STORY EXCERPT

“How do you intend to leave? Your car is shot. You’re afraid to take public transportation because you don’t want to leave a trail. Sound to me like you’re stranded, darlin’.”

Chelsea sipped her brandy, taking that precious moment to tighten her hold on her temper. The man had his nerve calling her stubborn when his head was made of pure granite. “So loan me your truck. I’ll drive it until I’m far enough away that I feel safe, go to the local police there, tell them everything, and have your truck delivered back to you.”

Braden slowly nodded. “Going to the police is the most sensible thing you’ve said all night. You’re still not leaving, though, and you’re certainly not borrowing my truck. What you are going to do is get some rest. One of us will be waking you up every hour or so, just a precaution after the mild concussion you’ve got. Justin Bryan and Ben Hoffman are officers these days. We’ll call them over later, and you can tell them everything you told us.”

Chelsea’s temper snapped. She slammed her glass on the table, fisted both hands on her hips, and glared at Braden through narrowed eyes. “What part of ‘I’m not staying’ do you not get?”

“Every word of it.”

“You’re exhausted, Sea.” Micah stood, moved behind her, and placed his wide hands on her slim shoulders.

His touch made her head spin. Intoxication swam through her blood that had nothing to do with the brandy she had drunk and everything to do with the fingers tenderly massaging her flesh. It was as if those fingers came equipped with tiny needles that penetrated her skin and injected her with a heavy dose of erotic desire.

“You couldn’t drive another mile right now if you had the transportation to do it. Take a few hours. Sleep. Clear your mind. When you wake up, you can talk to Justin and Ben.”

Chelsea whirled on him, letting her fear and anger control the show, forcing it to bury the needs steadily growing to monstrous proportions inside her. “They might find me in those few hours. Donnie knows where I’m from. It’ll be the first place he’ll check.”

“You don’t even know he’s after you, baby. You said yourself you aren’t even sure you were followed.”

“I’m not sure I wasn’t either. Damn it, Micah. I don’t want to be here.” The lie tasted bitter on her tongue. What she really didn’t want was to put him and Braden in any more danger than she already had. “You can’t make me stay.”

“The hell we can’t.”

Chelsea heard Braden’s statement a nanosecond before he yanked her off her feet. She yelped as he swept her into his arms and held her so tightly against the concrete wall of his chest that even oxygen couldn’t get between their bodies.

“What the? Braden Chandler, put me down this instant.” She kicked and bucked, slapped the front of his shoulder and immediately regretted that when her palm stung ferociously from the smack.

“I plan to,” he said through gritted teeth as he walked with purposeful strides out of the kitchen and up the stairs that would take them to the second floor. “As soon as I get to the bed.”

“I’m not going to bed.” Chelsea continued to fight, squirming and searching for any leverage she could find to break his embrace. If she managed to pull it off, she would end up with her ass on the floor, but at least she would be one step closer to being back on her own feet.

“You are if I have to tie you to the damn thing.” He stalked through an open doorway into a room lit by the early morning sunlight and tossed her with absolutely no finesse into the center of the largest bed she had ever seen. “Make sure she doesn’t get up.” He shot the order over his shoulder at Micah, who had obviously followed them up the stairs and stomped to the window, closing the curtains with a jerk that nearly brought the curtain rod down on his head.

Too bad it didn’t. Chelsea sat up in the center of the bed, her legs stretched flat, her upper body weight resting on her hands placed behind her, and glared at Braden. “You wouldn’t dare,” she seethed.

Braden turned to her, one brow winging up, the corner of his lips inching into a grin that sent arousal and panic surging through her system in equal doses. “Don’t push me, Sea.” He walked to the foot of the bed, reached down, and came up with something she couldn’t quite identify in each hand. “I have all the equipment I need to do it already in my hands.”

Chelsea knew she probably had the same look on her face as that poor deer she had hit with her car when it first caught sight of her headlights a nanosecond before she had slammed into him. Dear God, those were leather straps in his hands, no doubt somehow fastened to the bed frame beneath her.

“You move from that bed and, not only will I bind you to it, I’ll flip you over and spank that sexy ass of yours until you promise to never crawl out of that bed again.”

Chelsea’s jaw dropped, her ass cheeks sequencing at the threat, juices leaking from her pussy as her clit pulsed. Jumping jellybeans, he was serious. Her hands gave out, her upper body collapsing onto the bed as sheer shock and more erotic heat than she had ever experienced made her muscles weak.

