This Love's Not for Sale (19 page)

Once at her home, Lilliana gave Tucker the grand tour of her acreage. It was
a beautiful fall day, cool with a light breeze and the skies were bright and blue. The leaves were just starting to turn a rusty red and amber, and the normally green grass was now a dark-golden yellow. Fall was Lilliana’s favorite time of the year. It brought back fond memories of football season, pumpkin carving, and warm sweatshirts wrapped around shoulders while stargazing. Tucker looked at home as they walked in silence through an overgrown calico-bush field. He plucked one and chewed on the end and Lilliana wondered what he was contemplating. She could see the gears turning in his head and it was hard to mistake the money signs in his eyes.  After he was so adamant about her land, how could he now just blow it off so easily? Perhaps he hadn’t. Maybe this was all a part of his grand scheme. Lilliana’s stomach turned at the thought. Had she fallen into his trap?

Lilliana stepped back and watched Tucker cautiously as she tried to discern his expression. Yes, he was definitely sizing up her property.

“It’s still not for sale. And neither am I,” Lilliana blurted out before she could filter her thoughts.

Tucker s
pun around. He appeared offended but what was more disconcerting was that he looked guilty.

“Just so we’re clear: Neither I nor my land will ever have a price tag on it.”

Lilliana turned without giving Tucker a chance to respond. Frankly, she didn’t care what he had to say. She walked quickly back to her house and several minutes later Tucker entered her home. Lilliana dug several items out of her cupboards to make them something to eat and Tucker gripped her waist from behind. The feeling was reminiscent of their first sexual encounter together. She expected an apology or denial, but instead she received a nip on the back of her neck, and a hard cock pressed into her lower back.

“To hell with lunch. All I
want is to fuck that sassy mouth of yours and to see you on your knees again,” Tucker growled in her ear.

Lilliana tried to ignore him but Tucker spun he
r around harshly and pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. Lilliana slapped Tucker’s hands away. She liked pleasing him, but on her own damned terms. Tucker unzipped his pants and slid his cock out, but Lilliana glared at Tucker and refused to acknowledge the massive hard-on only three inches from her face.

“Do it,” Tucker whispered.

Lilliana remained silent and sat back on her haunches, her gaze never once leaving his.

“Do. It.” Tucker’s mouth twitched with agitation but Lilliana didn’t budge.

“Do you want to be punished? Is this your way of trying to elicit a response of that kind out of me?”

“You don’t own me, Tucker McGrath
, and I haven’t signed anything yet stating that you can to whatever the hell you want to me. You wanted me on my knees and that’s where I’m at. If you want something else, then you can ask nicely.” Lilliana swallowed hard. A show-down of the wills of epic proportions was taking place and it wasn’t lost on Lilliana. “Do you know how to do that or would you like me to demonstrate? Like this:
Please, Lilliana, suck my cock
.
Make me come.
Say it.”

“I once told you that I will not be topped and I meant it. I
’m not playing games with you. Either you provide me with what I need and submit to me, or I’ll find someone who will.”

Lilliana promptly stood and walked towards her door and opened it. She’d be damned if she was going to allow Tucker to threaten her.  Her heart sank because she truly wanted him in a way she couldn
’t explain. Maybe it was his bad boy outer shell that masked the country boy within, or quite possibly she liked the fact that he couldn’t be tamed and demanded her surrender. Whatever the case may be, she wasn’t going to be walked on again, especially when she couldn’t trust Tucker as far as she could throw his supercilious ass. It all came down to the fucking land and the fact that he hadn’t denied still wanting it. Of course he still wanted it, Lilliana screamed at herself.

Lilliana couldn’t bring herself to look into his angry eyes as she stood in the doorway because she knew it would break he
r heart. His statement from the previous night about wanting her submission had resonated with her. God, how she wanted Tucker and his discipline… and that room… she wanted to experience more of it… but not like this. Not when all he wanted her for was to satisfy his needs. What about her needs? What about what she wanted?

“Then find someone else,” she said defiantly.

