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  Bound To 2

  Bound to Pleasure

  Emma Black has a problem…he’s 6'2", sexy as sin, overbearing, and her best friend’s brother-in-law. Emma knows the wealthy, handsome, and charismatic Ronan will never see her as more than the annoying best friend…and maybe his chocolate hook-up.

  Ronan Kincaid has a problem…she’s black-haired, sexy as sin, a pain in his ass, and his sister-in-law’s best friend…and his chocolate hook-up. He’s wanted her from the moment he laid eyes on her, but a dangerous foe forced him to keep his distance.

  With the danger passed, Ronan sweeps Emma off her feet…literally…and into a world where all her darkest desires and fantasies are made reality with a simple, "Yes, Sir." Is she brave enough to trust in Ronan or will she let self-doubt steal their chance at happily ever after.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 45,323 words

  BOUND TO PLEASURE

  Bound To 2

  Piper Flynn

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  BOUND TO PLEASURE

  Copyright © 2016 by Piper Flynn

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  BOUND TO PLEASURE

  Bound To 2

  PIPER FLYNN

  Copyright © 2016

  Prologue

  Ronan Kincaid came awake in a rush, agonizing pain shooting across his shoulder and down his arm. He hissed in a breath as the pressure increased. “What the fuck are you doing?” He fought the large hands that held him to the uncomfortable bed.

  “You’re doing just fine, Mr. Kincaid. Calm down so I can take care of this wound. It’s mostly bluster. Not that I’m a doctor, mind you, but I’ve fixed up enough gunshot wounds to know this one is all talk and no walk. Shoulder wounds do hurt like a mean son of a bitch, for sure. Had a crazy meth head stab me in the shoulder back in ’99. It’s hard to believe people been killing themselves that long with that cooked-up drug. Seems crazy. Anyhow, I got stabbed and that sucker went plumb down to the bone. Yep, hurt like a mean son of a bitch.”

  Ronan heard the words spoken in that thick, slow Kentucky drawl. Wait, he was in Barton. At the Lodge or Jack’s cabin? Why the hell was he in this narrow-ass bed with a guy? As his eyes finally started to focus, he saw a large man leaning over him, cutting the shirt he’d put on this afternoon for his walk down to the lake shore. “Where am I?” Ronan asked. “What’s going on?”

  “You’re in an ambulance. It looks like you got in the path of a stray bullet from one of our fine local hunters. They don’t put much stock in things like seasons. If it’s moving, then it’s in season. Probably old Pete Winston. Man can’t see his hand in front of his face. I told Sheriff Briggs he needed to take away all them guns that near-sighted bastard has tucked away up in the hills. Big as you are, old Pete probably thought he’d got himself a bear!”

  The comment brought a round of laughter from the driver and sent the attending EMT into his own laughing fit. “This here is going to hurt, son. Some of the shirt went in with the bullet. You might want to breathe a bit and get ready to cuss a bit more.”

  Ronan hissed as the dried shirt finally came away from the wound. Son of a bitch. He was going to kill the asshole who shot him. Now he remembered. He’d been making his way to the lake for a swim when he’d seen someone step out of the woods take aim, and then blackness. He had to warn his family.

  * * * *

  Ronan lay in the hospital bed trying to act normal—well, as normal as one could act after being shot—but he had to talk to Jack and Connie alone. That gunshot was no accident. He’d seen the guy step out of the woods and deliberately aim at him. Next thing he knew, he was riding in the back of an ambulance being fondled by a large man with a deep Southern accent. Why would anyone in Barton want to shoot him? Hell, Jack was in Barton more often than any of the Kincaids.

  “Ronan, eat your sandwich. You’ll need all the protein you can get to heal properly.”

  Jack’s little sub had whirled in like a dervish and proceeded to start ordering people around like a general, organizing troop movements. A nurse had been sent to find a reclining chair for his father, who she’d immediately made sit. His mother had been hugged thoroughly, then directed to “go sit or I’ll seat you” with a stern look and another hug. Mo
m had immediately taken a seat on his dad’s lap. Connie had lugged in a huge box of sandwiches, chips, and mugs of coffee while the little general had barked at Jack to “Clear a table, for goodness’s sake.”

