Bound to Pleasure [Bound To 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  Emma couldn’t contain the laughter that visual brought on. She loved Ruth’s zeal for life. The woman didn’t care what anyone thought. She grabbed life by the horns and rode it hard. Kat was going to be just like her when she reached that age. Jack would have his hands full but she had a feeling he could handle anything Kat threw his way.

  The last few months had been crazy in the small town of Barton. Business at the cafe had picked up to an insane level, to the point she and her brothers, Stephen and Ethan, could barely keep up. The town found out one of its upstanding citizens was a crazed killer and Kat had come back from her vacation to the Keys a married woman. Not just a married woman, but a collared woman. She’d shown Emma the dainty necklace Jack had gifted her at their collaring ceremony, a real-life collaring ceremony. The kind of things she read about in her books.

  Kat, the lucky devil, had found herself a real Dom. Jack was one of the sweetest guys Emma had ever met and perfect for her best friend. Kat had also shown Emma the “for-real collar” they used when, in Kat’s words, “Jack was in alpha-sphere.” Just looking at that collar had made Emma think of Ronan Kincaid buckling one around her neck, then doing every naughty thing she’d ever read about over and over and over. Good Lord, was that man hot. He was big, bigger than his brother Jack by a few inches, and broader as well. He kept his blond hair cut short but with just enough length she could grab it and hold him where she needed him. And he had an ass. Even Chase had noticed his ass. Albert, Chase’s long-time boyfriend, agreed it was all in proper stance during training. They’d had an entire discussion about the importance of lunges and squats for optimum ass lusciousness. Emma had no clue if the man lunged or squatted a day in his life, but no one should be allowed to look as good as Ronan.

  Kat had told her every man in the Kincaid household was a Dominant, even sweet Connie. Not that she couldn’t picture him shirtless and holding a whip. He was an extremely handsome man. Must be something in the water, they were all hotties. Knowing that Ronan was a Dominant had only added to the fantasies that marched through her head daily. Picturing him in leathers and nothing else had fueled many a naughty dream the past year. Jeez, she had to stop thinking about the damn man. Maybe if he didn’t come into the shop so often for a chocolate protein shake, she could. Her brother Ethan thought Ronan needed an intervention. He’d already started writing a letter about how Ronan’s addiction was affecting his life.

  For the last year he’d tormented her every time he’d come into the café. Oh, it always started out the same. She’d see him coming and swear she wasn’t going to allow him to get under her skin. But he always did. The only thing she could hold onto was the fact no matter how much he growled, cajoled, grunted, and mocked, she’d held fast in only calling him Mr. Kincaid. It annoyed him to no end and that made her smile. The man had become a thorn in her side almost as bad as her brothers.

  She knew they’d put him up to interrupting her date with poor Jim Crenshaw. She and Jim had been at Season’s, laughing over some story he’d told over dessert. He’d scooped up the last bite of cheesecake from the plate and offered it her from his own fork. From out of nowhere, Ronan Kincaid had appeared next to their table with a thunderous expression on his face. Without a word he’d taken the fork from Jim, shoved it into the potted plant next to their table, and then calmly pulled a chair up as if he’d been invited. From the bar area she had heard Chase’s booming laughter. She had been mortified. Needless to say, Jim had not asked her out again.

  Sometimes Ronan would look at her so intently, like he was seconds away from grabbing her and killing her or, in a perfect world, kissing her to death. Then he would curse under his breath and walk away. If it was anyone else but that infuriating man, she could almost convince herself he was interested. But it had been almost a year since they met and he hadn’t made a move. The fact that she’d called him a cranky toddler in front of his family and stuck her tongue out at him might have scared him away. The look on Kat’s face, admittedly, had been priceless. The look on Ronan’s face had caused her heart to flutter and her pussy to melt. She’d quite prudently taken a step away from the bed and returned her tongue to its proper resting position.

  Just thinking of him made her hot, as in shifting-in-her-seat hot. That big body could have walked out of the pages of any of her erotica novels. Any book she read now, no matter the description of the hero, she pictured Ronan. She pictured him doing all those things to her. Tying her up, spanking her, fucking her. She was thinking of changing her vibrator’s name from Bob to Ronan, then sending him a bill for all the batteries she was going through. Surely the man would leave soon to go back to Lexington. Then she could put him out of her mind for a few days. Mark, an accountant in town, had asked her out just yesterday. It might be a good idea to take him up on the offer. Either that or buy stock in a battery company.