Tucker’s zipper could be heard and a rush of air passed her as Tucker walked through the doorway. Turned away from her, he stopped a mere few inches away from her, his breathing ragged. Lilliana stood immobile as did Tucker as they both internally struggled with what to do next. After a long pause, Tucker turned to face Lilliana and fingered her chin. She feared what she would see staring back at her – anger, hatred, disgust. When their eyes met, his confusion was easily readable.

“Fucking stubborn woman,” he said barely audible.

Tucker’s perfect mouth was calling her;
kiss me
, it begged. Her insolence wavered and she leaned forward, unable to control her bodily response to Tucker’s touch. She closed her eyes, fearful that he would reject her and walk away. She braced herself for the worst but felt his warm lips brush against hers. He parted his mouth and she breathed in his hot breath, and then he was gone. A cool gust of wind blew past her and the wind chime tinkled against its urging, reminding her that Tucker had had been there, but was no longer present. Lilliana left her eyes closed as Tucker’s engine revved loudly and he sped away.

Lilliana finally mustered up the stre
ngth to open her eyes and sulked back into her house, alone. So that was it; one passion-filled night with the one and only Tucker McGrath. He had spoken of pleasures untold, control and submission, and now she would never experience any it. Lilliana sighed, disappointed in herself for not having given Tucker what he wanted, but damn if that man wasn’t aggravating as hell.  Her one night with him was amazing and she was grateful for his opening her eyes about what she really wanted, to submit. Though she couldn’t help but wonder, would she ever be able to do it?

Tucker couldn’t believe the scene that had just played out. He kept his foot firmly planted on the pedal as
his car rocketed down Lilliana’s driveway. He had never been more wrong about a woman in his life. Every time he thought he had Lilliana figured out, she threw him a new curveball and each time it caught him squarely in the diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him. 

He suddenly wished he had never
laid eyes on Lilliana and her fucking land. She had read him like a book and if he had just denied still wanting it, he would be getting his cock sucked right about then. Tucker detested himself and his greed. He wasn’t always like this. His competitiveness was a mainstay since childhood but the greed… where the hell did that come from? He didn’t need the money and he knew he was kidding himself if for thinking the land would set him up for life. Hell, he could retire now if he wanted.

But his pride, that was a whole
other matter. He was not going to be topped by Lilliana or any other woman - no way in hell. Who the fuck did she think she was dealing with - her little pussy of an ex-husband Adam?
Adam.
That bastard cheated and lied to Lilliana and hurt her in ways Tucker would never understand. He had told her that he would try and make her forget about Adam if she allowed and then he proceeds to say something shitty like he’ll find someone else?  Tucker pulled off the side of the road to try and contain his rage and disappointment in the whole fucking Lilliana Norris situation. She maddening, mouthy and alluring, and everything he never knew he wanted. The previous night was so incredible and he thought it was only the beginning of things to come. Should he go back? He wanted to, but his fucking ego…

With his head in his hands, Tucker’s phone beeped.

Lilliana: 3:22 P.M.: I enjoyed last night. I’m sorry things ended the way they did. I hope we can remain amicable.

What the fuck? Did h
e just get friended? Fuck. No.

Tucker
turned his car around and sped back to Lilliana’s place. In a matter of minutes he was back on her doorstep, banging on her door. This was such bullshit. Lilliana opened the door, her cheeks flushed and she looked utterly shocked.

“Did you really just try to friend-zone me?” Tucker barked.

“I… no… I just wanted to convey my gratitude for last night.”

Tucker laughed sarcastically.
“Gratitude? By trying to tell me
let’s just be friends
? I’m fucking 37 years old. I don’t do the friend thing. Next you’ll be telling me,
it’s not you, it’s me.
”

Lilliana’s surprise turned to annoyance in the blink of an eye. “Fine, I guess we won’t remain amicable then. What the hell is your problem anyway, Tucker? Why did you come back here? Just to
chew my ass? And just to clarify: It’s
you
and not me.”

Tucker couldn’t help but smile.
Chew her ass?
More like bite it. God damn, that ass of hers was tempting. Lilliana’s eyes scanned his face and rested on his mouth. In the same amount of time it took her to become annoyed, she was now clearly turned on. It was his smile, he reminded himself. It was his secret weapon against the fiery brunette. He widened his grin and flashed his teeth and Lilliana shook her head.

