Chapter 14
Trask didn’t have a plan.
All he understood was that he had to knock the bold and irreverent pixie on his bed for a loop.
He knew why she’d come into his room, and it wasn’t so he’d have a chance to air his grievances. It wasn’t even for sex, which she might have contemplated at some point. No. It was simply to bust his balls.
Well, the joke was on her. He wasn’t going to bend to her agenda. She was going to bend to his.
He just had to figure out exactly what that entailed.
The look in her incredible eyes as he stalked toward her was exhilarating.
Her nostrils were flaring and her entire body—if the twitching of her muscles was any indication—had suddenly gone on high alert.
Trask liked it. The more off balance he could keep Jett, the quicker he could regain control of the situation she’d just manufactured.
“Lay down,” he ordered.
“Excuse me?” she squeaked, looking at him askance, and unfortunately still appearing as sexy as hell
“Lay. Down,” he repeated, once he was within two feet of her position. He needed to keep the upper hand.
She looked up at him. Way up, and…
…complied.
Holy shit. He hadn’t expected such easy capitulation.
He’d already discovered that Jett posturing arrogantly was a total turn-on. But Jett supplicating herself at his demand? That was headier stuff than he’d encountered in a very long time. If ever.
“Okay, stud,” she attempted boldly. “Now what?”
Good question. But he couldn’t let Jett see any of his indecision or she’d pounce on it like a cat.
“Now, we do this apology thing my way.”
“Right. The apology thing.” Her brows came together. “I’m sorry I—”
He cut her off.
“Yeah. You owe me for putting me on the spot with my family, and I’m afraid mere lip service won’t cover the damage. You could have asked me if Diver Downeast had a position for you, but no. You had to blindside me so you’d be sure to get your own way. That kind of behavior doesn’t fly with me.”
She looked belligerent at that, and suddenly, he knew what he was going to do.
“Turn over.”
“Wha…?” Her face took on a dumbfounded cast.
“You heard me. Turn over.”
Trask knew at that moment that she was going to defy him. Her jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed.
“Sorry, but I didn’t come in here to get ordered around,” she clipped, still prone, but crossing her arms under her ample breasts and pushing them up impressively.
All that maneuver did was raise the hem of her t-shirt a little higher.
But not high enough.
What did the little spitfire have on underneath that T? Judging by the way her nipples poked through, he figured she’d eschewed a bra, but would she have dared to go commando while braving his lair?
His mouth went dry.
It was time to find out.
“No,” he countered. “You came in here to taunt me. To test my endurance. And you’ve done a good job. But now I’m all out of patience. So. Turn. Over.”
“Absolutely not,” she responded testily, sitting up and scooting toward the far edge of the bed as if to escape.
Trask lunged, and caught her by the ankle. “Uh, uh,” he said, really liking where this little tussle was going. “There needs to be consequences for you coming into my room uninvited.”
Her eyes widened, and her one azure orb almost looked black in the dim lighting, while the other, deep emerald green, sparked up at him as he slowly reeled her in.
He dragged her closer.
Closer…
Until…
Her hip was finally bared by the friction, giving Trask an almost glance at her ass, letting him know for certain that there were no panties underneath her shirt.
This time, saliva inadvertently filled his mouth.
Hell, yes.
He was about to get a glimpse of heaven.
Her hands came down to her sides and she tugged the material to keep it from rising up further as she attempted to scoot back once more, but it was a losing battle. Trask had a good, solid grip, as well as a lot of muscle over the toned wild-cat.
If she fought him, so much the better. Trask loved a good challenge.
Of course, he wasn’t a complete asshole.
If he felt like any of Jett’s terror was real, or if she was suddenly reduced to tears, he’d stop the nonsense and send her away. But all he was getting at the moment was a heaving chest, a quickened pulse in her neck, and a heightened awareness between them.
“Wha…what are you doing?” she asked, excitement warring with trepidation in her visage.
“What I should have done within hours of meeting you,” he growled. “You have a sassy mouth, and it’s past time for someone to teach you some manners.” He almost pounced to hold her in place, this time with his hands at her thighs, his face closing to within inches of hers.
Jett’s lips parted, her breath coming in small puffs.
She wanted his kiss. Of that Trask was certain.
And oh, he was so tempted to oblige. But if he did that, she’d quickly gain the upper hand. Trask had already learned that he was putty in her arms, and brainless once their mouths meshed, so that was off the table.
His hands moved up to her waist, and without warning, he lifted her up, spun himself to sit on the mattress, where he proceeded to muscle her body down and over his knees.
The t-shirt still covered her interesting bits, but only barely.
Jett shrieked, clearly shocked and affronted.
“Wha…? How dare you?”
Trask chuckled.
It was a damned good thing he knew his parents couldn’t hear what was going on up here. Years of fighting with his brothers had told him that no matter the level of noise, it wouldn’t carry to their room, which was a good thing. He had a feeling Jett was about to be very vocal.
When he didn’t answer, she began fighting him in earnest. “Touch me, and I swear you’ll be sorry,” she hissed, her fingernails finding and digging into his thighs.
Trask quickly gathered both her wrists into one of his hands and trapped them at the small of her back.
“Stop wiggling and I promise I’ll make this fast,” he lied.
There was nothing about this that he wasn’t going to take his time to enjoy. His cock had already gotten the message that he was about to lay hands on his lovely captive’s bare posterior, and the randy member burgeoned underneath her squirming belly.
