Page 34 of Taking Charge (Lone Star Burn 4)
“Not well, but I haven’t said anything about it yet, and that seems to drive sales.” Lucy glared down at the machine again. “This might sound stupid, but I have a weird bond with this toy. It was the first one I saw when I opened the box, and it intimidated me. I’ve been avoiding it ever since. I’m half convinced it knows I’m afraid of it, and that’s why it tried to kill me. It won today, and it knows it.”
David held back another laugh only because she was speaking seriously again, not because what she was saying was any less funny. She really did hate that machine. He wanted to do something for her. He’d spent the last two weeks trying to find out who had called her and what trouble, if anything, Ted had brewing. So far his attempts to help her hadn’t achieved much. This problem, however, was one that seemed easy enough to resolve. “Does it come with directions?”
She looked from him to the toy and back. “Yes, but they’re impossible to make sense of.”
David put his hands on her hips and shifted against her. “I’m sure we could figure it out together.”
She frowned. “You’d want to try it?”
“Get on it? No,” he clarified. “Figure out if it does anything you’d enjoy—sure. I told you I have no problem with toys.”
She leaned back so she could see his face better, and at that, he moved her across his quickly hardening cock. “You don’t have to pretend to like something you don’t.”
David hugged her tighter and tried to concentrate on the topic and not how good her breasts felt against his chest. “What makes you think I’m not being honest?”
He hated the question as soon as he heard himself voice it. He’d already lied to her about where he’d gone that day he looked up the properties Ted had purchased and compared them to the area being tested for deep oil pockets. He’d lied about whom he’d been talking to when she caught him asking Tony’s brother, Dean, if he knew the sheriff in Mavis. He’d always considered himself an honest man. Lies were for those who weren’t brave enough to stand up for what they believed in. Though he still thought it was necessary, the only way he could protect Lucy, it was beginning to get harder and harder to look her in the eye and not confess.
Lucy studied his face for a long moment. He looked away, hoping she couldn’t see the guilt in his eyes. She touched his face gently. “You said you liked them, but I think you said that to make me feel better about what I’m doing. Otherwise, you would have asked to try one of them—”
David groaned. Although he’d had sex with Lucy almost every night since they’d come back from Fort Mavis, he hadn’t pushed to use the toys. As crazy as it sounded, even to himself, he’d wanted her to get comfortable with where they already were before moving forward again. She’d felt rushed, and he’d tried to spend the last two weeks with her building a stronger foundation for their relationship.
This toy was different, though. It represented more than possible pleasure for her. She saw it as something that could beat her. He wanted to take the power away from the machine and give it back to her. He kissed her lips and rested his forehead on hers. “I didn’t want you to feel any more pressured than you already did, so I figured I’d wait until you brought them into our bedroom. However, if you want to hog-tie and tame this one, I’m game.”
Chapter Seventeen
Up in Lucy’s bedroom, David and Lucy sat on the floor with the machine, all of its pieces, and the directions spread out on a towel. They were reading over the instructions like a couple about to build a cabinet together.
“It recommends using lube. Do you have any?”
Lucy blushed and went to open a drawer on the table beside her bed. She returned and put it on the towel beside the machine. “Check.”
David picked up the remote control. “It seems safer to use this than try to control anything from the main panel once you’re on it.”
Lucy noted the look of concentration on David’s face and laughed softly. “You’re so serious.”
He gave her a lopsided grin. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
She leaned over the machine and planted a kiss on his lips. “That’s sweet.”
David kissed her back, then, like a kid figuring out a new toy at Christmas, he said, “It’s not as complicated as it looks. Watch. These buttons are all for the top part. This one is for rotation. That one, vibration. This one moves it up and down. That’s the face slapper. I’d avoid that while you’re on it.” He pointed to the second row of buttons. “This one gives the base that hop you discovered earlier. I bet the big button next to it turns it off in an emergency. They should make it red so people would know.” He handed the remote to Lucy. “See if I’m right.”
Lucy was reminded of the time she tried to learn how to fly a drone. There were a lot of possible combinations, but as she went through the various modes, she kept testing the big button, and David was right—it shut everything off. That part was reassuring.
