RetroCog (a Power Up! story) (8 page)

She lived in a large suite with a bedroom on one side and a small living area on the other, done up in antique cherrywood and soothing blue walls. Homey yet attractive, and very much like Lara.

“This is what I call home, for the moment.” Lara sighed and slipped off her shoes.

He chafed at the intimacy of the motion, not needing to see more of her when it was all he could do to stop remembering how her hand had looked around Finnegan Fury’s cock.
Not
her
hands. Cecilia’s. Fuck. Cut it out.

She sat on her bed, not paying attention to him, for which he was grateful.

“Don’t get me wrong. I love the Lady Fine Inn. It would be a terrific place to call my own. Rich in history, aesthetic, and charm. But it doesn’t feel like forever. An investment, sure. And a profitable one, if I have anything to say about it.”

He had no idea what she was talking about, but he nodded to keep her speaking. Anything to occupy his thoughts that continued to drift to her bed and the spindles of the head- and footboard. Where a man might tie up a sexy woman and do whatever he pleased with her…

“Noah.” She snapped her fingers. “You’re zoning out on me. You okay?” Lara’s eyes widened. “Are you seeing things in here? You know, history replaying itself?” She lowered her voice. “Are people having sex in here?”

He allowed himself a peek at the past and saw the same bed decorated with a cornflower blue quilt and pillows. A dresser, washstand, and vanity littered with bottles of perfume, tins of cosmetics, a brush, and a comb occupied the space. There, in the armoire, the hint of a scarlet dress amidst other silken confections poked through an open door.

Then Cecilia Fine entered the scene with a wicked smile on her face, and he immediately shut down his retro-sense. “This was Cecilia’s bedroom.”

“Oh.”

“I get the feeling she wasn’t just the boss but a prostitute as well.”

“I read that she liked men, but once she met Finn, she was his and his alone.”

The way Lara’s gaze locked on his warmed him from the inside out. It was as if she wanted him to make the first move. Did she?

“What about you?”

She blinked. “Me?”

“You involved with anyone right now?” He knew it wasn’t smart, but he ached. Noah needed nothing more than to close the distance between them and do what he’d wanted to since he’d first seen that damn picture. But he didn’t desire the woman in the painting. He wanted the flesh-and-blood female in front of him.

She laughed, but he saw the hint of nerves she tried to hide.

“I’m too busy with my career.” She paused. “What about you?”

“Me too. Career, I mean.” He walked the few steps to the bed and looked down at her, consumed by a growing lust. The effort to keep his dominance under wraps chafed, but he tried. “You like sex, Lara?”

“S-sex? Sure.”

She licked her lips, and he held back a groan. Barely. He didn’t know where the words came from, but he couldn’t stop himself. “Like to be held down? Told what to do? Like to please your lover?” He watched her swallow, saw the rapid pounding of the pulse at her neck, how her pupils dilated with lust.

“I don’t know. I’ve never been that adventurous.”

She tilted her head back to maintain eye contact. A challenge, and one that made him itch to dominate.

Yeah, cowboy. Take me. Make me yours. Brand me with that big cock, if you dare
. Lara didn’t react, so he didn’t know if she’d heard. But the titter of laughter accompanying the ghostly female whisper prodded his ego, pushing him to demand what he knew to be his.

“Never met a man who could handle me,” Lara prodded.

“Is that right?”

She stared at him for a good long moment, then shook her head. She took a deep breath and let it out. “I think we should call it a night.”

“Why?”

She blinked. “Well, ah, you’re a little, um, close.”

But I want it. I want you. Show me what I’ve been missing my whole life. Please.

He didn’t know who was talking anymore. Cecilia? Lara? His own subconscious, telling him he’d finally found a woman who could handle his wants and needs? Fuck it. He was going for it. All or nothing. “You’re wet right now, aren’t you? You like the thought of me taking charge.”

She scurried back on the bed and rushed to her feet. “Noah. Really.”

“
You’re suck a freak. What’s wrong with you? Pervert
.” Deirdre’s words faded into memory, locked behind a heavy door with no key in sight. She no longer existed. Just Lara and Noah, right here, right now.

She wanted him. He could feel it. But did she want him enough? Could she give him what he needed? Only one way to find out.

He let her cross to the door.

“I guess I’ll say good night.” As she reached to unlock it, he made his move.

Noah pinned her to the door, his front flush against her back. “Don’t move.” He took her hand from the doorknob and put it above her head against the door. He did the same with her other hand, then held both her wrists with one fist. “I think it’s time we had some honesty between us, don’t you?”

He waited for her to protest, part of him hoping she’d deny him and put an end to his hopes for something more. That way he wouldn’t need to face his dark side, could bury it once again. But she didn’t cry out, didn’t demand to be let go or reject him outright. Instead, Lara quivered under him.

“Noah, please. I want…more.”

Her response aroused him to no end, and he had to work to remind himself to take his time. Noah ground his cock against her backside, giving her no question about what he wanted.

“Now see, this is a problem.” He nuzzled her ear and bit gently down on the lobe. “You’re not being honest with me, or with yourself. Uh-uh. Keep your hands where they are.”

“
Noah
.”

