Key To Her Heart Ch. 05
Keywords: To, 05, Her, Heart, Key, Ch.,
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"You piss me off," she said slowly, not willing to let go of the anger yet.
"Yes," he agreed, stroking his hand down her back and then letting it come up to rest against the nape of her neck.
"You're ridiculous sometimes."
"Uh huh," he nodded, sliding his fingers into the thick fall of her blonde curls, slowly stroking through the silken tresses.
"You're incorrigible and arrogant," she added, turning her head so that he was rubbing her scalp with those talented fingers.
"All true," he said agreeably. "But you still want me."
It wasn't a question; it was a statement of fact. "Yes," she muttered angrily, as if admitting it were the hardest thing in the world.
Dillon chuckled, grabbing a handful of her curls and gently tugging her head back. "Will you stay?" he asked.
"You don't deserve it."
"Probably not, but I'm asking anyways." His head dipped, his lips brushing across her forehead. "So, Rylie Christine Moore, will you stay with me?" He punctuated every word with a kiss, ending with a soft, clinging touch against her mouth.
"Tonight?" she breathed, watching his eyes change from the soft amber to heated gold.
"That's a start," he said, bending his head again. "We can renegotiate tomorrow."
Rylie chuckled the sound becoming lost as his mouth covered hers, his tongue brushing against her lips, seeking entrance to the heat of her mouth.
Dillon filled his hands with the curves of her ass, groaning as he softly squeezed the taut muscles. He'd always considered himself a leg man, but with an ass as fine as this one, he might be willing to rethink that. "I want to see you in my bed," he growled against her mouth.
He felt her nod, reaching down and lifting her up in his arms, growling softly as she buried her face in his neck, her lips and tongue torturing him with nibbling kisses. He headed for the wide stairway, taking the steps two at a time and reaching the top quickly, not even breathing hard under her weight.
Turning, he headed down an open hallway, a wide railing blocking it off from the floor below. His room was the first one on the right and he kicked open the door, not even giving her time to look around before he dropped her gently in the center of a huge bed.
His hands went to the tie that was back around his neck, loosening the knot and tugging it over his head. He'd left his jacket in the truck, his fingers making quick work of the buttons on the front of his shirt, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. His shoes were kicked towards a wide closet door, and then he was kneeling on the bed, his hand coming down next to her shoulder. "Do you need anything out of your car tonight?" he asked hoarsely. "Luggage, makeup bag, anything?"
"I...I have a confession to make," she said slowly.
Dillon sat up, staring at her warily. "What is it?"
"I wasn't 'in the neighborhood'," she began, sitting up and pulling on the sling. The strap was beginning to hurt her neck so she worked to get it off. "I came out here to see you."
Dillon's smile was slow, but it built into a huge grin, his teeth shining whitely against the tanned skin of his face. "You missed me," he said.
"Just say it," she yelled at herself. "Open your mouth and say it. I'm pregnant! Two words, two tiny little words. Just do it!" "Yes," she said, wanting to kick herself for being such a coward. "I didn't bring anything with me, just some stuff in my purse."
"No luggage? You came out here just for the day?" His grin grew bigger. "I guess you kind of like me too, huh?"
"No, I just wanted to get your ass in bed," she said sarcastically. "Like I'm in the habit of taking every Tom, Fred, and Hairy Dick to bed," she groused.
"I'll let you borrow my tee shirt," he said, ignoring her tantrum and going back up on his knees, rising over her so that she fell back, the sling thrown off the side of the bed.
"That's so good of you," she moaned, as his lips found her throat. His fingers went to work on her shirt and he helped her pull it off of her bad arm, dropping a kiss on the bandage.
"I really am sorry, Rylie."
"You are really forgiven, biker boy. Now shut up and make love to me."
"Never let it be said that a Hunter didn't fulfill a lady's request," he said as she drew his head down to hers, her lips finding his.
She was demanding, her lips clinging, her hands moving over his body fiercely. She wanted the thrill of his touch, the passion that he roused in her to sweep away thoughts of babies and futures. She wanted to bask in the now because they might not have anything but a then after she told him the truth about why she was there.
He was gentle and tender, his lips hot and sensual against hers as he undressed her. He pulled her back, slowing her down when she rose above him, wanting to strip him bare, to feel the pleasure once more. Instead, he kissed her softly, his lips clinging to hers, wringing moan after whimper out of her until she became just a mass of quivering flesh under his torturous caresses.
