Skin (35 page)

“Reese,” she pleaded. Taking her hips into his hands again, he reared back and rubbed the tip of his cock against her swollen lips. She pushed back and caught him. He groaned and fought the urge to thrust deep into her.

He ran a finger down her spine and withdrew his dick from her. She moaned and pushed back against him. Like a guided missile his cock dug into her. This time deeper. He hissed in a breath and pulled back. His eyes locked in the mirror with hers and he saw in their depth, a challenge to make him succumb.

Frankie rotated her hips in a circular movement, her cheeks brushing against the head of his dick. She slipped a leg back, locked it around his thigh, and pushed back harder against his cock. The head slid up her ass, and with the lubrication she gave off, the head of his dick slid into her.

She gasped, “No, Reese, too much.” She pressed her hips forward, trying to unhook her leg from his thigh, but he grabbed her harder, steadying her.

He knew he was too big to go deeper. But he kept the head firmly inside to give her something, but more to keep him from plunging deep into her pussy. He wasn’t ready for that — yet. He slid a hand around the soft curve of her ass. She pushed back against him and gasped as he went deeper into her. His finger slid up to her clit and he dipped into her hot box.

“Is that what you want?”

“All of you.”

His finger delved deep into her and she straightened up on her knees as he hit her sweet spot. Her orgasm was instant. His finger rode her out and his cock went an inch deeper. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He withdrew from her, and she cried out.

He steadied her thrusting hips with his hands, luxuriating in the velvety heat of her skin. She slid her leg back again, and while he tried to get his desire under control, she seized the moment. Her slick labia slid along his shaft and she pulled forward just enough to tip his cock. She spread her thighs wider and caught the head at her opening. As he surged forward just for a taste, she clamped her thighs tight around him and pushed backward, impaling herself on the length of him. He gritted his teeth and gave in to the sublime feel of her velvety heat.

“Frankie,” he moaned. He gathered her tighter to him and with his hands on each of her hip bones, he sank himself as deep into her as he could. He felt her muscles quiver, her womb vibrate. Her skin sweltered.

Frankie watched the hard play of muscles along Reese’s long arms as he pulled her toward him, holding her close as their bodies became one. His tan skin glowed bronze in the low light of the lantern, and the sight of his power possessing her made her heart ache. Her body arched against his, and she began the slow, rhythmic dance of passion.

When his eyes opened she paused. His fierce stare unnerved her, his power excited her.

“Move, Reese, slow and deep.”

He did, and she took every inch of him in and out in the slow, long, deep thrusts. She could see in the mirror he fought it, each thrust a thought, a conscious decision, one that his body made, not him. Frankie closed her eyes and pulled him along with her, giving him no choice but to go with nature. She felt it the minute he made the switch. His fingers dug deeper into her hips and he held her closer, and his thrusts came deeper, more languid, savoring.

She met him thrust for thrust, skin to skin, heart to heart. She was in too deep to do otherwise, and she knew in her heart he was too.

Reese’s eyes closed and she watched the play of emotions cross his face as their bodies parried and engaged. It was all she could do not to lose herself in the moment, but she wanted to watch him as their bodies met, then separated: the curve of her hip, the thrust of his cock, the sheen on their bodies, the way her body pulled him in only to give him up, then take him back, deeper, hotter, faster.

Frankie moaned, aroused by the visual of his cock thrusting in and out of her, their bodies hot and healthy, mating; the sublime sensation only he could deliver crested. A smooth sheen of perspiration erupted and Frankie cried out. Her body quivering, her womb constricting wildly, her release complete.

“Jesus, Frankie,” Reese groaned as his body followed her to the ultimate fulfillment.

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or a long moment they remained as one, their heavy breaths blowing steamy into the cool air of the stall. Frankie’s breasts heaved as she drew in deep breaths.

Reese slid a large hand down around the curve of her ass and squeezed her.

“Untie me,” she said, her voice hoarse. She swallowed again to coat her dry throat. Reese reached over her and released the shank from the hook. Frankie slowly pulled her arms close to her body and moved away from Reese, his still full cock slipping from her. She gasped and felt empty. She rolled over onto her back and brought her hands down in front of her.

