Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse #3) Read online

  Yeah, that was a good night.

  I’m hoping tonight will be better.

  As I take in Rand, I see he’s wearing the same clothes he had on at the tattoo shop today. Faded jeans with a small rip in one knee, a thick, black leather belt, and a black Rage Against The Machine t-shirt that fits his chest extraordinarily well. His blond hair falls across his forehead and he pushes it back in what I recognize as a habit now, causing me to smile.

  He’s talking to a woman, and I take a moment to size her up. I don’t think I’ve seen her in here before, but honestly, I don’t pay much attention to the women. I like cock, so the women never interested me much. Although one time, Bridger strapped me to the St. Andrew’s cross and invited people to come in and eat my pussy. A procession of men took up his challenge, except one lone woman who came in as well. I don’t remember much about her other than her lips were so soft, and frankly, she worked my clit better than any man ever has before. I’m going to have to assume she was a lesbian and damn… she really knew what she was doing.

  The woman Rand is talking to is pretty. Very pretty, actually, with caramel-colored hair streaked with golden highlights. Her skin is tanned and she looks to be about my age. I immediately figure either she’s a bartender from The Wicked Horse with a limited membership here, or she’s a lot like me… here with a rich sugar daddy of some sort.

  Rand doesn’t look away from her. He seems to be totally interested in what she’s saying, which I can tell is something flirty by the way she’s standing in close to him and holding her drink so that her cleavage is squeezed for maximum display. She even leans in closer, goes up on tiptoes, and whispers something in his ear while resting a hand on his chest. My fingers curl inward, balling to tight fists when I see his hand drop to her hip. His fingers splay wide and while he does nothing more than grip her there, he does nothing to dissuade her from stepping in closer until her breasts brush against him.

  I don’t hesitate a second. I walk through the minglers, sidestepping and nodding greetings here and there. I’m well known and get smiles from everyone. When I reach Rand and the woman I don’t know, he turns to look at me, his eyebrows rising first in surprise, then with a welcome smile on his lips. His eyes roam down my body, lighting up with appreciation. It makes me immensely happy to see his hand fall from the woman’s hip.

  She also turns to me, her lip curling in disdain while she shoots daggers at me from her eyes. I don’t spare her another glance. Instead, I reach for Rand’s hand that is closest to me. His fingers immediately thread with mine and he tilts his head in question.

  “Let’s fuck,” I murmur, turning to start pulling him away from the woman.

  He doesn’t hesitate in the slightest, and I try hard not to laugh as the girl makes a loud sound of disgruntlement that she’s being left so abruptly by a man she clearly had her sights set on.

  I lead Rand back across The Silo, down the short hall that heads back toward the door I had just entered in through. But rather than leave, I turn right into the hallway that runs the perimeter of the round building, behind the glass-walled rooms. Rand follows behind, his hand holding mine tightly, but not saying a single word to me. He doesn’t need to say anything, but I know he’s feeling what I’m feeling. The sexual tension is so thick that I can feel it coating my exposed skin like a blanket.

  “Which room do you want?” I ask as I walk in front of him, my hips swaying provocatively. I know… can just feel those green eyes pinned to my ass. “The black room… we can fuck on a bed of black silk and that woman you just left behind can watch your cock sliding in and out of me?”

  Rand doesn’t say anything, but I know if I were to let go of his hand and reach backward, I’d find him hard as a rock.

  “Or how about one of the rooms where you can restrain me? Maybe the St. Andrew’s cross, or even the stockade. Lock me up and do what you want to me.”

  I think I hear a low growl of need in Rand’s chest, and it fills me with euphoria that he wants me so badly.

  “Or maybe one of the rooms with toys,” I suggest silkily as we walk slowly along. “So many things you could do to make me come with toys.”

  Rand moves so quickly, I give a startled yelp of surprise. His hands come to my shoulders and he spins me toward the outer wall, which is nothing but cold, gray concrete staves. I open my mouth to say what, I don’t know, but then his tongue is twirling against mine while he presses me back into the wall.

