The Bad Boys of Eden (113 page)

"It's okay, Dex. We had that talk, remember?" The breathless tone of her voice threatened his resolve. There was nothing more that he liked than a woman on edge. "I have protection and no chance of disease."

Yes, they'd gone over this during their initial negotiation but that didn't mean it made breaking the rules okay. She'd just given him a gift she wasn't allowed to give or take back.

"Dammit, Bonnie." He shifted position, rolling to the side with her under him without losing their connection. Her rosy flushed face and harsh breathing turned him the hell on, as did the fact that he was inside the women he wanted more than any other bareback. A little anger washed through the pleasure starting to overtake him. Tonight was supposed to be the end. He needed to get his life back to some semblance of normal. But this sub— she was too much and not enough at the same time. Would tonight really be the end?

“Dex?” He snapped his gaze to her and saw the unspoken question. He’d gotten lost in his thoughts.

“Feeling needy, Bonnie girl?”

“Always, Sir. It’s what you do to me.”

He wasn’t so sure about the always, but he wasn’t one to ever disappoint a sub. Dex let go of the restraint holding him back and rode her hard, establishing a rhythm that both stretched and stroked her to the edge of her peak. Lost in sensation, all he could do was watch the rise and fall of her emotions as they crossed her face. She whimpered and cried and he went crazy.

“Oh God. Please, Sir.”

“I love when you beg me, my girl. Now be a good little sub and wrap your arms around my neck.”

She did as he asked and twined around him. He shifted his hips to get better traction and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He gripped her hips so hard he felt bone and she moaned. She was again lost in the pleasure and the addition of some pain seemed to push her to another level.

“Dex.” She wrapped her legs around his hips with a cry. With every flutter of her muscles around him, he was reminded she was close.

“Hold it, baby. You can do it.”

“I can’t,” she said, whining.

He understood how she felt. The idea of coming inside her was making him crazy. He had a feeling he was in waters no man had ever chartered with her before. He’d mark her so completely from the inside out, she’d never forget him. She was his.

He made them both wait for a few more excruciating minutes as every sensation escalated beyond belief.

Gritting his teeth he tried to hold it and couldn’t. “Fuck, Bonnie. Come for me now.” He lifted on his knees and shoved their bodies together as they exploded. He pounded through the never-ending climax while Bonnie shredded his back with her small but fierce nails. Finally.

Her body shook underneath him and Dex wanted to howl at the fucking moon. He shifted his hands from her hips to her shoulders and pulled her tighter with the full weight of his body pressing her into the sofa. If she wanted him to hold her this is how he’d do it. With his dick buried inside her and her beautiful body marked as thoroughly as any man can mark a woman.

Chapter Four

Bonnie tried to take a deep breath and couldn’t. The crushing weight of Dex pinned her to the couch. Yet somehow, those limitations made something in her brain click. This had been no ordinary scene between a Dom and a sub. He’d asked her for so much more and she’d given it in more ways than one. In a way, this surrender felt more complete than anything she’d ever experienced. Dex had pushed and pushed and pushed some more until finally she let go of all the restrictions she’d put on herself and—her heart skipped a beat.

Oh God. He’d asked for her total and complete submission and for the first time in her life, she’d given it. No hesitation, no holding back and no cautious baby steps marred by the past. She’d jumped off the ledge for him, not even questioning whether he’d catch her or not.

Dex lifted onto his arms, removing some of the weight crushing down on her, although as far as her heart and mind were concerned, there was no less pressure. He swiped the hair from her face. Their bodies were still slick with cooling sweat and her breathing had yet to return to full normal.

“We should get out of here and go home,” he said.

She nodded. He was—
Wait? What?

The knot of nerves already settling in her stomach turned to cold, hard stone as the full realization of what he meant hit her mind. She’d let her guard down enough to entertain fancy thoughts of their relationship becoming more than a once a month stand. The one thing she swore she’d never do with him.

He pulled from the clasp of her body and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. Now he was extricating himself in more ways than one. That stone in her gut turned to nausea. Her promise to be less naive and savvier about future relationships had been an idiotic ideal crafted by a stupid girl. When exactly would she ever grow up?

She sat up and wrapped the blanket around her chilled body. It would be so easy to break down and cry right now. He’d think it was the normal emotional response from a girl like her and he’d be right. But she didn’t want to be that girl anymore. If she’d learned nothing else from her time with Dex, she was confident she’d changed. What she had with Jim was over and she never wanted that kind of relationship again. It had been the right thing at the right time, but no longer.

Submission meant so many different things and her life was finally evolving. If Dex wasn’t the right man for her, it didn’t mean anything. There were many others.

