로그인“Colt ain’t goin’ nowhere until he gives us some f**kin’ answers.”Tell started to push into Colt’s face again, but Ben stepped between them. “Back off, Tell.”“No. Move outta the way.”“I said. Back. Off.”That tone caught Tell’s attention. Some of the rage in his eyes momentarily cleared.Ben pointed to Colt and Tell. “Now someone start talking.”“Yeah, Colt, you heard what Ben said. Start talking,” Dalton sneered.Colt’s arms were folded across his chest. “This would be easier for all of us if you’d just move aside and let me get what I came for.”“Where is he?”“Where is who?” Ben asked with total confusion.“Our dad,” Brandt said. “He’s been gone five days.”“Five days? Why’s this the first I’ve heard of it?” He looked at Kane.“Hey, it was the first I’ve heard of it too. How come no one told us he was gone?”“Don’t pretend you give a shit about Casper. None of you even bothered to come by and see him after Mom left,” Tell said.Ben disputed that statement. “Quinn came by about s
That startled him. “Guess my grandfather was a real bastard. Kinda sucks that I was named after him. Is your dad like that?”“No. Just set in his ways. Your mom is an interesting woman. We have a lot in common. I liked her. She asked me out to lunch.”Ben harrumphed. “She’s a meddling woman.”“Your mother was a lot warmer to me than Rielle.”“Jesus. Rielle was here too?”“Evidently she heard you were sick and brought over a basket of muffins to send you on the road to recovery.” An edge of jealousy crept into her tone despite her intent to curb it.“Huh. That’s weird.” He pointed to a colorful ball on the chair. “What’s that?”Why did he blatantly change the subject whenever Rielle was mentioned? “My knitting.”“Knitting. You knit?”“Yes. I had to have something productive to do while you were feverish and thrashing around.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Why? Do you think it’s a lame hobby?” Not the right type of hobby for a sub? Are my hands supposed to busy tending to your n
Ben kicked off his boots and stretched out beside her. He wanted to fix her now. Scoop her up, race to the doctor and demand she be healed. He forced himself to calm down and watch her settle into sleep, reaching for her hand just as he began to drift off.Ainsley’s restlessness roused him. He glanced at the clock. Only an hour had passed.She started to push up.“Easy. Anything you need I’ll get.”“A drink.”Ben moved to the edge of the bed and held a glass to her lips. “Here.”She drank every drop.“Better?”“Yeah.”He switched out the skin-warmed washcloth for a cool one.Ainsley sighed when he placed it over her forehead. “Thanks, Ben. You don’t have to stay.”“I want to stay.”“Why? It’s not like I have any new loan information for you.”That sounded a little cross. “Thanks for the update.”“I’m surprised you’d be interested in hanging out with me, especially if we’re not having kinky sex,” she said snarkily.Ben’s voice was pure Dom. “The lack of kinky sex was your choice. And i
“Ainsley, I don’t know if I can be—”“That was not a request.” She kissed him again, then firmly shoved him out the door.Ben rang Ainsley’s doorbell again. He’d tried calling her cell several times and she hadn’t picked up.Maybe it was an excuse, showing up on her doorstep, but something felt…off. Something besides the bogus friendship she was trying to force on him.Jesus. He didn’t want to be her f**king friend. In the last two days he’d already seen her pulling away. Not only from him, but from her submissive side. Trying to remake him into the type of guy he wasn’t, denying her nature and attempting to change their relationship into something it never had been and never would be: normal.Ben was starting to lose her. That thought had driven him bat-shit crazy all day after she hadn’t returned any of his calls. Hopefully she hadn’t reverted to old habits, like that post-date game mind-fuck where the woman waited a certain amount of time before returning her date from the previous
Just to be ornery, she picked her Cat Lover T-shirt.Ben caught it one handed and slipped it over his head. “Speaking of cats…they raced outta the room the instant I stepped foot inside. They hate me.”“Because you smell like dog. Your dogs hate me because I smell like cat.”“Mmm. But I like how your pu**y smells.”“Bennett McKay.”He laughed. “Hand me the remote. We’ve already missed ten minutes of Wheel.”Ainsley sat next to him, like she always did. Bennett jerked her close to his body like he always did. Only when the show ended did she remember they weren’t supposed to be twined together. He wasn’t supposed to be touching her. She wasn’t supposed to have her head on his shoulder.Almost as if he’d read her mind, he murmured, “Sorry. Habit.” His fingers trailed across her forearm three more times before he released her.She stood and retreated to the kitchen. He followed. Closely. “Look, your shirt still isn’t dry. Why don’t you stay for dinner? It’s nothing fancy. Just a skillet
Sealing that envelope gave her a strange feeling of finality she wasn’t ready for. She’d liked how things were growing and changing between them. Not only when he slipped into Dom mode, but when he was just Ben.She’d miss the way he called her angel. The way he’d growl it against her skin. She’d miss the way he pushed her to accept what she was. The way he wouldn’t let her hide from herself or from him. The way he gave her what she’d needed for so long but hadn’t the guts to admit it she’d wanted.This was temporary. And he’d rather have the money than you.How long had he known he’d needed a loan? And what would he have done if she’d refused to help him? Would it have strained their Dom/sub relationship? Or ended it completely?No way to know now, but she couldn’t help but feel a little used and a lot disappointed.Through all her questions and doubt about what could’ve been, she still felt his pull. She wondered how long she could stay away from him.Not long, as it turned out. But
She ran her hands up his back and he shuddered, gasping softly. She’d discovered his most sensitive erogenous zone, but either she didn’t notice his reaction or didn’t care. She clung to his shoulders, vocalizing her pleasure in the back of her throat.After a few minutes, he said, “I think it’s time
Brian watched Myrna button her shirt, hiding her sexy, lace bra from his appreciative gaze. The woman should be required to stay naked and in his bed at all times. Covering that body was an abomination. His sleep-muddled thoughts began to clear. Had she really just asked him to call a band meeting?“
Myrna shook her head at Brian. “We’ve been through this a hundred times. I’m not staying in L.A. with you.”“You can get your work done while we’re rehearsing and in the recording studio,” he said. “And we have a music video shoot in a couple of days. You can use that entire day to work.”Lounging on
(This story is for mature audiences only! 21+)****************Myrna crammed the papers inside her bag and jerked the zipper closed before continuing through the overdone hotel lobby on her way to her sixth-floor room. A long, hot bath sounded like heaven. How had she let her associate dean talk her







