Handling Cynthia: A Second Chances Novella Read Online Free Page A

safe, and Rick—well, she wasn't taking any shit from him, when she'd always been docile as his girlfriend. He liked this side of her, spunky and self-confident.
    It would make it that much sweeter to see her on her knees.
    Damn it, where had that thought come from? Now he couldn't get rid of the image: her kneeling, blindfolded, arms bound behind her, his cock sliding between her lips. He could hear her sweet moans as he pushed into her throat, as if they were real.
    Now he was sporting wood in earnest. He looked over at Bernie, scolding Max for dripping the unnaturally orange nacho cheese onto the tabletop. Wow, that cooled him down. Bernie was beautiful—and let's face it, a great lay—but the aggressiveness in her that he'd disliked in high school had grown with time. She bossed Max around, and he  took it. Why? A guy with that kind of money could have any woman he wanted.
    "You're up," Rick called to him.
    He picked up the borrowed ball from the console. It felt off in his hands, as if the weight wasn't balanced. Probably his imagination, since he was used to his own ball. He threw a strike, followed quickly by another. He nodded and pumped his fist.
    He turned to see Cyn's mouth hanging open. "When did you get that good?"
    "I've always been that good, sweetheart. You never gave me a chance."
    Jordan laughed, a happy, easy, comfortable sound, like they were kids again.
    Cyn strolled up to Trent, the bowling shoes looking ridiculous on her feet but the rest of her body perfection. Narrow waist and gentle curves of hips. She stood in front of him, so close that the points of her nipples nearly touched his chest. "I'm back now," she said in his ear. "Time for second chances."
    He swallowed. It felt like she was flirting, her body near enough to grab and hold. But not here—Rick would be on top of him if he manhandled Cyn.
    And that's exactly what he wanted to do. To be rough with her while she moaned with pleasure. But what if he'd read her wrong? He couldn't assume she was a submissive based on one kiss five years ago.
    And if she was, what then? It was all he could do to contain his lust, even here. How would he maintain control if he got her alone? She brought out something primal in him. A Dom's first responsibility was the safety of his sub, but he wasn't sure he could keep her safe from his own dark desires.
    If he hurt her…the cheap beer in his stomach swirled with the acid until he thought he might puke. At the same time, his need for her drained the blood from his brain and sent it surging to all the wrong places, leaving him dizzy. He wanted to strip her bare, tie her up, spill his cum down her throat. She'd be beautiful with ropes pressed into her ivory skin.
    He pushed the fantasy from his mind. Never gonna happen. Hell, he'd be lucky to see her again after this weekend. Five years it had taken her to come back. This wasn't her hometown, and she'd never felt comfortable here. Her folks lived in Connecticut now.
    He clenched his jaw against the voice in his head, the one telling him not to blow this chance. She could be yours. But did he dare risk it?
    He was letting his desire get in the way of his judgment, like he had when they were teenagers. That night at the party, when he had kissed her…it had been a stupid thing to do. She was coming off a breakup. No wonder she ran away. It was too much. And now, after five years, he was having these crazy fantasies about her, and acting like maybe she'd go along. Even if she was a submissive—they barely knew each other anymore. She probably wouldn't trust him enough to give herself to him that way.
    And if she wasn't a submissive, she'd think he was a monster. Like Emily had. After two years together, he had trusted her with his darkest secret, and she'd rejected him.
    Rick brushed by and bowled two quick frames, getting the spare. Cyn was up again. She shook her ass as she walked past.
    I will lose my fucking mind if I don't get out of here.
    Cyn bowled two