  Now everyone was slowly relaxing and enjoying an impromptu meal together. Apparently he wasn’t eating enough because the little general was now giving him her serious face. She was an absolute sweetheart and a mini tyrant rolled into one. Jack had better hold tight to this one, Ronan thought with a touch of envy.

  “Ronan, really, you’ve eaten half a sandwich. I picked up a protein shake too, chocolate. You’ll love it, plus it’s very good for you. Now finish that sandwich. Your poor mother is worrying enough without you wasting away.”

  Glancing over at his brother, he saw Jack grinning broadly and Connie suddenly found the plain grey wall behind him extremely interesting. “Is she always this bossy, Jack?”

  “She has her moments.”

  Before Ronan could stop her, Kat had all but shoved a straw into his mouth.

  “Drink. Emma makes these at her shop. It’s full of all kinds of gross nasty stuff but it tastes like a slice of chocolate cake.”

  Seeing no way out of it, Ronan took a tentative sip. Blessed chocolate nirvana spread through him and he grabbed the cup away from Kat, slapping at her hand when she made to help him hold it. No way was this healthy.

  “You’ve found Ronan’s Kryptonite, Kat. The man loves chocolate. Mom still buys him chocolate bunnies at Easter,” Jack said with a smile in his voice.

  Happily sucking down the creamy concoction, Ronan showed his brotherly love with a one-finger salute. Every man had his weakness. It was just sad that his particular weakness wasn’t women, drugs, or alcohol, but pure delicious chocolate. The family had been bribing him with chocolate his entire life. Jack had no honor, bringing that up in a crowd of people. Of course the crowd was his very own family. Kat, whether she knew it or not, was already family. Hell, his brother might as well stamp “I belong to Jack Kincaid” on the poor woman. He had it bad, the lucky bastard.

  The occasional nurse wandered by to poke or prod him. There was one stacked blonde that would do nicely as his personal angel of mercy while he was convalescing. He even had a naughty nurse uniform she could wear. Those breasts would look lovely in the nylon halter. The sound of the straw slurping up the last of the chocolate protein shake brought him out of his sexual ponderings to find Kat grinning.

  “See, it’s great, and it’ll help build up your strength. Her brothers are both trainers and she’s always experimenting with recipes to sell in their store-slash-mini-café. This is a best seller.” Smiling happily now that Ronan had been bent to her will, Kat fluffed the pillow behind him, kissed his forehead, then walked over to Jack and nestled into his little brother’s chest.

  “Ronan, when they release you we’ll go ahead and head back to my house. We have plenty of rooms. Mom and Dad, you too.” The look Jack gave him, followed by the slow nod from Connie, let him know Dad had already filled them in on the situation. No one could call his baby brother stupid.

  A soft knock on the door had everyone turning to see who was there. “Emma! I just missed you at the store.”

  Ronan heard the little general squeal before she launched herself at the newcomer.

  “I came as soon as the boys told me what happened. Chase is on the way too. He’s slightly miffed you didn’t call him, so be warned.”

  Ronan felt his dick hardening as that smoky, soft voice teased his senses. His eyes locked on her, and his cock pulsed and lengthened in response. Jesus Christ, she was gorgeous. Tall, slender, with silky black hair barely contained in one of those bun things women liked to wear and men liked to mess up. She looked sweet and wholesome. Completely opposite of the loud, big-breasted blondes he topped at the club.

  “Ronan, this is Emma. She made the protein shake you loved so much.” Kat was speaking but Ronan didn’t let his eyes slip from the vision in front of him. If he’d had her alone she would have already been stripped bare and tied down. As he watched her, he was worried he might just try it anyway, room full of people be damned. His heart was hammering against his chest as if he’d run a marathon. The nurses at the station were probably wondering what the hell was going on with his monitor. His One, she had to be her. It was the only thing that explained the aching need to possess, to own her body and soul the instant he saw her. She made eye contact once and then quickly looked elsewhere. He wanted her eyes on him and him only. He’d spank her if she looked away or tried to shut him out. Unacceptable, fucking unacceptable. She would have her eyes on him when she took her pleasure. God, he bet that would be a sight to behold.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kincaid. What I mean is, it’s not a pleasure to meet you here, necessarily. Really, no one wants to meet for the first time in a hospital, but to meet you in general. Maybe we’ll meet again somewhere besides here. Not that I want to meet you somewhere else besides here. Shoot, I wouldn’t not want to meet you, of course.”