“No. Absolutely not. I have reconciled the fact that you and I are finis
hed. Done. Over with. One night of passion is all we get.”

“In the seven minutes
that I was gone you decided all that? Give me a fucking break. Tell me: Is one night with me all you really want?” Tucker paused, allowing Lilliana to stew on his statement. “There’s no need for a spoken answer because I’m willing to bet your wet pussy is all the proof I need to make my point.”

Lilliana’s eyes widened.
“Here we go again with your overconfidence.”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Tucker demanded.

Just like she could read him, he could read her and what was written all over her stunning little body was
fuck me now, Tucker.

Lilliana folded her arms across her chest and scanned the floor. “You said you would find someone else to provide your needs. So what are you waiting for?”

Oh, shit. That. Tucker sighed. “I won’t be topped,” he answered, not really addressing the issue.

“I wasn’t trying to do that but this whole land thing just has me put off about you. I know you still want it so don’t try and deny it.”

“Fine, then, I won’t. I’m a businessman, Lilliana. I can’t help that the entrepreneur in me is always running in the background. It’s who I am.”

Lilliana was still clearly hurt and he knew he would have to swallow his pride a little and try and make amends. He hated it, but if meant giving Lilliana peace of mind, then so be it. “As for finding someone else… you’re the only one in my sights at the moment.”

Lilliana raised her head. “At the moment?”

Shit, that came out all wrong, too. “I mean…
ah, hell.” Tucker stopped before he put his foot in his mouth any further. “Lilly…”

Lilliana put her hand up and covered Tucker’s mouth. “Stop. I’m not looking for any kind of commitment either
.
For the moment
is just fine with me. But you seriously need to learn to say please and that’s not because I’m
topping
you, it’s because it’s just good manners. And I’d imagine it would make your mother proud.”

Tucker lifted an eyebrow at her. He liked to see Lilliana’s walls come down. He doubted she was truly attempting to top him but still had doubts about her ability to be submissive.

“I like you’re controlling side, I really do, but… you… you’re so damned… ugh. You frustrate the hell out of me.”

That wasn’t the first time a woman had spoken those words to him and he smiled. Yes, he imagined his dominance would be difficult
to come to grips with for someone as headstrong as Lilly, just as her stubbornness was not easy for him to get past. But he couldn’t deny his attraction for her – unreasonableness and all.

“So what do you want to do?” Tucker asked.

Lilliana’s cheeks pinked up and she blinked long and hard. “At the risk of sounding desperate and unladylike, what I really want is a good, hard fuck, like the one you promised me the first time you came here. Like the one you gave me last night – twice. I want you and that amazing dick to make me forget about the fact that you want my land and that we’re completely wrong for each other.”

Tucker’s cock immediately hardened. Yes, her request was a bit unladylike but he could give a shit less.
She was being completely honest – no insinuations, no games, no overtones… just fucking
real
. As for being wrong for each other – that was most likely true, but they were both being up front with each other and there were no allusions or pretenses.

He
wanted her and she wanted him for the moment, and that was good enough – for now.

Tucker grabbed Lilliana
around the waist and hoisted her up into his arms. A good, hard fuck was precisely what he intended to give her. Lilliana wrapped her arms around his neck as he staggered into her home and kicked the door closed behind him. Tucker pressed his mouth to Lilliana’s warm lips, and stumbled into her bedroom where they both tore at each other’s clothes frantically. Jeans and underwear flew every which way in a flurry of movement and limbs intertwining and grasping onto any part they could latch onto.

Tucker heaved Lilliana onto the bed and reached back down and fumbled through his pants pocket for a condom. He feared he had run out but sighed with relief when he found the last one.
If this thing with Lilliana was going to be somewhat regular, he needed to get this whole birth control thing under control and speak with her about it, and the sooner, the better.

Tucker ripped the foil open with his teeth and slid the wet skin over his rigid shaft while he kept his eyes on Lilliana. Her eyes fixated on his cock and widened with anticipation. It was a mesmeric look for her and Tucker paced his movements, wanting to enjoy the look of expectancy on her face.

“A good, hard fuck, huh?” he whispered.

Lilliana’s pupils
darted up to his with a spirited toss of her head and she nodded.

“Are you sure you can handle that?”

