Wicked Game (2 page)

Chapter Two

Her engine sputtered and died. The car came to a stop.

“Fuck no.” Ruth turned the key. The ignition tripped over but didn’t start. She tried again. Nothing. “Great.”

She peered into the dusk light. No other cars. Trust her to get stranded on a deserted road.

She picked up her cell.

Dead battery.

What the hell was she going to do now? With no phone and no transport, she’d have to walk back into town. Typical. Dominic had warned her the car wouldn’t last much longer but she couldn’t afford to get it overhauled.

Peachy. Fucking peachy. She gathered up her purse and got out of the car. Goddamn her lack of money.

Frustration boiled to the surface and she kicked the heap of junk. “Argghh.”

She inhaled the cool air and began walking. Maybe a walk would be good. Maybe she could work off some of the repressed sexual tension humming in her system. Rather than attend an awkward dinner with Hope, Ethan and Dominic, she’d chickened out, called and made an excuse of being sick. She hated letting anyone down but she refused to watch Dominic staring at her as if she were some needy, repressed librarian.

A thick roar hummed in the distance.

Her mouth went dry. She knew that engine.

Dominic Sullivan’s bike came roaring around the bend.

Relief flooded her system followed by a heavy dose of lust. Sitting astride his motorcycle, Dominic looked like a powerful god. He handled his machine with care and a little bit of love. She imagined his big hands caressing her skin with such reverence.

Lust ignited. Her skin heated. Her nipples tightened, peaked, ached to be touched. Her strong reaction to his presence was irrational. She shouldn’t feel this way about a man she barely knew.

He pulled over and unclipped his helmet. As he pulled it off, his hair tumbled around his shoulders. Ruth wanted to run her hands through the strands and pull his lips to hers.

“Problems?” He quirked a brow and threw one lean leg over the bike before standing up.

“Yeah. My car died.” She pointed to the heap of junk. “You were right. I should get a new one.”

“I can fix it. It’s not a total loss.” He moved closer, invading her personal space. He was taller by a few inches so she had to look up. His woodsy, spicy scent engulfed her. Her hormones reacted, spiked. Blood thickened like molasses in her veins.

He touched her chin, lifted it. Sparks sizzled in her nerve endings.

Yowser.

He asked, “You’re okay though? Nothing blew out on you?”

His gaze bored into hers. The concern etched on his face made her heart trip over. She shook her head. Her voice wouldn’t work.

He nodded and pulled out his cell. He stepped away from her and called the garage, arranged a tow.

The brief respite was enough for Ruth to regain composure. She mentally counted to five, willing her hormones to stop racing around her system like little horny Pacmen. She itched to slide down the zipper of his jacket and bury her hands against the taut muscles of his chest.

Lust danced a merry pattern in her stomach. She ached. Her pussy throbbed, demanded Dominic hammer his cock inside her.

Rationality didn’t come into the equation. She wanted to fuck him. It was primal. Raw.

She knew he wanted her but he was acting like the perfect gentleman.

“Okay. Car’s sorted. Let’s get you back to town.”

She frowned and pointed at the bike. “You expect me to get on that?”

Dominic grinned. “Scared?”

“A little.”

“I promise to go slow.”

She snorted. “That’s a lie.”

He settled his helmet on her head. It was slightly too big so he adjusted the straps. “Of course it is but I won’t let anything happen to you, Ruth. Trust me.” He held out his hand.

She paused for a moment before slipping her hand in his. It was warm, solid. Calluses rubbed against her skin.

“Where do you want me?”

Heat flared in his eyes. Unmistakable lust.

She blushed.

“Have you been on a bike before?”

“No.”

“Then sit as close to the front as you can.”

She swung her leg over the saddle, thankful she’d worn pants. She shifted, settled herself. Got comfortable. He sat behind her. His body flush against hers. His erection pressed heavy and hard against her ass.

She gasped.

He leaned forward, curled his hands around the handlebars and whispered, “Hold on like this.”

His lips were pressed to her ear.

She followed his lead. Every nerve super aware of his masculine presence. Excitement and fear pulsed in her blood. Her heart pounded.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded.

He started the engine. The bike vibrated between her thighs.

“Oh my.” The steady throb echoed in her clit, torturing her with delicious vibrations.

She settled back against Dominic and heard him groan.

He pushed the throttle and they were moving. Wind whipped against her face as they accelerated with alarming speed. The velocity of a bike was different from a car. She’d never been a speed demon but this was incredible.

