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  “That’s what I want to hear.” He kissed her thighs, then worked his way back up her body.

  She couldn’t help feeling how hard and slick he was against her belly as he reached over her for the condom on her nightstand. He knelt over her, holding the packet.

  “Watch me.” His gravelly voice and adept hands kept her on a bordered state of arousal. Seeing him roll that thin latex over his girth showed her how large he truly was. “I’m going to stretch you. Don’t be surprised if I last all of two seconds,” he said wryly. “I’m so hard I hurt.”

  “Poor baby,” she said on a breath. “One stroke and you’re done? I guess I win then.”

  His eyes narrowed, and he tugged her head back by her hair. Then he gave her a punishing kiss that made her see fireworks. “You little witch. You want it?”

  She loved this forceful side of him. Bossing her around while she was helpless to resist. Yet she knew he’d never go too far. “What if I do?”

  He groaned and kissed her again, positioning himself over her. Mounting her.

  She tried to continue the kiss as he pulled back, staring into her eyes. Then she felt him, there at the entrance to her sex.

  “Watch me.” He slowly entered her, and wow, he felt thick and huge inside her. He continued to push, his eyes unblinking as he watched her expression while he took her.

  “Oh. You’re filling me up.”

  “Yeah.” He frowned, once seated all the way inside her. “Fuck. You’re so damn tight.” Sweat creased his brow, and he slid out of her so slowly she wanted to claw at him to hurry up. The sensations he created made her want what she should have been too tired to have again. “You gonna come with me?”

  “Not again.” Yet she rocked with him. “Maybe.”

  “That’s a girl.” He pumped in and out of her a few more times, moving so slowly she wanted to scream. All the while he toyed with her nipples, cupped her breasts and caressed her face with strong hands.

  “Faster, Anson,” she nearly sobbed.

  He withdrew and sat back on his knees. Then he raised her hips so he could take her while rubbing her sensitized clit. “Come all over me.”

  He rocked into her while staring at where they joined. So erotic, so naughty, she watched too, seeing that thick shaft pierce her over and over.

  Then he was moving faster, his thumb grinding down over her. It started to hurt, but the rush of ecstasy overtook her, changing the pain into pleasure so swiftly she screamed and bucked while he roared into his own climax.

  He jerked inside her, for more than a while. And she knew if he hadn’t been wearing a condom, he’d have made a real mess inside her. Perverted thing that she was, she wanted to feel him without a layer of rubber between them. Just him and her, fucking, taking and giving, making love…

  Whoa, Nelly. What the hell happened?

  Shocked by the sudden shift from sexual desire to feelings of tenderness, she didn’t know what to think.

  Then Anson distracted her by withdrawing. Her body clenched trying to keep him inside.

  “Oh, yeah.” He groaned and withdrew. He left her for the bathroom and returned moments later, a towel in hand. Without releasing her, he cleaned her up, seeing to every bit of her with a gentleness so at odds with his rough handling before. “You are so pretty.”

  Her cheeks heated. Silly considering they’d just boffed each other. A lot. Good Lord. Three orgasms for her? One for him? Hmm. She was winning.

  “What’s that smile?” he asked.

  “I feel good.”

  He sighed. “Me too. I came hard.” He looked her over with satisfaction. “You did too. More than once.”

  “I’m easy, what can I say?”

  He kissed her while he removed her restraints. “Riley, there’s nothing easy about you. I can honestly say you’re a huge pain in the ass.”

  She pushed him to his back and sprawled on top of him, conscious of how much smaller she was. Odd, because though she knew he was taller, she’d never paid it much attention before. But Anson was nearly as big as his cousin. “A pain in your ass, hmm? We’ll have to try that.”

  He froze at her laughter. “Um, well, I don’t know about that. I’m much more interested in your ass than mine.”

  “Anson, Anson. Scared of me already?”

  She waited for his teasing response, not prepared for the sudden seriousness of his expression.

  “Scared? Try terrified.” He kissed her, to shut her up, most likely. But the lazy exploration felt so good. Sexual yet not, a meeting of mouths and more as they learned what the other liked.

