All Tied Up (The Boston Five Series #4) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Also by Poppy J. Anderson

  Newsletter

  Preview of Book 5

  Afterword

  A Romance Novel

  All tied up

  Poppy J. Anderson

  Boston 5

  (Book 4)

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, businesses, organizations, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  All tied up

  Copyright © 2016 by Poppy J. Anderson

  Cover design by Catrin Sommer – www.rauschgold.com

  Edited by Annie Cosby

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  First Publication: 2016

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  Chapter 1

  “Does that feel good?”

  Enraptured, Ryan Fitzpatrick nodded and stared up at Tina and her blond curls, his mouth getting dry, while she lowered herself onto his hips and splayed her tiny hands across his bare chest. He swallowed hard and raised both hands to put them on Tina's waist, but the petite flight attendant shook her head, narrowed her eyes, and murmured huskily, “Oh no, big boy. You will do only what I tell you to do.”

  Surprised, Ryan lifted his head and looked into the pretty woman's blue eyes. Only yesterday, he'd called Tina a prudish spinster to his pals. Now he moaned under her as she slid her pelvis along his groin. Since she came very close to that part of his body that was doing his reasoning for him now, and which strained almost painfully against his jeans, he had to grit his teeth. He whispered her name.

  “Ryan, no,” she commanded in a tone that would have done a dominatrix or a dog trainer proud. “Tonight, it’s my turn to say what we do. You’re going to lie there and do nothing. Okay?”

  For a brief moment, a thought flashed through Ryan’s mind. The woman who had lured him away from his favorite bar a few minutes ago, promising a night of hot sex, and who was now engaging in extremely arousing foreplay, was very different from the woman who hadn’t even allowed him to kiss her on the mouth on their fourth date. But then Tina started to open the buttons of his jeans.

  Any thought wasted on the curious 180-degree turn the woman with the doll-like face had made dissolved into nothingness and bliss, because her nimble fingers were unbuttoning his pants.

  His breath escaped in a hiss as Tina gave him a wide grin and licked her red lips provocatively. “This is going to be a night you will never forget.”

  Ryan moaned and let his head fall back into the pillow, while Tina leaned over him and gave him a hickey he’d have to hide from his mom the next weekend. Then she pulled off both his jeans and his boxers.

  The fact that he was stark naked under her while she was still fully dressed made him even harder. He quickly suppressed the guilty feeling that came from telling their mutual acquaintances he thought Tina was prudish and old-fashioned. This was not the moment to think about his disdainful comments about taking her out on four dates and not having gotten anything in return.

  Ryan couldn’t remember ever going on four consecutive dates with the same woman, and thus, he’d been thoroughly perplexed when Tina hadn’t even wanted to make out with him. What kind of woman went for dinner with you three times, then to the movies and for a few drinks, and afterwards played coy when you wanted to fondle and kiss her in your car? After the fourth date, he’d expected sex, but the blond flight attendant, whom he’d met through his twin brother’s colleague, had turned out to be stubborn, adamant about not wanting his physical advances. To be quite honest, Ryan hadn’t been looking for a relationship, so he’d decided not to ask Tina out again after that last, disappointing date.

  But that had been before she breezed into O’Reary’s and asked him to take her to his place.

  Now he was lying on his bed naked, staring up at her smiling face, wanting to pat himself on the back for scoring once again, despite the apparent odds. Ryan Fitzpatrick was getting laid, and she didn’t need to know that that was all he wanted.

  “You know what would make me really hot?” she whispered into his ear and dug her fingers into his chest muscles. Was this really the same woman who had droned on about her boring hobbies and her fitness regime when they’d had dinner?

  Ryan’s tongue seemed stuck to the roof of his mouth, but he forced out a breathless “What?”

  Goosebumps crawled all over his body as she whispered, “I’d totally get off on tying you to the bed.”

  Groaning with pleasure, Ryan gritted his teeth again. He could hardly believe his luck. “Wha … what?”

  “I want to tie you to your bed,” she whispered throatily, and her fingers wandered down his chest and stomach, inch by delicious inch.

  Automatically, Ryan held his breath. He could hardly think. There was a tiny voice in his head warning him that Tina didn’t seem the type to go for bondage, but the idea of being tied to the bed aroused him immensely. What man wasn’t into being a woman’s sex object?

  While his erection was getting harder and harder, his throat went increasingly dry. He could only whisper, “That would make you horny?”

  “Oh, yes,” she replied with a covetous moan. Her fingertips explored his chest muscles. Her touch was almost unbearable; it felt as if everything within him had reached boiling point. The woman he’d so wrongly thought of as boring was now pouting down at him. “Unless you don’t want to be tied up by me.”

  “Oh, honey.” He swallowed hard. “You can do anything you want with me.”

  “Anything?”

  “Anything,” he promised, on the verge of a premature ejaculation, as her fingers were moving lazily toward his groin.

  Her voice sounded like something straight from his wettest dreams: “Does that mean you’re going to lie here and not move if I run my tongue down over your stomach?”

