Chapter 7

Seven

A half hour later, Dyson closed the door behind the last of the detectives. He propped himself in the doorway to the guest room, watching Shay soak in the moonlight.

She was as stubborn as she was beautiful.

So young to have so much weight on her delicate shoulders. A burden he wanted to relieve for her if she would only let him close enough to help.

Bautista had almost succeeded in taking her from him tonight. He'd be damned if he waited another day before making sure she understood she was his. Heart and soul.

Making her see through the wall she held firmly in place might prove the hardest damn thing he'd ever do in this life. When Bautista's goons broke through the sliding door, his instincts had kicked in, flooding his thoughts with nothing but protecting what he cherished most in the world. He'd never had to do that before. The battlefield carried a different set of emotions. Fighting this close to home shot his system full of fear, his mind screaming at him to take out the enemy. And he had.

Good thing he was just as stubborn as she was. Otherwise, going back in there and opening himself up to the same rejection his father dished out all his life might take him out faster than enemy fire.

He walked to where she stood by the upstairs window.

"What will it take for me to show you just how deep under my skin you are?"

He crossed the room in long strides and scooped her into his embrace, and buried his face in her hair, filling his lungs with her sweet smell. "Shay, this is it. The fear of losing you or you walking out is tearing my heart in half, and it fucking scares the shit out of me. Tell me what you want." He'd open a fucking a vein if it would help her understand his need for her.

"I saw fear in your eyes tonight when Bautista had his gun pointed at me. I've seen that fear before. Inside myself. Instead of running away from it or giving up, you showed me something else. You pushed back, which saved us both."

He watched as resolve replaced the panic she'd held so close before and he stared in awe.

"Tell me what to do, Shay, because I don't know anymore. I don't know how to make you see I'm worth having by your side. Or how much I love you."

She anchored her hands around his where he cupped her face.

S hay tightened her hold at the impact of his words. "You have it wrong, a mor . I'm not leaving." She pulled him tighter, closer. With their gazes connected, she continued. "If anything, you've proven to me that fear is just as powerful as love. That it can drive us to reach deeper than we've ever done in our lives. I had it all wrong, Dyson. You were right. Grabbing onto what we love and holding it tight can save us from ourselves."

God, she would do anything to erase the hurt she saw in the depths of his eyes. She had no intention of letting anything come between them again.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is if you still want me, us, I'm not going anywhere. I've been a fool, unable to see the gift of love right here, right now between us. I should have latched onto the love you offered six months ago." She was so lucky for such a patient man. "Maybe Bautista was just the thing I needed to have the blindfold ripped away."

"Then maybe I should be thanking the bastard." Dyson's voice washed over her, filling her with relief.

"Not so fast. I'm not sure I want to thank him. He almost killed the man I love."

"So you're not afraid anymore? Afraid of opening your heart to love? Mine in particular?" A small smile tilted the corner of his lips and she melted into his soft touch on her face.

She shook her head. " Amor , I'm scared out of my mind. Not of opening my heart to let you in, not anymore, but of never knowing what it's like to wake up to your smile every single day of my life."

Dyson eased his hands beneath the hem of her shirt to run the pad of his fingers along her abdomen. "Maybe we should see what it's like to make real love then?" He lifted the edge of her cotton T-Shirt and pulled it over her head to reveal her bare breasts. Warm air pushed between them to harden her nipples. His attention honed in on her.

Dyson slipped the tips of his thumbs into the band of her sweatpants, his mouth poised over hers a beat before he slowly dipped his head. His lips, soft and tender, pressed into hers, lingering. As if he wanted the special moment to last as long as possible.

He pulled back, kissing her from neck to bellybutton as he lowered himself to the floor. With each kiss, he removed her pants a little farther until finally she stood before him, her body—her heart— revealed for him to see.

A rush of desire washed over her, leaving small quakes of lust to rock her heated core—the heat almost beyond what she could bear.

He lowered his mouth. With a single tug and nip along her lower abdomen, he took control.

