Free Freed by Lynetta Halat Page B

flair and dismounts while she kneels, waiting for my next command. And I’m hard again.
    I sigh heavily and stand up stretching before nudging Pete and making a motion with my head toward my room. He gives me a sly grin. “Don’t do anything I would do, cowboy,” he jokes, waggling his eyebrows.
    I toss him a wry look and make my way down the hallway. Excited. Nervous. Hard. Hungry.
    Cracking the door open, I almost to expect a fired-up Denver standing with her arms crossed, pissed that I’d left her alone and worked-up while I hung out with my friend and shot the shit. If she had been, then I could finally have an excuse to bend her over my knees and pinken that pretty, pert behind of hers. But no, there she is, exactly as I’d left her. Proud, beautiful, strong … waiting for my command. Fucking hot.
    Popping open the top button on my jeans, I shift my now fully erect cock to a more comfortable position before locking the door and moving around her. Mmm … she doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t look up. She doesn’t steal glances. I only see her tongue dart to wet her lips and a tiny smile form.
    Offering her my hand, I remind her to stand up as she lowered herself down. She wobbles a tiny bit but is still fluid and graceful. Like a good girl, she keeps her gaze trained on the floor.
    “How ya feel, baby?” I meant that to sound more controlled, but it came out rather teasing.
    “I feel … hot.”
    I chuckle and tilt her chin up so that her eyes meet mine. I can still feel the smile in my eyes. “Well, you certainly look hot,” I admit.
    Smirking at me, she clarifies, “Not that kind of hot.”
    “You’re turned on?”
    The heat shows in her cheeks more prominently. “Very.” And her voice is back to that husky whisper that makes my body want to shoot a load right here and now. I better get the show on the road.
    I lead her over to the bed and ease her toward the middle, leaving her kneeling once more. I pop open my nightstand and retrieve the blindfold I ordered for her. Denver gives me a wild look before biting her lip and taking a deep breath. “You’re doing so well. I’m very proud of you,” I encourage her. Sliding it over her eyes, I tease, “But you’ve seen enough for now. I just want you to feel.” I graze my knuckles down her bare arms and marvel at the goose flesh my touch leaves behind. I’ve never seen such an open and quick response to so simple a touch before. If she’s this enthusiastic now, I can only imagine how much more she will be later.
    I slide off the bed and move over to the docking system to cue up something on repeat that will keep us in the zone. It will also keep her reactions all for me and no other ears. “She Will Be Loved” bounces softly around the room, and I love the smile that it puts on her face.
    “You like that, baby?”
    “I do.”
    I waste no more time, sliding behind her, my knees resting beside hers. “You were so beautiful there waiting for me. It was driving me crazy knowing you were in here. Just for me,” I confess, as I run my hands along her shoulders. Like a special gift, she sits waiting for me to unwrap her. I press my lips on one shoulder and then the other.
    “Mmm …” is all I get. It makes me grin.
    “I know why I was turned-on. What has you so eager?”
    She clears her throat a little. “Are you kidding? Listening to you and Pete talking … you acting calm, yet knowing I was waiting for you … wondering what was going to happen when you returned …” She sucks in a quick breath when I bite at her shoulder blades before placing light kisses, soothing the little welts.
    “Denver,” I groan, snapping a silk strap. “I wanna take this off.”
    “I see you’re not asking, so go for it,” she quips, the bravery in her voice only belied by a slight tremor. Her little give-and-take thing stirs me like nothing else.
    “No, I’m not asking. Just giving you a head’s up,” I whisper. An enticing image fills my mind, and instead