  Ronan watched her cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink as she stammered on.

  “What I meant to say is I hope you make a speedy recovery.”

  He was fighting the urge to reach out and pull Emma onto the bed with him. Her voice felt like a physical caress across his cock. “Call me Ronan.” He’d tried to make it sound like a suggestion but was pretty sure it had sounded like the command he really wanted to issue, if the frown etching its way across her face was any indication. Those beautiful eyes locked on him with displeasure before dropping to the floor. His dick pulsed again at the show of fire and submissiveness.

  “You said ‘the boys.’ What boys? Your children? A boyfriend or two? Just a friend?” Ronan loved kids. If she had them, great. A boyfriend was another story. The thought had his monitor once again going crazy.

  “What? Wait, I have two boyfriends? What do I need two for?” Emma asked in that damn sexy voice of hers. Confusion clouded her face as she looked to Kat for some clarity on just what he was talking about.

  “Who are ‘the boys’?” Ronan asked between clenched teeth. When she still didn’t answer, he was ready to grab and shake the answer out of her. Luckily, his mother intervened.

  “Ronan, dear, don’t scare her half to death. She’s not used to our rough-and-tumble bunch. Forgive him, my dear,” she said to Emma. “I think his medications have affected his manners. He’s normally very charming.”

  “No problem, Mrs. Kincaid. I’m sure a gunshot wound would make me act like a cranky toddler too.” Smiling sweetly at his mother, Emma then looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him.

  Ronan heard his brother braying like a jackass but refused to look away from Emma. A cranky toddler, was he? Oh she’d pay for that one. He was already picturing her over his knee or strapped to a spanking bench with a plug shoved up her ass, a dildo filling her juicy little pussy. She could have her victory today. After they had this asshole shooter squared away, he was going to make little Emma his.

  Chapter 1

  One Year Later

  “You can take it to the bank, darling girl. The spirits have spoken. You’ll be knocked up within the year and according to one of feistier contacts, it’ll be a right good time.” Ruth Cline cackled delightedly as she refilled the mimosas sitting around the table.

  “Ruth, I think your spirits might be wrong on this one. I’m not dating and with the way my knuckle-headed brothers and now your damn brother-in-law run off any possible dates, I won’t be any time soon.” Emma Black took a swig of the alcohol-laden drink while watching Kat’s godmother putter around the shaded porch. The sun had just started to fade away, taking with it the heat of the day. She loved being here in this house, with Ruth and Kat. She’d grown up without a feminine influence of any sort. It was wonderful to be considered part of their family.

  “Doesn’t matter, my dearest heart. The spirits don’t lie. They whispered of you just this morning. Woke me up from a lovely dream I was having about tha
t fine-looking young man who plays with that magical hammer. What is his name, Kat?” Ruth asked as she sat down across from Emma, cooling herself with a fan she’d picked up at a flea market in New Orleans. One on side it had a perfectly coiffed Southern genteel lady smiling prettily. On the other side it had the very same genteel lady still smiling prettily but with a brawny paramour kneeling between her legs in a moment of intimacy.

  “His name is Chris Hemsworth, Ruthie. He played Thor in the movies you and your partners-in-crime like to go see.” Kat cut a look at Emma. “They aren’t allowed into the movies here in town for six months. And the movie theater banned them outright from seeing any movies that feature hunky superheroes. Sheriff Briggs called me the last time good ole Thor was in a movie because this lovely lady and her cohorts were cat-calling the screen. The other patrons were complaining.”

  Ruth waved away the entire incident with a flick of her fan. “Joshua Briggs needs to get laid more often. It’s not natural for a man his age to go without as much as he does. Gunks up the pipes. Why, his wife has been gone almost three years now. And we both know Lizzie wouldn’t have wanted him to just give up on love. If he’d see to that itch more often, he wouldn’t be so uptight. Good-looking man like that shouldn’t still be single. Any-who, the girls and I were merely expressing our gratitude for that Hemsworth boy’s good genes and of course, those tight tights.”