He wrapped his hands around her waist and she molded to his touch. With each kiss and lick across her skin, her heart had nowhere to go but straight to him. He made sure of it.

She whimpered and buried her hands in his hair.

Heat pooled between her swollen folds and overflowed to coat her thighs. He slipped a finger across her already swollen bud, pulling a gasp of delight from her.

"Show me the juices I know are already spilling down your thighs. Show me what's mine," Dyson demanded when she hesitated.

Fire blazed in his eyes, daring her to disobey. She wasn't one to disappoint, but teasing him a little more was too tempting to resist. She turned and walked to the window. Moonlight cascaded in, enough to highlight her against the darkness of the room. A small table to her left with a single yellow rose was the only other adornment in the guest room. Fitting, since it represented new love and promises. Like fate had a game plan all along.

She glanced over her shoulder to watch him reveal his body to her. With his jeans in a heap on the floor, he climbed on the bed and pushed himself up against the pillows, his hardening cock gripped in a firm hold.

Anticipation gathered and spilled warm liquid in the V of her legs.

She parted her thighs, the pale light illuminating her juices. He gripped his dick. "Touch yourself, precious."

His voice a raspy whisper shaded with a dark desire aimed for her alone. He wanted more? She could do that.

Cool night air surrounded her, caressing her exposed skin. Stoking the fire that grew from within.

But nothing compared to the heat she felt a brush against her clit as Dyson watched her part her legs even farther for him. She perched her foot on the corner of the nearby chair. The need to give him everything consumed her to the core. She sucked back a breath as she parted her pink pussy lips, her clit still sensitive from when he claimed her at the bungalow. He'd made her whole body weak from the power of her orgasm, yet here she stood drenched and ready for whatever he wanted.

How was that possible? How could this man have such power over her pleasure? It no longer frightened her, but sent a rush of anticipation through her.

"Jesus, baby. You're breathtaking."

"What now, Dyson?" Her voice low, husky with need.

"I can see smell all those sweet juices. Touch yourself; stroke your finger across your wet flesh."

Shay lowered her hand to do as he asked, fingers poised just above her soft pink folds, ready to sink her fingers into her channel.

"No," he demanded roughly. "One finger only. One finger, from pussy to clit." She loved how his voice reached into her, guiding her hand as his own.

She locked their gaze, her womb vibrated with building tremors, ready to cum for him just from watching him stroke his dick.

He fisted his engorged cock, the head swollen with its own need for release. She knew the feeling. A moan escaped, and she bit her lip, forcing herself to focus. She had plenty of experience in making herself orgasm. Now she wanted Dyson to make her cum.

His gaze darted to her mouth, his own lips parted as if he wanted to be the one doing the biting. Heat flushed her skin. Shay trailed her hand from her breasts down along her abdomen, his eyes fixated on her every move.

She parted her folds, placing a single finger at her heated entrance. It was too much. She needed to take the edge off. Just a little. Her pussy clenched as she sank a finger, then two in her soaked channel. She flung her head back, her core trembled and her knees grew weak. She slowly withdrew her fingers only to push them back in.

She moaned low and long.

So good, but her body already ached for more. Ached for him.

She straightened, her vision clouded with pleasure.

"Ahh…that will cost you, precious." His gravely tone held a delicious and sinful promise she hoped he fulfilled.

Dyson pushed up from his reclined position on the bed and crossed the room. With determination set in his features, he advanced on her.

Deeply grooved muscles rippled with each step, his attention locked on her. Her eyes darted between the dangers of the molten fire shining in his eyes and the massive cock that bobbed against his abdomen.

Panting, flutters of anticipation tickled the bottom of her stomach and worked up her chest. She withdrew her drenched fingers.

He took a final step, stopping just out of her reach. "Suck them clean, baby. Taste your sweet nectar and see why I can't get enough of you on my tongue."

Heat flushed her cheeks. She'd never actually done something so erotic as to taste her own girl-cum. Hadn't she wondered what they tasted like earlier? She cast her eyes downward at the thought. Could she do as he demanded? Sure, she'd kissed him after he'd gone down on her, but she'd never taken a sip directly from the well, so to speak.

