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  Slade (Wild #3)

  Copyright © 2014 by Adriane Leigh

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  ISBN: 978-0-9903861-5-5

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  dedication

  To the beautiful (and dirty!) ladies in The Smut Parade.

  Teri, Beth, Dympna, Alexis, Joan, Jill, Heather, Emily, Ann, Brenda, Elaine, Sibylla, Sarah, Surj, Alana, Nicola, Lea, Jessica, Nicki, Marlene, Amber, Janette, Michelle C., Jo R., Ashley, Michelle A., Crystal, Lisa, Debbie, Donna, Nikki, Katie, Pamela, Michelle M., Cerece, Sue, Jo W., Jane, Ecaterina, Nicole, Juliemarie, Marianna, and Dana

  If I didn’t have you girls to smack me upside the head and remind me to pull my big girl panties up, I would have nothing. And the ‘inspiration’ is nice too! xo

  Swiping the long champagne strands off her back, I bent to kiss between her shoulder blades. Pushing in and out of her, filling her, hearing her moan, and watching her writhe beneath me, her hips slamming back to meet me thrust for thrust drove me wild with an insatiable need.

  “God, Slade, yes, please, more,” she whimpered.

  “Look at me, baby. Let me see those eyes.” I wrapped her hair around my fist and tugged gently.

  “No. Fuck me, Slade.” Her hands gripped at the sheets on either side of the pillow that lay pressed against her cheek.

  So fucking beautiful it was heartbreaking.

  And yet…there was something missing.

  “Dillon! Your eyes.” I stilled my slow and steady thrusts and nipped at her ear lobe.

  “Slade, please don’t stop.”

  “I want your eyes, beautiful. Give them to me.” I wrapped a palm around her delicate neck and turned her chin.

  “Slade! Just fuck me.” Her voice rose to higher decibels.

  I clenched my jaw and thrust slowly, just enough to please her, let her think she’d won.

  She thrust her ass in the air as I dug my fingertips into her soft hips before snaking a hand between her thighs and massaging.

  I gritted my teeth as her pussy pulsed around me, stalled my movements, and then smoothed one palm up her backbone, feeling every dent and ridge along the way.

  Beautiful, broken Dillon.

  Always giving me a little—not all—and never enough.

  Her spent body collapsed on the damp sheets beneath her. I followed her down, my dick still hard and nestled inside her. I thrust once more before deciding I didn’t have the heart to finish.

  It’d been like this for months.

  For fucking months.

  Whenever I wanted just a little more…

  “Did you finish?” she turned her pretty head to the side when I pushed myself off her.

  I grunted as I walked to the bathroom for a cloth.

  I returned, damp washcloth in hand, and gently cleaned between her thighs.

  “Thanks,” she murmured and turned on her side. I folded the cloth and sat it on the glass top table next to my bed. “Did you get off?” Her blue eyes were barely visible in the dim moonlight that filtered in through partially open curtains.

  “Nah.” I laid beside her, tucking her into my arm.

  Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment before she pulled away. “Why? What’s wrong? Did I—?”

  “You didn’t do anything. Not anything you haven’t done before, anyway.” I ran a palm over my rough-shaven jaw.

  “What the fuck does that mean?” She pushed off the bed as if I’d hit her.

  In essence, it suddenly dawned, maybe I had hit her somewhere far more personal.

  “Why can’t you look at me when we fuck?”

  “What?” She stood off the bed and crossed her arms over her soft tits. “That’s what this is about?!”

  I shrugged and held eye contact. “Yep.”

  “Give me a break. Have fun with your hard-on. I’m leaving.”

  “Dillon!”

  “No, I’ve done a lot of fucking…and no one, no one has ever asked me for my eyes. What is that? I don’t want to give you my eyes.”

  “Ever thought about why that is?”

  “What?”

  “Why you can’t look me in the eye when I’m inside you.”