What she couldn’t yet see, though, was what anyone found sexy about it. She had no desire to sit on it and start it up, either alone or while David was watching. She put the remote down and sighed. It’ll be the shortest review ever: “Scary as hell if you’re alone; a complete flop if you’re not.”
Lucy looked across at David, ready to admit defeat. “Do you find anything sexy about this?”
His gaze warmed. “Yes. You.”
She felt a familiar heat spread through her. Two weeks of David should have taken the edge off how much she wanted him, but it hadn’t. All it took was one look, one glimpse at the hunger in his eyes, and her body began to hum for his. They didn’t have to touch for her to get wet. Her body knew his so well now that she could lick her own lips and taste his.
Lucy pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor behind her. She unclasped her bra and did the same. While he watched, she suckled on one of her fingers until his lips parted, then brought it to his mouth. He took her hand in his and wrapped his lips around her finger. His tongue circled it.
He went up onto his knees and removed his own shirt, then kicked off his shoes and socks. Lucy slid off the rest of her clothing and then helped him out of his.
They rolled onto the floor together beside the towel. His mouth was hungry for hers, then for the rest of her. She couldn’t get enough of him. Her hands ran over every inch of him, loving how he moaned from the pleasure of her touch.
Whatever else was wrong with her life, this was right. Being with David was something she’d never regret. He kissed his way down her neck, spent his time adoring and teasing each of her breasts, then moved lower.
He kissed her stomach while running his hands up and down her, wanting more and more of her. She knew exactly how he felt.
She parted her legs eagerly for him and cried out his name when he dove in and did what he’d learned she liked the most. This wasn’t a man experimenting with what he hoped his woman liked, this was a man who knew exactly how to send his partner out of control. He used his tongue, his teeth, those incredible fingers of his, until she was just about to climax.
Then the bastard stopped.
He lifted his head and smiled. She wanted to kick him, but she didn’t. She dug her hands into his hair and pleaded silently for him to finish.
He sat up and reached for the machine. While she considered all the ways she could kill him, he lubed it up, then growled, “Get on it, Lucy. We don’t have to turn it on, but I want to see you on it.”
Lucy shook her head to clear some of the sexual
daze she was in. Part of her wanted to refuse, but she was also already so revved up that the thought of plunging something inside her was tempting. Knowing she would do it while he watched was suddenly such a turn-on that she almost came from the thought alone.
She moved to stand above the machine, and at first thought she would squat down and take it inside her, but it was low enough so that wasn’t comfortable. She went down on her knees and hovered above it for a moment.
David dug his hand into her hair and kissed her deeply. His tongue plundered, and Lucy forgot all about everything but him. Easing herself down onto the mechanical shaft was like taking him inside her. It felt good.
David kissed his way to her neck again and whispered, “Should I turn it on?” He ran one hand down the front of her and caressed her clit while he waited for her answer.
“Oh yes,” she breathed.
He started with the vibration of just the dildo. Combined with his intimate touch, it was so good, she threw her head back and cried out for him to keep going.
The shaft inside her began to turn and caress her in a way that sent her spiraling back toward an orgasm. David continued to kiss her body while moving his fingers back and forth over her clit.
Lucy was nearly out of her mind. David stood, then gruffly ordered, “Take me in your mouth. I want to come when you do.”
She grasped his excited cock and brought him deeply into her mouth. The shaft inside her started to move up and down. Lucy did the same with her mouth on David. Having David in her mouth while feeling as if he were always plunging upward into her sex was excruciatingly exciting. Lucy came before David did, but she kept loving him with her tongue. The machine beneath her was relentless. It didn’t care that she’d already come. It kept twirling and thrusting up into her, just as David’s cock thrust deeper into her mouth.
“I’m going to come,” he said, giving her time to withdraw if she wanted.
She took him deeper, took the shaft inside her deeper, and came for a second time while he exploded in her mouth. He stepped back and reached for the remote, hitting the big button. Then he offered his hand to Lucy and helped her to her feet.