  “Over my stomach?”

  “Mm-hm.” Again, she lowered her head and whispered very naughty things into his ear, things he’d never thought would come out of that sweet, red mouth.

  Ryan moaned loudly, concerned he might embarrass himself any moment.

  “What would you think of that, Ryan?”

  “Oh, yes, please,” he croaked, hoping she’d start doing all the things she had just suggested, her hot breath so close to his ear. His mundane Tuesday night was promising to turn into an amazingly exciting adventure.

  Tina’s eyes practically gleamed when she leaned back a little. Her lips curled with gleeful anticipation, and her fingers were oh-so-close to his rock-hard erection. “You’re such a big man, Ryan Fitzpatrick. So strong,” she cooed, digging into his abs. “If I didn’t know you by now, I might even be scared of you.”

  Flattered and aroused almost to his tipping point, Ryan breathed heavily and lifted his pelvis against her crotch. “Don’t you want to get naked now, too, honey?” he ventured playfully, worried about how long he would last.

  “Only if yo
u let me chain you to the bed with your handcuffs,” she whispered seductively.

  How could he even still process a thought? He blinked. “What?” he asked sluggishly.

  Tina nodded, dug her fingers in deeper, and rubbed her thigh against his rock-hard penis. “You have no idea how much it would excite me. I want to use your handcuffs to chain you to the bed. It’s always been my secret fantasy to have a man like you in my power, to be able to do to him whatever I want to do.”

  He felt dizzy as she continued to rub herself against his erect member, and he thought about how it had always been his fantasy to be a woman’s willing sex object, so he merely nodded and moaned. Shortly after, he watched an excited Tina dig out his handcuffs from his pocket and chain his right wrist to the bed frame.

  The steel cuffs closed with a loud click, which he registered with a shudder of anticipation. A grin spread over his face.

  “Honey, I think this is going to be an amazing night.”

  “I agree,” Tina said, rising from where she straddled him.

  Expecting her to finally shuck her clothes, Ryan watched the pretty woman stand next to the bed, put both hands on her hips, and frown down at him. Though it unsettled him a little, he didn’t think further, still focused on her body under that dress with the light-blue dots. But when Tina uttered a disdainful snort and threw the key to his handcuffs out the window with a flourish, he started to feel queasy.

  “What the …?”

  “So I’m a prudish old maid?” she ranted suddenly, no longer sounding like the seductive woman who, just a minute earlier, had whispered to him about all the things she would do to him with her mouth.

  Shit.

  “Listen,” he ventured as he tried to sit up, realizing quickly that the cuff on his wrist prevented that. “You’ve got it all wrong, Tina.”

  “Oh, I do?” She glared at him. “Too bad your drinking buddy Tom Sullivan is married to my cousin Glenda. He told her you told everyone at O’Reary’s that I’m a frigid, spinsterish cow and a prude for not letting you in my pants.”

  Ryan didn’t remember using the word frigid, but he was certain now that she was a real bitch. He rattled his handcuff but had to accept that Tina had closed it as tightly as possible, and that the bed frame was a very sturdy thing.

  He ground his teeth and forced himself to sound patient. “Tina, unlock the handcuff.”

  “You can go look for the key in your front yard,” she said triumphantly. “Good luck!”

  “That is not funny,” he growled, pushing aside any thought of his own nakedness right now. He was much more worried about the fact that she’d cuffed him to his bed and thrown away the key. And her resolute expression didn’t bode well.

  “You’re aware of the fact that I’m a police officer, aren’t you?” he heard himself say. And, he had to admit, it sounded rather authoritarian for a naked man chained to his own bed.

  “I am. And you should be aware that I’m not a slut who hops into bed with you just because you think you’re so irresistible, Ryan Fitzpatrick,” she hissed as she stepped over to the chair by the window to pick up her purse and coat. “There are women who aren’t very keen on sleeping with you and then being ditched.”

  Ryan rose as far as the cuff permitted and watched her with growing concern as she shouldered her bag. “You can’t just leave now!”

  “Why?” Tina wrinkled her nose. “I promised you this would be a night to remember.”

  “Hey!” Ryan swallowed in panic and rattled the chain again, though he sensed it wouldn’t help him get out of this unexpected predicament. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  Tina threw her head back. “It was time someone showed you that you can’t treat all women like your personal toys!”

  Becoming angry, he scowled at her, but he forced himself not to ask whether this incredible bitchiness was triggered by a hormonal imbalance. Asking a woman whether it was that time of the month was dangerous for a man under any circumstances, and surely more so if the man in question was helpless and at the woman’s mercy. He tried to reason with her instead. “Come on, Tina. You can’t be serious. You’re not going to leave me like this.”

  “Of course I am!”

  Ryan took a deep breath and growled the way he usually did when interrogating unruly suspects: “Tina, what you’re about to do is a criminal offense.”