Reese sat back on his haunches, eyeing her warily.

“What?” she asked.

He shook his head and yanked her hands toward him. Too drained to fight his surly action, she allowed him to untie and unwrap his shirt from around her wrists.

“I thought guys were always nice after sex.”

He grunted and lay down alongside her. Wrapping the blankets around them, he edged closer to her, but not enough so that their bodies touched.

She rolled on her side, facing him. “What’s bothering you?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Well, clue me in.”

He shrugged. “I don’t like being lied to.”

She smoothed her hair back from her face. “That makes two of us.”

His eyes narrowed.

“And since it’s obvious we don’t trust each other, let’s not dwell on it,” she said.

“Just like that?”

She sighed. “What do you want from me, Reese? A confession?”

He remained silent.

“What do you want me to confess?”

“The truth.”

She shook her head and pushed away from him, pulling another blanket around her shoulders. “Can you be specific?”

“Tell me about your father.”

She stiffened. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“Yes, there is.”

“Tell me about yours.”

It was his turn to scowl.

“See?” she said. “Some things are better left unsaid.”

“What happened between you and your father?”

She felt her chest tighten and her eyes warmed. “When he didn’t go for my idea to convert
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I told him I was going to go to my uncle for support. He accused me of betraying him. I didn’t back down. He told me I was dead to him. So I told him he was dead to me.”

“Who killed him?”

“How did your sister die?”

His jaw drew taut. “My sister is none of your business.”

“Neither is my father yours.”

She moved to leave their warm cocoon, but Reese curled long fingers around her arm and pulled her back. “Stay.”

She turned back to see his face. It was a difficult mask to read. His eyes glittered angrily but she knew he wanted her there.

“You don’t like to be challenged, do you?” she asked.

“Not really.”

“You’re a control freak, Reese. If you can’t have your way, you try to muscle it. And then if that doesn’t work, you coerce.”

“Did I coerce you?”

“Yes, you did. But as it happened, I wanted it.”

He pulled her close to him and finally she could feel his body heat. “Yeah, you did.”

“Okay, so that’s two of my fantasies you’ve made come true. You’re going to get yours in the morning.”

He raised a brow.

“Remember? You wanted to wake up after sex and find the woman gone, no demands?”

“You can’t leave.”

“I can and I will. I’m tired of running. It’s not my style. I’m going to find my father’s will, and then I’m going to confront Anthony.”

“You’re not leaving.”

“Do you want Midas to die? Or even your friend Amy?” She wouldn’t be responsible for their deaths. Or Reese’s.

“They will never find you here.”

“They always find their mark.”

“The only way they can find you here is if someone tells them. I’m not going to, and Midas and Angie have no idea what’s going on.”

She pulled away and he pulled her back. “It doesn’t matter. I’m leaving. I’m not running anymore.”

She yawned and realized she felt exhausted.

“Go to sleep,” he said. “We’ll talk about it later.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head but allowed him to pull her into the crook of his arm. She settled against his shoulder, and the last thought as sleep consumed her was how good their sex smelled.

Frankie woke later to the feel of Reese’s long, hard body beneath hers. Slowly she opened her eyes and realized by his deep, even breaths he was asleep. She traced a finger across the scars on his chest and wondered for the hundredth time how he really got them.

She stretched and yawned, and as her thigh brushed against his cock it swelled. She smiled and an idea took hold. Very carefully she slid up toward the lead shank still attached to the ring in the stall wall. For a moment she wondered how she could manage to immobilize Reese without waking him. The thought of him writhing crazily beneath her, completely under her power, sent her skin warming and her pussy constricting.

Carefully she wrapped the braided cotton around his wrists, then tied it off in a loose square knot. The minute Reese pulled, it would tighten. She smiled. She learned one thing from her family. There was nothing sweeter than a vendetta well served.

