Read Forty-Eight Hour Burn Online
Authors: Tonya Ramagos
“Jesus,” Georgia whispered as his words sent fingers of electric heat slicing from her breasts to her pussy.
He lifted a brow. “That romantic enough for you?”
Georgia swallowed. “You certainly have a way with words.”
His lips twitched, but his tone held no inflection of amusement. “Do it.”
“I would rather you do it for me.”
“I’m sure we both would.”
It surprised her that he admitted that. “Then why torture us both?”
“Because my hands aren’t clean enough to touch you right now.” He shoved his fingers knuckle-deep in his pockets and rocked back on the heels of his boots. “And because I want to watch you.” Hunger blazed in his expression. His tone lost all semblance of sweetness as he issued his order a third time. “Take this, and insert it in your pretty pussy.”
Georgia took the egg-shaped object from him with fingers that shook from desire as much as nervousness. Her channel ached with a burn so acute she wondered she didn’t burst into flames. Using the wall behind her to support her weight, she spread her legs, touched the tip of the egg to her thigh, and slowly painted an invisible path to her sex.
“Georgia.” The warning in his tone sent a splinter of triumph through her. She dropped her gaze and bit back a smile. Her attention landed on the distinctive outline of his cock, enormous and perfect, beneath the denim of his Levi’s. She wanted to do all sorts of things to his hard, tough body, to that delicious, thick cock.
She drew in a breath as she slipped the cool plastic egg between her sopping pussy lips. Her clit pulsed as the tip grazed over the sensitive flesh. Her opening greedily took the invasion of the oval toy, her inner muscles closing around the unforgiving shell to securely lodge it in place with little worry of it slipping out.
“Goddamn,” he breathed.
Her thighs quivered, and she let herself rest on the wall a moment longer, her body adjusting to the fullness of the toy before she pulled her feet together and stood straight.
“How does it feel?”
“Not as good as your cock will.”
That got her a soft chuckle from him. “I should hope not. The day I can’t compare to a toy, darlin’, is the day you might as well slice it off.”
She winced. “Ouch.”
“Tell me about it. Where are your keys?”
She grabbed them from the foyer table beside her and dangled them in the air between them. “I packed a small overnight bag. If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll go get it out of my bedroom.”
“You won’t need it.”
“Oh.” He really did intend to keep her naked until morning. The naughty idea of it stirred a primal hunger for endless passion and debilitating pleasure in her womb.
“Listen to me, Georgia.” Sternness settled in his expression as he closed the minute distance between them. His tone held a softness that mingled with the authority in a way she never thought to hear. “You walk out that door, and you’re mine for the next twenty-four hours, mine and Randy’s. Anything we say, anything we do, and anything we want.”
Sweet Jesus
. Georgia’s muscles weakened as his words did funny things to her insides. She should slap him for his arrogance. She should run screaming with sheer fear. Instead, she rose to her tiptoes, putting them almost nose to nose. “If you’re attempting to frighten me, Gavin, try harder.”
“The only promise I’m making is not to hurt you in any way that doesn’t render you mindless from pleasure.”
“The only promise I’m making is to enjoy every second of the next twenty-four hours.”
He flattened his hands on the wall on either side of her head, his face so close to hers that she felt the warmth of his breath fan her lips. “Second thoughts aren’t an option. Once you step out that door, there’s no coming back.”
“Do I look like I’m having second thoughts?” She could barely entertain a first thought with his mouth a tongue’s reach from hers. Brazenly, she licked the outline of his lips, committing to memory their shape with the tip of her tongue.
His lips didn’t part. He didn’t move, but for his gaze that danced with hers. A flash of amusement and a keen awareness swam in the desire-darkened depths of his eyes. “You look like a woman who’s in need of discipline. You have a lot to learn about me, darlin’.”
She knew enough about him to understand when she left her house with him, he expected her to submit to his every desire. She burned to do exactly that, to follow his order, to do anything he bid, to give him anything he wanted. Then, she would take what she wanted in return.
“Then I suppose you better start teaching. You’re wasting valuable time standing here, cowboy.”
Gavin stared at her for so long she started to squirm beneath the intensity of the look. Then, he shook his head, stepped back, and gestured for her to lead the way through the door. “Valuable time, indeed,” he chuckled and followed her out.
Chapter Two
Randy sat in the truck, tapping a steady beat to Blake Shelton’s
Hillbilly Bone
on the dashboard when Georgia came out of her house with Gavin close at her heels. The devil of all fears died a quick death, leaving an utter stupidity in its place. He feared she wouldn’t follow through with the little signal she gave them last night. His balls tightened at the knowledge that he’d been wrong.
“Let the loving games begin.” The foolish relief spread his lips in a wide grin that slowly faded as he studied her.
He tipped back the brim of his cowboy hat to get a better look as he peered through the windshield. She moved stiffly toward the truck as if each step were somehow difficult or uncomfortable. What the hell happened between last night and this morning?
Gavin opened the driver’s door, cupping her elbow in his hand as he helped her inside. She slid gingerly across the bench seat toward Randy.
“Good morning.” She tried to smile, but something dimmed its usual cock-stroking wattage. Nerves? Pain? Damn it, what happened to her?
“Hey there, sweet thing.” Randy rested his elbow on the back of the seat, finding the silken strands of her hair with his fingers to toy and twist. He couldn’t wait to feel that silk cascading over his thighs as she took his throbbing erection in her adorable, little mouth. But first, he needed to figure out what bothered her. “Glad you could join us today. Are you…” okay, he started to ask, but caught sight of the little rectangular box Gavin held out for him.
“I thought you might want to get started while I drive,” Gavin said mildly.