  It didn’t take as long as she thought before he became hard again.

  “There we go,” he murmured and pressed up against her. “Let’s see just how much you can handle, hmm?”

  “If I’m walking funny tomorrow, you’re to blame.”

  “Or thank.”

  His sexy laugh warmed her. And then she forgot her own name when he started being creative.

  Anson needed an entire day to recuperate. He hadn’t been so out of his league since…well…ever. Sex with Riley had surpassed anything he’d ever experienced. She’d been playful, demanding and submissive. So submissive it made his head spin. The perfect lover for a man who wanted to play at being in charge of everything.

  In his real, everyday life, he held all the cards. He couldn’t help it. He’d been built that way. Anson had a difficult time letting go. He’d thought Riley was the same way, until he’d taken her. Boy had they fucked. Like rabbits. He’d come three times, and he knew he’d blown Riley away. Thank God.

  Sex—now that was a competition he could get behind. But knitting?

  He scowled. Why the hell had she possibly chosen something so out of the blue, so random, so foreign to anything his gender would normally deal with? To be fair, she’d admitted she had no idea how to knit. So he’d agreed to helping her with “closure”. Hell, he’d have offered to shave himself bald if it meant another night with her.

  If the woman had any idea of the power she held over him, he’d be toast. Yet he had a feeling she’d been as done in as him. He had to face it—they gelled. Chemistry, hormones, whatever she wanted to call it, they had it.

  Seeing his paler skin against hers had been better than his fantasies. Tasting her, and fuck, she was sweet, had been a dream come true. But he had to make sure next time he could scrap the condom. Only if she felt comfortable without it, he kept telling himself, not wanting to pressure her. But…just the thought of it had him hard again.

  Not the best way to greet the doctor for his appointment.

  After willing away his arousal, he took the necessary tests to show Riley he meant business. He was disease free and would soon have the paperwork to show it. In the meantime, he had a date with some knitting needles.

  Knitting…so unfair.

  Unfortunately, that evening when he arrived at Riley’s, he saw other cars in the driveway.

  “What the…?”

  Dex opened her front door. “Hey there. What a surprise.” Dex looked down at the basket displaying Anson’s supplies and smirked. “Is that the basket Grandma made for you?”

  Anson dragged his cousin forward by his sweatshirt and threatened, “Not one fucking word, or you’ll find yourself having to explain to your mother why you let Maya do all those naughty things to you. The ones involving cameras.” His cousin had a secret kink about being filmed. Anson only knew because he’d accidentally watched the wrong DVD one night. And holy shit, his cousin could give lessons on paddling a woman’s ass.

  Dex paled. “You wouldn’t.”

  “I would. Behave and keep quiet or you’ll be sorry.”

  Dex looked like a thundercloud but clamped his mouth shut. “Controlling asshole.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Nothing.” Robbed of his ability to make fun, Dex yanked Anson inside and slammed the door after him. “Hey Riley. Asshat is here.”

  “Funny.”

  “Enjoy your knitting.
” Dex walked back to Maya and started whining about what a prick Anson was.

  The truth hurt, but he was used to it. Anson grinned, noted Jack and Ann sitting around waiting for dinner, apparently, and realized he wouldn’t be having any alone time with Riley tonight. Well, crap.

  She sat on the couch, frowning at her own supplies. A skein of yarn, two knitting needles, and an instruction manual complete with patterns.

  This was going to be painful.

  She glanced up when she saw him, and her eyes darkened in remembrance. He could tell, because he felt the same rousing lust and affection seeing her again. Then she glanced at his basket. “I see you went all out. Bought supplies, huh?”

  Dex snorted.

  Anson said mildly, “Film at eleven,” and his cousin shut right up.

  “What?” Riley looked puzzled.

  “I’m here to accept your challenge.” He looked around at the smirking faces. “Hadn’t realized we’d have an audience.”

  “Don’t mind us,” Ann said. “We’re just here to witness the great Anson Black work some yarn.”