She looked up, licking her soft lips. His eyes darkened to a rich, golden brown, filled with something more than just lust and desire, challenging her to do as he commanded. "Let me help." He stepped into her space and grasped her wrist in a firm but gentle hold.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he wrapped his warm lips around one finger then the next. The hot liquid of his mouth teasing her senses.

"Now it's your turn, precious." God, she hated pet names, but when he looked at her and uttered them with such gentleness, her heart melted.

With his fingers enclosed around her own, he guided them back to her opening.

Shockwaves rocked her core with the slightest brush of her fingers.

He pushed their joined fingers past her snug entrance and deeper into her cunt.

"Please, Dyson." She was so close.

"Not yet." His voice anchored her to the here and now, but all she wanted was to give in to the lustful desires to cum and fall over the edge with all the new emotions overtaking her.

"Soon," he repeated, his voice pitched lower, tight with control.

He withdrew their fingers and brought them level with her mouth. "Suck them like you do my cock."

From under hooded eyes, he watched as she leaned closer, easing her lips around a single digit of his while offering hers to him. He wasted no time in sucking her clean, his tongue doing a delicious wrap around her finger that made her think of how she wanted to wrap her tongue around another body part of his.

A brisk ocean breeze broke past the half-closed curtain, cooling her overheated skin, but the tropical wind was a small relief from the fire that consumed her.

She'd been so enchanted by their foreplay she'd lost track of where they were. Waves crashed against the sand.

Dyson pulled her flush against him. Her more feminine body molded to his rock-hard body.

"You look beautiful in the moonlight, baby, but I love the way the strokes of sunlight kiss your smooth skin. You looked like a goddess in the golden light of the sunset today. You took my breath away. Just like you're doing now."

He twirled her around to face out toward the water beyond the window, settling a hand over her abdomen. "See how the light teases the water?" His words played in her loose hair when he whispered close to her ear. "How it strokes the surface? That's how your body responds to my touch. Always moving, seeking more."

Shay's heart skipped a beat at the seductive words. She reclined her head against his shoulder, allowing him better access to her neck as he kissed his way down. Soft lips caressed her in between small nibbles along her jaw and throat.

He eased his hands slowly down the sides of her body, stoking the fire hotter. She arched, thrusting her ass against his pulsating thickness.

His cock slipped between her thighs. Sensations threatened to take over, and her eyes fluttered closed when he pushed a finger past her folds in search of the pearl nestled there.

She bit back a scream of pleasure from the light strokes he administered to her overly-sensitive bud. "Baby, open your eyes. Look at how the light caresses you as I pleasure your beautiful body." He flung the curtain back. Beams of moonlight flooded the room, bathing her body with its coolness.

She pulled away from the window, but a firm hand held her in place, pressing her closer. He did that a lot. Directing her moves when she wanted something else. "Trust me, baby. I won't let anything happen. You're safe here. With me."

She knew he told the truth. "Forever?"

Shay turned slightly to look into his eyes. Her body relaxed from the truth she saw in the depth of his gaze.

"Forever, baby." He held her gaze for one heartbeat. Two. Three. And right then, there was nowhere in the world she rather be than with her Marine.

He pushed any lingering worries to the back of her mind with a kiss so deep she lost herself completely to him.

He broke their kiss. "Open for me." Unable to deny the excitement his touch brought her, Shay placed her foot on the chair again, ready for whatever he had in mind.

Callused hands parted her legs, his cock pressing against the crack of her ass. "Place your hands on the windowsill for me."

She did as he commanded and bent over. A swift smack landed on her left butt cheek, followed by warm licks and kisses. Her back arched against the surprise, sending a warm flush of heat up her body straight to her nipples.

"Lean farther. I want more of you." His words were rough with the same need that echoed deep within her.