ADULT EXCERPT

Chelsea moaned, her breath hitching as something satiny soft and blissfully warm swiped lightly over her clit. The sensation tingled down as the same something glided between her pussy lips with a mirroring featherlike caress before delving inside her channel. Her hips bucked, her eyes flying open as the object probed deep, slithered along the walls of her cunt, and drew back.

“Good morning.”

Braden’s lazy drawl drifted to her on a gentle breeze of mounting sensuality. She lifted her head off the pillow to find her legs draped over his broad shoulders. His hands were beneath her, gripping her ass, and a devilish grin spread his lips glistening with the moisture of her pussy.

She blinked at him, mortification slamming into her as every ounce of sleepiness morphed into lucid reality. “What are you doing?”

“Having breakfast.”

“Having—” She started to repeat his answer inanely but broke off when she attempted to move her arms and realized she couldn’t. She turned her head and saw he had bound her wrists with the leather straps attached to his headboard. Identical straps were fastened to her ankles at the ends of what appeared to be leather ropes that provided more slack than the wrist restraints. Slack Braden had tightened by placing her legs on his shoulders and lifting her ass into the air.

“You tied me down.” Sheer shock dissipated the mortification as she gaped at him, wide-eyed. “I didn’t get out of this bed when you threatened me the other day and I’m here this morning just like you told me to be and, yet, you did it anyway.”

“Yep.” His simple response had her temper boiling. “That way you couldn’t try to stop us from looking our fill at the body we’re intent on claiming. Nor did I want you keeping me from my breakfast. It’s been a long twenty-four hours, darlin’. I’m starving.”

He dipped his head, burying his face in her pussy again, and stole her breath right along with any words she might have said to that. The coarseness of his stubbled jaw grated lightly against her sensitive flesh as he drove his questing tongue into her opening and straight through her sanity.

Chelsea let her head fall back, closing her eyes as electricity sparked, exploded, and sizzled through her head. She closed her eyes as it rained down her body in a dazzling display of colorful pleasure that tore through her system. A whimper escaped her, morphing into a cry of sheer pain-laced pleasure as he pulled his tongue back, rolled one side of her labia between his lips, and nipped. The darkly erotic sensation leapt from her pussy to her breast as a quick dart of pained ecstasy shot through her nipple.

“Open your eyes, Sea.” Micah’s tone was husky and thick with his own arousal. “Keep them open. I want see what you’re feeling while he’s eating your cunt.”

Chelsea forced her eyes open and found Micah on his knees beside her on the bed. Braden and his actions between her legs had commanded so much of her attention she hadn’t realized Micah had crawled up beside her. She hadn’t felt him bend down to draw her nipple into his mouth until he latched onto the bud with his teeth and sent her senses screaming. Christ, how could she not have realized he was there?

“Help me.” The strangled plea rolled from her lips as raking fingers of fiery bliss continued to manipulate her essence. Braden’s tongue plunged inside her channel once more, settling into a rapid rhythm of fucking that drove her straight up orgasmic mountain.

Micah’s hands were on her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples to achingly solid points. “What do you want, Sea? Do you want us to stop?”

“No.” She said the word without a thought, her head lolling from side to side on its own accord as sexual confusion and stupendous awareness mixed a crazy concoction in her bloodstream.

“Then how can I help you, my love?”

Chelsea started to say she didn’t know. Dear God, she had been eaten out before, but it had never felt like this. Braden held her steady, imprisoned her lower body with his hands more effectively even than the bindings on her ankles, and dominated her very soul. His hand on her ass gripped tighter, spreading her cheeks as he slipped one finger of his other hand between them. The callused pad of the digit grazed over her anus, and she froze, no longer straining against her bindings, no longer thrashing from the intense pleasures that were driving her out of her mind.

Fear sliced from her ass to her head, the blazing heat inside her clashing with icy shards that threatened to shatter her even as needs darker and seedier than she had ever known mounted in her body.

“Braden!” Even as his name gushed from her throat, Micah’s attention to her breasts sent her senses whirling anew. His thumbs and fingers twisted her nipples in pressured squeezes that had her back coming off the mattress beneath her despite the bindings on her wrists holding her arms securely straight above her head. Lightning surges of painful pleasure bolted from her breasts to her pussy to her ass, only to retrace the path over and over again.

“What is it you want, Chelsea?” Micah’s tone held a tenderness his fingers did not as he worked her nipples and molded his wide hands to her breasts.”

“I. Don’t. Know.” Her struggle to breathe made each word a sentence of its own. “Too much. Don’t. Know. What. To. Do.”

“Enjoy it, love,” he said so compassionately it brought tears to her eyes. “Let yourself feel. Let yourself go. Let us take care of you.”