Randy didn’t miss the way Georgia couldn’t seem to look away from the control as he took possession of it. With the mystery of her stiff movements solved, he relaxed. “Don’t mind if I do.”
He waited as Gavin backed the truck out of the drive, watching Georgia as she watched him. He purposely caressed the control in his fingers, but didn’t turn it on. Each time his fingertip neared the on button he heard Georgia suck in a slow breath.
“You’re wound mighty tight.” He grazed the backs of his fingers down her bare shoulder. Her skin felt as creamy as it looked, soft and sensual like the woman it covered. “Relax, sweetheart.”
“I’m not tense,” she countered far too quickly for believability. She was strung so tight he could strum her like a box guitar.
“Do you know what this does?” When she nodded in answer, he asked, “Why don’t you tell me? I’m not sure I do.”
Georgia made a raspberry sound at that. “Please, you know exactly what it does.”
“The please is nice. It’s not exactly in the context I plan to hear it from you, but we’ll get to that in a bit. The rest, well, whether I do or I don’t is irrelevant. I asked you to tell me.”
She glanced at him, a tinge of red rising to color her cheeks. It didn’t take much to turn her sweetly pale complexion the tempting color of a delicate rose. He couldn’t wait to see her lovely ass the same color that washed into her face.
“It controls the vibrator in my pussy.”
Christ, hearing her make such a simple statement shouldn’t sound so damned sexy, but it did. Her words lassoed his cock and squeezed tightly enough to make his balls sting. “Do you want me to turn it on?”
Her tongue slid along her bottom lip, and his cock turned to stone behind the zipper of his jeans. “I think so.”
“You
think
so?” He wanted her to
know
so. Gavin didn’t tell him exactly what his plans were for the day, but Randy had a few plans of his own. Making sure Georgia felt comfortable expressing exactly what she wanted, no matter what it turned out to be, topped his list.
“Come here.” He pulled her into his lap, careful not to jar her sex and push the egg too deeply inside her. When something went deep enough to pierce her tight womb, he wanted it to be his cock, not some friggin’ toy. Able to reach her better now, he delved his free hand between the folds of her dress, pulling it open and bearing her breasts.
“Randy!” Her gasp turned to a moan as he caught her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a little twist.
“Yes, sweet thing?” He gave her other nipple the same treatment, biting back a moan of his own when she squirmed, her delectable ass grinding on his rigid cock.
“We’re in the truck. What if someone sees?”
“What if they do?” He cupped her breast in his palm and lifted it, dipping his head to take the nipple between his teeth for a tender nip.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Gavin whispered.
“It tastes hotter,” Randy said around the hardened point.
“I can make sure someone sees,” Gavin offered. “We could go for a spin through town rather than keeping to the back roads.”
Randy expected Georgia to protest. When she didn’t, he lifted his head to study her. “You don’t really care who sees, do you? You want people to see me having my way with these beautiful tits of yours.”
“I want you to turn on the vibrator inside me.”
Bingo
. Randy let himself grin as he repositioned the controller in his hand. “That’s all you had to say.” He pushed the button, adjusting the vibration to start on its lowest setting. A soft hum filled the cab of the truck.
“Ooh. Ahh.” Georgia’s head fell back to rest against the window, her eyes closing as the toy worked her channel in an easy rhythm.
She looked, Randy decided, more beautiful than she ever had in his fantasies with her head slung back, her dress open, and breasts free. He wanted to be that egg inside her, to feel her inner muscles as they convulsed around his throbbing shaft.
He increased the vibrations and felt his jeans grow damp to the left of his zipper. Not from his own pre-cum. No, those were her juices that wet his pants. “Are you creaming, Georgia?”
“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate to answer, drawing out the sound like a snake ready to strike.
“You can’t come.”
Her head came up at Gavin’s words, and her eyes widened. “But…”
“It’s all about control,” Gavin cut her off. “Consider this your first lesson.”
Georgia’s gaze snapped to Randy as if she expected him to say something to help her out. He helped her out, all right. He pushed the vibrations up another notch.
She caught hold of the dash with one hand, her other digging into his shoulder as a mewling sound rumbled from her lovely throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, intense concentration taking over her expression. Randy knew she fought with all her might not to come. It was a battle he felt certain she would lose the first time around.
He shot a glance at Gavin, saw the other man’s knuckles had grown white from his tight grip on the steering wheel. Watching Georgia’s pleasure, hearing it, drove Gavin as insane as it did Randy.
In his lap, Georgia squirmed, her breath coming in short bursts as the moans escaped her sultry lips. She was so close to release. Randy knew women, could sense by their movements and sounds when they were but a breath away from coming.
He turned off the egg. Her head jerked up again so fast she nearly caught him in the chin.
“No!”
“No.” He repeated and lifted a brow.
“I was…” She began, but Gavin cut her off again.
“About to come without permission, weren’t you?”
“You’re being unfair.” Her protest sounded half plea and half venom.
“Darlin’, you really don’t want us to show you how unfair we can be.” Gavin steered the truck onto another road, still not looking at her. Randy never knew the other man to be so close to a loss of control, but damned if he didn’t get the impression Gavin was struggling hard not to burst.
“I don’t know.” Randy fingered the control box, drawing Georgia’s attention and watching as the expectance formed in tiny beads of sweat on her forehead. “She might find pleasure in our unfairness. How about we test the theory?” He pushed the button, ramping the vibrations to their highest setting and eliciting a wickedly sinful cry from her throat. She sounded so freakin’ sexy he nearly came along with her.
And she did come. He couldn’t mistake the jerking of her body coupled with the death-grip on his shoulder and the panting that followed. He waited for her to go limp against him before silencing the egg. Then, he hooked a finger beneath her chin and tugged her face up to meet his gaze.