All In (The Blackstone Affair, Part 2) (16 page)

Brynne wasn’t finished chewing me out
apparently. “It’s something I do most every morning. It wasn’t
raining and the day was perfect for a short walk down to the
corner.” She threw up her hands again. “I had my run on the
treadmill and wanted to get a white chocolate mocha. Is that such a
crime? It’s not like I busted into The Tower and nabbed the crown
jewels or something.”

I rolled my eyes. “Baby, do you have any
idea what it was like for me this morning to find you gone? No
message, no note, no nothing!”

She threw her head back onto the seat and
looked up. “God help me! I left you a note! I did. I set it on my
pillow so you’d see. It said:
Went to get coffee at Java. Be
back soon
. I used
your
gym and took a shower before I
left. Doesn’t that speak to what I was doing? Nothing covert going
on, just having a normal morning, Ethan!”

Not the kind of normal I want to wake up to
ever again, thank you very much!

“I didn’t get your blasted note! I rang you
and got voicemail! Why didn’t you pick up if you were just in line
for coffees?” I got out and wrenched open her door. I wanted her
back in the flat in private. This public brawling sucked.

She shook her head at me and got out of the
car. “I was talking to my aunt Marie.”

I stabbed at the lift call button. “At that
hour of the morning?” I ushered her into the lift and backed her
into a corner, my arms caging her in where I could get a little
more influence over her. She was a loose cannon at the moment. The
sound of the doors closing us into privacy was the most welcome
sound I’d heard in the last minutes.

“Aunt Marie is an early riser and she knows
I am up in the mornings to run.” Brynne looked at my mouth, her
eyes darting as she read me. I wished I knew what she was thinking.
What was in her heart. I’d pushed up very close to her body, but
didn’t touch. I just wanted to absorb the fact that I had her back
in one piece.

“Don’t do that again, Brynne. I’m serious.
Those times of going off on your own are over.”

The lift doors opened and she ducked around
me to get out. I followed her down the hall and unlocked the front
door to my flat. As soon as we were inside she let me have it. Her
eyes flared and got sparkly. She was very, very pissed, and utterly
beautiful in a way that got me hard as stone. “So I’m not even
allowed to go down to Java’s and get a coffee?” she demanded.

“Not exactly. You are not allowed to go
alone
and especially without telling anybody!” I shook my
head in exasperation at what she’d done, threw down my keys and
scrubbed my head. “Why is this concept so fucking difficult to
comprehend?”

She stared at me oddly like she was trying
to figure me out. “Why are you really so angry, Ethan? Going for
coffee in the light of day with people all around could not have
been that much of a risk.” She folded her arms beneath her breasts
again.

“For all I knew, you’d broken off with me
again and gone home to your place!”
The truth is evil sometimes.
Did I just say that out loud?

“Ethan! I wouldn’t just do that.” She glared
at me. “Why would you think that I would?”

“Because you’ve done it before!” I yelled.
There was that evil bastard truth again
,
worming his way
into places and having a field day with my insecurities.

“Fuck you!” she hissed, hair flying as she
spun around and fled into the bedroom, slamming the door as she
went in.

Fucking hell, she so needed a good shagging.
I could think of a few things that would shut her up. You’d think
after last night she would wake up soft and obliging like a sleepy
kitten. No such luck. I had a spitting mad, feral cat on my
hands.

I realized I’d left the coffee she’d bought
me sitting in the drink holder down in my car. Fuck the bloody
coffee, I needed a bottle of Van Gogh and about a dozen
ciggies.

I also needed a shower and to make a few
things perfectly clear to my utterly frustrating female. Christ,
she was a handful when she got like this, but a shower first and
then maybe I could sit her down and attempt some logical reasoning.
I went the back way to the bathroom rather than in through the
bedroom because I imagined her dressing for work in there, and
figured some privacy would be appreciated considering she’d just
told me to sod off. I ditched my shoes and shirt and stepped
in.

And had to reach for my eyeballs as they
bugged out of my head and rolled around on the floor. Brynne stood
there half-naked in some really fucking sexy lingerie, doing her
make-up, or hair or something.