She gasped as he circled a hand around her ribs. He pushed under her shirt, gliding up her smooth, toned stomach. So fucking sexy, so warm. He found one breast and cupped it, then toyed with her nipple through what felt like lace.

“You see, Lara, I want to give you what you need. What I need. But I can’t take it. I need you to surrender to me. Do you think you can do that?” he whispered as he teased her other breast, gratified when she pushed back against him, rubbing her ass against his cock.

The urge to come rode him hard. Foreign, thrilling, and dangerous. But he couldn’t stop himself. He felt like something had taken him over, forcing him to face his needs and deal with them. With Lara.

“That’s it, baby. Rub me with that tight little ass. Get yourself nice and excited. Let me feel your cream on my fingers.”

Her breath came in fast pants, the whispery mewls of arousal going straight to his head. He detoured from her breasts to her jeans. After unsnapping them, he pulled down her zipper, enough so that he could shove his hand beneath her panties and down to the heat of her.

“So wet.” He groaned and played with her sex, taken with the denuded lips. He could only imagine what they looked like, so slick and plump, her clit rosy and beaded with moisture. All because she wanted him.

She tried to turn around, but he tightened his grip on her wrists and forced her to continue to face the door. “No. You keep still.
I’m
touching
you
.” He slid a blunt finger inside her, swearing at her heat. “Fuck, baby. You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”

He kissed her neck, nuzzling her ear as he played with her pussy.

“Please, Noah. Oh God. That’s so good.” She sounded surprised.

“Feel that?” He shoved against her jeans-covered ass. “You’ve got me hard enough to blow. So sexy, so slick. You gonna come for me?” he growled, needing to feel her around the head of his cock. He wanted so much to fuck her, but he needed a condom. And he didn’t want to let go of her yet to put it on.

“Oh yes,” she moaned as she rocked back against him, letting his finger command her responses.

“Keep your hands there. Don’t fucking move.” He let her wrists go and continued to finger-fuck her with one hand, while he played with her breasts with the other. He pushed the lace down and tortured her nipples. With every push of his finger inside her, he widened her channel. Then he added another finger, stretching her while he flicked his thumb against her ripe clit.

“I’m going to come,” she said on a breath, no longer still but pushing with every pull of his hands. “Noah,
yes. Yes
.” She cried out as she drenched his fingers, shuddering all the while.

He couldn’t wait any longer and withdrew his fingers. “Turn around. On your knees.”

She obeyed without question, her gaze clouded with lust.

He hurried to open his jeans and pulled out his cock. “Suck it.”

She put her lips over him, and he nearly came.

“
Fuck
. Slowly, Lara. Shit. That’s it. Oh God.”

As she took him inside her hot mouth, he grabbed a condom from his back pocket that he’d stowed just in case. With unsteady hands, he ripped open the packet.

“Now put it on me.”

He handed it to her and watched her roll it over him with tortured slowness.

The moment she finished, he yanked her to her feet, turned her to the door, and bent her over. Then, after shoving her pants and underwear down, he widened her stance as best he could, angled himself, and shoved hard up inside her.

She gasped as he slid through her pussy, and then he was thrusting, pumping with a need bordering on obsession. He didn’t want the condom. Didn’t want to feel anything but her cunt gloving him. But he’d said he’d protect her, and he would.

It didn’t take him more than a few thrusts before he came, groaning her name, his release one that soothed not only his body but strengthened an emotional bond that had grown for the courageous woman in his arms.

As he held her hips and finished his climax, he felt her stroking his hand with her own. He clenched her fingers with his, intertwining them so that they held hands. When he withdrew and hugged her to him, he was awash in a peace that stunned him.

“Fuck, Lara. That was so good.” He moaned and inhaled the sweet scent of woman—
his
woman. The insane, territorial notion refused to go away.

She clutched his arms gathered around her waist, not saying anything as she held him tight.

Eventually the moment ended, and Noah left for her adjoining bathroom to take care of the condom and clean up. He returned to see she’d cleaned up as well.

He wanted to know how she felt but was almost afraid to ask. For the life of him, he didn’t know what had possessed him to be so freaky with her. That domination bullshit had turned off more women than he wanted to think about. She’d seemed into it, but he’d lost his head. Christ, if he’d hurt her… He still couldn’t read her expression. “You okay?”

She stared at him. “I don’t know.”

His heat raced. “I’m sorry, I just… I wanted you. So much.”
God, please don’t let her cry.

“I know.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’ve never been like that before. So, um—”

“Submissive?” he said quietly.

She nodded, her cheeks pink. “It felt right. I don’t know why I let you do those things to me. I never have before with anyone else. But I knew you’d never hurt me.” She gave him a baffled look. “It felt so right, Noah. But it also felt…familiar.”

He was so relieved she hadn’t been hurt, he felt light-headed. “I can’t say why I was like that with you either. I, uh, I like being in charge. But I never meant to force you or anything. Lara, I lost my head with you. It was like I knew you’d be okay with it. That you wanted me…that way. What we did requires trust.” He paused. “I trust you, Lara. Don’t ask me why. I just do.”

They didn’t speak for several moments, just stared at each other.

Then Lara slowly smiled. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

He grinned back at her, his heart full of feelings he couldn’t—and didn’t want to—identify. “Well, whatever was in me, you brought it out. Shit, Lara. You’re fucking amazing.”