Relentless by Cheryl Douglas Read Free Book Online Page B

to bet you’ve done it before.” She tipped her head back. “But only with two women, huh?”
    He fisted his hands at his sides, clenching his jaw as he spit out the words, “I have no interest in sharing you with another guy tonight, if that’s what you’re gettin’ at.”
    She shrugged, looking as though she’d just proposed Sunday afternoon tea instead of no-holds-barred sex with not one, but two strange men. “You said anything goes. I just wanted to know if you were serious.”
    “Is this a fantasy you’re hell bent on livin’ out?” he asked, the question burning like acid on his tongue. Just the thought of sharing her with another man lit a fire in his belly that consumed the modicum of civility his old man had drilled into him the hard way.
    “It’s not the first time I’ve thought about it. Just haven’t met anyone who’s man enough to try it.”
    Her defiance was going to be the death of him. “I’m sick of talkin’,” he growled. He ripped his shirt open, buttons pinging off the ceramic tiles in the small foyer. He toed his boots off as her eyes followed his swift movements.
    She was getting nervous, apprehensive. She should be. She’d provoked him; now it was time for her to put up or shut up. “I, uh…”
    “What’s wrong, darlin’?” He reached for his belt buckle. “All out of smart-ass remarks?”
    She flattened her palm against his bare chest, taking a step back. “Maybe we should slow down.”
    “What if I don’t wanna slow down, sugar?” He took one, two, three steps forward, flattening her back against the door. “What if I wanna show you how a pro rides?”
    She swallowed convulsively, her hands wrapping around his wrists as he slid his heavy leather belt through the loops on his jeans. “I’m not sure…”
    He grinned, snapping the belt between his hands. “Wonderin’ what I’m gonna do with this?” He knew he was scaring her. What she didn’t know was that he’d take a lashing before he would hurt her. If she knew that, he’d be as vulnerable as she was. He’d learned one lesson in life through trial and error: never relinquish the upper hand.
    She pressed her hands into his chest. “Look, I’m not sure what your other girlfriends are into, but I like my pleasure straight up. I don’t need a shot of pain to get off.”
    He trailed his index finger down her cheek. Her skin was so soft, like velvet. It made him ache to caress the rest of her body. “Is that so? You ever tried it?”
    She shook her head.
    “How do you know you wouldn’t like it, then?” He had delivered a few well-placed smacks on the ass, at a woman’s prodding, but he didn’t get off on administering pain.
    She tipped her chin, looking him in the eye. “I’m not interested, period. You got a problem with that?”
    He loved that her sweet vulnerability was hidden behind a tough, confident exterior. It made her all the more appealing, knowing she wasn’t afraid to stand up to him. “I got no problem with that, sugar. I’m only interested in giving you pleasure. If that doesn’t do it for you, I’m cool with that.” He chuckled when she breathed a sigh of relief. “Tell me what you do want, sweetheart.”
    She glanced over his shoulder at the silk tie he’d discarded earlier. “I liked being tied up, but I want to touch you…” She slipped his shirt off, smiling. “You do have an amazing body, cowboy. Even better than I expected.”
    He grinned, reveling in the feel of her soft hands caressing his bare chest. “I could say the same, sugar.”
    “I meant it when I said I’ve thought about you a lot over the years.” A pretty pink blush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks. “You’re the one I think about when I’m…”
    He leaned in, feathering soft kisses against her jawline, cheekbone, and temple. “I know, sweetness. I thought about you too. I kept telling myself I was one sick bastard, you were too damn young, but…”
    She lifted her eyes to meet his.