  “Emma. Helloooooo… Earth to Emma.” Kat’s singsong voice echoed around the porch.

  Emma snapped out of her daydream to find both women staring at her with a smile. “Sorry, it’s been a long day and I didn’t sleep a wink last night, tossed and turned for hours. Guess I zoned for a moment.”

  Kat sat forward in her chair. “Ohhh, tossed and turned, did you? Jim finally find the nerve to ask you back out? Oh, no. He’s not that brave, but I know someone who is. Please tell me you spent the night tossing and turning with a certain randy mechanic. Did Marcus finally make a move? That sly devil. I knew he was going to soon.”

  Emma looked at Kat blankly, about to ask what in the hell she was talking about, when the screen door opened behind her.

  “Kat, you are tugging on the tiger’s tail. Watch yourself,” Jack, Kat’s husband, intoned in that deep voice of his as he leaned over to kiss Ruth’s cheek. Making his way over to Kat, he hauled her out of the chair and into his arms for a quick hard kiss.

  “Well, the tiger needs to pounce before the prey gets away. I’ve seen turtles move quicker than your tiger. Her baby maker will be dried up before he gets around to doing anything.” That earned her a swat on the ass and another kiss.

  “Would you look at that? We seem to be out of ice,” Ruth said as she tossed a bucket full of ice over the railing. “Emma, would you be a dear and refill us?”

  Emma stared for a moment at the puddle of slowly melting ice before grabbing the container Ruth was holding out for her to refill. All right then, apparently she was getting ice. “Sure. Anything else you need while I’m in the kitchen?”

  “Oh, no, dear … and do take your time. We’re in no hurry at all. Why, I think we could probably sit out here enjoying this beautiful sunset for hours. You hear me, darling? Hours.” Smiling sweetly, Ruth patted her hand, then turned to speak to Jack and Kat, unfurling her risqué fan with a graceful hand.

  Maybe a fly had gotten into the ice, Emma thought as she walked through the screen door into the cool interior of the house. Her eyes had barely adjusted to the difference in lighting when a voice from the shadows caused her to jump.

  “You didn’t answer Kat’s question, Emma. Was Marcus at your home?”

  Hand going to her throat and heart racing, Emma turned to find Ronan Kincaid directly in front of her.

  “Oh my God, you scared me. Jack didn’t tell us you were here too.” She took a step to put space between them, but Ronan simply took a step forward. “The others are out back on the porch,” she finished rather lamely. Emma realized she’d never actually been alone with the man. This close, she could smell his wonderful scent, feel the heat radiating from his body. Taking a small shuffling step back, her breath hitched when he took another step forward.

  * * * *

  Ronan knew he was probably scaring her but he couldn’t find it in him to care at the moment. Hearing Kat tease her about Marcus had put him in an agitated state of mind. Why would Kat think Marcus was at Emma’s house? Her brothers hadn’t mentioned him at all and they were very much aware of every man who came near their sister. Kat was her best friend. If she was mentionin
g Marcus it was because the bastard was sniffing around. Any plans of wooing her sweetly and slowly just changed. Emma was getting herself a Dom, today, right the fuck now.

  “Yes, I’m aware of where they are, Emma,” he said. “What I’m more curious about is the answer to Kat’s question. Was that asshole Marcus at your house last night?”

  She took another step back and the predator in him practically licked its lips at her slow retreat. Her days of dodging him were over.

  “Mr. Kincaid, I don’t really see how that is any of your business. I have two brothers already. I don’t need a third trying to tell me how to live my life.” Giving him a superior look, she turned and stormed into the kitchen. He followed close on her heels. Waiting until she turned to blast him, he crowded her up against the counter, bracketing her in with his arms planted against the cabinets. Not giving her time to react, he tunneled a hand through her hair and turned her until she had no choice but to meet his gaze. When he was sure he had her complete attention, he leaned in close, allowing his lips to graze her ear as he spoke.

