RockYourSoul by Sara Brooks

focused stare held her in place as neither one of them
could gather enough air to breathe. He continued with the slow, hard strokes of
his hand. A deliberate, sly grin finally spread wide on his lips. “I suggest
you get used to disappointment.”
    He pulled away suddenly, shocking her with the sudden loss
of the intimate contact. Cool air swirled around her soaking folds, an alarming
shock to her system after such powerful arousal.
    The harsh ring of the telephone snapped her out of her haze.
She lowered her leg, Ryan’s hands settling on her hips to hold her as she
continued to tremble from such abrupt denial.
    She fought to find her bearings again. He’d knocked her
completely off kilter and now stood there smiling as if he’d simply walked in
and said hello. He leaned forward, surprising her when he lightly kissed the
tip of her nose. “Just think, that was only with one finger. Imagine what I can
do—”
    Another ring cut him off, causing her to grimace. She
suddenly remembered where they were, the silence giving rise to panic. Nothing
was coming from the speakers. She yanked open the door, rushed over to the
soundboard and flipped the switch as she blew out what she hoped was a calming
breath.
    “Sorry about that, folks, little bit of a technical
difficulty. How about we drop a kick-ass chick-fronted band? Here’s Halestorm
and their newest single Freak Like Me.”
    She queued up the song, flipping off her microphone as she
dropped into her overstuffed chair. The zipper of her pants still gaped open.
    Ryan came into the sound booth, hovering over her as he
lifted a hand to run through her disheveled hair. His touch calmed her,
soothing over the nerves he’d worked into a frenzy seconds ago.
    He leaned closer, scraping a kiss over her lips. His tongue
sank into her mouth, brushing against hers with slow strokes for a deep, carnal
kiss. “Come by my house when you’re finished here. Elena has Sanctuary booked
tonight, but that doesn’t mean we can’t play.” The tips of his fingers brushed
against her chin. “I haven’t masturbated in a very long time. But you, Beth,
may just cause me to break my fast.”
    He left before she could say anything and, as she watched
out the window, his muscular form grew smaller as he walked down Main lit only
by antique street lamps. No doubt he was also wearing some kind of smug smile.
    He was dangerous for her. And not in the way Ethan had been.
    Ryan didn’t have to carry around a bad-ass whip or wear
leathers to signal he was the best damn Dom around. He simply was the
best damn Dom around.
    He represented a slippery slope much like the snowboard pipe
at the nearby ski resort. The very same one she knew she’d visit once winter
arrived. Though she cherished the idea of him slipping the thick length of his
cock into her, she knew falling for him was one of the worst ideas she’d ever
had. Possibly even more than her decision to stay with Ethan when he’d treated
her so badly.
    Falling for Ryan would be an epic fail.
    * * * * *
    The clock next to Ryan’s bed glowed bright blue, signaling
the ungodly hour of four. The sound of car ties crunching over rocks made him
sit up and stretch his arms.
    He’d taken his time driving home after the scorching hot
encounter with Beth at the radio station. What would be the point of rushing?
He wouldn’t be able to sleep until she showed up. His arousal level was too
damn high and, despite what he’d said at the station, he wasn’t interested in
jerking off in order to relieve the pressure.
    Not when he planned to finally bury himself inside her very
tempting pussy.
    He hadn’t intended to torment her as he had, but her
annoyance had gotten the better of him. All he’d wanted to do was overshadow
her frustration with his own brand of distraction. If she was going to be at
her wit’s end about something, he wanted to be the one responsible. Which was
exactly why he hadn’t given her the release and left her so