Dream Chaser (Dream Team, #2)(82)

Then I was pretty sure I slid into an instant doze.

“Babe,” he called.

I blinked and saw Boone’s stubbled jaw.

“Yeah?” I answered.

“I’ve collared subs before.”

Straight up, I got that he’d had women to whom he did what he did to me that night, but I didn’t need him reminding me of that.

Especially not now.

Not after he’d given me the best scene I’d had bar none by far in my entire life.

“But none of them ever slept collared,” he finished.

My body automatically got tight.

One of his hands slid from my ass, up my back, and he caught the end of my silk leash.

I felt him wrapping it around his fist.

Okay, after he’d fucked me out, how was I getting a tingle?

“You get what that means, Kathryn?”

Oh yes.

I got what it meant.

“Yes, Boone,” I answered.

“All right, baby,” he whispered, rested his silk-wrapped hand on my back in a way I felt a hint of tension on my neck, just as he intended.

Yeah, oh yeah…

Oh yeah.

He was good.

“Now sleep,” he ordered.

“’Night, Boone,” I murmured.

“Goodnight, Rynnie,” he replied.

I closed my eyes.

And lying on top of Boone…

Fucked out…

I fell right to sleep.





Chapter Sixteen





And Now…This





Ryn


My body slid up and down on the bed as Boone pulsed me into his mouth.

“Baby,” I moaned.

“Come,” he growled between my legs.

I came.

He rolled me to my belly, yanked me up at the hips, slammed inside and fucked me on my knees.

It didn’t take long before I came again.

And this time, so did Boone.

He ended this gliding, his hands clamped tight on the cheeks of my ass, his mouth muttering, “Vanilla totally doesn’t suck with you either.”

What he could do with his mouth and his dick was so far from vanilla, it wasn’t funny.

I did not point out I was still collared.

And I’d woken up with my man’s mouth between my legs so he pretty much assumed control before I was even conscious.

But, whatever.

He thought that was vanilla?

Who was I to argue?

He pulled out, put a hint of pressure on one hip, and I collapsed to the side, which was not a surprise, since his dick was essentially holding me up anyway.

Boone twisted my upper body so he could rest his to mine.

“You’re a great lay,” I muttered, already half asleep, seeing as I hadn’t even recovered from last night’s festivities, so although I was up for a couple of orgasms when he did all the work, it was now still-early-morning naptime (at least I thought it was early morning, seeing as I was getting eaten out upon waking, I hadn’t had the opportunity to check a clock).

“I was thinking the same thing,” he replied, humor in his tone.

I wanted to share his humor, and I smiled, but I felt it came vaguely since that was the best I could do, seeing as I was barely conscious.

He got a grip on my leash at my back and gave it a gentle tug.

My eyes popped open.

“Sex on the brain with you,” he said softly, his gaze not just on my eyes, but roaming my face.

And throat.

“What?” I asked.

“Worse now, knowing what a sweet fuck you really are.”

“What?” I repeated.

“Since we became something that was gonna be, I’ve been like a goddamned teenager. Practically all I could think was how I was gonna do you. Never had that for a woman. Always could compartmentalize. That was a different part of life and I kept it there.”

I was not your everyday girl, case in point, being collared with a scarf in bed with a hot Dom who was now, I was thinking, also officially my boyfriend.

But still, I figured most girls would take that as the compliment I took it as.

This being huge.

“Well, I have a feeling you ticked a few things off that list last night.” I paused. “And this morning.”

He smiled at me, brushed his lips against mine, pulled a hint away, and reminded me, “Worse now, Ryn.”

Ah.

I got it.

I lifted a hand to his jaw and said, “Honey, your stamina is awe-inspiring, but you wore your fucktoy out. This girl needs a rest period.”

His lips were quirking (in a cocky way, which obviously was a hot way) when he said, “I don’t mean I’m gonna take you again now. But you told me the other night what you’d been thinking the days we were apart, and I didn’t tell you that I was alternating liberally between wondering why I was being such a huge fucking dick, and jacking myself to sleep thinking what I wanted to do to you when we worked it out.”

Suddenly, I was not tired at all.

“You jacked yourself to sleep thinking about me?”

“Yeah, and babe,” he went in for another lip brush, and clearly had read my mind because he went on to say, “you’ll watch me jack off. And you’ll jack me off. But fucking you out fucked me out, so your man needs a rest period.”