention away. Fuck, she was coming, and she was coming hard. Her pussy rippled around his fingers, her anus contracted around his thumb. He flattened his tongue over her clit, not really licking, more like grinding it against her. She tried to open her legs and he let her, moving his hand to grip her hip instead.

“Oh God, Tye. Please. You have to…” She tossed her head to the side as her breath hitched.

Lord help him. Her need was his fucking command. He couldn’t deny her. He didn’t
want
to deny her. He wanted to fuck her, to be inside her, to have the fluttering heat of her pussy cocoon around him.

He withdrew his hand and slid up her body, kissing her collarbone, her neck, her jaw before coming to her ear. “Don’t move,” he ordered.

He shot to his feet and bolted for his bedroom. The pack of condoms he used last night still sat on the nightstand. He shucked his jeans and boxers, ripped a condom from the box and spun around to rush back out to the living room. He tore the foil packet open on the way and had the condom slicked down over his cock by the time he got back to her. When he fell to his knees in front of her again, she surprised the hell out of him by sliding off the couch and straddling his thighs. She lifted up once and dropped back down. In one swift stroke, she impaled herself on his rock-hard dick.

Holy. Shit.

She squeezed her eyes tight and clenched her arms in a vise grip around his neck. And, whoa baby, she started riding him like he was some sort of fucking stallion. Trapped with his back against the coffee table and hers against the couch, they had very little room to maneuver. And he found that he didn’t mind so much. He decided to let her go, to give back some of what she’d given him, to let her hold him between her thighs and fuck him like the wild woman he knew lurked just underneath her serene and stoic surface.

She looked so lost in herself, so lost in the moment. He loved watching her like this, so raw and edgy and real. Her breasts bounced with each rise and plunge, and he couldn’t help but cup them, kiss them. He tongued one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other tenderly, then a little harder.

She moaned and drew her eyebrows together. Such concentration, he thought. Such intensity. She wanted to come again. She wanted to fuck him into another orgasm.

And he was more than willing to oblige her. He’d give her that, and in the process steal a little release away for himself.

He leaned back as far as the table would allow, pushing it a half a foot or more while trying to make enough room for what he had in mind. He lifted his hips as much as he could, giving her his full length, filling her all the way and making her cry out with each grind against him.

And God, he was right there with her. Grunting every time she dropped down on him, hissing each time she levered her arms against his shoulders and lifted up. With his balls drawn tight, it was only the matter of another minute, another damn second, before he’d be unable to hold back any longer.

He reached around and gripped her ass, sliding his hand further in, closer to where he was before. He fingered that tight rosette once again, toying with it, not really trying to penetrate but going more for the when-will-he-oh-my-god-do-it-now sensation.

“Oh God. Tye. Yes.”

All he could do was echo her words inside his head.
Yes
. A million times, fucking
yes, yes, yes
. This wasn’t about him dominating or controlling her. This wasn’t about her wanting him to or not wanting him to. This was more primal than all that. More desperate. More intuitive.

She was tightening on him now, clamping down on his cock so hard he could barely breathe. All reason fled his mind. All thought went right along with it. He moved purely on instinct now.

He grasped her hips in both hands, gripping her so hard he was sure he’d leave marks on her skin. He helped her pump against him, over him, with him. His chest constricted. His abs tensed. His thighs and calves cramped. But none of that mattered.

Nothing mattered until she sank down on him one last time and cried out. Nothing mattered until let himself go at the same exact second. Nothing mattered until he came so hard he wasn’t sure he’d ever recover.

Even through the latex, he felt her quiver. For the love of all that was good in the world, he was quivering too. His legs, his hands, his brain. He didn’t want to move, he didn’t want this moment to end.

But that was a fool’s dream, and he was nobody’s fool. As she slumped against him, he straightened some, yet kept her tight in his arms.

“Tell me we don’t have to go anywhere,” she murmured against his chest. “That we can stay right here, just like this, all day.”

“Ah babe. I wish we could.” That was no lie. God, how he wished her assault never happened, that she was never hurt. That they didn’t have to witness a lineup and have her relive the horror of her attack all over again. How he wished he could stay here with her, inside her, forever. “You say the word, and I’ll push it off. I’ll call Mac and tell him—”

“No.” She sat more upright too, pushing her hair out of her face. “There’s no use in putting off the inevitable. Besides, the sooner we go and get it over with, the sooner we can come back here.”

She had a point there, one he could easily get on board with. “I like the sound of that. And we’ll stop on the way back to pick up everything we need to make those cheeseburgers you were craving.”

