I got back on my knees and caressed her thighs. “I’m glad you liked it. Are your arms okay?”

“Yeah.” Her eyes flicked to her bound wrists. “I want you to fuck me like this.”

I groaned and almost involuntarily, my hand went to my erection. I stroked myself a few times, just taking her in. Enjoying the sight of this beautiful woman tied up in my bed.

“Hell yes, I’ll fuck you like this.”

I paused to get a condom and roll it on. Fuck, this was going to be good. I positioned myself in front of her and pushed her legs open.

“You want this?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Fuck, Sky, I’m so hard for you.” I held my cock at the base and traced it up and down her very wet slit.

She whimpered.

I thrust in, groaning at the feel of her surrounding me. She was hot and tight. Absolutely perfect. With my hands on her thighs, I slid in and out, my eyes all over her. On her wrists, anchored to the headboard. Her tits, bouncing as I fucked her. The flush in her cheeks and the hard peaks of her nipples.

Our gazes met and something stirred in my chest. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were half-open, her lips parted. No fear or worry. Just trust and desire.

I leaned down to kiss her mouth, losing myself in her. In her taste and her scent. Thrusting hard, I drove into her, pressure building fast. My tongue lapped against hers and I groaned as I sank myself deep inside.

No one had ever felt this good before. It was like we fit each other perfectly.

She pulled her knees toward her shoulders and I braced myself on the headboard so I could fuck her harder. I couldn’t get enough. I was an animal, growling and grunting, my muscles clenched tight.

The bed banged against the wall but I didn’t let up. I plunged in and out, burying myself in her, over and over. Her arms strained against the ropes and every noise she made sent jolts of heat through my veins. The tension in my groin built, spreading through my entire body.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

No chance of that. I fucked her relentlessly, driving in deep. Her pussy tightened around me and I groaned hard.

Still gripping the headboard, I thrust again. My back clenched and the pressure in my groin intensified, white-hot tension overtaking me. She moaned as she started to come again, the pulses of her inner walls rippling through me.

In a rush of pleasure, I came unglued.

I groaned as I came, my eyes rolling back. My climax swept through me, my dick throbbing inside her. I sank my cock in deep, burying myself in her as I rode out the last waves of my orgasm.

Fuck, she felt so good.

Coming back to reality, I opened my eyes. Skylar blinked at me, her cheeks flushed the sexiest shade of pink.

“Don’t move.” I winked at her and she laughed softly.

“I don’t think I could even if I wasn’t tied up.”

I got up to quickly deal with the condom, then came back and untied her.

She rolled her wrists. I settled in next to her and took one of her hands, bringing it close so I could kiss her reddened skin.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it doesn’t hurt.”

I kept kissing her, turning her arm so I could press my lips to the soft skin on the inside of her wrist. When I’d thoroughly babied one wrist, I took the other and did the same, kissing her gently.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Aren’t you glad you trusted me?”

“So glad. Your brothers aren’t home, are they?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Good. I’ll be right back.”

She got up and went to the bathroom, then came back a couple of minutes later. I reached for her and she crawled back into bed with me.

I drew the covers up over us and took a contented breath as she rested her head on my shoulder. I felt awesome. Sex with Sky was always great, but something about today had been especially fantastic. Maybe it had been the novelty of tying her up. Or maybe I was still high on the rush of the river plunge.

Or maybe it was just her.

Something about that unsettled me. Cut through the post-orgasm glow. There was another feeling worming its way through my chest. Something I didn’t recognize. Whatever it was, it made me want to hold her tighter. I rested my cheek on her head, trying to push it aside, and just enjoy the feeling of her in my arms, her warm body pressed against mine.

She lifted herself up, resting her head in her hand. “I should probably get going.”

Damn, that was disappointing. “Oh, okay. Do you have something else going on today?”

“No, I just need to get some writing done. The book is coming along, but I hit a snag.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

She smiled. “You’ve already done so much. I don’t know if I would have written anything without you helping me get started. But I think I just need to push through. It’s not so much that I’m blocked, I’m just struggling a bit with how to make this section of the story work. It’s like I can’t quite picture it.”

I touched her face and tucked her hair behind her ear. “All right. I can take you home.”

“Thanks.”

She got up to get dressed and I tamped down the flare of disappointment. And there was that feeling again. Was I worried about her? I didn’t know why I would be. She was writing again, which was great for her. And we were totally cool. We had fun together—fun of various kinds. We’d just had some epic sex. What could possibly be wrong with any of that?

Maybe I was just hungry or something. That didn’t really ring true, but I didn’t know what else it could be.

I got up and got dressed, thinking about Skylar’s writing snag. I’d just had another idea. It wasn’t as good as tying her to my headboard—what would be, honestly—but it was pretty fucking awesome.

Two kick ass ideas in one day. It was good to be back.

30

Skylar

The house was quiet when I got up. I stretched my arms overhead and took a deep breath. The redness around my wrists had faded quickly, but I was still pleasantly sore between my legs. That was a first for me. I’d never been fucked so hard I could actually feel it the next day. In fact, I’d always thought that was a myth.

Not so when you’d been tied to a bed by Gavin Bailey.

That had also been a first. I didn’t want to compare Gavin to Cullen—especially because I wasn’t actually dating Gavin—but it was hard not to. Cullen had never even suggested something like rope in the bedroom. Not that I would have gone for it—not with him. Which was an eye-opening realization. I never would have trusted Cullen enough to be that vulnerable with him.

With Gavin, it was so easy.

It had been exhilarating and fun. I’d loved the feeling of being in his control. It had been different, and even though different often gave me anxiety, it hadn’t.

I went down the hall to use the bathroom and my mom’s bedroom door caught my eye. It was open. I paused and glanced in. The bed was made already. That was odd. Unlike me, Mom wasn’t a morning person. I was usually up before her.

Had she even slept there last night?

She and my dad had both been home yesterday evening. I’d gone up to my room early, and as far as I knew, neither of them had left.