The moment the water turned off, Bonnie made her decision. She stood and secured the blanket around her shoulders, stiffened her spine and walked out the door, leaving everything behind. She had plenty of clothes stashed in the employee lounge.

She hurried down the corridor before Dex could come after her. He was a bit of a stickler on aftercare, so he’d be pissed to find her gone. Rather than force some weird and uncomfortable confrontation, she chose escape. And as quickly as possible.

“Bonnie?”

She squeezed her eyes at the sound of her boss’s voice. More than anything she didn’t want to talk to him, but if she tried to ignore him there’d be more at stake than her job. Coming to an abrupt halt, she compromised and kept her back to his too intuitive gaze.

“Gabe. Sir.” Protocol required she address him formally when in this area of the club. He was technically not her boss here, but he was a Dom and she was a submissive. Insubordinate subs who knew better were dealt with harshly.

“Are you all right?”

His voice had softened with sympathy and her stomach twisted tighter. She needed no pity. “Yes, Sir. The scene with Dex just ended and I’m heading home now.” She tried valiantly to keep the quiver from her voice and only hoped he wouldn’t pry deeper. She couldn’t take the third-degree tonight.

“There will be a car waiting out front for you. Take it.”

Everything in her wanted to refuse. But she needed to get the hell out of here now and arguing with the head Dom wasn’t going to help her cause. Dex would be on her any second.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She offered a small curtsy and took off at a speed just shy of a run. She had to get out now before she changed her mind and ran back into the private room to throw herself at the mercy of a man who didn’t really want her.

She rushed into the ladies only employee room, threw on the first outfit she found and then headed out the side door where she had no doubt a driver waited to take her home. He would already have been given her home address and there would be no need for small talk with a stranger. Her boss had a knack for those kinds of details.

She burst from the door, and sure enough, the black town car service Gabe always used sat at the curb with a driver standing next to the door waiting for her. With practiced ease, he opened the door and ushered her inside.

Immediately the heated leather seats enveloping her in warmth and safety. Bonnie sighed. She turned back to see Dex had not pursued her. That thrilled her. Right?

Bonnie turned away from the window and snuggled in for the thirty-minute commute to her apartment. If she fell asleep now she’d arrive home and be wide awake. But she needed something to drown out thoughts of Dex. She reached for the radio and that’s when she saw it. A thick gold envelope lying in a tray with her name written on it in a beautiful handwritten scrawl.

Curious, she snatched it from the tray and opened it, pulling a lone embossed card out of the envelope with the word “Eden” printed at the top.

Sit back and relax, Bonnie. Although things aren’t exactly as they seem, you are in good hands. This car is not taking you home but instead to the airport, where you will board a flight to an island paradise named Eden for an all-expenses paid and much needed vacation.

At Eden, you will have the time you need to reflect and consider all that has happened these last few months. You have a decision to make. Choose wisely, my dear. There is no need for regrets in life, but a wrong decision means missed opportunity. If and when you are ready, Eden will return you at the right moment. Trust your instincts and let go of your fear. Take a chance. It is the only way.

P.S. This is not optional.

The message abruptly ended and Bonnie flipped it over looking for more. No signature or any indication of who wrote it. What the hell? Not optional? What was that supposed to mean?

This couldn’t be right. Had to be some sort of mistake. Bonnie quickly rolled down the window between her and the driver. “Where are we going?” she asked.

“To the airport, ma’am,” he said.

“Who arranged for all this?” She held up the card.

The driver shrugged. “The only directions I received were to pick you up at Purgatory and deliver you to one of the private airstrips.”

“But I’m not packed for a trip. This is crazy.”

“I was told to expect questions and that all I needed to say was every detail has been accounted for.”

Bonnie slammed back on the seat and scrunched up her face. This had to be Gabe. Who else did she know with resources like this and the balls to practically kidnap her and force her on a vacation she didn’t want? Well, like it or not, he couldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to.

Although Gabe had to be the mastermind of this twist of events, her mind still went back to Dex. Hell, her body still hummed from their scene. Whatever he was to her at this point, she couldn’t deny the man’s talent. He had more than any man should and she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Bonnie slowly shook her head and closed her eyes against the memories. This wasn’t healthy.

