She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She wouldn't moveâunless he spanked her. Then all bets were off.
Aidan swept his hands along her back and waist. She tried so hard not to move, but his touch tickled. He smoothed his hands on her ass and squeezed hard.
Jamie flexed her buttocks and froze. Was that considered a move? She hoped not because she really liked how he was kneading her curves. She was tempted to jut her ass into his hands, but she didn't want to press her luck.
Aidan curved his hands over her hips and then moved down to cup her sex. Jamie's knees buckled and slumped against his strong chest.
She was so wet that she heard his finger sliding along her slit. Jamie wanted to buck against his hand, but she had to stay still. She tried to focus on not moving, but her whole world was centered on his hand. She gritted her teeth as a small wave of pleasure crashed through her.
This was the way he punished? By making her come? If she had given him more trouble, would he have given her multiple orgasms?
“Put your foot on the bed.”
Her foot? “Uh, okay . . .” She lifted her foot and stepped on the mattress.
“Turn to the side.”
She did as he requested without asking a question. All she wanted was for him to keep playing with her clit.
Aidan stepped aside and knelt down on the floor in front of her. That made her suspicious. She couldn't imagine Aidan taking the subservient role.
His head was right next to her bound hands. He glided his hand up her leg before reaching her wet curls between her thighs. He spread her labia with her fingers and pressed his mouth against her clit.
She stiffened as the white-hot energy pulsed through her. Her bindings tightened as her arms jerked. She wanted to break free of her constraints and let the pleasure spread through her.
Jamie also wished she could grab his head and press him closer to her, guide his tongue to touch her just right. All she could do was instruct him and hope he was in a cooperative mood.
“Flick your tongue over my clit,” she said between short, choppy breaths. She frowned when he acted like he hadn't heard her. She closed her eyes. “Please?”
He gave a wicked flip of his tongue, and she shuddered. Her moan turned into a squeal as she felt like she was falling. Aidan's fingers tightened on her hips. He looked up at her and said, “I won't let you fall.”
And she believed him. She knew that she could sway and wobble all she wanted and not worry. Aidan would catch her. Sometime during the night, she had put her trust in him. She had stopped looking out for herself and started relying on him.
She wasn't sure how she knew she could. Most of the men in her life weren't all that reliable. What made Aidan so different?
He did wicked things with his tongue, Jamie admitted as her hips started to buck. Aidan dragged his tongue along her slit and stabbed it into her channel. She bunched her fingers into fists and rode his tongue. She was so close toâ
Aidan pulled away and Jamie whimpered. “Don't stop,” she told him in a high whisper.
“I have to.” He clasped his hand around her ankle and lowered her foot onto the floor.
“What?” She stared at him, her eyes wide. “Why?”
He stood up and smiled. “That's your punishment.”
“What?” The question lashed out of her mouth. “Are you kidding? Why, I oughtaâ”
“Don't worry, Jamie,” he said as he guided her back onto the bed. “You can earn some brownie points.”
The man was out of his mind, she decided as she fought with the bindings on her wrists. She wasn't going to try to gain his favor.
“There are a few rules,” he informed her.
He could forget it. She wasn't playing anymore. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the pulsing between her legs. Besides, she probably wouldn't be able to follow those damn rules.
Aidan stroked his finger along her wet, swollen clit. Her breath snagged in her throat as her pussy clung to his finger.
She wasn't going to . . . Jamie moaned and closed her eyes, surrendering to the inevitable. “What are the rules?”
TWELVE
Mia, wrapped in her thin robe, walked down the hall to her bathroom. A yawn caught her by surprise. As she lifted her hand over her mouth, Mia saw her friend heading out the back door. “Morning, Jamie.”
Jamie stopped and looked down the hall. “What are you doing up so early?”
“I'm going to take a nice, long bubble bath.” The idea alone made her muscles relax. A sweet ache permeated her body. “I thought I should do it before the guys get up. I don't want to waste a minute of this weekend.”