“Oh my God, that sounds amazing,” she said on a bright smile before leaning in to kiss him.

Yes, he thought, it did. It sounded absolutely amazing. Almost as amazing as her kiss, as amazing as the heat inside her wrapping around his cock. Christ, he was still hard, a state he didn’t see as resolving itself any time soon. Not when she was starting to move over him again.

She pulled back from the kiss and blasted him with a look teeming with need and desire, all while biting on her lower lip. “Think Mac will mind if we’re a little late?”

There was only one answer Tye could give before he pulled her back in. “He can mind all he wants. We’re not going anywhere just yet.”

Laine and Tye arrived at the Samson County Sheriff Headquarters in Carson two hours later, which was a good hour after they should’ve been there. As they made their way to the front desk to ask for Mac’s assistant, Tye led her there by holding her hand. It was such a simple gesture, yet it meant the world to her. After bringing her concerns regarding Tye’s domineering ways to light, it was exactly what she needed.

Instead of Jen coming to the lobby to get them, it was Mac who opened the door leading to the back offices. The expression he wore was neither angry nor impassive, but it did carry a bit of
what were you two up to?
along with it.

“I was considering whether or not I should send out a search party,” Mac said on a sly half-grin.

Laine’s cheeks warmed, but Tye remained cool. “No need for that. Time just got away from us. That’s all.”

The two men passed a knowing look between them. “Happens,” Mac replied as he held the door open wider and gestured for them to pass through. “Let’s go into my office. Second door on the right,” he told Laine as she took the lead.

As she stepped into Mac’s private office, she couldn’t help but notice how completely different it was from the one she found him in at Club Euphoria. Diplomas and awards dotted the walls here, instead of the framed kinky BDSM instruments decorating the richly dark room there. The drab white walls here matched the collegiate feel of the simple décor, while the plain furniture—an oak desk with a credenza behind it and two stiff, wooden chairs taking up the space in front—gave off that institutional ambience most government offices were known for.

“Can I get you anything?” Mac offered as she sat.

A time-travel machine? A firing squad? A sudden case of amnesia? Any of those would be great right about now so she wouldn’t have to deal with this. But instead of giving Mac any of those smart-ass answers, she drew in a deep breath and blew out a quiet and resolved, “No thanks.”

Mac sat behind his desk and flipped open a manila folder before looking over at her. “I don’t have to tell you again that I need to ask for an official statement from you.”

Laine crossed her legs and hugged her arms around herself. “No, I know you do.”

Tye closed the door to the office and moved in behind her, but he didn’t touch her. He didn’t need to in order for her to tap into his strength. Just having him there, next to her, was enough. For now.

Mac folded his hands over the file. “And I also don’t have to tell you it’s within your rights to refuse to give one.”

That was sweet of him to remind her she had a choice in all this, but refusing to give a statement wouldn’t do anyone any good. “And ignore the situation? Open up the chance that someone else could be hurt or killed because of me? No, I can’t let that happen.”

Mac picked up a pen and glanced at Tye, who shifted his stance and tightened his arms over his chest. She knew his gung-ho-a-meter was running on empty about her having to rehash the attack, but Mac’s expression said he never expected anything less from her. “Take your time,” he said gently. “Just tell me what happened.”

She did, slowly at first, just as she had with Tye. But then, in an almost hyperventilating rush, the events of that night spilled out of her. Tye stood behind her the entire time, edgy and with his hands clamped on his biceps as if he were waiting for her to collapse. But she didn’t. She got her story out, down to every last detail she could remember.

Pain twisted Mac’s face afterward, reminiscent of the pain on Tye’s after she’d told him. “Any ideas on who we’re looking for? Maybe someone from your job? Have you received any threats? Dealt with any irate defendants?”

She shook her head. “Most of the people I deal with are irate, but no one’s ever threatened me. Or any member of my staff, for that matter.”

“Which what? Leads us back to the club?” Tye asked. “Or someone who knows Jeffrey Perry?”

“Not necessarily,” Mac interjected. “The details of how Perry committed his crimes were revealed at trial. Anyone who followed the case in the papers and on TV at the time would know exactly what he did to those women. My gut tells me we’re dealing with a copycat here. A damn dangerous one at that. Only this guy? He’s upping the ante.”

“How?” she asked.

It was Tye who answered. “He told us specifically that he’s gunning for you.”

She peered up at his dark eyes from over her shoulder and shivered at what that meant for her. At what that meant for all of them.