She twisted and gave me a look that spoke
volumes about how angry she still was. “I found the note I left for
you.” She picked up a piece of paper from the vanity. “It was
under
the sheets where you shoved it,” she smirked, let the
paper fall, and then turned back to the mirror, flashing her
gorgeous backside in some decadent, black lace knickers that made
me feel certain my optic nerves were shot.

I thought about her ass and last night. What
we’d done, and what we hadn’t done…

Her eyes caught mine in the mirror just
before she looked down, her chest flushing pink over the curves of
her breasts in that black lace bra I was insanely jealous of.

That’s my girl
.

She was remembering too. Some things between
us might be fucked up right now, but in the sex department we were
solid.

“We are not even close to being done
discussing how the security works in regards to you.” I stepped up
behind her, bringing my hand up to her hair and grabbing a handful.
She inhaled deeply and flared her eyes up to mine in the mirror.
“And you are in so much trouble right now.” I tugged her head to
the side and bared her neck so I could get at it.

“Ahhhh,” she breathed heavier. “What are you
doing?”

I descended on her neck and dragged my lips
up the slim curve, nipping with my teeth. I bit just enough to get
some sounds out of her. She smelled so good the scent intoxicated
me to the point I was not going to maintain much control for
long.

“Not me. You’re going to be the one to say.
You’re going to tell me what to do, baby. What am I doing to you
first?” I kept one hand in her hair and brought the other one to
her flat stomach and splayed it out, pressing hard as I lowered it
down beneath the fine lace.

She squirmed but I held her tight, my middle
finger sliding right between her folds and over her clit. “This?” I
moved my finger back and forth, lubricating her, getting her good
and wet for me, but not penetrating. She would have to work for
it.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

I tugged her hair a little. “Wrong answer,
my beauty. You didn’t tell me what I’m doing to you yet. Now say,
‘Ethan, I want you to…’” I removed my hand from between her legs
and brought the finger that’d been sliding around her quim up to my
mouth. I sucked it clean with plenty of show. “Mmmmm, like spiced
honey.” I nipped at her neck again.

She was frustrated and hot and needy and I
was enjoying punishing her for what she’d done. She leaned into me
and squirmed her ass cheeks against my cock. I pulled my hips back
and laughed low at the sound of her protests when I did.

“Ethan…”

I clucked at her and tugged on her hair
again. “Such a defiant little thing today. I’m still waiting, baby.
Tell me what you want from me.” I brought my free hand down to her
ass and gripped the cheek roughly. “You started this little game
and you know it, so tell me what I’m going to do to you.” She
gasped when I dug my fingers in and tried to thrust back against my
cock again. “Nope. You’re not getting that until you ask nicely for
it.” I hauled my hand back and brought it down onto her ass with a
smack. She yelped and stiffened up on her toes, arching like the
beautiful goddess she was.

“Ethan, I want you…” she softened and tried
to turn her head against my chest.

“Mmmmm, so you liked getting smacked on your
gorgeous ass, yeah? Shall I give you another?” I whispered right up
against her ear. “You deserved that little spanking, baby. You know
you deserved it, and you still haven’t done as I’ve asked, you
naughty thing. Tell me what I’m going to do to you up against the
sink.”

She cried out a lovely, submissive sound
that had my heart pounding and my cock about to blow.

“Tell me!” I smacked her ass again, holding
my breath as I waited for her response.

“Ahhh!” She rose up in an elegant arch and
opened her mouth in a gasp. I knew I’d won, I knew she’d tell me,
and the thrill was like nothing I’ve ever known when she said the
words. “Ethan, you’re going to fuck me up against the sink!”

“Bend over it and hold onto the edge,” I
ordered, backing off her to wait for her compliance. She trembled a
bit but got into position just like I’d told her to, looking so
sexed it was nearly impossible to wrap my brain around this mind
fuck we were indulging in, but man it felt too good to stop.

I shoved my fingers under the elastic of
that skimpy black lace and tore it down, pushing her legs apart as
she stepped out. I could smell the spice of her arousal, her need
for me, for what only I could give to her. I dragged the waist of
my joggers open and took cock in hand. I slid it over her wet cleft
and rubbed right on her clit but still no penetration. “Is this
what you’ve been wanting, my love?”