“I'm going to run out and get some food to make breakfast,” Jamie told her. “I think the guys need something more than cereal and milk.”
“Sounds great.” Mia rubbed her eyes and yawned again. “They definitely need to keep up their energy. I'll help cook when you get back.”
“You want me to cook?” Jamie looked horrified at the thought. “Maybe you need to get some more sleep. I don't cook for anyoneâand that includes me.”
“This weekend is about new experiences,” Mia teased.
“I'm still not cooking,” Jamie said as she escaped before Mia came up with any more ideas.
Mia shuffled into the bathroom and went straight to the old-fashioned porcelain tub. It was large and deep, perfect for lying back and relaxing. She plugged the drain and turned on the faucet. The sound of rushing water seemed to echo in the small bathroom.
Mia rose to her full height and shed her robe. Turning to grab the container of bath gel, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. There was an interesting mix of bites and bruises covering her skin. She smiled, remembering how she earned every one of them.
Being chased in the dark had been an incredibly sexy adventure. Caleb was a fierce, often ferocious, lover. Each time he had told her to run, her senses had gone into overdrive. Getting caught was almost as pleasurable as Caleb claiming her as his prize. She loved being hunted. Would she like it just as much if Aidan was the hunter?
Probably, Mia thought as she grabbed the bottle and poured the thick pink gel into the gushing stream of water. But then, she didn't have that edge of the unknown with her boyfriend. She wouldn't feel hunted. Aidan was more of a protector than predator.
She watched the bubbles form and bent down to test the water's temperature. A pair of hands fell on her shoulders. Mia yelped, her pulse missing a beat. She tried to turn, but the person wouldn't let her, holding her still. Why wouldn't the person let her turn around?
A dark, icy, and unfamiliar sensation trickled down her spine. It wasn't panic, but something much more dangerous and seductive. “What's going on?” she asked, trying to hide her nervousness.
The person didn't answer, but kept pressing his hands onto her bare shoulders until she was on her knees in front of the bathtub. Mia gripped the porcelain edge, finding it cool under her touch.
The hands on her shoulders and throat were definitely masculine. Was it Aidan or Caleb? She wasn't sure, and that bothered her. She should be able to tell them apart.
“Why aren't you answering me?” she asked, very carefully avoiding the use of names. She didn't want to say the wrong one!
She felt his hand span her back. He pushed her forward, and she almost lost her balance. Mia reached out, and her hands went into the bubbles, smacking her palms on the tub.
The man roamed his hands over her hips and thighs. He squeezed her ass, and Mia felt him lean over her. Surrounding her. Trapping her. Her pussy grew warm when she realized she was cornered. She heard the man's harsh breath, her only warning, before he bit her earlobe.
Mia closed her eyes and shivered. Caleb. Her lover was definitely Caleb. He had bit down hard on her earlobe last night, and she had felt the burn go straight to her nipples.
The man let go and pressed a soft kiss on the ticklish spot behind her ear. She inhaled sharply as her skin tingled.
Or maybe the lover was Aidan? She opened her eyes and looked to the side, but couldn't see him. It must be Aidan because he knew every sensitive spot on her body.
The man caressed her ribs and gathered her breasts in his hands. Her eyes widened when she realized that she couldn't tell whose hands were on her. The man tweaked her nipples just like Aidan would. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she had solved the mystery when the man licked down the length of her spine just like Caleb had done the night before.
She tried to turn around, but he quickly placed his hand on the back of her head. He kept her head down as he continued to taste and play with her body. She wiggled her hips as lust coiled in the pit of her belly.
Why wasn't he talking? Was it Aidan, arrogantly believing she would know him by his touch? Or was it Caleb, improvising on their game during daylight hours? Or perhaps this was all part of the seduction where she had to guess.
He let go of her, and suddenly he was squeezing and kneading her buttocks. Mia whimpered, pressing her lips. She stared at the rising mountain of bubbles as the man rubbed his fingers along her wet slit.
