Wild (Wild #1)

Five

"Breakfast, Sugar?" I woke her up the next morning with my lips trailing down her sweet body. She moaned and arched before pulling away from me and turning on her side. I laughed. Did she think she could escape me? "Not a breakfast girl?" I lifted her arm and arched it above her head, entwining our fingers while I trailed my lips down the underside.

"Not a morning person," she mumbled into her pillow, her strawberry hair a mass of tangles across my white sheets. I blew soft breaths along the underside of her arm, over her ribcage to her breast where her soft pink nipple pebbled from the cool air.

"Well, I'm definitely a morning person, and if you stay here much, you will be too." I leaned in and snagged her nipple between my teeth.

"Lane," she moaned and turned, capturing my face between her palms.

"It's Wild, baby." I captured her lips with my own and crawled on top of her, caging her in with my arms, threading my fingers through her mass of waves.

"Wild," she emphasized my name with a roll of her eyes.

"You sure are sassy first thing, aren't you, sweetheart?" I mumbled before nipping at her bottom lip.

"Ow." She jerked away and put a fingertip to her mouth.

"Sensitive too, huh?" I trailed my lips down her throat to attach at her nipple again.

"Mmm . . ." She smiled and pulled me to her chest.

"So . . . Sugar . . ."

"Yes . . .?" she groaned as her hips worked in fevered circles underneath me.

"Are you an eggs and bacon kinda girl or pancakes and sausage?" I lifted my head with a smile, taking in her fiery green eyes.

"You shit."

I winked at her before pushing off the bed, giving her thigh a smack as I went.

"You're abusive." She launched off the bed, sheet wrapped around her, arms hugging her chest, her tits pushed up, and creamy flesh spilling over the top of the white sheet.

"You're fucking stunning." I arched an eyebrow as I took in her lush body under the outline of the soft cotton.

"You're ridiculous." She ran one hand through her waves. "Where's the bathroom?"

"That door." I nodded across the room. "Meet me in the kitchen when you're done."

"I told you I don't—"

"Don't make me punish that sweet ass, Sugar. I'll tie you to my bed and force-feed you if I have to." Her body stiffened at my words. Her eyes flicked from sassy desire to a look of alarm. I narrowed my gaze on her as she tightened her arms around her chest. She seemed to be shrinking, pulling in on herself.

"I was just kiddin', babe." I took two long strides to her and held her face in my hands.

"I know." She glared and then twisted out of my embrace and stepped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

I scrunched my eyes in confusion. Not sure what the fuck that was about. Maybe bondage was a hard limit for her? Shame because tying her to my bed and having my way with her whenever I wanted sounded like a dream come true.

I strode out of the bedroom as my mind replayed our wild night last night: Dillon drawing Kat's pink nipples into her mouth, Kat's hair flying in a red whirlwind around her shoulders, Kat dropping her panties and lifting her dress on my front porch. My dick lengthened in my jeans as I started cracking eggs into a bowl.