Page 14 of Taming Raptor

When he reached the bed, he smacked my bare ass with a naughty grin, and I clenched my thighs together. “Then maybe I need to give you something to hold you over until I get back.”

That would never happen, but I’d take what I could get.

“Mmm, I thought you’d never ask,” I purred with a smug smile.

“Minx.” He glanced at his watch. “We have about seven hours before I have to get on the road.”

Though I wouldn’t, I was dying to ask him why he was really going. I’d overheard the guys whispering and everyone knew that he never went on Texas runs. There was some kind of bad blood with him and his family from what I’d pieced together over the years. I also gathered there was an ex-wife and kids. No one talked about the story behind that, but I knew he never saw his kids.

Worry clutched my chest making it difficult to breathe. It squeezed painfully at the thought that he might still have feelings for her. What if he was going down there to get back with her? What if he’d been talking to her the entire time we’ve been together? Did I miss the signs?

The clink of his buckle pulled me out of my head in time to see him slide it out of his belt loops. He looped it around my hands and my heart hammered. Deep down, I knew he’d never hurt me, but the feeling of being restrained sent adrenaline racing through my veins. Maybe that was what made the sex so fucking good.

Who was I kidding? Yeah, it might amplify the rush, but Raptor was simply that good.

The man had always been my kryptonite. I’d wanted him the second I’d laid eyes on him as a young but jaded seventeen-year-old, except he refused to sleep with me. Part of that could’ve been that in the beginning, I was a feisty young girl who showed up with Blade—who’d been a prospect at the time. I’d brazenly made my way through many of the brothers, high on the power it gave me. For years, everyone believed Blade and I were an on again off again thing. They’d have been surprised if they knew he and I didn’t actually fuck when we were alone together.

They’d be more surprised if they knew the whole of our story.

The leather around my wrists was pulled tight, but not so much that it hurt me. He then quickly fastened the leather to the center of the headboard.

“Damn, that was quick. Were you a boy scout?” I teased.

He snorted. “Not hardly.”

“Are you ever going to let me tie you up?” I asked but it ended in a squeal when he pulled my peaked nipple into his hot mouth. He sucked hard before releasing it with a pop and moving over to do the same to the other.

“Hell, no,” he murmured against my flesh. His breath fanning my damp skin made me shiver. Then he looked up and caught my gaze as he circled the puckered bud with the tip of his tongue.

He pushed himself up and leaned across me to open the drawer of his nightstand. When he righted himself, he set a small black box between my tits and my heart clenched then took off like a bullet.

“I bought you a gift.”

For a moment, I simply stared at the unassuming box. Torn between being ecstatic that he’d bought me a present and afraid that my hopeful soul was going to be disappointed, I swallowed the lump in my throat. He hadn’t gotten me a thing for Christmas, so this was highly unusual.

“Are you going to open it?” he asked with a wide-eyed innocent expression as he settled next to me with his head resting on one hand and the other tracing invisible patterns over my torso. The brat knew I couldn’t without disobeying and freeing my hands. This was also a touchy situation because he’d been quick to tell me this wasn’t more than sex, yet he bought me a gift.

Afraid my trembling hands would give me away, I clenched them tightly then relaxed, wiggling my fingers before I clutched the belt that held me to the bed.

“Ahhh, yes. You’re a little immobilized, aren’t you?” The cocky fucker smirked. “Okay, I’ll open it for you.”

He continued to trail one finger up the sensitive skin on the back of my arm. A shiver sent tiny goosebumps in its wake as he made his way back to the box. He teased the edge of one breast as he slowly worked his way to lift the lid.

The sparkle of clear stones caught my eye, and I lifted my head to see better. I immediately knew exactly what they were, and I chuckled. Disappointment warred with excitement. The silly girl in me wished it was an actual gift of sentiment, though the woman in me knew that was stupid thinking.

“Nipple clamps?”

“Not just nipple clamps,” he drawled and lifted a brow. When he took the first one out, the bedside lamp caught the facets, sending a sprinkling of light over my chest. As he lowered it, the dangling gems teased my skin much as his hands had before. By then, my chest rapidly rose and fell with each stuttering breath.

“Diamonds to adorn my good girl—are you my good girl, Sage?”

My breath caught at his use of my real name. No one called me that here—except Finley, but that was rare. To hear it leave Raptor’s lips did something fluttery inside to me. I had no idea he even knew it, let alone would’ve thought of me as anything other than Cookie.

Slowly, he clipped one to my left nipple. The sensation was similar to when he squeezed them, until he nudged the small slider up. I gasped and closed my eyes.

He tugged lightly on the draped jewelry. “I asked you a question?”

“Yes!”

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