Mia tried to concentrate so she could identify her lover, but it was no use. All she wanted right now was for him to touch her just right. “Faster,” she gasped.
The man obeyed. It must be Caleb then, she thought absently as his hands glided over the folds of her sex. She groaned, her voice echoing in her ears, as she rocked against him. He stabbed two fingers inside her wet core and Mia pitched forward, the water splashing at her elbows.
Aidan? The man pumped his finger into her pussy hard and fast. Why did she think it was Aidan? Instinct or wishful thinking?
The man teased her with his fingers. Deep thrusts were followed by a series of shallow pumps, designed to tease her. Her vaginal walls gripped his fingers and drew him in deeper, but he resisted.
Mia couldn't take it anymore. She didn't care who it was, she only wanted to find release. “Please!” she begged, her voice reverberating. “In me now.”
The man withdrew and clamped his hands on her hips. Mia dipped her headâin prayer or surrender, she wasn't sure. Her long blond hair fell in front of her face like a curtain. It didn't matter; she couldn't see anything other than the bubbles building in the bathtub.
She felt the man position himself behind her. Mia was really hoping it was Caleb. Aidan might deny her or make her wait. Caleb would give in to her, again and again. He wanted her to lose control while Aidan wanted her to master it.
Mia felt the press of his cock at her entrance. She took a deep breath as he slowly entered her wet channel.
Aidan, she thought as she bucked her hips and slowly released her breath. Whoever was behind her was thick, just like Aidan.
He slid into her, stretching and filling her until the tip of his cock tapped her womb. Was Aidan's cock this long? She didn't think so.
Caleb. Her lover must be Caleb.
Oh, my God. Mia squeezed her eyes shut with shame. Who was it? She couldn't tell. She had no idea who was behind her, ramming his cock inside her.
It was exciting. Shocking. She really didn't know . . . and she didn't care. It didn't matter as long as he was pleasuring her.
She heard the catch in his breath and felt the pinch of his fingers on her hips as he drove into her. Mia's hands slid in the frothy water, and she struggled not to fall.
What if her lover was neither Aidan nor Caleb? A dark thrill sprung free from deep within. The hot, jagged climax forked through her, catching her unawares. It was sharp and violent, like the lash of a whip. She arched her spine and screamed as it crashed through her.
She heard the man's hoarse cry as he pulsed into her. Aidan? He bucked wildly, her small breasts jiggling from the impact, before he shuddered and sagged against her. She felt the thick curls of hair on his sweat-slick chest.
It had been Aidan all along.
Mia's body started to shake, as if she had experienced a shock to the system. Why hadn't she known? Aidan had been her first and only lover until this weekend. She should have known right away.
Aidan held her closely, offering his body heat to ward off the trembles. Gently stroking her hair, he murmured in her ear. She didn't catch what he was saying, but it didn't matter. The soft, comforting tone soothed her troubled mind.
He reached out and turned off the faucet. Lifting her easily, he placed her carefully in the tub. She sank into the sea of bubbles and sighed as the warm water lapped against her shaky limbs.
She was waiting for Aidan to stand up and leave. Then she could figure out what was going on. But when Aidan reached for a washcloth, Mia realized he was going to tend to her.
“You don't have to stay,” she said with a weak smile. “I can do it on my own.”
“I know,” he said as he dipped the washcloth into the water, disappearing in the bubbles. “But I want to stay.”
He liked to take care of her. She knew that on some level, but at that moment, she understood it went beyond what they shared in the bedroom. He looked after her, not because he thought she was incapable, but because it was how he expressed how important she was to him.
“Will you join me?” she invited.
“In a bubble bath?” He arched his eyebrows. “That smells like roses?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She scooted closer to the front of the bathtub to show that there was plenty of space for him.
He shrugged. “Okay, sure.” Aidan carefully got into the tub and settled behind Mia. He pulled her toward him, his body cradled hers. “Just lean back and let me take care of you,” he ordered as he guided her to lie on his chest.