  And I can’t recall… has Rand ever kissed me before? I’m not sure. I think I’d remember something like this… so possessive and animalistic. Necessary. That’s what it feels like… absolutely needful to him.

  We may have fucked before, but I don’t recall kissing him, so I’m thinking we haven’t. Such a personal act and one I don’t do often. Usually it’s because a man wants it and I oblige, no biggie.

  But this kiss with Rand?

  It causes my legs to go weak and my heart to skitter out of control. It makes me want to sag in relief over the warm feelings it produces in me, and I want nothing more than to stand in this hallway with Rand and just make out with him all night long. I think I’d be completely satisfied with just kissing him. It’s that damn good.

  Yet, he has other ideas. Pulling his mouth away just enough to growl against my lips, he says, “None of the rooms. Gonna fuck you right here… keep you all to myself.”

  He gives me no opportunity to respond because he steals my breath away with another fast but deep kiss before he’s jerking my skirt up around my hips and then my panties down my legs. Squatting before me, he taps against the outside of my right ankle. I raise it so he can slip that leg free.

  “Other leg,” he mutters. I lift that one, and then he’s standing up with my panties in his hand. He orders me, “Get my cock out, Cat.”

  I don’t hesitate. I work his belt buckle with expert hands, only stumbling once when he pushes a hand between my legs and drags a finger between my folds. I can feel how ridiculously wet I am, but that was a given. Rand’s take-charge ways are turning me on like nothing else ever has.

  When I get his belt freed and his zipper down, I push at the jeans a bit until his thick cock comes in to view. I reach my hand in, circle it around the girth, and gently pull it free. I’m confident this didn’t hurt him and that the hiss of air that rushes through his teeth is merely because my hand on him feels good.

  I want him to feel better so I start to stroke him, causing Rand to groan in response and his body to stiffen all over with trembling need.

  “Enough,” he says gruffly, pulling my hand away. “Now open your mouth.”

  I grin for a moment before I open my mouth, expecting him to push me to my knees so I can suck on that beautiful hardness sticking straight out between us, but he surprises me when he shoves my panties in instead. My eyes flare wide with shock as he gives me a devilish grin. “Don’t want anyone to hear you scream. Don’t feel like sharing this tonight.”

  He doesn’t want to share me tonight? Meaning he doesn’t want anyone else to watch?

  And yeah… he stopped me in the darkened hallway lit only with soft sconces and relative privacy unless someone decides to go in or out of the rooms. Good chance that will happen, so I know Rand doesn’t have complete expectation we won’t get caught, but it makes me even wetter knowing he wants something with me that I’ve never given another man here in this building.

  Just myself.

  I hum in my throat, letting him know I approve of his methods, and he doesn’t waste any time. He bends his knees, pushes his hands between my thighs from the front, and lifts me. As he extends his arms wide, my legs spread obscenely before him and Rand gazes longingly at my pussy. I don’t look down at what he’s looking at but rather at his face, watching the way he licks his lips.

  “Guide me in, baby,” he whispers hoarsely, still never taking his eyes away. I circle a hand around his dick, feel it jump in response to my touch. Then, along with a flex of Rand’s hips, guide the tip right
to my entrance.

  The fat head of his cock pushes into my slickness easily before meeting with some resistance. The only foreplay we had was dirty words, so even though I’m wet, I’m not relaxed. In fact, I feel strung tight with tension and need, and even though I know that first push is going to sting, I want it so bad my mouth waters, which is immediately soaked up by my panties.

  Rand finally lifts his gaze as his hands tighten their grip under my thighs. He has me firmly in his hold and his cock is wedged in just the right place, so I let the base of it go and bring my hands to his shoulders for leverage.

  Our eyes lock together. We just stare for a brutally clear moment where nothing else exists but a man who wants a woman, and vice versa. There is no sex club and nothing overly kinky about what we’re doing.