  “And laugh,” Jack added, ignoring Anson’s glower.

  “And laugh,” Maya agreed with a snicker. “Anson Black knitting. Where is my camera?”

  “No cameras,” Dex blurted.

  “What?”

  “Nothing. Come on, let’s get dinner on.”

  “Great. I’m starving.” Anson had once again forgotten to have dinner.

  Riley shook her head as she looked him over. “You never seem to eat enough. You’re a big guy. You need your protein.”

  “I could say the same about you. Protein’s great for keeping you going.” And damn, did he want to feed her a special protein readying just for her.

  She glanced away from him and tried to hide her laughter.

  “I sincerely hope those aren’t sexual references,” Ann said primly, sounding like the second grade school teacher she was. “Not before dinner.”

  “Instead of assuming he means her going down him, maybe he meant he could be eating her. For dinner, I mean. Sexually,” Jack said. Everyone looked at him and he shrugged. “Hey, I tried.”

  “Dude, please.” Dex made a face. “I’m working with meat over here.”

  “Meat.” Maya wiggled her brows.

  “How about salad? You got any of that?” Jack asked, and Ann dissolved into laughter.

  Not sure how the hell the conversation had devolved, Anson glanced at Riley to see her studying him with intensity. “What did I do now?”

  “Nothing.” She looked down at his basket.

  “Hey, I like to be prepared. I have two skeins of high quality quarter inch yarn in case we make something large. I made sure the dye lots are the same, and I brought two size nine needles, as well as a pair of scissors and some patterns for you to look at.”

  She blinked. “Wow.”

  “I research before tackling a new project,” he hurried to explain before she got the wrong impression.

  Dex muttered something under his breath.

  Anson growled out his final warning. “Swear to God, I’ll email Aunt Connie before I go to bed tonight.”

  “All right!” Dex yelled. “Touchy bastard.”

  Riley laughed. “I love cousin arguments. They’re as much fun as watching Maya and Ann ‘disagree’—as Ann puts it.”

  Ann shot her an obscene gesture, which only made Riley laugh harder. Then she patted the spot next to her for Anson. “And on that note, come sit by me, sport. Now let’s get crackin’. I’m sure I’ll be getting my closure sooner than later.”

  Anson contained a groan, as in her haste to cast the yarn on the needle, she nearly poked herself in the eye. Then Maya swore as the smell of burnt meat filled the kitchen.

  He leaned close to Riley and whispered, “I am so damn hungry, and now dinner’s been delayed. Seriously, I’d be happy to eat you up in the back room. Dessert before dinner. I’d love to lick something sweet.”

  She bit her lower lip. “Not here, Anson.” Then she shoved him back and put a little bite in her response. “You are so not going to win this, auction boy. Oh yeah, you’re going down.”

  He wished.

  Chapter Five

  Riley had had an eventful week. Friday night wine with the girls sounded like just her speed, and she appreciated that her best friends hadn’t forgotten about her even though they’d both landed the men of their dreams.

  Work seemed to be going better than ever. Her new détente with Anson made it easier for her to see him without wanting to slap him upside the head. Of course, now all she thought about when she spied his pretty face was the need to go down on him. Color her perverted, but she preferred lust over irritation.

  Life was good. Except… She blew out a frustrated breath as she readied the house to host the girls.

  Knitting.

  Bleh. Why the hell had she thought it would be so easy? Her mother had created amazing crafts from knitting and crocheting. Riley had watched the woman do it for twenty years. It should have been easy stitching that first row. But it had taken two days just to get over being able to hold the stupid needles while making that first knot. Loop. Whatever.

  She’d watched a YouTube video until her eyes threatened to bleed, then begged her mother for tutoring this weekend. Her mother, having heard the reasons behind the lesson, had laughed and laughed. Especially since she’d been after Riley to learn how to knit at a young age, but Riley couldn’t stand it.

  She wondered if Anson had had any better luck. Oddly, the thought he might beat her didn’t bother her as much as it once had. Oh man. A few orgasms and I’m growing soft. What is wrong with me?