She did need to take this vacation. Her thoughts of Dex were consuming her and the word obsession kept flitting through her mind. Suddenly thinking felt like too much work. Fatigue from the long night had set in and she wanted to curl up and go to sleep where she sat. Sure doubts plagued her about going along with this idiotic trip, but she was too tired to care at the moment. She trusted Gabe and the idea of not having to face Dex anytime soon kind of sounded perfect. He’d want her to talk about what happened between them and she just didn’t want to go there. If Gabe wanted to give her an excuse to avoid having to face anything too hard, then who was she to turn it down? And if he wasn’t going to let her go home and pack, then she’d be happy to send him a bill for everything she’d have to buy.

Satisfied with her decision to go with the flow and stop fighting everyone, Bonnie rolled her neck to stretch her muscles and relaxed against the soft leather seat. She’d never gone on a real vacation before. That kind of thing wasn’t in her budget. Dear God, let there be fruit drinks and an endless supply of books to read.

* * *

Dex leaned against the wall of the open play space and took a swig of the beer he’d been holding for quite a while. He’d left Bonnie alone too long while he worked to catch his breath and she’d disappeared. Never in his life had a woman challenged all of his control like she did. Damn sub. He couldn't get the image of their bodies joined out of his head, and how incredible the moment had been.

But as amazing as he felt, it all went to shit the minute he remembered walking out of the bathroom to find her gone. He'd thrown on his clothes and stormed down the hall with so much anger in him he was surprised he hadn't breathed fire. No submissive had ever walked away from one of his scenes before she'd been dismissed. Bonnie had more control than that and she damned well knew the protocols for that kind of shit. Next time they were together, she would have to be punished and it would be severe.

He stopped the bottle halfway to his mouth when he realized what he'd said. Next time. So much for his plan to end things after he fucked her. Although she'd sure have to wait a while before he'd be ready to scene with her again. At that moment, his body tightened and reminded him what a liar he was. His Bonnie sub drove him fucking wild even in his mind. She was probably all curled up in her bed comfy as could be while he wasted the rest of his night in Purgatory.

Disgusted, Dex slammed his beer onto the nearest cocktail table and shoved from the wall. Fuck this. Hanging out here wasn't going to improve his mood. He needed to do something creative with his hands that had nothing at all to do with spanking the generous white ass he couldn't get out of his mind. He was in serious danger of showing up at her apartment unannounced to exact the perfect punishment and then some.

Halfway down the stairs, he noticed Gabe standing at the bottom with his arms crossed over his chest. The expression on his face was damn neared unreadable but Dex knew Gabe well enough to know his night was about to go further down the shitter.

"What the hell happened tonight?"

Dex didn't bother pretending he didn't know what his boss was talking about. "That's between me and my sub."

"Your sub?"

"As long as I'm the only one she's fucking, then yeah, my sub."

Gabe stared at him with daggers in his eyes. A few minutes more and that look would probably burn holes into his skin. "My office."

"I'm on my way out. It's been a long night and I need to get out of here."

"I only need five minutes and it can't wait." As soon as he finished the sentence, Gabe turned and walked down the second floor corridor towards the private offices. Dex bristled at the treatment. A Dom was a Dom, but fucking A, he didn't need that Dom shit turned his way. And he sure as hell didn't need this job.

For a few seconds, he entertained ignoring Gabe's request and walking away, but curiosity won in the end. If Gabe had talked to Bonnie before she left, he wanted to hear what she said. Even if it was bullshit. He followed his friend down the hall and entered Gabe’s small but elegant office. There were three much larger offices on this floor but for some reason, his boss and friend, preferred the smallest. The others remained empty except for the perfectly placed office furniture. It was weird. Dex always got the feeling they were being reserved for something—or someone.

"Have a seat." Gabe nodded to one of the black leather chairs in front of his desk and then sat in a similar chair facing him from behind the desk. Again, Dex bristled at the setting. One of the many reasons he'd gone into business for himself was because he didn't do really well working for others. Since childhood, he'd hated being talked down to.

"You're starting to piss me off, Gabe. I don't want to have a seat and I'm definitely not in the mood for a lecture."

"Relax, that's not what this is about. I need a favor." He shuffled through some papers and pulled a manila folder from a pile. "I was asked for a favor from a group I shouldn't turn down, but I have some things going on here that require my immediate attention. I have no time to leave town."

Dex grabbed the offered folder and flipped it open. There wasn't much in it. An embossed invitation with the word Eden at the top. "What is this?"

"Exclusive island resort that caters in wish fulfillment. One of their specialties includes a state of the art dungeon that I understand is several notches above anything anyone has ever seen."

"Sounds out of my league." He closed the folder and tossed it back on Gabe's desk. He didn’t have the need or desire to hang out with a bunch of rich dudes who had more money than sense. "What does this have to do with me?"

"I need you to take my place. To turn down the invite would be an insult this club cannot afford."