  “It’s just a thing, I don’t know. Some people don’t kiss during sex; I don’t do eye contact.” She pulled her jeans up creamy legs and hooked the button.

  “I’m sick of fucking around.” I jumped off the bed and stalked to her. She backed away, eyes narrowed.

  She wasn’t used to me like this, but I’d had enough.

  “If I want your fucking eyes, give me your fucking eyes. You’ve been running away from me for months.”

  “What do you mean? I’m right here, I’ve always been right here.” Her eyes flared, chest heaving with angry pants.

  “You’re here, but you’re not here.” I tapped her temple with a fingertip.

  “That’s bullshit.” She backed away again, her eyes sweeping the floor for her shirt.

  “It’s not bullshit. And I’m fucking sick of it. I want you. I want you whenever I want, however I want, and if I want your fucking eyes, you give me your fucking eyes.” I turned her dainty chin to catch my gaze. I pushed against her, my rock-hard and angry erection sandwiched between us, until she landed against the wall.

  Arms up, I hovered over her, topless and panting, nipples hard as they brushed against the skin of my pecs.

  “I know what you want; I know what you want more than you know, little girl.” I ran my palms over her collarbones, across her shoulders, locking my fingers together behind her neck. Holding her gently but firmly.

  “What the fuck, Slade? What is this?”

  “I’m taking you. I’m taking from you what you want to give me.” I thrust my dick against the denim of her jeans. “You want to give it to me but you’re afraid. I see it now.”

  “I don’t even know what to say to you right now,” she said, her eyes still flaring with unspoken anger.

  “Say yes. That’s all.”

  “To fucking what?”

  “Mmm, love that nasty mouth on you.” I ran a thumb along her lower lip.

  “I don’t know if I’m pissed off or amused by this display of macho bullshit.”

  “Not bullshit, babe. It’s about giving pleasure, and by giving it, taking in return. You trust me?”

  “I…sure. I’ve known you since elementary school, of course I trust you.”

  “That’s not trust. You trust your pleasure in my hands?” I ran my palms down her arms until they locked at her wrists. Pulling them away from her body, I opened her up, displayed her lithe form to my greedy eyes.

  She squirmed under my gaze as I appraised her butter-soft skin; skin that’d been right under my fingers for months now, but never quite how I’d wanted it.

  “Say it.�
� I nipped at her jaw, licked at her neck, caressed her waist until I palmed both of her breasts in my large hands and squeezed. “Say it. Tell me you trust me and mean it.”

  Heavy pants sucked the air from the space between us. She was angry, concerned, worried…and so fucking turned on.

  “That look in your eyes is good enough. Everything I do to you, Dillon, you’re going to love.” I bent and took one pert nipple between my teeth, nibbling and nipping before she squeaked with the pain I’d inflicted.

  “Love that noise.” I groped her as I moved to the other one. “Mmm…your pussy likes it too.” I snaked a hand down her pants and fingered her clit, erect and aching for attention. “Want me to take you? Want to give it all to me? Sick of fucking those little boys? Give me a try, give this a try. I won’t do anything your pussy doesn’t want me to do.” I watched every twitch of her jaw, every breath that passed her lips. I watched it all because it’s what I did. Looked for signs of submission. It’s what made me a master at this game of pleasure.

  “Say yes.”

  “Yes,” she moaned and arched, her eyes fluttering closed as her body stiffened under my touch.

  “Mmm, good girl.” I thrust my fingers into her hot pussy and relished at how wet I’d made her. I was sure she’d never been this wet before. For all her confident airs and defense mechanisms, Dillon was a submissive through and through, just like I, and my dick, had been hoping all along.

  “You want this dick filling you? Taking you until you scream and cream all around me?”

  “Mmm, yes,” she moaned and dug her nails into my shoulder blade. Her leg hitched over my hip, as if she was trying to climb my body.

  Desperate for me. Just like I wanted her.