  Annoyed at herself for losing her competitive edge, she gave herself a pep talk, a What-Would-Maya-Do moment—because that girl could hold a grudge like nobody’s business—and finished setting out the food for the evening. One thing Riley loved to do, host parties. Between the preparing, cooking and serving, she felt at one with the universe.

  Maya and Ann arrived. But they hadn’t come alone.

  Shelving her disappointment and resolving to give her friends a stern lecture later about girl—not boy—power, she smiled and welcomed everyone inside.

  “Oh, we’re not staying,” Jack announced.

  “You’re not?” Things were looking up.

  Then Anson entered behind them. “Sorry. Had to grab something from the car. Oh, hi, Riley.”

  Hi. Such a bland word for the way he stared at her like a starving man. She accepted the bottle of wine he offered, not making eye contact for fear of making a fool of herself in front of her friends, and mumbled her thanks.

  “Get started on the wine, ladies,” Riley said as she moved to the kitchen with the bottle. She’d chill it for a bit before serving.

  “I’ll be back in a minute, guys,” she heard Anson say. “Riley? Can I talk to you in private?”

  “Hell. Don’t piss her off too much,” Dex cautioned. “’Cause if I have to hear from Maya later about what a jackass my cousin is, I’ll throttle you.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” Anson grabbed a hold of Riley’s arm and gently prodded her to precede him down the hall to her bedroom.

  “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Ann yelled, and the others laughed.

  How embarrassing. Riley was getting turned on by his tight grip and the notion the others might think they’d get up to something naughty while they waited. Not that she hadn’t already done that, but…

  Once inside her bedroom, she pulled herself out of Anson’s grip, the wine bottle still in hand, and turned to glare at him. “Do you mind?”

  “Read that.” He nodded to the folded paper rubber-banded to the bottle.

  She hadn’t noticed it before. “What is this?”

  “Read it and see.” He leaned against the doorjamb, looking smug and strangely excited. “And hurry. If I don’t get back soon they’ll skin me alive.”

  She pushed the rubber band aside and unfolded the paper. Blood w
ork results?

  “See? I’m clean.”

  It took her a moment before she realized he’d gotten himself tested. For her. And so quickly. As expected, Anson was in perfect health. Her body flooded with arousal, and she had to clear her throat to speak. “Oh, um. Great. Congratulations.”

  Anson laughed softly, his gaze speculative. He pushed the door closed behind him and locked it. Then he pulled her toward him.

  Expecting a kiss, maybe a little groping before he took off with the guys, she was unprepared when he reversed their positions and pushed her belly-first against the door.

  When she tried to turn around, he put a hand between her shoulder blades to keep her still. Then he nuzzled her cheek.

  “Remember what I said about wanting to fill you up?” he whispered and nipped her ear.

  “Anson,” she whispered back, unbearably aroused. More so at being held down. “They’re out there.”

  “So? It’s nothing we haven’t done before.” He chuckled. “I’ll make it quick.”

  “But you…” she trailed off as a zipper sounded overly loud in the quiet. Then his fingers were unsnapping her jeans and pushing them and her panties down her thighs.

  God. He wasn’t really going to take her here, now, was he?

  “Oh God. Do it.”

  “I’ve been waiting for this. I’m gonna come hard inside you, aren’t I?” He rubbed against the seam of her ass, thick and solid against her cheeks.

  “No condom?”

  He moaned and ground harder. Then he pulled her hips back and angled himself behind her. The fit would be tight with her legs together, held by her jeans.

  “No condom. Just me and you and a lot of come.”

  She couldn’t help inviting him closer, rubbing her ass against him.

  He reached around her and fingered her clit, sliding through the cream he’d aroused. “That’s what I want to feel. But around my cock,” he growled and pushed inside her.

  The penetration felt immense. Hot and intrusive, and oh so good. He didn’t wait for her either, his desire apparent and stoking hers as he fucked her. Nothing but soft pants, fingers gripping her hips while he took her.