His tongue bathed her from clit to ass in one long lash. Shay bit her lip, shocked. He parted her cheeks more and breathed against her heated flesh. "Not today, but soon I'm going to claim every part of you, Shay." He swirled a finger around the small back entrance, pressing lightly.

She turned to look at him over her shoulder. His thumb stroked her asshole while his other worked her clit. Excitement rushed her head on from the overwhelming sensations bombarding her senses.

She'd almost walked out on this. All because of fear. She didn't know how she would save her business or fix the other myriad of problems mounting in her life, but she knew one thing. As long as Dyson Ward was there, everything else would fall into place.

She rocked her hips and let her eyes slip closed.

It took a man strong enough for the both of them to face the fear, to teach her just how powerful a connection love could be. Her heart swelled, and she silently made a promise to herself to push past her fears and allow love a place in her life.

Dyson dragged his hot, wet tongue over her one last time and made her suck in a harsh breath. He stood, pressing his cock to her pussy.

"Look at me, baby."

She turned, taken aback by the handsome man she now called her own. He thought she looked beautiful in the moonlight, when he was stunning in every sense of the word. Rugged and so powerful. Gentle in his touch, yet so strong. For her and for them.

"I want you to know you're safe. Here in my arms, my bed, my life. And if the day ever came when I wasn't here by your side, my love would still be with you—still live on in your heart. No amount of space or time will ever rob you of that. Promise me you understand."

Tears clogged her throat. All he ever wanted was to be loved. She saw that now. She must have hurt him deeply when she'd turned him away before.

"I do, amor. More than I could ever explain." Relief flitted across his face, and she smiled in return. "Now fuck me hard, claim me and make me yours. And Dyson, I want your baby."

"Fuck, that's sexy as hell to hear from your lips."

He gripped her hips and edged his shaft to her entrance. With one thrust he buried himself balls-deep in her silk, velvety pussy. He paused and she pushed back, her body stretching to accommodate his full length.

A mixture of passion and love crashed over her. Her senses on overload, all thoughts washed away, leaving her with nothing but pure pleasure.

"So close, baby. So close." She anchored her hands on the sill and spread her legs farther as Dyson began to move within her in long strokes.

Hints of ocean air drifted over them, and she revealed in the kaleidoscope of sensations.

"Harder. Faster, Dyson."

He followed her demand, his thrusts deep, rocking her past anything she'd ever felt before. Love had a way of changing so much.

"Get ready to cum for me, baby. I want our juices mixing." She pushed back against him. Ready. Oh, so ready.

"Take me, amor. I'm yours," she breathed out between gasps of air.

Their bodies fused as white-hot electricity shot through her. Jets of his seed pumps deep within her releasing her own orgasm. Warm liquid flooded her core are their juices mix, their lives finally entwined.

He pulled her up from her bent position to cradle her close to his chest. His heart pounded against her cheek, and she smiled.

"Mine," he purred in her ear.

"Mine," she whispered back with a soft touch to his heart with trembling fingers.

"It's yours, baby. And everything else I have to give you. We'll figure it out. Just know you don't have to face anything on your own again."

Dios, she was so lucky. "I know we'll figure it out. The shop, Abigail's tuition, even Bautista."

She raised a brow at the playful smirk that tipped the corners of his mouth just seconds before he threw her.

A yelp escaped her lips as soft bedding engulfed her from all sides. She laughed for the first time in a very long while and felt it deep in her soul. "The night's not over, and I have an insatiable thirst for mango and vanilla, it seems."

He pinned her to the bed, each arm anchored with a hand at her wrists. He started just above her sex and licked his way up, only pausing long enough to nibble on her stomach before stopping at her heavy breasts. He popped a pink nipple in his mouth and sucked hard and long on the tender, pillowy flesh. "I finally have my precious treasure."

She couldn't agree more. Shay closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasures of loving her Marine.

T hank you for reading Red Hot Naughty Vixen! Read on for the third and final book in the Red Hot Steamy Romance series, Red Hot Dirty Bosses— A sizzling stand-alone ménage office romance between two marines and their sassy assistant!