The danger of being so exposed, so vulnerable if anything happened, was a powerful turn-on. Added to Dominic being seated behind her and the vibrations from the roar of the engine, and Ruth was on fire. She leaned forward, mashed her clit against the seat and gasped. She’d never been so close to coming in such a short space of time.

“Woohoo.” She couldn’t resist the whoop. The ride was exhilarating.

She heard Dominic laugh and joined in. She felt free.

All too soon they pulled onto her street. Dom parked and Ruth sucked in a few gulps of air. She patted her numb cheeks.

Wow. She’d definitely been missing out. Now she needed to dig out her vibrator, grab some erotica and spend the next hour coming.

She scooted off the bike. After unclipping her helmet, she handed it to Dom. “Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem.”

His fingers brushed hers. Need spiked in her belly. Her breathing hitched. Her cheeks pulsed from exhilaration.

“You want to come in? Have a drink?” She couldn’t believe she’d asked him into her home like some desperate hussy.

How was she going to stop herself from molding against him like a limpet?

She blinked, waiting for a response. Maybe he’d say no…

“Sure, why not?” The predatory look in his eyes made her panties melt.

The tight denim pulled across his thighs and ass as he got off the bike. She wanted to strip him naked and sink her teeth into those perfect buns. More than that, she wanted his ass encased in a pair of tight leather pants while he flogged her breasts.

Gathering her composure, she raced up the drive. Her heart hammered as she unlocked the door.

Turning, she asked, “You want a beer?”

He slapped his palms on the door on either side of her head. He leaned down, pressing his face close to hers. She inhaled a mouthful of spicy Dominic scent mixed with coffee and a hint of cigarettes.

Her pulse thundered. Heat ignited in her veins.

“I don’t want beer, Ruth. I want you.”

She swallowed. Hard. “Me?”

“You. Ever since you brought that piece of junk into my shop, I’ve wanted you. I want to touch you. I want you naked and hot. I want your pretty tits tied tightly with rope. I want you bound, spread-eagled and screaming my name as I make you come.”

The roughness of his words slammed need into her core. She throbbed, ached. “What if I don’t want the same?” she whispered, daring to put up some form of defense even as her traitorous body betrayed her.

He pressed his lips to her neck and murmured, “Don’t you? Don’t you want me to flog that curvy ass? Don’t you want me to leave my mark on you? Don’t you want to feel my cock inside your pussy, making you come?”

She groaned and gripped his hair. She answered by dragging his mouth to hers and pressing her lips against his. He opened, matched her desire. He tasted divine. Heat, male musk and spice. He stroked his tongue against hers, dominating the kiss.

A mewling sound entered the air and she realized it had come from her. Her clit swelled and pulsed, begged to be caressed. To feel pressure against the engorged hood.

She moved her hips with abandon, trying to brush his hard cock with her groin. If only she could ease some of the delicious tension…

“Not yet. Soon. I’m going to give you some time to get used to the idea of us. Then I’m going to have you.” He cupped her cheeks, stared down at her intently and swiped his lips across hers. “I’m going to have you, Ruth. You will be mine to do as I please.”

And then he was gone.

Chapter Three

Ruth leaned across the library counter and gave her patron the checked-out books. “There you go, Mrs. Roberts. Some new reading material for you.”

“Thank you, dearie.”

She smiled. The library was buzzing this evening. Book club always had a huge turnout.

She glanced toward the stacks and her heart thumped. Dominic leaned casually against the shelves, thumbing through a paperback. He stared at her intently. When he realized she’d noticed him, he flashed a slow, sinful grin. A white t-shirt and leather jacket molded to his torso like a second skin. Trademark woolen beanie covered his long blond hair.

Her mouth went dry. Goose bumps multiplied and a shiver ran down her spine. Her nipples tightened and she prayed no one could see their hardness beneath her blouse.

What was he doing here? It had been five days since he’d kissed her into oblivion and left her front porch. Every day since she’d caught a passing glimpse of him in town. Every night she’d gone home and stroked herself to orgasm, imagining him dragging her into a store closet and fucking her senseless.

“Ruth, can you help me find a book? I’m not sure of the title.”

“Sure.” She wrenched her gaze from the gorgeous specimen in the corner and focused on another one of the book-club ladies.

She felt his gaze on her back. The knowledge of him watching her heated her cheeks. What was he doing here? And why was he just standing there?

Lust slammed into her belly, coiled in a long, low pulse that moved lower into her pussy. Numerous possibilities ran through her mind.