  “How long have we known each other, Emma?” Before she could answer, he took her lobe between his teeth in a gentle nip. She inhaled sharply and he felt her small hands grasp his shirt, clenching. “I would say almost a year. A year in which you’ve continued to call me Mr. Kincaid. I’ve told you repeatedly to call me Ronan. It’s your quiet way of tweaking my noise, of being rebellious. Little love, tonight you might want to curb those rebel tendencies.” Just as he felt her grip on his shirt begin to relax, he leaned in again to give her sensitive ear another nip, following the line of her neck down to her collar bone. His efforts were rewarded when he felt her hips lifted toward him.

  Emma was trying to make sense of what was happening but the world had suddenly been turned upside down. Ronan Kincaid was nibbling on her neck and it felt wonderful. He used the hand holding her hair snugly to tilt her head slightly for better access. She couldn’t move left or right, couldn’t go forward or backward. She was trapped, at his mercy, and completely, embarrassingly wet. Her pussy was pulsing in time with his bites. Her panties were soaked through with her arousal from nothing more than love bites.

  “I’ve decided to change my tactics with you. I was going to go so slow, give you time to get used to me and what I need. What I know you also need. I’m not an easy man, Emma. I want everything from you.” Ronan lifted his mouth from her silky skin, pulling back until he could see her eyes. “I won’t settle for less than everything you are. Do you understand, love? We’ll start simple. Say my name. Ronan. No more of this Mr. Kincaid bullshit. I plan on being inside this snug little pussy shortly.” Letting his hand wander down her body, he cupped her through her loose pants, rubbing in slow steady circles. “We should be on a first-name basis. Don’t you think?”

  Emma was having a hard time breathing. His hand wound through her hair, tugged ever so slightly when she tried to look away from Ronan’s stare, sending fire racing down her body. His other hand was playing with her clit through her clothing, rubbing, pressing, slow then faster only to slow down again. If he kept it up she was going to come. “Ronan.” She meant it to come out more forcefully than the breathy little whimper it was.

  “That’s it, love. Ronan will do for now. Sir and Master will come later.” Ronan hoisted her up onto the counter, time to show her the rewards of following his commands so well. Releasing her hair, he started working on the button of her cargo pants. “Lift up, love, let me get these off of you.” He felt her hesitate and gave her upper thigh a stinging slap through the fabric, smiling wickedly when she jerked and wiggled on the counter. “Lift up, Emma, or I’ll tip you over and spank your ass.”

  Emma gasped at the bite of pain running along her thigh. The heat of the blow seemed to pulse in her pussy. Oh God, what was she doing? she thought as she lifted up, allowing Ronan to slide her pants down. There were three people sitting not fifty feet away and she was allowing him to strip her pants off and plop her naked ass on top of Ruth’s kitchen counter. She watched, fascinated, as he pulled a chair up to the counter and sat eye level with her lady parts. Oh Lord, reading about this stuff was way different than living it. No man had ever just stared at her there before.

  “What a beautiful pussy you have, Emma. I bet it tastes as good as it looks.” Ronan pulled her to the edge of the counter and began biting and licking his way to her center. She writhed beneath him as his tongue slid slowly down her slit from top to bottom. She was already drenched and her flavor was like honey. Growling low at the bounty laid before him, he began sucking and lapping. His hands gripped her thighs, holding them apart when she moved to clench them together.

  Emma grasped the blond head buried between her thighs. Oh Lord, did he just growl? It felt like he did. The slight vibrations caused her to rock her hips harder. She knew she should be trying to push him away but her hands pulled him closer, begging him to lick more, suck harder. She was so close. All he had to do was touch her clit—hell, blow on her and she’d come.

  Ronan felt Emma’s hands move to his head, pulling him tight. The next time he was eating her, those hands would be tied while he feasted. He was a man who believed in doing something thoroughly, meticulously, even if it took hours. This sweet little pussy would take many hours to eat properly. He dipped his tongue into her, lapping at the cream spilling over. She was exquisite. Each taste had him hungry for more and suckling at her flesh greedily. Those hot little moans had his cock ready to explode.

