“Hey, fur-ball. Do you miss Marie?”
The cat tipped its head in the way it did when it wanted Ty to scratch the side of its chin. Ty scratched the sweet spot as he walked into the kitchen.
“She’ll be back tonight.”
He placed the cat on the tile floor and retrieved the can opener from the drawer beside the sink, then opened the last can of food from the supply Marie had left on the granite counter. At the sound of the can opening, the cat rubbed against his legs, meowing loudly. Once Ty placed the bowl on the floor, the critter began eating noisily. He poured himself a glass of orange juice, then leaned against the counter and watched the cat devour its meal.
He’d never really liked cats before—too damned snooty—but then, he’d never really gotten to know a cat before.
And then there was its owner.
Marie.
From the first moment he’d met her six months ago, he’d known he was in love with her.
Problem was, she was already dating someone. Until a month ago.
When that idiot had walked out on her and broken her heart, Ty had been there. A shoulder to cry on. Every day for the past four weeks, he’d wanted to drag her into his arms and kiss her breathless, to show her exactly how he felt about her, but he hadn’t. She’d needed a friend and that’s what he’d been.
But now was the time to move forward. To tell her how he felt about her. Not completely, of course. She would probably run away screaming. With a woman like Marie, he needed to move slowly. He needed to be subtle. Tell her he was interested in her. Ask her out. Gently coax her into falling in love with him.
And keep the beast inside him in careful check.
Every time he closed his eyes, every time he thought about holding her in his arms, her warm curvy body nestled against his, his body reacted with a fierce passion. His groin flooded with heat and his cock grew as rigid as a nightstick. Next came images of her arms bound above her head, her ankles held wide apart, sending his senses whirling. He longed to tear off her clothes, then explore every silky inch of her well-proportioned body.
He trembled as the natural Dominant in him longed to command her to drop to her knees and free his cock, then draw it into her sweet mouth and suck it deep. To hear her call him
Master.
He almost groaned out loud at the thought.
But he wouldn’t do that to Marie.
Five years ago, it would have been a different story. Although he’d left behind the young ruffian from the streets, he’d allowed himself to keep that side of his nature in the bedroom. Dominating his women. Capturing them. Binding them.
Mastering
them. Whatever it was that appealed to each woman. All role-playing, of course. And every woman left quite happy with the experience.
But after the incident with his
supposed
best friend, he’d decided to leave that part of his life behind. Too many links to people better forgotten.
At a sound from the hallway, he jerked around, then smiled as he saw a sleepy-looking Marie leaning against the door frame, her shiny brown hair deliciously mussed and her sky blue eyes only partially open. She wore an oversized yet very enticing T-shirt, which draped nicely over her sensational body, and revealed most of her long shapely legs. Clearly, she wore nothing underneath but a thong. Or maybe regular panties, but he preferred to believe it was a thong. Or nothing. All he really knew for sure was no bra. His gaze dropped to her puckering nipples and his heart rate doubled.
“Ty?”
He jerked his gaze back to her face. Luckily, she’d been yawning so she hadn’t noticed his distraction.
“Here to feed the critter,” he said.
She glanced at the fur-ball, still munching away at its dinner.
“Right.” She crouched down and stroked the cat, who murmured then returned to eating. “How you doing, Jade?”
“Seems to be more impressed with the food than you.”
“Yeah, we did the affection thing last night. Now everything’s back to normal as far as she’s concerned.”
Marie grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and filled a small glass, then took a sip. She leaned back against the counter beside him.
“Why’d you and Sylvia decide to cut the weekend short?”
She shrugged. “I just felt like getting back.”
Her evasive manner told him there was clearly more to it than that.
Whatever the reason, she was here now, and he was anxious to move forward with his plan to win her heart.
Two
“Marie, there’s something I want to talk to you about,” Ty said. “Do you want to go out and grab some breakfast? Or I could whip us up something here.”
“Oh, uh…” She glanced toward the doorway. “It’s not really a good time.”
He grinned. “Why? You have someone in the bedroom?”
At the dark flush staining her cheeks, his gut clenched. Good God, she had a man in there?
“Thanks for feeding Jade while I was gone.” She wouldn’t meet his gaze as she headed for the doorway. “I’ll talk to you later.”
She disappeared down the hall. Back to her lover.
God damn it! He couldn’t believe it. He’d waited too damn long!
* * *
Marie fled to her bedroom. Damn, what must Ty think of her? Jumping into bed with a guy she hardly knew. Bringing him back to her apartment to spend the night.
Ty was such a nice guy. He was probably shocked by her wild behavior. Not that he’d ever tell her that. He was a good friend. And sexy as all get-out. She’d often fantasized about sampling that hot body of his. In fact, daydreams had turned into hot erotic dreams where she’d woken up tangled in sweaty sheets tempted to bound down the hall and knock on his door with every intent of seducing him within an inch of his life.
Ever since she’d broken up with Everett, she’d hoped Ty would ask her out.
But he hadn’t. And it was just as well. He was just like every other guy she’d ever dated. Pleasant. Caring.
Nice.
But after being with Zeke, she realized what she really wanted was hot, hard, and dominating. A real bad-boy type. Someone who could teach her what a bad girl she could be. Maybe even
punish
her for it. She slipped into the bedroom and closed the door.
“I was wondering where you’d gone.”
At Zeke’s sleep-raspy voice, she gazed at him. His whisker-roughened face and tousled dark hair made her want to climb right back into his arms. His lazy green eyes perused her body, singeing her nerve endings. Her nipples pushed forward and her insides ached with need.
