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“Breathe.” I’m grinning when I make the helpful suggestion and clip on the other one. “You’ve worn them before.”

“Ouch! Oh my God!”

She’s arched her back as if to get away from the feeling. I smooth my hand up and down her back, repeating my instruction that she should draw in air. She does, and a delightful shudder goes through her, playing hell with my cock.

“How are you feeling?” I check in.

“Like I want you to fucking move.”

Laughing out loud this time, I do oblige her. Starting with a fresh thrust in, pulling out, then pressing in. Each time I slide out, her tight cunt feels like a vacuum trying to draw me back. Suddenly this position is not good enough. I want to see her red nipples adorned with the clamps. She objects when I pull out, but I’ve soon turned her over and am back inside, my arms hooked under her legs, and her ass resting against my thighs. With each renewed thrust, her breasts jiggle, making those clamps bounce.

Our eyes meet as I start hammering inside her. Our gaze fixed, hers only breaking when she suddenly tenses and screams. The rippling of her muscles makes it hard for me not to give in and follow her over. But I pride myself on giving the woman I’m with a good time, and she’s got another orgasm or two in her.

I slow my pace, waiting until she’s ready to start building again, then fasten. This time, just as she’s at the point when she begins to tense, I reach forward and remove those clamps.

She gives out a piercing scream and her body convulses from the joint assault of both pleasure and pain at the same time.

The sight of those cherry red swollen nipples and the feel of them under my hands as I try to soothe them makes me lose it myself, and I come hard. So fucking hard I see stars.

Has it ever felt this good before?If it has, I don’t remember.

Slipping out, I roll over onto my back, pulling her to me, loving the feel of this woman in my arms. We fit, like I have with no other.

Big men often say they like a small woman they can feel protective over, that’s certainly true of Pyro and Mel. For some reason that’s never appealed to me. Someone by my side literally sharing my view of the world, I find far more alluring. Someone I don’t fear will break when I manhandle her. Someone who can take what I want to dish out, well, within reason of course. I risk a glance at her face, her eyes are half-closed, but she’s smiling. Seems she’s got no objections to the way she’s just been fucked.

I’m driven to check. “Beth. I’m dominant. I can’t help it. Was it too much?”

She turns, and her eyes rest on mine, and her lips curve. “Not enough. Can we try that again?”

I laugh and do my best to oblige.

Chapter Fourteen

Ink

We make love again, this time more gently, and then predictably a third condom wrapper hits the bin. She’s fucking close to perfection, and it hits me I don’t want to see her leave in the morning.

Without stopping to analyse the reason, I ask her, “Want to hang around here tomorrow?”

Her brow creases. “Not much point now my riding lesson is cancelled. Maybe it’s for the best if I’m at home in case Connor comes around.”

I’ve never asked a woman to hang out with me before and it irks me she seems to be slapping me down. It isn’t just my cock she’s after, is it? I frown. Would be turning the tables for her to just want some dick. Nah, can’t be that, surely?

“What’s up?”

I decide not to go there, talking about feelings isn’t my thing, asking instead, “Has your brother been in touch?”

“No, but that doesn’t mean he won’t just turn up.” I might not like discussing my thoughts, but it seems she’s fine sharing hers. “I’m worried, Ink. I don’t know him anymore. Sure, him doing business in Pueblo and needing a base isn’t too much of a stretch, but Mom’s right to be suspicious about what he might intend to use the house for. Even him coming or going at all hours would be disruptive. He’s a virtual stranger nowadays, and it feels like he’s exploiting his relationship to us.”

“What kind of shit is he into?”

Her head moves to one side then to the other. “I’m not sure, which is why I’m worried. Not doing an honest day’s work, that’s for certain. Anything where there’s easy money to be had, I suspect. You’ve seen him, Ink. He’s big, threatening looking. Wasn’t shy of using his fists. So I wouldn’t be surprised to find Phil running a protection racket, and Connor being the muscle to collect.”

“But you don’t know.”

“I don’t know.”

My brow creases.Couldn’t be, could it?A new business venture in Pueblo? As casually as I can, I ask her, “Connor ever have anything to do with drugs?”

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