Rough Play (5 page)

He turned and winked at her. “Like the show?”

More than she could ever explain. “How about a private performance later?”

His lips parted and silence was long and awkward. “Uh, it’ll be your turn.”

She laughed. “Have we found something you’re afraid of?”

“More like a lack of skills and too much dignity.”

“Hmm.” She grinned as he started off. “Sounds like a dare is in order.”

“You’ll have to do better than that.”

He started toward the back, and she called after him, “Triple-dog dare
ya
?”

His laughter echoed through the empty front of the diner and left her sinking against the old padded chair and slouching until he returned.

He lifted the last bucket up over his head and dumped the ice in. “With three brothers, the fear of refusing a triple-dog dare isn’t in me.”

With her mouth practically hanging open, she had to work hard at forcing a frown. “You’re not near as much fun as I was expecting. I’m disappointed.”

His eyebrow lifted as he put the lid back over the machine. “Are we ready to stop playing these games and find out?”

“For the record, you started these games.”

“No ma’am. I asked for a number and that’s when you started it.”

She pushed her chair away and reached for the ladder she’d gotten out. She
tsk’d
at him as she moved. “Faulty memory. I was ready to rock ‘n’ roll until you threw out that line about the anticipation thing.”

“Well, I can’t complain too much about the last few days over that.”

He put the bucket away and she hung the scoop back in its spot and shut the ice machine door. He stepped around her, moving and gliding like a lion cornering its prey. And she was happy to be his prey. She leaned against the machine, facing him as he moved and closed in.

His hand landed on the machine just over her shoulder. His other hand traced the line of her jaw. The caress of his fingers touched against her ear, then cupped the back of her head in a slow stroke, completely opposite of her racing heart. She grabbed him by the front of his soft cotton shirt and pulled him in.

“We can’t stay here for this,” she whispered against his soft lips, brushing hers.

“No.” But his mouth sealed across hers. The syrupy taste of sweet coke filled her and she pulled him closer to her chest anyway.

His arms wrapped around her, his chest pressed against hers and she melted into him. Finally was able to fall against him, be pulled against him and be totally, completely, irreversibly swept away. His mouth claimed hers in the same gentle, taking manner that his hands across her back clutched.

All this time, wanting and maneuvering around him, so damn worth it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down.

So. Damn. Worth. It.

He claimed as he kissed. Took as much as he gave with each teasing, wonderful swipe of his tongue across hers. He gripped her thighs, lifted her against him so that her legs wound his waist and he leaned her against the ice machine.

The cool metal machine was on wheels and it rolled back.

“Jacob,” she whispered while trying to gasp for air. But it wasn’t enough. His mouth trailed down her neck and to her shoulder. His hands slid under her rear, fingers stroked along the seam of her jean shorts and pressed the hard, unforgiving edges against her most sensitive area.

She arched against his touch. The ice machine slid again. “Jacob,” she managed more firmly. “The ice machine is on wheels.”

He looked up from her chest and blinked at her. “Okay?”

“It’s moving. I don’t want to….”

A breath eased out of him. Long, slow, and miserable. She knew the feeling. Her legs dropped down his thighs and he held her until she stood before him. Disappointment swelled in the pit of her stomach where desire had been sending jolts of tingling, twisting need through her body.

“
Flora?
” Tonya called from the front.

Jacob kissed her on the forehead and took her hand. “We’ll finish this later. Tonight.”

He tugged, but she didn’t move. He looked over his shoulder and like hell was she letting him get away. All this time. All this teasing. It
so
wasn’t over. Not now. That line?
So
crossed. It was time to get naked.

She pulled him deeper into the room, toward the back door. “Or, we can finish this now.”

“But—”

“You don’t want to?” She stopped at the door, hand on the knob and just waiting to twist. Waiting to see if he was going to turn her down. She wasn’t sure she’d continue keeping up their teasing fun if he said no.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to find out. With a grin, he wrapped his hand over hers and opened the door. “Hell yeah I want to.”

She pulled him outside, softly closed the door and tugged him to the employee parking area. At the back of her truck, he pulled her against him, her chest to his and another toe curling kiss melted through her body and weakened her knees.

He reached behind her and cupped her rear in his hands. “My place is just around the corner.”

Hers was three blocks away. The width of his hard chest pressed against her heavy, aching breasts. Heart thumped like a jackhammer in her chest. His place. Definitely his place. But her truck was right here at the backdoor. She pulled keys out of her pocket. “Get in.”

She hurried around to her side and had her seat belt on as he was closing the door. The moment she pulled out of the parking lot, his hand was on her thigh. Fingers pulled at the fraying ends of her denim shorts. Nerves bundled in a tight ball and she shuddered. His chuckle sang through the small cab of the truck and his hand was back again.

She cleared her throat. She’d never be able to drive the last bit with his hands on her. She could barely think, let alone drive. “Take off your belt.”

His hand paused on her thigh. “Now?”

“Yes. Now.”

His hand left her leg and she was able to pull in a breath, but not for long. The metal latches on his belt clipped and clanged. He breathed hard, hips thrust forward as he adjusted around to pull the long, brown braided, leather belt from his hips. He wound the leather around his hands and pulled it tight until the leather creaked. “I bet we can use this later.”

Heat filled her cheeks as she parked behind his house. Oh lord. What had she gotten herself into? She hopped out of the truck, anxious and terrified to find out. Or, she grinned, she could just get her hands on the belt first.

The night was dark and silent. The country air refreshing and cool after the overly warm evening spent rushing between customers and the heat of the grill in the kitchen. A slight breeze moved through enough to startle the tips of her ponytail off her neck. He opened the door and she stepped in ahead of him. The familiar scent of him washed over her all over again. It was Jacob, on overload. The door closed behind her and she turned in the living room. Trapped in his space and so ready for it.