  Just a man and a woman who want each other with a raging passion.

  Rand gives me a smile before leaning his head toward me, tilting slightly, and placing a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth. I moan against the panties because the gentleness of that move touches me.

  When he lifts his head and looks at me again, there’s a possessiveness in his eyes now that I’ve never seen before in my life. Not from any man before who has claimed my body and certainly never from my husband. It’s a look I didn’t know existed until this very moment, and once I realize what it is, Rand takes it upon himself to thrust into me hard.

  My head falls back, and I groan against the invasion. The sting, and then the melting of my pussy around him. He doesn’t even give me a moment to adjust, just starts thrusting in and out of me with bruising force. He’s a large guy, thick and long, and he hits that spot deep within me that makes my toes curl and my eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head.

  “Look at me, Cat,” Rand demands of me.

  It takes all of my effort to raise my head up so I can comply.

  His eyes glow with that same possessiveness and now a spark of triumph as he pounds into me, every punch of his cock into my pussy bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

  “Feel good?” he asks, although he knows I can’t answer. So I smile at him with my eyes and nod my head.

  “Yeah… feels damn good,” he mutters and thrusts faster. “Always loved fucking this pussy. Dream about this pussy. Jack off to thoughts of this pussy.”

  Oh, damn… those filthy words and his hips slapping against me rhythmically while he holds my gaze the entire time make me feel in this moment that Rand Bishop owns every part of me. Surprisingly, I’m okay with that.

  Samuel once told me he owned me and that he could do whatever he wanted with me. And he was right about that. I hated him and his ownership.

  But not this with Rand.

  If he can make my body feel this good and make me feel this needed, then I’ll sign away the rights and title to my body right now.

  My orgasm catches me off guard and bursts within me after a brutally hard thrust deep into my body. My muscles clench and grab onto his cock, rippling with pleasure around him and causing Rand to finally lose eye contact with me. His eyes flutter closed and he thrusts into me one more time before going still and muttering in staccato bursts, “Coming. So. Fucking. Hard.”

  He grinds against me. My pussy clamps hard on him, and he groans as he spurts inside of me, “Goddamn… that greedy fucking pussy can milk my cock any day of the week, Cat.”

  I laugh against the silk in my mouth when he says, “And twice on Saturday.”

  Dropping my head to his shoulder, I try to remember every single detail of this experience. I’m betting it was a one-time only thing, but I think I just had the best sex of my entire life.

  Chapter 5

  Rand

  Christ… that orgasm.

  That motherfucking amazing orgasm that just rocked my world and made my knees go weak, which sucks because I already have a bum knee. My hands grip harder under Cat’s thighs and I shift her up a bit, my cock still wedged deep in her. Her forehead is planted on my shoulder and her back is rising and falling with labored breaths.

  I broke a few rules tonight, the biggest being that I promised myself I wouldn’t touch Cat. The nature of our relationship has changed by virtue of me bringing her into my home and offering her sanctuary. The minute I offered her safety, her pussy should have become off limits to me… or at least, to my gentleman’s way of thinking. So that was the first rule I broke.

  I’m also here tonight as a Fantasy Maker. I’m essentially working for Bridger. While that means I can fuck whomever I want within the round walls of this building, it means it needs to be done in a way that makes me useful to the clientele. Obviously, there’s the pleasure of the person I’m fucking to take into account, but there’s also the viewing pleasure of the other patrons. I took Cat in the privacy of the hallways because I wanted it to be private. I didn’t want to share her, myself, or what we were doing together with anyone.

  Lastly, I broke a major rule and one I’ve never broken before. I just shoved my cock into a pussy without any protection. I wanted Cat so badly… wanted her all to myself without anyone sharing in the experience… that I held no regard for the consequences of such actions. I’d even like to blame it on the heat of the moment or that lust fogged my senses, but it would be a lie. I knew damn well what I was doing and wanted to feel that tight, slick pussy against my skin. Wanted to come inside of her and coat every inch of her.

