A Little Harmless Lie 4 (22 page)

He shifted, moving behind her.

“I was right. Your ass does look sexy red.” His voice had deepened, the arousal in it easy to hear, to feel moving over her nerve endings.

His hands smoothed over her cheeks and then he smacked her once again. She moaned again.

“Feel good, baby? I bet it makes that pretty little pussy hot and wet.”

She couldn’t answer him even if he’d wanted an answer. Her heart was smacking against her chest, her body shivering with the anticipation he was slowly building. Her cunt was weeping with need.

He skimmed one hand between her legs, dragging a finger against her slit, then back up to her anus. Slowly, he eased a finger into her anus.

Before she was ready for it to end, he pulled away.

“On your back, Dee.”

Arousal left his voice rough, her body shimmering. She did as he ordered as he slipped from the bed. He bent down and picked something up off the floor. Her robe. He took hold of the belt and pulled it from the loops.

“I think you understand now to trust me.”

His gray gaze watched her, moved down her body. Licks of heat followed the path, leaving her flesh hot, burning. She wanted his hands there, needed them touching her, teasing her, driving her crazy.

He dropped the robe on the floor and walked back to the bed, the belt hanging loosely from his fingers.

“Hands up, over your head.”

She did as ordered and he slipped the belt beneath her wrists, then around to tie them together.

“I’d like to tie your ankles down, but I don’t have anything to anchor them to.”

The image that brought to mind had her head spinning and her body yearning. He leaned over, his hands skimming over her aching nipples.

“I love you in this position. Like an offered treat for me.”

She glanced up at him, the small smile on his face curling into her heart. She had wanted him for so long, but being wanted, desired by this man who could have just about any woman he wanted, was a thrill.

“Arch your back a little, offer me up those pretty breasts.”

She did as he ordered and he dipped his head. His mouth closed over her nipple and the sensation of his tongue moving over the tip, then the graze of his teeth, shot straight to her pussy. Another layer of her cream coated her inner lips. She pressed her legs together, trying to ease the ache. Micah didn’t like that. He slid a hand down and insinuated it between her legs, keeping her from doing anything. He raised his head, a wicked smile curving those full lips.

“Naughty Dee. I told you that your pleasure is for me to give, not for you to take.” He slipped one finger into her pussy, then up and over her throbbing clit. “And if you’re bad, I’ll make you wait longer.”

He continued his lazy movements as he moved to her other breast and pulled her nipple between his teeth, teasing it. Every nerve in her body felt electrified, in tune with what he was doing, anticipating what he would do next. Soon he was kissing his way down her body, his teeth grazing her stomach before he settled in between her legs. His silky strands slipped over her skin. He pushed her thighs apart and set his mouth against her. His breath heated her core, brushed over her clit. She couldn’t stop the shiver that moved over her. She really had lost complete control of her reactions. She could not contain her need, keep it hidden. She didn’t want to. What she wanted, what she needed, was to feel Micah push into her, feel his long, hard cock, have him push her up over the edge.

He slipped his tongue into her pussy, licking first, then nipping with his teeth. Her orgasm shimmered there, just on the edge, but she couldn’t seem to make herself go over, could not allow herself the free fall into pleasure.

Micah’s finger moved into her anus as he continued to tease her pussy. The dual sensations pushed her even closer, near the bliss but not quite.

Again, before she was ready for him to pull away, he did and moved to the nightstand.

“I told you, not until I’m ready to have you come, and I want to be deep inside that tight little pussy when you come.”

She opened her eyes as he ripped open a condom and pulled it out. She couldn’t look away as he rolled it on, his large hands moving over his penis.

“Ahh, you like that. I might have to have you watch me masturbate some time while I have you tied up.”

Just the idea sent shivers of delight moving through her as her gaze shot up to his. His face was flush, his eyes dilated and his nostrils flared with each breath he took. The fact that the scenario aroused him too just made her want to see it more.

