“Selfish,” he whispered, his hot breath licking my ear as he began to rock in and out of me.
“Just fuck me and shut the fuck up,” I hissed, pushing back against him.
His palm came down fast on my hip as he slapped it hard enough to cause me to focus on another point of pain. “You’re not the boss anymore, Izzy. I am.” His words surprised me more than his palm, and the funny thing was…I liked it.
“Yes, sir,” I spouted back, feeling the need to be a smartass.
“Always have to be such a tough-ass,” he grunted, gripping my hip and thrusting inside me. He pinched my clit and rolled it between his fingers.
I cried out. The orgasm that had built broke loose. I screamed until my throat was sore and my voice hoarse. I grew limp, my body and mind both sated and in post-orgasmic bliss, as his thrusts grew more punishing.
I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for his release and my freedom. My body couldn’t take much more of James and come back unscathed. His movements became sporadic as he hissed, “Fuck,” and collapsed against my back.
Our bodies were slick with sweat as he lay on top of me, crushing me against the mattress.
“Jesus,” he murmured between labored breaths.
I moved, his dick feeling like an unwelcome guest.
He shifted, pulling his cock from my body as he rolled off me. “Sorry,” he said as he stroked my ass with his fingertips.
“James, let me go,” I whispered, and yanked at the handcuffs.
“I may keep you like this all night.” He traced a path up my ass cheeks to my spine. “I like you so willing and ready.”
I glared at him, turning my head in his direction. “My arms are getting numb,” I bit out, trying to not yell.
“I’ll never believe your bullshit.” He laughed, climbing off the bed.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I roared, worried he’d leave me like this all night.
“Getting the fucking key,” he responded, bending down and retrieving it from his jeans pocket.
“Oh,” I mumbled, feeling like a fool.
As he climbed on the bed, the mattress dipped, much like my stomach from his nearness. As he released my arms, he rubbed my muscles and eased the tension inside. The feeling of his strong hands massaging my limbs felt amazing.
“Mmm, so fucking good,” I muttered as he continued the same treatment on my other arm.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I watched as his beautiful, tight ass walked to the bathroom until he closed the door. Hearing water running, I closed my eyes and thought about James. I was currently in the love phase of the love-hate relationship I had with him, but I was certain that, soon enough, the orgasmic haze I was in would wear off and I’d slide on the other side of that thin line.
I cracked open an eye as the door opened. He was approaching the bed with a washcloth. “Let me clean you,” he whispered, crawling next to me in bed.
Without speaking, I opened my legs and relaxed. The warmth of the towel against my pussy and ass relived the throbbing I’d felt a moment ago. His cock had been brutal, but his kindness and the fucking orgasm made it all worth the abuse.
“Ouch,” I hissed as he pressed it against my asshole.
“It’ll help. Just lie still,” he whispered, working the soft cloth against my skin.
I did as he’d said without a fight. I didn’t have the energy to argue with James tonight.
Leaving the washcloth against me, he stood and pulled back a corner of the sheets. “Up you go,” he said, cradling me.
I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing my nose against his neck, and inhaled. He smelled like musk, sweat, and sex.
He placed my head on the pillow, climbed over top of me, and settled in the bed. After covering us, he cocooned me in his arms.
With my back to his torso, I closed my eyes and exhaled. My eyes were heavy as I blinked, straining to keep them open.
“Sleep, sweet Izzy,” he whispered, increasing his grip around my body.
I drifted off, listening his breathing in my ear, blissfully sated and exhausted.
James would be the death of me.
Chapter 10 - Finding an Inroad
I woke the next morning to Izzy’s light snores in my ear. During the night, she’d shifted, turning her face toward me and wrapping her body around mine. Now, we were in the same position with her face buried in my chest.
I didn’t want to move. Izzy looked sweet and almost angelic lying in my arms, curled around me. I knew that, the moment her eyes opened, her wicked tongue and smartass words would be nonstop. The girl needed to stop running—or at least pretending to.
I never believed in love at first. Lust, yes, but not love. The problem was that I did love Izzy Gallo. She wasn’t like other women who’d spent time in my bed; she was in a class all her own.