Free Cuffed (Hidden Pleasures, #2) by Kitty Hunter

Chapter One
    T he shabby hallway carpet stretched out in along grey line past at least twenty more doors. Gavin rapped on the slab in front of him, fighting his irritation with Ronnie’s living arrangements. He’d grown up in large apartment buildings similar to this one, and didn’t enjoy the reminder of his upbringing. It was too soon to push her about moving, he knew that. But the Dom in him wanted to sweep her off her feet and take her home where he could take care of her. Away from this crappy, low rent place. He had a feeling she’d never leave her roommate Shea unless the other woman had a new place to go arranged.
    He didn’t know his curvy, sweet sub that well yet, but some things he could just tell about her.
    Maybe he and Luis would arrange something for Shea. They made enough money that a nicer apartment for a single woman wouldn’t be a hardship.
    Don’t push her too fast. She’ll spook. Earn her trust, ease into it.
    One thing he knew for sure? The fact that she yearned to be taken care of completely, and gave herself over to sex with an abandon he’d rarely seen.
    His cock swelled as he remembered the husky timbre of her voice yelling his name as she came while he ate her pussy. God, he already loved the feel of her hot little clit in his mouth and the clench of her cunt around his fingers.
    The door swung open on silent hinges and revealed her. Ronnie. A fitted T-shirt stretched tight across her breasts, jeans that clung to her thighs, and bare feet complete with purple toe nail polish. She grinned, blushed, glanced at his shoes, back up again, and blushed some more.
    The blush was adorable. She was all red hair, freckles on the bridge of her nose, and huge tits. He’d topped her with his best friend Luis a week prior, and had spent every night since then aching to get her beneath him, to bury his cock deep and watch her eyes roll up in her head.
    Seven long days and nights of jacking off to the memory of her lips on his dick and the taste of her pussy, the long locks of her hair falling around her face. He’d gone to Hidden Pleasures on Wednesday and played with one of the collarless subs there, but it hadn’t been the same. Not good enough. What Ronnie lacked in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm and a natural submissiveness that couldn’t be taught. A rare treasure.
    Fucking hell. Those tits....
    Finally she looked up and held his gaze, a mixture of arousal and uncertainty in her eyes. The dichotomy tugged at all his Dom instincts, and he held himself still. Under control. He resisted the urge to barrel into her, ripe her jeans off, and fuck her until he couldn’t see. Instead he gathered her into a hug. At first she held startled, but then she relaxed into his arms and sighed, snuggling into his chest. The pliant yield of her large breasts and her hips cradling his thighs filled him with pleasure.
    Luis was more overtly dominant than he was, so the other man took the lead when they shared a woman. Ronnie was the first to fill both of their sexual needs so completely. But here today, he was alone. Had her all to himself.
    He was going to make good use of that time.
    “I missed you.” He cupped her ass with both hands and she let out a low moan.
    “You just talked to me a few hours ago.” She tipped her head back, a flush to her cheeks, and wet her lips.
    “Too long. I talked to you, but I haven’t seen you in a week.” He’d never been the type of guy to hide his feelings, and didn’t see any reason to hold them back now. They’d been apart, and he’d wanted her. Every fucking day. With a quick kick he closed the door, and then latched his mouth to hers. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, aggressive, domineering, and popped the button on her jeans. “I want to fuck you. The taste I had of your pussy wasn’t enough. I need to feel your tight cunt wrapped around my dick.”
    He dipped his fingers between her pussy lips and chuckled. Dripping wet already with nothing but a