Brynne writhed her pussy over the bell end
and tried to get down on my cock. I gave her points for effort but
I was the one calling the shots and I needed more from her yet. My
girl had a little more work to do before she got her reward.

I returned to her hair and took another
handful, stretching her neck back elegantly. “Answer the question,
baby,” I said softly. Her beautiful throat moved beneath her
swallowing as we looked at each other in the mirror. The hair
pulling was a trigger for her. I never jerked hard enough to hurt,
just to maneuver her body and dominate during sex. It made her wild
and if she hadn’t got off on it I would never do it. I was all
about pleasing my girl.

“Yes, I want your cock, Ethan. I want you to
fuck me with it and make me come! Please!” She was trembling
against my body, absolutely simmering with heat.

I laughed and licked up her neck stretched
out for me. “Good girl. And what is the truth, baby?” I rubbed over
her very sensitive clit some more and waited, loving the taste of
her skin and the smell of arousal coming off her.

“The truth is…I’m yours, Ethan! Now please!”
she begged, filling my heart to bursting at the sound of those
words.

Absolute perfection
. “Yes you are,
and I aim to, baby. Pleasing you, pleases me.” I positioned the tip
and impaled myself as far as I could go. We both made cries when
our bodies connected.

I kept hold of that silky hair as I fucked
into her so I could see her lovely eyes through the mirror. That’s
my thing. I don’t know why, but with Brynne I need her eyes when we
fuck. I want to look into them and see every sensation, every
thrust and pull of our sexes grinding and gripping, driving us
forward toward the end, until we lose ourselves in a feeling that
can only arrive between the two of us together.

There’s a truth to looking into your lover’s
eyes when you come, and drowning in Brynne’s eyes when it happened
was a thing so powerfully connective, it bound me to her in a way
that meant something important and real. The intensity of what was
going on between us scared me actually. It made me extremely
vulnerable but it was too late now. I had already fallen.

Her inner muscles pulled in around me as she
contracted into orgasm, crying out my name and shuddering. I kept
pumping into her depths, feeling every clench and grab of her cunt
as I fed her my cock. She felt so good convulsing around my shaft
it made my eyes sting.

Brynne’s body was made for the act of sex,
but it was her that mattered. It was
her
that I loved. The
seconds just before I climaxed, I thrust into her as deep and as
far as I could and put my teeth down on her shoulder. She cried and
I registered the sound of her, but couldn’t know if it was from
pain or pleasure. I didn’t mean to hurt her but I was nearly out of
my mind in that instant, just wanting to hold onto her, keep her
with me, fill her up with my spunk, to make her mine.

As the stuff spilled out of me and up into
her, I told her again.

“I…love…you…”

I looked into her eyes, at the mirror when I
said it.

We didn’t make it to work anywhere close to
on time. Didn’t matter. Some things are more important. We were
both shattered from the sex and could barely stand after, so I
picked her up and took her into the shower with me. I washed her
all over and let her wash me. We didn’t talk. We just stared and
touched and kissed and thought. After the shower I wrapped her in a
towel and took her back to bed; it was only then, with her
stretched out beside me all soft and content, that we spoke about
things.

“It’s not safe for you to go out alone. You
can’t anymore. We don’t know the motives and I won’t risk you.” I
spoke soft but firm, I wasn’t budging on this point and it needed
to be said. “That’s it.”

“Really? It’s that bad?” She looked
surprised and then that fearful look I’d seen before appeared on
her face.

“It’s not known what’s going on in Oakley’s
camp or his opponent’s. We have to assume Oakley’s got his eye on
you, Brynne. He knows where you’ve been these years, where you
work, where you live, and probably your friends too. I need to have
a talk with Gabrielle and Clarkson soon. They should be briefed in
the event they are approached because of their connection to you.
Your friends know everything, right?”

She nodded sorrowfully. “I just don’t see
why people would want to hurt me. I didn’t do anything and I
certainly don’t want to bring up the past. I just want to forget it
ever happened! How is this my fault?”