Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(115)

He followed her down and wrapped his arm tight around her waist. He pulled her into the protection of his body. He was completely sated, his cock limp and still feeling the burn of bliss. He pressed the length of him against her thigh.


“I have to clean up,” she said softly.


“Don’t. Go to sleep with me in you. I’m planting my babies in you. I want to go to sleep knowing that’s happening.” He murmured the order against the cloud of her dark hair.


“Trap. You’re getting arrogant. And bossy.” There was amusement in her voice, but she didn’t stir. Her body stayed tight against his.


“You make me that way, baby.” It was the strict truth. He knew he could have what he wanted, because she loved him and would give him anything.


She laughed softly, and the sound was like a miracle to him. “I’m in your mind right now and I’ll give you anything within reason. I like to be there when you’re inside me or when my mouth is wrapped around your cock. I like how I make you feel. It’s sexy and makes me feel especially good knowing I’m the one that makes you feel like that.”


“Baby,” he corrected, because it was the truth. “You’ll give me any f*cking thing I ask you for. You think I don’t know you by now? You think I don’t know what’s the most important thing in your world? I know, because you’re the most important thing in mine. I’d give you the f*cking world. You won’t do less. You’re far more giving than I am. So don’t try to fool me. I ask, you’re going to give it to me.”


She sighed. “You’re such a pain, Trap.”


“I know, baby. Go to sleep. You have about two hours and then I’m going to be waking you up again. I’ve got plans for you.”


“I’m injured,” she pointed out. Her voice was mild. Not a protest. She didn’t care that she was injured.


“There’s no need to remind me. It’s burned in my f*cking brain, Cayenne. You keep bringing it up and I’m going to injure your beautiful ass for you.”


She laughed softly. “Trap, you’re so full of it. Even if you did, I’d have your cock two seconds later. That wouldn’t be much of a punishment.”


His hand cupped her face and turned it toward him. He didn’t want her to have any doubts about the man he was. “You’re right about that, baby. You’d have my cock. My mouth. My hands. But I wouldn’t give you release, and I wouldn’t let you give it to yourself either. Not for a long, long time. I don’t have to hurt you to punish you. I would never, under any circumstances hurt you. But you’d pay for making me relive that f*cking moment over and over.”


She shivered. Her eyes went dark green. Sexy. Her tongue came out and licked her lips. Top and bottom. She pressed her body closer. “I’m not certain I could take that, Trap.”


“You’ll take it. And then I’ll make it so good for you that you’ll scream my name over and over. Never doubt that I’ll make it good for you.” His arm tightened. His fingers slid over her face gently. Tenderly. “I love you, Cayenne. So much. Maybe too much.”


She smiled and turned onto her side, facing away from him, pressing her bottom into his lap. “I love you that much too, Trap. Way more than is good for you.”


He needed that. Her loving him like that. He was clinging too hard. Needing too much, but she gave him that. He knew, with time, he could ease back, but right now, with danger surrounding her, with his past so close, he couldn’t let go. As always, he knew, she would give him exactly what he needed. He waited to sleep until he felt her body relax completely and her breathing even out. Then he followed her.



Cayenne’s heart pounded hard. She wanted to bolt. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to lean over and bite Nonny, paralyze her and escape out the window. Other than Trap, no one had ever fussed over her. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention. The dress felt foreign on her body. It was beautiful, no doubt about that. Trap always provided her with the best of everything.


Her wardrobe had grown significantly. She didn’t know why. They lived in the swamp, away from most people. Nonny and Pepper were her only friends, and they wore jeans most of the time like she did. Well, Pepper, when all three women had a little too much of Nonny’s homemade strawberry wine, had confessed she wore long skirts so she didn’t have to wear underwear and Wyatt could catch her anywhere in the house and have his way with her. It was an exciting game between them finding a hiding spot surrounded by their family. At home, Cayenne rarely wore clothes. If she did, it was a shirt, but she supposed once she had children, long skirts might just be the perfect attire.


“You look beautiful,” Nonny said.


Cayenne smoothed her hand down the white silk dress that clung to her curves and dropped to the floor in panels of beads and lace. She couldn’t fault the gown. It was exquisite. It fit perfectly. She wanted Trap to see her in it, but he wasn’t the only one out there waiting for her. Pepper and Nonny were standing up for her. Draden and Wyatt were standing for Trap.


The triplets, dressed in long ruffled peach gowns, raced around the room, so excited they couldn’t keep still. Everyone was waiting, and she couldn’t move. She was frozen to the spot and near tears. She couldn’t walk out there with everyone watching. It wasn’t just Wyatt’s team – men she was familiar with – and that would have been hard enough. Wyatt’s brother Gator was there with his wife, Flame, and several members of Gator’s team. All strangers. Flame was nice. Very nice and she seemed understanding. But to have all of them staring at her…