“I knew you were naughty. I’m just glad I’m the one who brings it out in you. And while I’d like to do that, I don’t think it would be a good idea tonight.”

He leaned over, set his hand against her pussy and gave her clit one last press before joining her on the bed. He moved between her legs again, his cock in his hand. He moved it over her slit and then entered her in one hard thrust.

Her muscles flexed against him as he started to move. His thrusts were slow, even, shallow, and she could do nothing to change his pace. When she settled her feet on the bed and tried to push against him, he rose to his knees and took her hips in his hands, lifting her feet off the mattress. She was now completely under his control and he knew it from the smile he gave her. Soon though, his thrusts sped up, deepened. Flesh slapped against flesh, her body hurdling toward her orgasm.

“Baby, come now, do it.”

She couldn’t do anything else but obey his command. Her release crashed through her, sending a wave of heated pleasure over her nerve endings as her body convulsed with it. He shouted her name and thrust into her one last time, the tendons in his neck strained, his whole body rigid as he came. She watched even as her body was still recovering from her orgasm, entranced by the sight.

He was stunning.

Long moments later, he lowered her hips and pulled out of her. He bent down, his eyes filled with tenderness, and she realized then that something big had happened. She knew it the moment she couldn’t come without an order from him. But it was then she realized he knew it too, that he had expected it.

Dee waited for the fear, for the panic to set in, but as he undid the belt from around her wrists, a strong sense of rightness settled within her. This is what she wanted, what she needed. He slipped from the bed, set the belt on the dresser, threw away the condom and then joined her back in the bed. He pulled the sheet over them and then tugged her into his arms. As the warmth of his body surrounded her, his lips brushed her temple.

“Thank you.”

She sighed and let the sleep dragging on her take her, knowing that the man she loved had given her a gift that no one else could.

Chapter Sixteen

“It’s set up,” Dillon announced the moment he got off the phone. “I made sure that no one at the FBI knows anything about it, and I threatened a certain US Attorney with some bad press if he didn’t make sure that all of this was taken care of discreetly.”

“So are Dad and Petey going to be here?” Devon asked.

“Yeah, both of them. They were already planning a trip here.”

Devon’s face showed his surprise and a little guilt.

“No. Not your fault. He was planning this trip for a while. He was apparently genuinely surprised to find out that you two are alive.”

Knowing that Devon wanted to know more, and that it would slow them down, Micah took over. “What are we doing? Where do we all need to be?”

“They are going to meet downstairs in the casino.”

“Isn’t that a little risky?” Dee asked.

“It’s safety. Your father might not think twice about kidnapping you, but he wouldn’t do it with witnesses. If we can get the bastard on tape admitting to the killings, there will be no problem with the trial. In fact, it might keep you from having to testify, and it will offer some protection. Killing you will not stop a trial.”

She sighed and leaned against Micah, and he could feel her muscles relax a bit. She would testify if she had to, that much he knew. But she would be happy not to have to go through it.

“We need to wire you.”

Conner stepped forward and Micah almost growled. The former agent must have seen his expression. “I have to wire her to be able to have the recording.”

“Her brother can do it.”

Devon stood and grinned at Micah. “Yeah, I know how to do a wire. Come on, Dee. Where’s the stuff?” he asked Conner.

Conner led him to another area of the expansive suite.

“You can stop trying to come up with ways to kill my brother.”

He looked up at Maura, who had been pretty quiet up until then. It was only the two of them in the living area as she sat down on the oversized chair Devon had just vacated.

“How do you know I was?”

She laughed. “You have the whole predatory male thing down. But he has no interest in Dee that way.”

“That’s not what her brother said.”

She shook her head. “How did he find out?”

“Said something about the case file.”

She shut her eyes and shivered. “Oh, he hacked the FBI. Be still my heart.”

He was smiling when she opened her eyes.

“My brother didn’t have a thing for her. What you have to understand is after my folks died it was just Conner and I. He practically raised me.”

“And?”

“Okay, move your male stupidity out of the way and think. Dee and I are about the same age.”

