Sly (Dragon Riders MC Book 5) Page 11

  And watching her wiggle while her giggles filled the air brought me great delight.

  “Sly, that tickles!”

  I grinned. “Good.”

  “Oh my God. Sly. Holy shit.”

  “Safe word?”

  She stuck her tongue out. “Not in your life.”

  “Oh, so we’re going to be sassy, huh?”

  I danced the feather down her breasts, watching her chest heave as her skin flushed for me. I tickled it down her stomach, tracing her belly button softly as her laughter filled the room. She tugged at the restraints, trying to get loose. Trying to run away from a sensation that made her shiver as well as pucker for my viewing pleasure.

  But when I slid the feather down her leg, I watched her hips buck.

  “Needing a bit more, are we?” I taunted.

  Tara swallowed hard. “I’m sweating already. What is up with that?”

  I chuckled. “It’s common when you’re nervous and anticipating something while being strung up and stimulated.”

  She paused. “That was the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

  I hung up the implement. “And to think we’re only getting started.”

  I hovered my hand over my flogger and decided to take a chance. After all, I could start soft and let her guide the scene. My feet padded silently back over to her where I let the leather strips dangle against her skin. She gasped as I traced them over her tits and her stomach. Her legs and the insides of her thighs. I took the liberty of pulling out her breasts from their bra pockets, allowing them the freedom to hang and pucker as tightly as they wanted to.

  Then, I swatted softly at her puffy pink nipples.

  “What was that?” she gasped.

  I didn’t answer her, though. Instead, I kept softly swatting. Slowly allowing it to grow in intensity before I started working my way down her body.

  Swatting, thwaping, and watching her jump and writhe as moans fell from her lips.

  “Shit, Sly.”

  I grinned. “Seems like someone likes leather.”

  She hissed. “Oooo, that hurt a bit.”

  I paused. “Want me to stop?”

  She shook her head quickly. “No, no, no. Not at all. Just don’t hit me any harder than that.”

  I swatted at her thigh playfully. “I can do that, beautiful.”

  The strips of leather left soft marks against her skin that puffed up and faded before my very eyes. She was like a moving piece of artwork, molding herself to my pleasure and allowing herself to be experimented upon. It tugged at my heart in ways I couldn't express. It hardened my cock and tightened my balls in a way that made me growl. I wanted to have all of her, as quickly as I could have it. The anticipation was just as much for my benefit as it was for hers. And with all of those delectable sounds falling from her lips, all I wanted was to crash my mouth against hers and mute them as I stuffed her full of myself.

  Be patient, Sly.

  I walked back over to the wall and put up my flogger before backing up toward the window. I reached behind me, feeling around until I found exactly what I wanted. A smile spread across my lips as I made my way back to Tara, watching her panties soak themselves before my very eyes.

  And when I reached between her legs, she jumped.

  “Oh!”

  I chuckled. “Better stand still for this one.”

  I slid her panties off to the side and switched on the wand I removed from the wall. And when she heard that buzzing fill the room, she drew in a deep breath. My eyes danced along her flushed body as her juices dripped against the palm of my hand. My cock leaked down its shaft, eager to sink itself into her warmth. But I resisted the urge and kept control of myself as I pressed that vibrating wand against her swollen clit.

  And the first sound I heard was her tugging at the restraints.

  “Fuck!” she exclaimed.

  I dipped down and sucked her nipple between my lips as I moved the wand around slowly.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Sly. Holy shit. Oh, my God.”

  I bit her nipple softly. “You like that?”

  She bucked against the wand. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”

  I grinned. “Then, let’s take it up a notch.”

  I kicked the setting up a little higher and her jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. Her body quaked against me as I pressed the wand deeper against her clit. Her thighs quaked. Her teeth ground together. Her moans turned to feral growls that made my cock harden even more than it already had become. I watched her writhe as her body unraveled. I watched her lose control as she quivered against the cross that bore her weight just so I could have what I wanted.

  Tara, spread out on a platter for me.

  And me, with all of my love to give her. If she wanted it.

  “I’m so close. Holy shit. Sly, fuck. I’m so close. I’m gonna—it’s com—I—”

  “There it is,” I growled.

  I gripped my cock and positioned myself at her entrance as her entire body jolted and jerked about. She whimpered and begged me to stop, but not once did she throw that safe word. It was fucking music to my ears. A symphony of pleasure that wrapped around me and finally unleashed the beast from its cage. I kicked the wand up one more notch. As high as it could go, and I watched as Tara’s eyes widened.

  “Sly! Holy hell!” she exclaimed.

  And when I felt her body finally pop, I eased my cock inside of her body.

  “That’s it,” I grunted.

  “Oh, shit. Oh, shit. My God. Sly. Sly. Sly. I love you. I love you. Holy fuck, I love you so much.”

  Her words wrapped around me like an endless flame, fanning the skippings of my heart. I dropped the wand as I sank deep within her, our bodies finally connected. I ripped that blindfold off and let it drop to the ground. I fisted her hair and forced her to look at me as her pussy unraveled against my cock. And as she clenched me tightly, her entire body giving way to me, I nuzzled my nose against hers.