  The petite flight attendant, who had literally spent hours telling him about the quilts she made and sold at her congregation’s annual church bazaar, now lifted her hand in a nonchalant fashion, let her eyes roam over his prone body, and gave him a mischievous grin. “I doubt Ryan Fitzpatrick is going to tout the fact that a frigid, spinsterish prude managed to cuff him naked to his own bed and then said goodbye!” She laughed evilly. “Goodbye!”

  Frustrated, Ryan sank back into his pillow and stared up at the bedroom ceiling as his guest’s gleeful giggle reverberated in the hallway of the apartment even after she had slammed the front door.

  Shit.

  A fine mess he had gotten himself into.

  He tried to rattle the cuff once again, but unfortunately, it didn’t bend to his will. Tina had chained him to one of the solid steel bars of the frame, so he knew he wasn’t getting out of this pickle easily.

  With a groan, he leaned back, swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and tried to sit up halfway, a move that almost dislocated his shoulder. Very cautiously, his left hand opened the drawer in his nightstand and rummaged through it, only to show him that while it did not contain a bolt cutter, he kept far too many condoms in there.

  Ryan’s eyes roamed his bedroom for a minute, until he acknowledged the fact that he had to call someone and ask them to free him.

  The easiest route would have been to call his partner, Dickie, but he knew the ten-years-his-senior policeman would find the situation hilarious, and he wasn’t ready to face the man’s derision. His partner might take pictures and share them with the entire squad.

  Ryan had no choice but to call a family member.

  His desperate glance fixed on the phone next to his bed.

  He had four siblings, and he knew each of them would draw endless jokes from this story. His best bet would be his twin brother, Kyle, but the busy guy was currently working his shift in the hospital, and he would probably claim that his job as an intern was much more important than scouring his brother’s front yard for the missing key. That meant he had to choose between the other three.

  He’d only call his older sister, Kayleigh, if it was a matter of life and death, because she was the one with the biggest mouth and the sassiest repartee. His ER-physician sister, despite being the only girl, could render her four brothers speechless with her stories from the hospital—she didn’t pull any punches. Her boyfriend, Aidan, would probably be the right person to ask for help, if the broad-shouldered workman wasn’t so henpecked by Kayleigh that Ryan feared pictures of his current state—stark naked and chained to his own bed—would end up on the annual Christmas cards the Fitzpatrick family sent to all their friends.

  Nope, he would not call Kayleigh, or Aidan, either.

  He should probably try Shane, who was a detective like himself, and who, before marrying the raven-haired Thorne, had been a great womanizer in his time, so much so that most Bostonians had wanted to lock up their daughters. Yes, Ryan was sure Shane would be able to relate the most to his current situation.

  With a groan, he reached out for the phone and almost dropped it before managing to dial his older brother’s number.

  Since his wrist hurt like hell by now and the cuff was cutting off his circulation, he was relieved to hear a click right after the first ring.

  But then he heard a toddler’s voice whisper, “Hello?”

  “Connor?” Ryan rolled his eyes. “Hi, pal. This is Uncle Ryan. Could you get your daddy on the phone?”

  His two-year-old nephew was silent for a moment, before starting to sing into the receiver. Under normal circumstances, Ryan would have be
en amused that Connor associated him with the naughty song he’d taught the little guy, because it talked about women with large curves and drove his sister-in-law mad. Right now, however, he could have done without the lisping rendition. He waited impatiently for Connor to be done with his explicit ditty and was about to sigh with relief when he’d finally finished, but then he heard Thorne’s penetrating voice in the background.

  “Everyone come to the kitchen now! Pizza is ready!”

  It seemed the prospect of a slice of hot pizza was a lot more alluring to Connor than a phone conversation with his uncle, for Connor yelled ecstatically, “Pizza!” and dropped the receiver. At least that’s what it sounded like.

  Ryan called his nephew’s name a few times but didn’t get an answer. He could hear the family rush into the kitchen and laugh merrily, however, utterly unaware of his predicament.

  Frustrated, Ryan hung up again, let his eyes roam the bedroom once more, and then stared down at his naked, increasingly cold body. He had no choice but to call his oldest brother, Heath, unless he wanted his mother to come and free him, which was out of the question.

  He could not help but think of his last conversation with Heath, at the Sunday family dinner table. He’d reminded his brother that the annual softball game between his police station and Heath’s fire station was on the horizon, and that the firefighters had lost the last three times around. He sighed with the certainty that his oldest brother would tease him with this for all eternity.

  Still, he bit the bullet and dialed Heath’s number, sending a desperate prayer to the heavens.

  Fortunately, his brother picked up immediately, almost peed himself when he heard what was going on, and then agreed to come over and help him.

  Unfortunately, however, Heath was extremely vengeful, and he was also in the middle of a shift, so he promised to show up with his entire squad.

  Only minutes later, Ryan gritted his teeth against the sound of his door being kicked in, and then at least half a dozen firefighters barged into his bedroom. The clowns were filming it all on their phones and obviously having a rocking time.