She fussed with her ladies for what seemed like hours. A few lingered, chatted and chose more books. With most of them out the door, she heaved a sigh of relief. She walked past Dominic and smiled apologetically, wondering what he was still doing here.

He grabbed her wrist, pulled her to him and wrapped an arm around her waist. Before she could protest, he hustled her deep into the stacks and pinned her against the shelving.

“What…”

He put a hand over her mouth, silencing her questions, leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I need to feel you come.”

His lips brushed against hers. Soft, insistent, coaxing. “I want to feel you come. Right here, right now. For me.”

He didn’t give her time to think, to question. He invaded, kissed her hard and deep. She had no doubt who was in charge of this encounter. He angled her head to the side, dominated the kiss, took her mouth like a conquering hero.

She moaned. She’d been perplexed and excited when he’d dragged her into the depths of the library but all that vanished as his lips touched hers. Need spiked in her belly, arrowed straight to beat in her pussy.

Slipping her tongue against his, she inhaled his scent and realized how much she wanted him. Her skin felt alive, electric to touch.

Snaking her hand under his leather jacket, she helped him shrug it from his shoulders. Her fingers curled around his biceps. The muscles twitched and flexed beneath her palms.

She cried out when his lips latched on to her neck. “Oh god.”

She reached for the buttons on his shirt but he stilled her movements. His voice commanding. “No, Ruth. You will not touch me.”

His long, calloused fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse. He inhaled sharply. The cool air and his heated look made her nipples tighten to the point of pain.

Without removing her blouse, he freed her breasts from the confines of her bra. He tested the weight, stroked the flesh tenderly before flicking the tight buds. “Beautiful.”

Ruth bit her lip to prevent a deep moan from escaping. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. At work. In a public place. With a man she hadn’t even dated.

What a slut.

He replaced his thumbs with his mouth and suckled first one nipple then the other.

She moaned. He licked and teased. Occasionally his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh.

“Please,” she choked out, pushing her hips into his, trying to bring herself to orgasm. “Please, Dominic.”

He lifted his head from her breasts. “Keep your eyes open. Look at me.”

He slipped his hand into the waistband of her pants and groaned. The guttural sound sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, he moved down into her panties, easing one finger inside her wet folds.

She closed her eyes, focused on the intense sensation of him stroking her pussy.

“Watch me, Ruth.” He gripped her chin and she focused on him.

He pumped in and out. Heat ignited in her veins. She felt hot and needy. She tingled to the tips of her toes. Low, throaty moans escaped and she couldn’t quite believe they came from her. She’d never been so vocal before.

Her walls clenched like a hot, horny vacuum demanding more. He increased the pace and pressed his thumb to worry her clit.

Electricity shot down her spine, her head dropped back against the shelving and she exploded with pleasure. The orgasm ripped through her. A slick wetness gushed between her thighs. Her nerve endings fired, pulsed. She buried her face in his neck to keep from screaming as she shuddered.

Letting her breathing return to normal, she held on to Dominic’s shoulders for stability. Her legs were like liquid.

When she could move, she lifted her head and looked into his face.

He pulled his fingers from her pants and raised them slowly to his mouth. He sucked her juices as if they were the sweetest nectar. Her cheeks flamed.

When he finished, he let out a low moan of satisfaction. “You taste so good. Like honey on my tongue.”

“What…” She swallowed, moistened her dry mouth. “Where did that come from?”

She needed to know why after five days, he’d decided to give her the orgasm of her life.

Not that she was complaining.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He dropped his gaze to her naked breasts, skimmed his hand over the skin and teased her nipple. “The way your breasts fill out a sweater. The way your ass sways sassily when you walk. The happiness in your eyes when you help someone find a book. I’ve been thinking about having you on your knees sucking me off. You make my cock so hard, Ruth.”

He brushed her cheek. “I told you I was going to take what I want.”

Wow. What could she say to that? Her body still hummed in the aftermath of orgasm. She loved his boldness, the control. She’d fantasized about him pushing aside niceties and taking her. And here he was doing exactly that.

She shook her head. “You haven’t upset me. At all.” She blinked, looked over his shoulder, unable to meet his gaze. “I want you. This. Always like this.”

Jesus, had she admitted that out loud?

Yes. Like she’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm in a public place.

Dominic laughed. “I know.”

She shifted and adjusted her clothing, zipped up her pants and stuffed her breasts back into her bra. “So what happens now?”

He buttoned her blouse. “Wait and see.”

He kissed her forehead, grinned and walked out of the stacks. Ruth stared after him openmouthed, wondering what kind of game he was playing.