  “Mmm, such a perfect little slut.” I growled in her ear and pressed a thumb into her clit before she shuddered and came all over my hand. “That’s a girl.” I slowed my ministrations and eased my hand out of her pants. She panted and turned limp against me.

  “So much better.” I bent to pick her shirt up off the floor. “Looking for this?”

  “You want me to leave?” Confusion marred her features.

  “I’ll stop by the bar tomorrow.” I grinned and thrust my fingers, the ones that’d just been buried inside her hot cunt, deep in my mouth and tasted her. Her mouth fell open in an elegant O as she watched me.

  “I…I…”

  One eyebrow arched before I smiled around the fingers in my mouth. “You want some? Your pussy tastes great.” I thrust my fingers into her mouth and her lips instantly closed around them. She licked and sucked, a natural reaction, as her eyes held mine.

  “See?” I winked and licked the taste of her off my lips. “Tomorrow, Dillon.” I turned, bare-assed, and headed for the bathroom. With the shower spray raining down my back, I jerked my dick to all the dirty things I was going to do to Dillon Young, and how much she would beg me to do every last one of them.

  I made her wait.

  I needed her aching and desperate for me, wondering when I’d show up, what I would say, what I would do.

  If I’d meant it, or if last night had all been a dream.

  Newsflash. I did. And it so fucking wasn’t.

  I wanted Dillon in every way a man wanted a woman—on her back, legs open wide with simpering eyes gazing up at me in love and lust.

  That’s what I wanted from Dillon and I could see how much she wanted to give me.

  So I waited her out. I made her squirm.

  I didn’t stop by the bar the next day. Or the day after that.

  This was the game. The part that established that I was in control. I made the rules and her time for decisions was over.

  Dillon and I had been messing around for months now, always playing the cat and mouse game. While we’d grown up in the same town, known each other forever, we hadn’t ever been especially close friends. In fact, it occurred to me not long ago that I didn’t know much about her life at all. Through high school I’d been so wrapped up in football and partying, I hadn’t paid much attention to what she’d been doing.

  She’d never been one for relationships, but then again, neither had I. I’d heard rumblings senior year that she’d slept with a few guys on the team, but I assumed it was all guy-talk; I never gave it much credence.

  In fact, Dillon hadn’t much hit my radar until Wild’s thirtieth birthday party at the bar last year. Before then we’d lived in the same town, polite nods as mutual acquaintances was the most of our interaction, until Wild hired her to work at the bar. The night of Wild’s party she was serving drinks and flitting around Pete’s in jeans I was sure she’d poured herself into and a sexy shirt that read Wild Girl.

  Later that night, I stumbled home drunk, her on my arm, and we’d fallen into bed together. That was the night my obsession with Dillon began.

  It started out as a casual fuck here and there, whenever an itch needed scratching, but it didn’t take more than a few months before I saw the real Dillon. The Dillon she kept hidden. She mentioned taking care of her mom in the last stages of cancer, volunteering at the senior center on the outskirts of town, feeding stray kittens that landed on her doorstep until she could find them homes.

  Dillon slowly revealed to me that she had a heart, albeit a damaged one, and as winter thawed and snow turned to soft rain, my heart warmed to Dillon. But whenever I started to get too close, mentioned seeing her outside of late nights wrapped in my sheets, she shut down. Pushed me away and held me at arm’s length. I’d known instinctively that I needed to earn her trust. She’d built a fortress around her heart because she’d been burned before, and so my determination was born to chip away those walls, show her she could trust me. Always.

  I let her push for a while, let her go at her own pace, but now my frustration has reached its limit. The slow simmer has turned to an angry boil these last weeks, which has led me to this place. I was a hot-blooded man with minimal patience, at best. I would never compromise the shaky trust she’d found in me, but I needed more.

  Now I was going to push her, not away, but to me. I was determined to show her that with me was where she belonged. And I would fuck her into submission if I had to.

  It was all about me now, and in pleasing me, her pussy would take untold amounts of pleasure.