There wasn't a part of her he didn't touch, from the soles of her feet to the roots of her hair, he stroked and petted, kneaded and rubbed, teased and tantalized her. When he finally rose above her, lifting her knees with his arms until she was spread open to him, she was begging for him to end her torture.
His cock slowly pushed through the slick lips that surrounded her weeping entrance, slowly sinking into the wet heat of her sleek flesh. He inched his way in even when she tried to force more, the position he was in giving him control. "You feel so good," he growled, his face buried in her throat, nipping gently.
"So do you," she said, her voice quivering. She wanted him to plunge and plunder but he took his time, slowly pulling out of her until just the tip of his cock lay in her throbbing flesh. Then he started over, always slow, always teasing her with his melting possession of her until she was begging under him.
"Dillon," she whimpered, her hands turning into claws against his back, the small half moons of her finger nails digging into his hips as she tried to speed him up. "I need you."
"Yeah," he growled, "you do." His hand touched her jaw, turning her face up so that she looked into his eyes. "You need me and I need you, baby."
She nodded, seeing something in his eyes, something that was more than sex, more than passion. She felt a jolt in her stomach, realizing what it was an instant before he began to move against her harder, taking away thought in a rush of passion and desire that had her keening his name.
He plunged into her, fucking her with hard, short jabs then long quick thrusts until her body clenched around him, shivering and crying out with pleasure as she came.
Dillon clenched his teeth, riding out her orgasmic storm until she once more lay quietly under him, her hands stroking his body. "Was it good for you?" he teased, licking at her earlobe with a provocative flip of his tongue.
"Hmmm, yes," she sighed, closing her eyes to savor the warmth that still flowed through her. She shrieked, grabbing him when he suddenly rolled, pulling her on top of him. Her eyes flew open, and she glared into his laughing golden eyes. "You find that funny, do you?" she growled, lifting up as if to pull off of his cock.
He grabbed her waist, holding her against him with desperate hands. "Not yet, baby. You ain't going nowhere."
"Aww, poor baby didn't get his?" she hissed, leaning down and nipping at his bottom lip.
He growled, making her giggle. "Come back here, wench."
"Wench?" she laughed harder.
"This isn't the time to be getting a giggling fit, Rylie," he said, his hands roaming over her with a need he could no longer deny.
But she wanted to play, tickling him with her slender fingers, nipping at his nose, his ear. She stroked him like he was a cat and he purred for her even as his hips moved under hers in desperate little jerks of need.
He took all he could handle before once more rolling her under him, his eyes fierce, the heat scalding as he stared down their bodies to where they were joined.
"Are you going to fuck bad little me now, biker boy?" she asked, giving him a coy look from under her lashes.
"Oh yeah, baby. You ready to hang on?" he panted.
"Give it your best shot," she smirked, only to groan a second later. She'd thought he'd fuck her hard and fast, had been prepared to be ravished. But instead, he gathered her in his arms, his hips moving with a lazy rhythm, one that belied the tension in his muscles that she could feel under her hands.
Soon she was thrusting back up against him, squirming in his embrace as she tried to get him to move harder, grinding herself against him with tiny whimpers of pleasure.
"Fuck me," she growled, her back arching, rubbing her breasts against his chest.
He laughed, complying to her wishes with a snarl of his own. He set up a pace that had the bed rocking and her body squealing in delight. It was over quicker than she'd thought possible, her body bursting into ecstatic flames of rapture, his jerking as he spewed his seed deep inside of her before collapsing against her.
Rylie laid under him, enjoying the weight of his body, luxuriating in the heavy, satiated feeling inside of her. She didn't want to move and told him so.
Dillon lifted his head from off the bed next to her shoulder, staring down into her face. "Then don't. Stay here, move in with me."
"W...what?"
* * *
Brandon waited until he felt Shanna sleeping, her body heavy, her breathing deep. She wouldn't wake up again tonight, he was sure.
He slipped from their bed, almost tripping over one of the cats who gave him a sleepy glare and then snuck up on the bed to curl in the spot still warm from his body. "Pain," he whispered at the cat, who blinked innocently and then closed its big yellow eyes, purring.
Heading out into the living room, he grabbed his robe off the back of the door, throwing it on and then grabbing his briefcase from the table. He turned on one of the small lamps next to the couch, sinking down into his chair and flipping open the catches to the case.
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Keywords: To, 05, Her, Heart, Key, Ch.,