  “I love you too, Tara.”

  I snapped my hips against hers, swiveling them to rake against that oversensitive clit of hers. And with every thrust of my hips, she gasped. I kissed her, repeatedly. Allowing her my air to breathe as I took her the way I wanted her. Spread out for me, helpless, and dripping with sweat and carnal juices. I captured her lips in heated kisses. I slid my teeth down her neck. I sucked at her pulse point until it was black and blue and she was nothing but putty in my hands.

  And still, I wanted more.

  “I want all of you,” I growled.

  Her voice was nothing but a tired whisper. “You have me. All of me. Forever.”

  “You’re mine, and no one else’s.”

  She shook her head softly. “Just yours. Always yours.”

  Sweat dripped down the nape of my neck. “Say my name.”

  “Oh, Sly.”

  I pounded against her. “Say it louder.”

  “Sly, please!”

  I growled against her ear. “Say it like you mean it.”

  “Sly, please! Let me come again. Let me come again. I love you so much, Sly. Just—please it’s—oh, yes. Right there. Right there. Right—there—”

  My orgasm swept me away as I stuffed her body full of myself. But it was all I could do to keep from collapsing onto the floor. The world around me titled and my vision dimmed as my orgasm barreled over my body. Something wet sprayed me, dripping to the floor via my legs as a small pool of liquid sat against the hardwood floor beneath the St. Andrew’s Cross. I captured her lips and swallowed her sounds. Thread after thread of hot arousal shoot from the tip of my dick, coating her as our bodies marked one another. Never in my life had I felt so attached to another human being. Never in my life had I felt an emotion this intense.

  And as I buried my face into the crook of her neck, our bodies resting against the other, I knew one thing was for certain.

  I’d never live another day of my life without this woman.

  Because I loved her more than anything else on this f
ucking planet.

  16

  Tara

  Someone shook me out of sleep. “Tara, wake up.”

  I groaned. “Five more minutes.”

  Sly’s voice sounded deeply in my ear. “We have to leave. Get up now.”

  I opened one of my eyes. “What? What’s going on?”

  He rushed around to put his clothes on. “We don’t have time. Come on. There’s a back way out of my apartment and—”

  A booming sound came from the living room as the door crashed open. “Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!”

  I shot up in bed and watched as men in black filtered into the studio apartment. Sly walked over to the bedroom door and tried to close it, but someone burst through before he could. With a sheet wrapped around my spent, naked body, I stood up quickly with my hands in the air.

  “Federal agents! Get down on the ground!”

  Sly snickered. “Over my dead body.”

  I looked over at him. “Just do as they ask.”

  Sly didn’t listen, though. “What the fuck is this, anyway?”

  I watched a mean-looking man with the letters “FBI” stamped across his chest and my heart sank.

  Did Ben put them up to this?

  “Ma’am? You’re coming with me.”

  Someone touched my arm and I immediately ripped away. “What?”

  Sly shouted over the commotion. “Don’t you fucking touch her, you pig!”

  The man gripped my arm again. “You’re coming with us, Miss Tara.”

  I tried to wrench away again, but his grip was too strong. “At least let me put some clothes on. Hey. I just—will you wait just a second!?”

  “Tara!” Sly roared.

  “Sly! Where are you taking him!?”

  I reached out for him as the officer holding me, well, held me back. It took three men to cuff Sly and haul his ass out the front door as tears rushed my cheeks. I had no idea what was going on. I didn’t even know what time it was. But judging from the lack of light outside the windows, I figured it was still the middle of the night.

  “Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on!?” I shrieked.

  “Tara!” Sly yelled down the hallway.

  “Sly! Don’t resist!” I screamed.

  Then, a large man stepped in front of me. “You need to come with us, Miss Tara.”

  I lunged at him. “Did my brother put you up to this? Huh? It wasn’t enough that these men saved his fucking ass as well as his job, but now he’s gotta leave with the upper hand? Is that it?”

  The man grinned. “You’ve got no idea what you’re involved in, do you?”

  Sly’s voice echoed down the hallway. “Don’t listen to them! Tara!”

  I swallowed hard. “If you’re FBI, then you know my brother, Ben. He was working undercover until his cover was blown when he realized that the crew he needed to go after wasn't this one.”

  The man holding me yanked me toward the door. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sure. You’ll have your chance to talk.”

  I tried to fight my way out of his grip. “Please, you have to listen to me. Let me get to my phone. I can call him. His name is—”

  The agent pulled me outside. “I don’t give a shit who he is. I have my orders. Now, come with me before I arrest you and throw your naked ass in the back of my car. Got it?”

  “Tara!”

  I peered over the wooden railing and watched three men wrestle Sly into a blacked-out SUV. My heart slammed against my chest with panic as the sheet covering my body began to slip. I clung to it as best as I could as I watched that vehicle drive off with Sly. With the man I loved.

  Separating us, despite what we wanted.

  “Where are you taking him?” I asked.

  The agent tugged me toward the stairs. “Come with me.”