  On Sunday afternoon I showed up on her doorstep. With lunch in hand, I knocked on her door.

  She flung it open wearing the tiniest nightie known to man. It was downright obscene.

  “You open the fucking door like that?” I roared as I stomped passed her.

  “Hello to you too.” She slammed the door in my wake.

  “Answer me.”

  “Sure, why not?” She smoothed the silky satin down her thighs. Her erect nipples poking through the thin fabric had my dick hard and splitting the zipper on my jeans.

  My eyes trailed her athletic form, soft curves splaying out beneath clingy fabric, her hip cocked to one side and arms folded over her chest.

  “Put your arms down.”

  “What?” Her eyes glinted with anger.

  “Put your arms down, now.” I set the bag of food I’d brought on the counter. Clean dishes piled next to the sink caught my eye.

  A smirk lit my features as I swooped a wooden spoon from the drying rack.

  “Arms, down. Don’t make me tell you again.” I snapped the worn wood against my palm.

  “Oh my god, Slade, this is fucking ridiculous.”

  I licked my lips. “And yet you obeyed me.” I smiled at the arms hanging limp at her sides.

  “I catch you opening the door like this,” I gestured up and down her scantily clad body, “again, your ass is going to be sore for days.”

  “I’ll open the fucking door however I want. Maybe in less.” She quirked her lip with a saucy smile.

  “The fuck you will. These?” I thumbed an erect nipple through the silk. “These beautiful, dark brown nipples are mine.” I brushed my thumb over the fabric and they tightened and puckered more. “My eyes only
.”

  “Mmm, yeah?” Her eyes closed as her back arched into me. “I don’t recall saying I was yours. Giving you permission to show up on my doorstep, being all caveman and asshole.” On the last word her eyes opened and clarity seemed to dawn. “So if I want to open the door of my own house naked,” she eased the spaghetti straps of the nightie down her shoulders until they flitted to her elbows. The silk pooled at the curve of her full breasts, the nipples just playing hide and seek with the lace trim. “I will.” She ran her palm up the fabric to cup her breast, fingering and twisting the nipple between two fingers

  “You are such a cock tease.” I palmed the erection straining the denim of my jeans. “Turn round.” I snapped the wooden spoon against my palm. Her eyes flared, her snow-white teeth biting down on a rosy lip. “Turn the fuck around, Dillon” Her eyes finally tore from the spoon in my hands to my own. I arched a warning eyebrow.

  Her eyes narrowed and she huffed before sighing, the fabric floating around her in a silky soft dream.

  “Plant your hands on the counter.”

  “What? Slade, no.”

  “Do it, beautiful.” I ran a hand up her thigh and dragged my fingers through the hot wetness between her lips. “Ah, so fucking wet.” I slipped a finger into her mouth. “Taste how wet you are, Dillon.” She swirled her tongue around my finger before I pulled it out and twisted a hand into her hair. I wrapped and tugged until her back arched like the exquisite, erotic bend of a violin.

  “Your pussy is dripping for me. You like it rough, don’t you, baby? Want me to take you? Not give you any choice but to please me? Answer me.” I yanked on her hair once. Her head close to my murmuring lips.

  “Answer me, slut.” I landed a swift snap of the wooden spoon on her ass.

  “Yes, god, yes,” she whimpered and her ass pushed against my dick, searching for me, searching for relief.

  “That’s a beautiful girl.” I stroked my palm up her back, over the arch of her spine. “Don’t disobey me again.” I released her hair and backed away. Her head hit the counter, arms folded to rest against cool linoleum. Her body heaved with full breaths.

  “I brought food, wanted to ask you to lunch, and I’ll stay if you can behave, but pull a stunt like that again,” I fingered the thin strap of her nightie to indicate what I was referring to, “I’ll make it really hurt. You’ll scream for me to stop, not beg me to keep going like that soaking wet pussy is doing now.”