She pointed at his clothes. “Off with them.”

He leaned against the wall instead, his lips turned up. “If I remember right, you gave the last command. My turn.”

Her eyes widened, desire tightened and tingled as he continued his direct perusal of her down to her toes and back up to her breasts where her t-shirt seemed extra tight now. The sight of him staring at her, seeing his gaze darken, lips parting, had her nipples tightening. Weight filled her bra as he looked on. So that’s the way it was going to be.

Yeah, she had no arguments.

His gaze never left her breasts. “Take your shirt off.”

She didn’t wait and did as directed. The lace of her bra edged close against her aching nipples. The stiff fabric cupped her breasts high and he licked his lips. He started forward but she stepped back, concerned about that belt dangling and swaying in his hand. She wasn’t into pain for pleasure’s sake. But, oh damn, the fun that belt could promise in its gentle swing if she played this right.

She grabbed a chair from the kitchen, put it in the middle of the living room and directed him at it. “Sit.”

He hesitated then followed her word. The wooden chair groaned under his weight, but held him. “Lose the shorts.”

She flipped the button open and lowered the zipper enough to show the matching blue panties beneath, but stopped there.

His brow lifted. “You’re not following the rules.” He made a down motion with the tip of his fingers. “Off.”

She turned her back to him and glanced over her shoulder. His eyes had narrowed as he met her gaze, but when she started swaying her hips side-to-side, his gaze lowered back to her rear as she slowly pushed the shorts down until she was only in her boy-short panties.

The leather belt cracked and pulled around his fists as his knuckles whitened. Tension was thick through his shoulders and throat. She walked toward him, leaned over and grasped the belt. “Hands behind your back.”

His eyebrows lifted and he stared at her.

She straightened. “Should I leave instead?”

The corner of his mouth kicked up and his hands moved behind him, arms circled the narrow wooden rods of the kitchen chair. She wrapped the belt around his wrists, securing him tightly to the chair. A satisfied smirk grabbed her lips. He was all hers, however she wanted. Just how she liked things. She walked back around in front of him, her nails dragged across his neck and fingers, traced his ear until he shuddered.

Chills pricked across skin. His eyes met hers. “Do I have to ask?”

She leaned over, sliding her knee between his powerful legs until meeting his cock. “A request for music would be nice.”

A swallow moved down his throat. “Open my computer screen. Find what you want.”

She arched her back, pushed off the chair with her breasts sliding just under his chin. The hitch in his breath was satisfying motivation to walk to the computer. She put her back to him, bent at the waist, and rested her elbows on the desk to see the screen better. And maybe so he could get an eyeful too.

She took her time scanning down the list of songs on the player. She glanced over her shoulder. “Mind if I download something?”

“Whatever you want.” His voice was raw. Scratched over and low.

She clicked across the keys, kept her rear in the air and smiled at the sound of his heavy breathing and chair squeaking as he readjusted. She grabbed a couple songs, threw them in a playlist and started the music. Sound pumped out of speakers from around the room. She found the beat in the swing of her hips and started toward him. “Now, sit back and relax.”

His eyes didn’t leave her legs. “You got it.”

Chapter Five

Music thumped and clapped as she turned in front of him. Light blue lace cupped her body in all the spots he wanted his hands on, but couldn’t touch. The sweet swells of her breasts filling her bra. The turn of her hip and dark shadow of hair barely seen at the juncture of her thighs. His pulse pounded, tongue thickened as she moved closer, spun in front of him and put her ass near his chest. Two plump curves that would fill his hands with enough extra he’d be able to pick her up and carry her wherever he pleased. But not right now. All he could do was watch. He liked the view.

Her hands gripped his thighs. Hips shook side-to-side and she bent forward just enough to see her swollen center against her panties, but she didn’t stay there long before she lowered. Her ass slipped down his chest, close to his lap before she arched and danced side to side. The curve of her lower back was just…damn. Sexy as hell.

The dip and sway of her curves met her round ass. A groan was working up his throat as she straightened, leaving the sound to hum in his chest and the belt cutting against his straining wrists. She pushed off him and turned between his thighs.

He started to ask her to take her hair down. Some days he’d seen it mostly pulled down, but he’d never seen it all the way down. As much as he wanted to see it, he resisted. Wouldn’t take his turn yet.

Then she went and stepped over one thigh, then the other. Rolled her head and shoulders, body twisting with her movements as she lowered. The part of her thighs and those skimpy panties brushed against his hard zipper.

Damn belt twisted on his wrists tighter and held him no matter how hard he tugged and pulled. The metal buckle slipped against his hands and he twisted, trying to reach the latch, but damn it, what was she, a scout champ with this knot?

She gyrated down and he lifted his hips to meet her. Hot aching need swept through his body. Sweat gathered on his lower back. Cotton seemed to fill his mouth as she shook and danced over and on him. She spun and dipped forward, the sweet perfume between her breasts was in his face and he took the chance he was offered and dipped his tongue between her bouncing tits.

The curve of her neck was warm and soft on his lips. The bra stiff as he pulled at the edges with his teeth. His cock was straining and trapped in his jeans. The more he licked and sucked through her bra, the harder her center rocked over his lap.

Pleasure and pain mixed. Her stomach pressed along his, tits pushed further in his face. The belt pulled at his hands. If only the strong leather would snap and free his hands, but it wasn’t happening. She lowered enough that he was able to rake the strap off her shoulder, the cup loosened and he caught her tight nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard on the pink tip and she cried out.