  I finally yanked away from him. “I might not be my brother, but I know my rights. And I know you haven’t read me a single one of them. So, if I’m not under arrest, then tell me why on God’s green fucking earth you’ve yanked me and the man I love out of his bed in the middle of the fucking night.”

  I glared up at the agent as his eyes darted around, probably trying to get instruction from those around him. But when his eyes met mine, I didn’t like the look behind them.

  “You are wanted on charges of conspiracy to commit a crime and a host of other problems,” the agent finally said.

  I balked. “You can’t be serious. I’m helping my brother with this undercover mission of his. I helped him infiltrate this crew.”

  “So, you're telling me that sleeping with one of the guys was part of your unofficial cover?”

  “So, you’re telling me that you’re arresting me on bogus charges because I was naked in his bed?”

  The agent chuckled. “You can either come with me willingly, or I can put you in cuffs. And I’m telling you, you don’t want me to put you in cuffs.”

  “Then, why did you put Sly in cuffs?”

  He gripped my arm again. “Come with me.”

  “Answer my question!”

  The man spun around on me. “Shut your fucking mouth and come with me or so help me God I’ll haul your brother into that interrogation room and let him do the honors. Got it?”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Ben was supposed to be in the office tonight.”

  The agent took my arm again in his hand. “Come with me, Miss Tara. I won’t ask you again.”

  My mind spun with so many problems as the last two agents that busted into Sly’s place guided me toward yet another blacked-out SUV. But even as they placed me in the back, there was something very off about all of this. Even if my brother’s cover had been blown, he would’ve been the one leading the charge, right? I mean, this was his case. His job. The task he had been assigned.

  Shouldn’t he have been with these guys as they rushed Sly’s apartment?

  Where are you, handsome?

  As my eyes fell out the window, I watched aimlessly as the world passed by. I’d never felt more violated or more exposed in all my life, and I wanted this nightmare to end. I had no idea what the hell was coming our way or how to dodge it, but if I had any hope of getting us out of this I had to speak to my brother.

  I had to look Ben in the face and ask him some hard fucking questions.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  The agent driving peeked at me through the rearview mirror. “We’re taking you in.”

  And as I leaned against the leather seat with Sly’s sheet wrapped tightly around my body, I sent up a silent prayer to any God that might’ve been listening.

  Keep us safe, please.

  I just hoped it was enough.

  17

  Sly

  I needed a fucking thesaurus.

  Not because it helped me in my current predicament, but because I needed a word stronger than “fury.” Because whatever that word was? It rushed through my veins. It ate me from the ground up, leaving nothing in its wake but a bloodthirsty need for revenge. My mind kept twisting and turning when it came to Tara. We had been separated intentionally, but for what purpose, I wasn’t sure. However, if I found out that her goddamn brother had something to do with this?

  I’d make sure he never forgot my name.

  With my hands cuffed behind my back, I leaned against the seat. I was no stranger to the feeling of cold, hard metal against my wrists. Which was why my fingertips rooted around in my back pockets. With my chest bared to the world and my pants hardly even zipped up, the sharp protrusion stabbed me in my ass cheek. If I could find a way to maneuver that damn thing out of my pocket without the agents seeing me—

  “What are you doing?” one of them asked.

  I paused my movements. “Trying to get comfortable. What’s it to you?”

  The agent glared at me. “Sit still or I’ll have you tossed into the trunk.”

  I grinned. “Promise, Daddy?”

  The agent rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the road. And then, I started my journey once more. I had no f
ucking clue where they were taking me, but I knew one thing for certain.

  If they had raided our houses, they had raided the bar.

  My mind was so scattered. I wanted to figure out where the hell they were taking us, but I also needed to find Tara. Not only that, though, but I needed to find the other guys. Surely, some of them had gotten away. And if there was any time for any sort of emergency situation, it was now.

  So, my fingertips slowly started rooting around again.

  I moved as slowly as I could, slipping them into my left back pocket. I crossed my leg over my knee, hiking one of my ass cheeks up so I could quickly reach the other. I felt the sharp tip of my trusty best friend, Mr. Paper Clip. I got a decent enough grip on the damn thing to slip it out. But getting it into the hole of the handcuffs would be a very different story.

  “Uh, I’m kind of getting car sick. Mind if I lie down?” I asked.

  “Don’t you dare,” the agent said.

  I slid to the edge of my seat. “Sure you want me barfing all over your nice leather in here?”

  The agent in the passenger’s seat turned around. “Slide back or I’ll put a bullet in your gut myself.”

  It didn’t matter, though, because as a grin slid across my face, I felt that unraveled paperclip slip right into the hole.

  So, I leaned back and locked my arm into place.

  I grew frustrated with every failed lock-picking attempt, but I kept my cool on the outside. I had to get myself out of these things quickly because the stoplights in town were becoming fewer and farther between. If I had any chance of getting to the bar, I had to make a quick exit without alerting the agents as to what was going on.

  Then, there was the pesky method of dodging their bullets.

  Bingo.

  The handcuffs clicked against my skin before my right wrist loosened. That was all I needed, too. Just one wrist free. The other wrist I could pick once I got to a decent destination.