“You are going to be so sorry for this,” she snarled, bucking without results.
Trask chuckled, then outright laughed. “Not before you are.”
“Wha…? She momentarily stilled. “Did you just…laugh at me?” Jett spluttered incredulously. “You asshole. All I got from you after trying to drag some cheer out of your grumpy ass all day, were grunts and scowls. And now that you think you have the upper hand, you freaking laugh?”
“Wait. Now that I think I have the upper hand?” he roared hilariously. This was turning out to be far too much fun.
“Just wait,” she warned, squirming some more. “Just wait!” she repeated loudly with a growl.
Trask swiped away the amusement-induced tears that threatened at the corner of one eye, then sighed heartily.
“Calm down, and this will be over before you know it,” he told her again.
“Screw you,” she heaved back.
“No thank you. But I will tell you you’re just making things harder on yourself.”
Slowly, inch by inch, he used his free hand to raise the hem of her shirt as his pulse ticked up.
The crease beneath her buttocks was revealed.
Lovely.
An absolutely spectacular delineation.
Trask, hardly ever impatient, suddenly couldn’t wait to see the rest.
He swept the material up to her waist in one flick of his hand, and…
Oh, Lord. He was so screwed.
Her ass was a thing of beauty. Taut, high, smooth as cream, and just begging to be reddened.
She stopped wriggling, and time stood still.
Crap.
Now that Trask had Jett exactly where he wanted her, he was hesitant to proceed. He was getting such a good look at her assets, he felt almost light-headed; like he could stare at her all day.
He swallowed hard.
Stop prevaricating, he told himself.
He knew what had to be done.
“This is going to hurt me as much as it hurts you,” he warned honestly.
Because seriously? His dick was currently hard as a pike and smooshed between the two of them, bent at an uncomfortable angle. And his suffering was only going to get worse once he started delivering Jett’s punishment. His erection was going to take that personally.
Wait.
First he had to make sure she was up for what he was about to dole out.
He sat still for one minute, then another…
Had Jett just raised her ass an almost imperceptible inch? Was her respiration now showing…excitement?
Damn. Trask suddenly hoped that Jett was on board with this, because he certainly planned to give it his all.
His palm smoothed over her warm skin, and he watched goosebumps rise.
Sweet.
And she didn’t flinch away.
He swept his palm over her skin once again, but before Jett could get too comfortable under his gentle touch, he raised his hand and brought it down with a resounding smack on one cheek.
Jett yelped, then eeped as he quickly laid another on her opposite side.
“You’ll regret this,” she snapped fervently from between clenched teeth as Trask brought down another spank, but she sounded…breathless, and wiggled down onto his cock.
Trask’s pulse ticked up.
He was damned enthralled with the way Jett’s skin reddened so nicely, and after a few more open-palmed slaps, he was a goner. She’d long since stopped complaining and had began moaning.
Any residual annoyance Trask had maintained from her actions earlier, was suddenly vanquished.
He wanted more of those appreciative groans.
He began changing his approach from punishment to…enticement.
He ran his palm lightly over Jett’s flanks, enjoying their twitch. He landed a few more light blows; alternating spots to maximize her pleasure. He bent and kissed the heat he’d raised as she whimpered, totally unprepared when she ground down even more into his burgeoning dick.
Her actions knocked Trask for a loop.
It was completely unexpected.
“More,” she hissed, using his prick for added stimulation.
Trask knew he should stop; knew she was getting the upper hand, even though he had the advantage physically. He’d felt the tables turn, and feared she now had all the power.
But…fuck it.
He let her hands go, reached between them into his briefs, and straightened himself out. If they were doing this, Trask would make sure they’d both got the most out of it.
She didn’t move once he released her, and he took that as permission to continue.
He brought his hand down again and again on her pinkened cheeks, then began working his way toward the crease of her thighs.
He needed to see…
“Are you wet for me, Jett?” he asked, almost not recognizing his own voice for how smokily it emerged.
“Find out,” she urged raspily, and without him asking, she spread her legs.
It was Trask’s turn to nearly moan as he slowly dragged his fingers across her flaming skin, causing her to grunt before he dipped them into…
Paradise.
Freaking paradise.
Jett wasn’t just wet. She was soaked. Her slickness covering his digits as he delved eagerly between her nether-lips.
He couldn’t help himself. Trask slid the tips of his fingers up and down Jett’s silk, eventually coming to rest on her distended clit, which he pinched.
She let out a scream.
“Yes! There. Please,” she almost sobbed.
Trask knew he was in way over his head, but he was lost. He couldn’t pull back. His excitement matched hers, and he was going for it, consequences be damned.
Reluctantly removing his fingers from the heaven he’d found, he grasped onto Jett’s waist and proceeded to slide her body around his until she lay, face-first on the bed.
Quickly, before the disappointment coming out of her mouth could ramp up, he moved in behind her on his knees, lifted her hips into the air, and thrust his tongue into her honey.
They both groaned.
This wasn’t at all what Trask had planned, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.
All of a sudden, this was about maximizing Jett’s pleasure. And he knew exactly how to do it.
Pushing his tongue up inside her, he reached forward and found her clit, grasping the small, sensitive button between his thumb and forefinger to give it a prolonged squeeze again.
“Harder,” Jett gasped.
He complied, and…
Hell.
Trask was in such trouble.
Jett obviously enjoyed her sex-play rough.
Which was just the way Trask liked delivering it.