Cherise Sinclair - Edge of the Enforcer

As she obeyed the verbal restraint, she felt even more helpless than before. His arm held her leg up, his weight held her pinned to the bed, and his shaft was filling her so, so full. Instead of pounding her, he gradually withdrew only to bury himself in stages, rotating his hips to hit new places.

His finger slid over the tiny ball of nerves, around, on top, relentlessly rubbing one side, before bringing the other side up. Between his cock and his touch, every nerve swelled until she couldn’t tell if sensations were coming from her clit or from within. Her legs quivered as her thighs tensed, her stomach tensed, her arms…

Sweat dampened her temples. “I’m going to come,” she whispered, straining upward toward his teasing.

“Yeah, baby, you are.”

“You come too.”

His gaze was tender. “Right after, pet.” He kissed her lips lightly, and his finger slid from one side of her clit to the other, sending her up, up, up.

As she hovered on the pinnacle for the most perfect moment, she heard him murmur, “I like to watch you get off.”

And ever so slowly he pulled back, until only the tip of his erection pulsed at her entrance. Staring into her eyes, he slammed in, hard and deep.

Oh, oh, oh. Everything inside her clenched around the intrusion, stopping the entire world before spasming over and over. The overwhelming pleasure seized her, engulfed her until her nipples tingled and her skin shimmered with sensation.

“Sweet,” he murmured, and as he’d promised, his cock pistoned into her hard enough to hit the edge of pain, the edge of helplessness, before he set his forehead against hers. The cords stood out on his neck, his jaw was tight, as he let himself go, filling her with his heat.

In the gathering twilight, deVries surveyed the outside of Lindsey’s duplex. Golden Christmas “icicle” lights hung from the roofline; red ones bordered the windows and door. The trees were outlined in blue. Multicolored lights ran up each side of the walkway. “Not bad.”

Next to him, Xavier brushed dirt off his hands. “Agreed. The ladies should be pleased.”

“You’re not doing your place?” deVries asked as he picked up the tools.

“Abby requested some decorations outside; however, since you can’t see the house from the street, we didn’t do much. Thanks for using Abby’s trimmings from last year—you made her very happy.” Xavier glanced at the trees. “I did happen to notice there are more lights than she mentioned.”

DeVries ignored the comment, because, yeah, he’d bought a few extra strands. He had a fondness for blue. And the trees looked fucking good. The whole place did. He’d never put up Christmas lights before—never had a house to decorate. It was surprisingly satisfying. “Let’s get this stuff put away. Want a beer?”

“I do.”

***

In her kitchen, Lindsey poured a measure of vanilla into the fudge, inhaling the fragrance of chocolate. The sound of the candy bubbling blended with the strains of “O Holy Night” drifting in from the living room. “Now we have to stir—and stir—and stir.”

“No problem.” Finished chopping up walnuts, Abby took a sip of wine and gestured toward the hearth, where Blackie slept next to a Santa doll. “I love the decorations.”

“I’ve been having fun.” Scavenging and crafting required ingenuity. Keeping Zander from buying her anything she wanted took even more. She’d relented and let him buy a Christmas tree, drawing the line at decorations. Paper ornaments would look just fine. “Somehow I wasn’t in the mood last week. Now…”

Humor lit Abby’s face. “Amazing how a relationship can affect a person’s spirits. You’re looking pretty settled in, though. Are you feeling like San Francisco is becoming home?”

“Home? No, Texas is where I belong and always will be.” She regretted her lapse when Abby frowned.

“Your ex is keeping you out of the entire state?”

“For now.” Until certain people are behind bars. I hope. “You know, when I was little, I used to dream about living on a big ranch filled with cattle and horses and children. And a gorgeous husband, of course.”

“Of course,” Abby said in a dry voice. She took the bowl from Lindsey. “My turn to stir. It sounds as if your dream changed…”

“A bit.” Lindsey poured more wine in Abby’s glass and her own. The buzz of the sweet ice wine hummed in her veins. “I found I don’t like cattle so much, let alone the fencing, culling, feeding, vaccinating and deworming and delousing, pasturing, and breeding.” She frowned. “Same with the horses. I enjoy riding, but I don’t want to do the work.”

“That makes sense.” Abby’s face pinkened as she worked at stirring. “How about living in the country?”

“I did love that.” Lindsey popped a walnut in her mouth. “Still, I love the city too. And how tolerant everyone here is.”

“Mmm, I bet that’s different, all right.” Abby smiled. “I’m glad—I’d miss you if you left San Francisco.”

“Me too.” She really would; however, it didn’t matter. “But Texas is home.”

DEVRIES STOPPED OUTSIDE the kitchen feeling as if he’d spotted an IED in front of his speeding Hummer. How had he not realized she still considered Texas to be home?

Maybe because he didn’t think of anyplace as “home”—something he needed to return to.

She had family in Texas.

She hadn’t talked about her people. Or her plans. Neither had he, but damned if he hadn’t just realized he’d been making some.

Unsettled, he walked into the kitchen, followed by Xavier and the black pup. “Lights are up.” He grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and handed one to Xavier.

“All right!” Lindsey pumped her fist in the air in victory. “I need to see. But we have to finish the fudge first. Want to take a turn stirring?”

“Sure.” He swallowed some beer before accepting the bowl from Abby. “I only have to stir, right?”

“Right.” Lindsey gave the candy a glance. “It’ll be a while. The shine has to go away.”

“The shine? It’s a liquid, babe. It will stay shiny.”

“It’s fudge, and it will change. Trust me, Oh-Enforcer-Man.”

Knowing her ass was probably still tender, he swatted her and got a cute squeak. “Watch it, Tex.” He drank in her giggle. He fucking loved her laugh.

“That reminds me, Enforcer-man.” Xavier removed his jacket and set it on a chair. “Do you want me to stop drafting you to discipline submissives?”

DeVries stopped stirring for a second. “I’m not sure. We’ve never discussed it.” We . Had a nice sound to it. He’d always figured being part of a couple would strangle him. Instead, the time with Lindsey was comfortable. Calming. Fun. He glanced over at her. “You got a choice in this too, babe.”

She bit her lip. “Well…” Face flushed from the heat in the room, long hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing a flannel shirt over a tank top, jeans, and bright-red-and-green fluffy socks. Seriously cute.

“Spill it.”

“I feel small-minded, but it would bother me seeing you touch other women.”

Good . At least that was mutual, since anyone touching her would end up with busted fingers. “I’m okay with that. And men?”

Her lips curved. “I’d probably enjoy watching you beat on guys.”

“All right,” Xavier said. “Zander, I’ll save you for male discipline and give Ethan or Mitchell the females. Ethan might be a bit too soft-hearted, though.”

“Worthington is a nice guy,” deVries said, able to acknowledge it now.

“I had a chat with HurtMe,” Xavier continued. “And I referred him to one of the kink-friendly counselors in town. Apparently he wants a Master so badly he’s misinterpreting what happens during a scene.”