“Good idea,” he muttered irately.
“Can I say something?” I asked and his eyes grew intent on me.
“Any time, any place, anything we’re talkin’ about, you can say whatever the fuck you want, Ally.”
Loved my man.
Loved him.
“That was hot,” I declared and watched his body lock.
“What?”
“No. That’s not right,” I said. “That wasn’t hot. That was smokin’ hot, and I don’t care if that makes me a freak. It was hot. You were hot. Now I’m hot. So hot, I may have an orgasm, standing here remembering it.”
To that, instantly he ordered, “Take off your dress, Ally.”
Oh crap.
Totally about to have an orgasm.
It was then I noticed the air in the room had changed.
It was still heavy.
But now it was warm.
“Now,” he demanded.
Without further delay, I crossed my arms in front of me, curled my fingers into my skirt, and pulled my dress up and over my head.
I dropped it to the floor beside me so I was standing in front of him in nothing but lacy black panties and stiletto heels.
“Now come here, and baby, if you give me shit about comin’ to me, when I get to you, I’m turnin’ you over my knee.”
This was a conundrum.
But a spanking might delay getting him inside me and at that moment, that would not do.
So I went to him.
Once there, he crushed me in his arms, his mouth slammed down on mine and his tongue thrust into my mouth.
I whimpered into his, put my hands to his shoulders and held on.
His hands went to my ass, lifted up sliding down the backs of my thighs until my legs wrapped around his hips then they went back to my ass and he started walking.
He took me down to my back on the couch with him on me.
When his lips slid to my neck, I turned my head and begged in his ear, “Need you now, baby.”
He lifted his head, looked down at me and my legs clamped around his hips at the heat in his eyes even as he slid one hand from my ass and it plunged right into my panties.
I gasped.
Nice.
“You take it missionary, Ally.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
“’Cause I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby.”
Oh God.
Yes.
“Okay,” I repeated breathily.
His mouth came to mine and his eyes didn’t leave me when he murmured, “Panties, honey.”
I let him go with only one leg, shoving down my panties on that side, cocking a knee and sliding them over and down off my foot, so he had the access he needed in the least time with the least effort I could take to give it to him.
His hand was working between us and seconds later, the tip of his tongue slid over my lips as he slid slowly inside me.
My eyelids dropped, my lips parted and all was right in the world.
He watched and I knew he entered me slowly so he could.
Because once he was in and I gave him the show he wanted, nothing went slow.
It was hard, fast, rough and amazing.
I came within minutes. I did it hard and I did it crying out his name before I sank my teeth in his shoulder.
Ren took a lot longer, but it was clear from his noises and the brutal beauty of his kisses that he enjoyed it so I gave him everything he needed with my hands, my mouth and my happy place to take him there.
Finally, he got there.
He had his mouth on my neck working me, and I had my hands under his shirt roaming his back, my mind memorizing our evening. All of it. Especially this part, his weight on me, him filling me, the scent of him, the feel of him.
Everything.
So it took a beat before I realized his body was shaking.
“Ren?” I called.
He lifted his head and I saw his smile.
He was laughing.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
“Jesus,” was his nonsensical answer.
As good as it felt feeling his big strong body move on me (and in me, it must be said), I didn’t get it.
“What’s funny?” I repeated.
“Only you,” he replied.
“Only me?”
“Only you would get off on me slammin’ some asshole’s face into a table.”
I stiffened.
His hand immediately came up to cup my jaw, his body stopped shaking and his smile died clean away.
“Take me as I am,” he whispered, and I noticed his voice had that tone, his face had that look, and I melted beneath him.
“Yeah,” I whispered back.
“Love you, Ally.”
I grinned. “Love you more, baby.”
He didn’t grin.
He said, “Impossible.”
I frowned.
“If you make me cry, no sex for a week,” I declared, but my voice was husky.
“Then I better not make you cry,” he murmured, lips twitching.
“Damn straight,” I mumbled.
That was when he grinned.
Then his lips came to mine and he ordered, “Go clean up. That went fast. I wanna eat you and fuck you again before you go learn how to bypass security systems.”
My entire body trembled.
“’Kay,” I agreed immediately.
He touched his mouth to mine, slowly slid out while watching, and said, “Meet you in bed.”
He so would.
He rolled off. I rolled the other way, got to my feet and let my panties drop down my leg. I stepped out of them and sashayed, wearing nothing but a pair of stiletto sandals, to and up the stairs.
I hit the bathroom and did as ordered.
Then I met my man in bed.
“Tonight, you watched. Next time we go, you watch again. The time after, you’re up.”
This was Vance.
We were standing by the driver’s side door of my Mustang in Lee’s parking garage in the dead of night, and he was being bossy.
He had also taught me sick good things that night, so I decided not to give a shit that he was being bossy.
“Right,” I agreed.
He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a small black leather pouch with a zip around three sides and handed it to me.
“Those’re yours. Picks. You buy locks at a hardware store and practice. When you’re up, I’ll be timin’ you. You got thirty seconds.”
I looked up at him and nodded but said, “I didn’t bring anything to give you.”
He gave me his shit-eating grin.
I decided to get serious.
“Appreciate you doing this, Vance.”
“The grip you got on that guy’s junk, no hesitation, bringin’ him down to his knees. Fuck. His face,” Vance replied. “Half the team’s terrified of you. Bobby’s having nightmares. I had no choice. Jules and I want more kids. Don’t wanna piss you off.”
It was clear he didn’t feel like being serious so I lifted a hand and socked him in the arm.
He lifted a hand and caught me at the back of the head.
Then he shocked the shit out of me by pulling me in and kissing my forehead before letting me go and murmuring, “You did good tonight.”
“Do you kiss Mace’s forehead when he does well?” I asked and his eyes got intent.
“Learn now, you’re a woman. This is a man’s job, not because more women don’t have the stones to do it, but because they think they need to have stones in order to do it. The way of the world, men can do shit you can’t. What you gotta remember is, you can do shit that men can’t. You play to that. You use it. I am not gonna treat you like one of the guys ‘cause you’re not one of the guys. That doesn’t mean I won’t treat you with respect. And what you learn now is, even if you get treated differently, there’s no difference. Yeah?”
This was very profound. And wise. And I’d never thought of it like that.