His mind turned over what she said and then it hit him.

“Yeah. His judgment wasn’t clouded because of his interest in her sexually. It still disgusts him people thought that. His problem was every time he saw her, he saw me. It was hard to separate from that. I had just left for school. Then Dee falls into his lap. He blames himself.”

“And his superiors think he had the hots for her.”

“Yeah.” She made a face. “He lost all interest in keeping his career after that. Especially after John died. He resigned after they couldn’t find her.”

“Why did they think he had an interest in her?”

She shrugged. “He doesn’t know. John would have never said something like that. He had talked to Conner about it. Why?”

“There’s a good chance whoever accused him of misconduct is the mole in the FBI. Or someone close to him was in the position to do it. You find out who did the report and you can find the person who got John killed.”

“I don’t know why I didn’t think about that,” Dillon said from the edge of the room. “But you’re right. If whoever got me out of there, got me off the case, is still around, there’s a good chance that is whoever sold Dee out to her father. Why the hell didn’t I think of it?”

The disgust he heard in the other man’s voice should have made Micah happy, but it didn’t. “You had just lost your partner, and I’m guessing at the time, your best friend. A young woman who reminded you of your sister had just been attacked and was possibly dead, and you had been pulled off the case. Most people wouldn’t think of it.”

He said nothing but walked away, the anger and guilt vibrating off him.

“Well, shit,” Maura said. “I should have thought of it too. It might have given us some kind of insight into what was going on at the time.”

He shook his head. “I think it might have been a good thing.”

“You think Conner being pulled from the case was a good thing?”

“No, but him being smart enough to suggest they leave her on her own is probably what saved her. At the time, she wasn’t strong enough to testify. You know the FBI wouldn’t have protected her without any information. After the attack, I am pretty sure she would have had a breakdown if she had been forced to testify.”

She nodded. “Still, you can’t understand the guilt he feels.”

“No? I led you to her. How do you think that makes me feel?”

She offered him a smile. “I knew after seeing you together at the club that no matter what happened, you would follow her. Zeke and my brother weren’t too sure.”

“You need to talk to your brother.”

She nodded and headed off in the direction her brother had gone in.

“Oh, and Maura.”

She turned around, her inquisitive eyes sparkling behind the lenses of her glasses.

“Consider yourself a lifetime member of Rough ’n Ready.”

Her lips curved into a smile that normally would have tempted him. She was just the type of sub he liked, but it seemed the position had been filled. Permanently.

“Thanks.”

As she strode away, he tried to wrap his mind around everything that had happened. It was hard to fathom that just weeks ago all he wanted was Dee in his bed. He should have known there was something under the surface, something that was drawing her to him. He walked to the bedroom, his mind on the future. He hadn’t thought of it for years. Micah planned business, not life. It was one of his mottos. His main one in fact.

When did things get so turned around?

That was easy. It was the day that Dee had walked into his club. At first, he’d kept his distance, but that hadn’t worked. Granted, she had very adamantly said she wasn’t into the life, and if that was expected of her she didn’t want the job. His lips curved as he thought of the memory, the righteous indignation pouring off her.

She had been a thorn in his side from the moment he’d hired her. One of the best bartenders, but hard for him to resist.

He shook his head and decided to call Evan. He had to let him know everything was okay and check in on the business. He poked his head inside where Devon was wiring Dee.

“Hey, do you have a secure phone?”

Dee twisted around and smiled at him. Just that small curving of the lips and his entire body came alert... but scarier was the way his heart tripped at the sight. Jesus, if the woman knew just how much power she had over him, he was fucked.

Devon looked at him. “Sure.” He handed him a cell phone.

Micah took it and dialed Evan’s number as he walked back to the living area, realizing that life as he knew it was gone. For some reason, what he’d lost didn’t bother him that much. He looked at the door to the bedroom. Probably because of what he had gained.

“God, what a sad sight.”

Dee looked back over her shoulder at her brother. “What do you mean?”