Lilliana licked her lips and her chest heaved with her heavy breathing. “Yes, I can handle it. Please…” she whimpered.

Tucker reached
for his jeans again and pulled the belt from its loops. Lilliana’s look of anticipation turned to trepidation. 

“On your stomach, hands behind your back,” Tucker ordered.

Lilliana sat frozen and unblinking.

“Why the hesitation?” Tucker asked, kneeling on the bed in
between Lilliana’s legs.

“I’m not ready for that
.”

“I see. So
you’re okay with sucking my dick and swallowing my cum, but being bound is off limits?” Tucker asked incredulously.

Lilliana rolle
d her eyes and uncomfortably. “I guess when you put it like that… but… can we save that sort of thing for later? When I’m more comfortable?”

Tucker
ran the leather through his hand, stopping at the buckle. His fingers skimmed the cold metal while he mulled over her request. Now was as good a time as any to find out what Lilliana was made of and if they were going to be compatible.  His dick twitched as if reminding him that it was now or never and to get on with it. Tucker came to the conclusion that the way into Lilliana’s psyche was to gain her trust and allow a little leeway, especially considering how fragile things were at that point.

“I’m not much for
concession, but I am willing to compromise if it means you’ll start to trust me. Hands in front of you, wrists crossed. You still have a semblance of control that way. And… you’ll still look fucking magnificent bound in my leather.”

Lilliana cocked her head and blinked several times
before finally nodding yes. She laid back and crossed her wrists low on her belly.

Tucker moved quickly before Lilliana had a chance to balk. He looped the belt several times around her wrists and tucked the buckle neatly inside the binding.  When Tucker’s gaze met Lilliana’s, she looked like a frightened animal, her breathing ragged and harsh,
and her eyes wide and glassy.

“Damn, Tucker. The way you
handle that belt… your speed and agility … I get the feeling you’ve done this sort of thing before. Frequently.”

Tucker threw his head back and laughed. If she only knew. Though in realty, he wished he had done it more often than he had been allowed.

Lilliana shook her head, “Okay, you need to seriously lose the sinister, pervert laugh because you’re freaking me out.”

***

The look on Tucker’s face was the sexiest thing Lilliana had ever seen staring back at her, but that laugh… it sent shivers down her spine and into her ass crack – something that was new to her. She didn’t know it was possible to get goose bumps in her butt, but there they were, inching up into her pussy. It was a strangely annoying and delightful feeling.

Lilliana giggled when the tingli
ng sensation crept up her labia, making her once smooth pussy now stubbly.

Tucker
stiffened as though she had struck him and gritted his teeth. “You think I’m funny?”

Lilliana swallowed hard. The line reminded her of one of her favorite movies,
Goodfellas
, and what happened to the poor idiot who had laughed at Tommy Devito. Her laughter died down, fearing that she would end up in the trunk of Tucker’s Maserati, bound and gagged.

“
No, it’s just that you gave me the willies in my muffin and now I have cactopus.”

Tucker’s e
yes widened and laughter floated up from his throat. The sound was marvelous and catching.

“Shit, Lilly, this is supposed to be sexy-time. You’re lying here bound in front of me and looking like a hot as hell little sex kitten and I can’t even keep a straight face with you!”

Lilliana grinned at Tucker and a part of her reveled in his openness with her. She absolutely adored his laugh and was thrilled to be bring it out of him.

Tucker took a deep breath, close
d his eyes and settled himself. When he opened his eyes again, Lilliana knew playtime was over.

“Now… back to business,” he growled.

Grabbing the belt, Tucker positioned Lilliana’s hands above her head and flipped her onto her belly by her waist. He bent her over the edge of the bed, holding onto the leather securely, pinning her hands high and forcing her face down.

“
Just like the song: Face down, ass up… that’s the way I like to fuck…”

Lilliana
tried to comment about the song, but only her muffled voice could be heard. She could hardly catch her breath so she turned her face to the side. She felt the urge to speak but held her tongue. She waited for Tucker’s invasion and it came… hard and deep and without warning, and a cry of surprise broke from Lilliana’s lips.  She clenched down and ground her body into the bed, trying to escape his forceful penetration, but there was nowhere for her to go.