  Emma almost came off the counter when she felt his tongue fucking into her pussy over and over. It felt so good. Her hips were lifting and following his movements, riding it as if it were a cock. His tongue rasped over her swollen clit once, twice, and she broke apart screaming his name. Her vaginal muscles clenched hard enough to hurt and she could do nothing but whimper as he continued to lap at her.

  When he was sure he’d licked every drop of her release, Ronan lifted his head from her core. She made a lovely picture. Legs open wide, that beautiful pussy red and swollen from his ministrations. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes closed, hair spilling haphazardly from the bun she’d had it tucked into. She looked thoroughly fucked, a state he planned to keep her in from this moment forward. “You taste like a dream, Emma.”

  He chuckled when she made no response other than a sigh. Ronan pulled her loosened pants back up around her hips, lifting her slightly so he could get them around her waist. When she was buttoned, he looked up to find her watching him.

  “I can’t believe we just did that in Ruth’s kitchen. No, wait. Let me rephrase that. I can’t believe we just did that, period. I screamed. Oh sweet baby Jesus, I screamed. They had to have heard me. I’ll never be able to look at them again. This is not a normal thing for me, Ronan.” Emma gasped when he crowded her again.

  “God, I love to hear you say my name. It was even better hearing you scream it when you came. As for what we did, that was a long time coming. It will be your new normal, Emma. I’m going to take you in every way I can, anywhere I can, from this moment on. Do you understand me?”

  “No. I don’t understand at all.” Minutes earlier she’d been lamenting the fact that he was out of her league and keeping her from dating. Now—now, she couldn’t process anything.

  Ronan saw the confusion in her eyes. He shouldn’t have touched her until they talked. He’d been operating for the last year with the knowledge that she’d be his as soon as this Andrew Stone business was finished. She had not. He’d kept himself in her circle as much as possible but never got too close for fear whoever had shot him would target her. Then after they’d found out who the psycho actually was, the media had swarmed like locusts, hungry for a story that involved the mighty Kincaid family. He’d made a decision to keep her away from that nastiness as well. But after hearing Kat insinuate that motherfucker Marcus was honing in on his woman, Ronan’s patience had ended. “I know, love. I’m going to go make our excuses and take you home so we can talk.” Giving her a kiss on the fo
rehead, he turned to walk out to the back porch area. “Oh, and don’t think I’ve forgotten about Marcus. We will be having that conversation. The bastard had better not have laid a finger on you.”

  Emma’s womb clenched at the hot look he sent her. Why was everyone suddenly obsessed with Marcus Valerian? Kat had mentioned Marcus right before she’d come inside to grab some ice. Sliding off the counter onto wobbly legs, Emma sat down in the chair Ronan had been using when he—well, when he had his head buried between her legs. That was a sentence she’d never thought she’d string together. Seriously, what had just happened?

  “Hey there, beautiful. Why are you sitting in here all by yourself? A lady as gorgeous as you should never be left alone.”

  Emma looked up to see Connie coming through the front door.

  “Stow it, Connie. This one is taken.” Before she could blink, Ronan swung her up in his arms and strode out the door.

  “Took you long enough, you damn fool,” Emma heard Connie yell out the door as Ronan placed Emma on the front seat of his truck, fastened her seat belt, and slammed the door.

  * * * *

  They’d been driving for about ten minutes when Emma noticed they were not heading back to town. “Ronan, I live in town. You missed the turn off.”

  “I’m not taking you home.”

  “You said you were taking me home.”

  “I am. I’m taking you to my home. I bought a house as soon as Jack decided to move our operations here. Everything I need and want is in Barton now.”

  He shot her a look she couldn’t interpret, but had her toes curling.

  “It made no sense to stay in Lexington. So I found a place here.” He didn’t add that he’d poured over house plans and picked his way through almost every house in and around the county that had been for sale. He’d been determined to find something he knew she’d love.

  Kat let that roll around in her head for a moment. She couldn’t see Ronan in any of the subdivisions sprouting up around Barton or the condos by the lake. Then it hit her. “You bought the Browning Place.” She remembered the old plantation-style house that had been on the market forever. It was a gem but needed a ton of work. No one in this area could afford to buy it and fix it up, though.