“I heard someone in the kitchen,” she said.
Suddenly alert, he pushed himself up in bed, ready to bound into action.
“Don’t stress. It was just my neighbor coming in to feed my cat.”
He relaxed, then smiled. “Ahhh, the little fur-ball.”
“Her name’s Jade.”
“Noted.” He patted the mattress beside him. “Now, how about you come back to bed.”
She smiled impishly. “Oh, I don’t know. I thought I’d get dressed and go out shopping.”
“Oh, really?” He tossed the covers aside to display his muscular naked body, an impressive erection towering over his tight abs. “That’s too bad. I have this little problem I was hoping you could help with.”
Her gaze locked on his enormous, oh-so-hard cock. She wanted to touch it. To taste it. To glide down on it until it filled her so full she thought she’d burst.
Slowly, she strolled toward the bed. “What kind of problem?”
He grabbed her wrist and playfully tugged her toward him. She fell across his solid chest and his arm curled around her, holding her tight to his body. He kissed her, his firm lips mastering hers. Then he rolled her over. She lay with her back propped on the pillows as he prowled over her and captured her between his knees. She stroked the brightly colored, sexy dragon tattoo covering the left side of his chest.
“My cock wants to be somewhere soft and warm.” He took her hand and kissed the palm. “Like in your hands.” He kissed her lips again. “Or your mouth. Or…”
His eyes twinkled and her heart stammered. His fingers stroked down her stomach, glided between her legs, then straight into her slick opening.
“… in your hot little pussy.”
Her insides melted. He stroked a few times and intense need blazed through her. She wanted him to thrust into her right now.
He wrapped his hands around her hips and tugged her downward until she was flat on her back, then he impaled her with one stroke. She groaned at the exquisite sensation of his big cock driving into her.
Instead of pulling back and beginning a series of thrusts, he stayed put, deep inside her, and grinned.
“About this neighbor of yours … maybe we should invite her to join us.” He kissed the soft skin under her chin, then nuzzled her neck. “I’d love to watch you go down on another sweet little pussy.”
She quivered at the thought. He could be so wicked.
“My neighbor’s a guy.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Even better. Let’s get him in here. It would be sexy to watch him fuck you.”
Her cheeks burned. “You’re awful.” She could almost believe he’d do it.
He pulled back and glided into her again.
“You wouldn’t like that? Your handsome neighbor holding you? He is handsome, right?”
An image flashed through her mind. Of Ty’s warm brown eyes. His straight sandy brown hair, which was a little long on top so it sometimes fell in spikes over his forehead. His square jaw and full, sexy lips that she always had to fight the urge to kiss.
She nodded, without thinking.
“His cock gliding into you. And me watching from the chair in the corner.”
She shook her head. “You’re a crazy man.”
“Then I’d come up behind and…” He slid his hand under her body and stroked her buttocks, then glided along the path between them, then toyed with her opening. He teased it, then pressed his fingertip in a little. “I’d push in, too. Right here.”
His finger went in a little deeper. She wriggled at the unaccustomed yet erotic invasion.
“Then you’d have two guys taking you … enjoying you.” His finger slipped free and he pulled back, then drove his cock into her again. “That’s a pretty hot fantasy for most women.”
She moaned at his words as much as at the feel of his cock gliding deep inside her.
He leaned in to her ear. “Think about it, Marie. Close your eyes and pretend your hot neighbor is thrusting into you right now.”
Her eyelids fell closed and she couldn’t help herself.
Ty’s
arms were around her.
Ty’s
cock gliding into her.
Zeke thrust deep and hard and she cried out.
“He’s a good lover, isn’t he? You love his cock thrusting into you.” He kissed her neck. “And I love watching.”
He thrust several more times and she moaned.
“What’s his name?” Zeke asked.
“Ty.”
He thrust again. “Say it again. Louder.”
“Ty.”
Zeke thrust again and again. “Keep saying it.”
“Ty.”
A hard thrust.
“Oh … Ty!”
Thoughts of Ty … snippets from her dreams … Ty making love to her … driving his cock into her. Excitement quivered through her.
“Think about me watching you, while this guy fucks you hard. Imagine me behind you, driving my cock into your tight little ass.”
She sucked in a breath as his coarse words sent her imagination whirling. She could almost feel his cock pressing against her back opening, then pushing inside. As one cock drove into her vagina, the imaginary one drove into her from behind. Oh, she longed to feel that for real.
“Two cocks thrusting into you,” Zeke murmured as he stroked her hair back. “Two men making love to you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”
She nodded, then moaned as his finger stroked her clit. Then a mind-shattering orgasm blasted through her and she wailed as she shot into ecstasy.
“Oh God, sweet thing, you are so hot!” He groaned then exploded within her.
* * *
Ty finished his juice, then stroked the fur-ball once and headed for the door.
“Ty.”
He glanced toward the hallway. Had Marie called his name?
“Oh … Ty!”
Hell, she was in there making out with some other guy. His hands balled into fists. Yet, she called out Ty’s name. Was it a slip on her part, or was the other guy named Ty, too?
Not likely. Ty grinned. So it looked like Marie had feelings for him. One thing was for sure, if it was a slip, this new romance of hers had probably just come to an abrupt end.
* * *
As Zeke held this über sexy woman close to him, he couldn’t believe his luck. She was so hot, yet so incredibly sweet. Definitely not his usual kind of woman. But she brought out a protective side of him.