She debated on finding another lead shank and tying up his feet. Instead, she hurried from the stall to the small office and used the bathroom, where she cleaned herself up a little. She smiled as she hurried back through the cold air and into the stall. She noticed there was a camera bag in the corner by the tripod case. She opened it to find another picture card. She changed it out and reset the timer. When she looked across the small space to Reese she met his dark penetrating gaze.

“Untie me,” he said, his voice low, deep, and dangerous.

She grabbed a loose blanket and wrapped it around herself.

“No.”

“Francesca, do it now or pay the price.”

She sauntered up to him and smiled. “By the time you get yourself out of this mess I’ll be long gone.”

He scowled and pulled against the rope. Frankie secured the lightweight blanket around her and tied two ends over one shoulder toga style. Then she took the camera from the tripod. “Now, let’s see what shots I can get.”

He pulled against the rope again, his biceps bulging.

“Oh, that looks so good, Reese. Maybe I’ll have a taste of you before I go.”

“Don’t touch me.”

She laughed out loud. “Don’t say the prospect doesn’t interest you.” She moved in for a close-up.

He answered with angry eyes. She pulled the blanket further down his chest. “Looks like you just might be a tad bit intrigued, cowboy.”

Her eyes swept down the length of his belly to the rising blanket. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he said.

“Oh, I think” — she pulled the blanket down a little further, exposing his patch of hair — “it might be a little bit more than that.”

Reese growled a warning, one she ignored. She continued to get her shots. When she pulled the blanket from him she did it slowly, dragging it across his raging hard-on. He sucked in a deep breath and she laughed low. “Does that feel good?”

He shot her a vicious glare, and for a moment she hesitated. The raw emotion on his face was priceless. She’d apologize later, but she reminded him of his contract. “You agreed to anytime, anywhere.”

She turned and put the camera back onto the tripod, then set the timer.

She walked to the foot of the bales and pulled the blanket the rest of the way from Reese’s body. “You have the most incredible body of any man I’ve ever seen.” She moved to his side and touched a finger to his chest, tracing the longest of the scars there. “How’d you get that?”

“From the last woman I killed after she tied me up.”

She pressed her lips to it. “I hope you aren’t so violent with me.”

“Untie me and I won’t be.”

She traced a finger down his belly to his groin. “I’m sorry, can’t do that, Reese, I need the shot.” She slid her open hand palm first down the thick heat of his erection, and he reared against her hand. “Yes, you see? You do like it.”

She wrapped her hand around him and he groaned. “This will be the last time you take a picture of me. I quit.” He hissed as she manipulated him to staggering proportions.

She squeezed his cock in her hand. “After these, I’ll have enough pictures of you.”

She pressed her lips to his chest and felt the sharp lurch of his heart against her mouth. “You know you want me.”

“I want you to untie me.”

“I can’t do that. You need to know what it’s like to be powerless, to have no say.”

“Why?”

Her lips traveled lower, and she nibbled on his hip bone. Deftly she slid out of her makeshift toga. “Payback.”

“A sexual vendetta?”

She licked the wide tip of his cock and Reese’s hips left the blankets. Then she took him in her mouth, knowing there was no way she could get all of him in, but she gave it her best shot.

Reese’s body stiffened and he cursed her. She ignored him. Just as she worked him up to overflow, she stopped. Her pussy throbbed so thickly, she felt like she was going to come right there.

She took his cock between her full breasts and fucked him that way. He watched, his eyes narrow slits, his jaw set. His hips moved boldly against her full flesh.

“Jesus, Frankie,” he hoarsely whispered as his thrusts increased in tempo and power. Without warning she pulled away from him. Crawling up him, she scratched his chest with her nails and pushed him closer to the edge.

“Sit on my face,” he demanded. She crawled further up his chest. The cool air wafted across her steamy pussy and she couldn’t wait to feel his mouth torment her. She grabbed the round handle the lead shank was attached to and held on as she straddled his face and lowered herself to him. His hot lips clamped onto her nether lips and she cried out.

She thought about loosening the tie so he could slip a finger deep into her, but she refrained. She needed him tied up when she left. Her emotions were messing with her mind and she knew there was no future with this man unless she cleared the air with her family first.