Page 46 of Hell Bent (Portland Devils #5)

“Y-yes,” I said. “Yes.” And it all started again, and I started to climb again, too.

Until I felt the buzz.

Oh. Wow. I was squirming under him, panting, as he moved some sort of vibrator against me. And worse—it was the suction kind. The kind that made me crazy in about thirty seconds flat.

He took his hand away, but left the vibrator there. “Hold still,” he said in my ear. “Or you won’t get what you need.” And he took my wrist again, bent it behind my back, and I …

So this is what it means, I thought dimly, to get plowed. After that, I didn’t think at all, because he was going faster, and I was tightening up, trying to hold still, trying to keep that vibrator where it was. My wrist held tight. My hair held tight.

One second, I was thinking, I can’t do this. I can’t. I can’t. The next? I wasn’t thinking anything. I was gasping, the waves roaring through me, knocking me down. Taking me over. And Sebastian didn’t stop. He was still going, and so was I. Impossibly. You couldn’t feel this much.

“Fuck,” he was groaning. “Fuck. You’re too … you’re too …” He s eemed to grow bigger inside me, and then it was happening. He was knocking me over the edge again, but this time? He was coming with me, giving it to me so good. My head pulled back. My wrist held tight.

Dominated.

Sebastian

We lay on our backs, gasping for breath. I still had her wrist, because I was holding on.

She said, “Are you still … mad?”

I had to laugh. I was so breathless, it came out as more of a huff. “I can’t remember.”

“Mm.” She rolled over, got her mouth over mine, and kissed me long and deep.

“You are opening up new worlds. I’m just saying.

” Smiling into my eyes, then saying, “Oh! Ben. Breakfast.” Putting her forehead against mine, laughing silently.

“He’s going to be so traumatized. Come on. Let’s get dressed.”

I didn’t much want to get dressed. I didn’t much want to move. “Right,” I said, and pushed up to do it. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Your wrist? Inside you?”

She flexed the wrist. “No. You held tight, but you didn’t hurt. And you didn’t hurt me inside, either. But maybe not any harder than that, OK?”

“Right,” I said. “Got it. I’ll go easier next time. If I don’t? Speak up.” And thought, You fool. You fool. This is how you show her she matters to you?

“Can I ask?” She was pulling on clothes as she talked. Pale-blue underwear, and that thin, stretchy bra to match.

I focused. I also reluctantly pulled on my own underwear, found a pair of jeans. “I’m scared to hear,” I said. “But ask anyway. ”

She was getting into yoga pants now, and just the sight of that ass wriggling to get those pants up was distracting me as she said, “Is this your normal repertoire? I mean, is this the way you normally like?”

“Uh …” How did you answer that? “Not necessarily. It’s just that you?—”

“That I what?” She had a T-shirt held overhead, but turned her head to look at me out of those huge princess eyes. Such a soft, pretty face, and that steel-trap mind beneath it.

“That you make me want to do it,” I admitted. “The way you are. I told you, a dominance struggle works for me. And I can’t be rough or go too hard, so …” I shrugged and pulled on my own T-shirt. “But if it’s too much, I’ll tone it down.” I didn’t want to say that part, but I knew I had to.

“I’ll take that under advisement,” she said, cool and cheery as you like. “And don’t you think it’s time to tell me why on earth you would’ve been mad at me?”

I had to laugh. I sank down on the bed, ran a hand over my unshaven jaw, and said, “I’m not positive, but I’m thinking it’s that you don’t need me enough. Sounds stupid, but that’s probably why I?—”

“Had to make me beg,” she suggested, sitting down beside me and taking my hand.

“Well, yeah, if you put it like that. You went for a run and didn’t wake me up. Took my grocery list.”

“Taking your grocery list is a capital offense? Honestly? That’s the stupidest reason I’ve ever heard.”

“Hey.” I did my best to glare at her. “Here I am, being honest.”

“Yes, about being stupid.” She took my head in her hands and kissed my mouth. “You want me to wake you up next time and ask if you want to do the run too? I thought you were tired after your game and needed to sleep. ”

“I could want to,” I admitted. “But I’d like you to ask me. Unless you need alone time or something, of course.”

“This equality thing’s a bitch, huh?” She grinned, and I grinned back and said sheepishly, “Well, yeah. At times. Also, you didn’t tell me it was your birthday.”

“How do you know that?” A frown on her face now.

“Not from anything nefarious. It was Ben. You showed your license to somebody at the grocery store, and she commented.”

“Wow. He really is your nephew. How on earth did he remember that? So me not telling you about my birthday made you mad? Sorry, but that’s another stupid one. I didn’t want you to think you had to do something for me!”

I stood up and did the thing I’d done before. Put my palms on the wall and banged my head a few times. She started laughing but still looked confused, so I said, “Could you please accept that I want to do something for you? Look at what you’ve done for me. I’m not what’s-his-name.”

“Oh, low blow. If you mean Ned.” She was looking a little annoyed for the first time. By that, but not by anything else? Why?

“Yes,” I said. “Ned. Who sat back and let you do it all. Decide everything. Fix everything. Take responsibility for everything.”

“You met the guy once. For about five minutes.”

“And am I wrong?”

She thought about it. “Probably not.”

“There you go. Are we done having a talk? Because it is your birthday, and I have some questions.”

“What kinds of questions?” She was still looking suspicious.

“First: Do you want to go out with other people tonight, or just you and me? We’re invited to dinner with Harlan and Jennifer and Owen. Maybe some other people too, but if you’d rather do something more intimate …”

“Oh, I get to choose this?”

“Of course you do. What have I just been saying?”

“Then—OK. Here’s what I want. I want to spend the day with you and Ben, and then going out with other people sounds fun. But after that, I want …” She stopped.

“What?” My heart was pounding a little. Why?

“I want to go back to my trailer, now that Ben knows he doesn’t like peaty Scotch, and have birthday sex.”

“Excuse me? What did I just do?”

She laughed. “No, but— you know. The kind where I get to make noise.” Her color was a little high, I thought.

“I don’t have any close neighbors now, not in winter.

If you can do it more than once a day, that is.

If not, no worries, but you seem like you know a lot of exciting positions, and I’d like to try some of them in a fully adult environment. Maybe with?—”

“With what?” How had I found this woman? “And of course I can do it more than once a day. What, I need Viagra? I’m thirty-one years old. But wait. Maybe with what?”

“With toys,” she admitted, turning pinker still. “If you have toys. Ned wasn’t very interested, OK? And as we know, I have limitations. But I’d like to at least try.”

“Right,” I said. “Right.” I couldn’t have stopped grinning if I’d tried. “That sounds like a birthday I can manage. Let’s go eat your birthday breakfast. Which I should’ve provided.” I gave her a careful little slap on the ass. “Another grievance to store up for tonight.”

This was going to be interesting, being dominant but still gentle enough not to hurt her. Good thing I had a whole day to figure out how.