  I wanted it, and I didn’t give a damn if I knocked her up doing it. While I went with gut instinct that she was safe and I knew I was safe, I still knew the risk.

  Cat and I operate in a world of multiple sex partners, which means we are people who understand safety and consequences. Unless you’re in a committed and trusting relationship with your partner, everyone in The Silo wears condoms, so I’m not so much worried about that with her, and she should feel secure that I’m safe too.

  But goddamn… I didn’t care one shit that I could get her pregnant, and even now, I just can’t feel bothered to worry. Maybe because I’m still flush off probably the best orgasm of my life, because she feels damn good in my arms, or maybe because she’s appealing to every single molecule in my body that feels the need to help her lost soul, but I just don’t give a fuck.

  Still… I have to ask, “Cat… you on the Pill?”

  She moves in my arms, lifts her head from my shoulders, and pulls the panties I’d stuffed in her mouth free. Swiveling her jaw, she licks her lips once and says in a raspy voice, “Yeah. I’m protected.”

  “You okay I didn’t suit up?” I ask, not needing to elaborate.

  “I am if you are,” she murmurs.

  I totally am. I’m so fucking okay with it and how amazing that just felt, that if she gives me just a few moments and wiggles her hips just right, I’ll be good to go for round two without ever pulling out of her.

  But then I pull a dick male move and speak without thinking, totally ruining the moment. “But let’s agree… we fuck anyone else, we still wear protection, okay?”

  I know it’s a mistake even before she stiffens in my arms. I know the words were wrong the minute they left my lips. It wasn’t that I was thinking about screwing anyone else, or that I wanted anyone else. I just wanted her to know that she was different, and I meant that in a good way. But she clearly didn’t take it like I meant it, and I know this for sure the minute she literally pushes out of my embrace and drops her feet to the floor. My dick slides out, and I almost curse over the loss of her warmth around it.

  Cat’s head drops and her hair falls forward so I can’t see her expression, but I watch, mesmerized, as she takes her panties and swipes them between her legs, cleaning my semen away. When she straightens back up, she shoves the panties toward me and my hand automatically goes out to grab them. I note the wetness against my palm and watch as she pushes the hem of her dress down her thighs.

  When she finally looks at me, she levels me not with anger but with a brilliant smile. She even reaches out and pats me on the chest. “Well, that was fun
, Rand. Thanks a bunch. Now I think I’ll head back into the main room and see what other fun there is to be had.”

  I have no clue if she’s mad at me or serious about wanting to go back in there and fuck another man, but some sort of caveman-like DNA inside of me becomes active and my free hand shoots out to grab her by her upper arm as she turns to walk away. “You are not going in there to fuck someone else.”

  I cannot believe I actually just said that to her.

  Even as I cannot believe I actually said those words of possession, my grip tightens on her arm. She looks over her shoulder at me with wide eyes as her lips part in surprise. “But you just said—”

  “I know what I said,” I snap at her, angry with myself for even saying something so insensitive, and angry with her for even thinking of fucking someone else even though I apparently gave her carte blanche to do so. Taking a deep breath, I tug on her arm so she turns to fully look at me. I let it out slowly and try to explain myself. “Cat… let’s go back to my place.”

  “Why?” she asks, her tone heavy with suspicion. I know it’s because I’ve confused her. But fuck… I’m confused myself.

  “Because I am not done with you by a long shot,” I say without further explanation.

  “You can have me here,” she counters.

  “I don’t want you here,” I tell her, deciding to go with brutal honesty. I don’t know the reason why, but I can’t stomach the thought of us fucking out there for everyone to see. More than that, I really want her spread-eagled on my bed.

  Her eyes flick back and forth between mine for a moment before she gives me a tiny nod of acquiescence. She merely whispers, “Okay,” and nothing has ever sounded sweeter to me before.