IcySeduction

by Shara Lanel

  “Condom?”

  “In that drawer.”

  He expertly slid the latex over his hard-on, then leaned toward the bed, using one arm to prop himself up. His other hand stripped her pajama bottoms and panties from her hips and thighs. He used a foot to push the pants all the way to the floor and off. Then he gripped her ass and lifted her hips and entered her without a word. She gasped. He leaned closer and said, “Shh. We don’t want to wake Dean.” She nodded. That was a wise idea but hard to do since she wanted to scream with pleasure as he worked his cock deeper and deeper into her, pressing his hips against her slightly uplifted thighs. He pulled back then stroked her again and again and again, harder, faster. Every time his cock dragged against her inner walls, she squeezed tight, enjoying the catch in his breath that betrayed his approval of her movements. He seemed to have more leverage with his feet still on the floor. He used his muscular arms, still in a long-sleeve t-shirt, to adjust Christine until her pelvis was flat with her stomach. He controlled her every movement, and his cock, from this angle, hit her G-spot with every thrust. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations created as he fucked her. She never wanted him to stop, but her body was pulling tighter and tighter, like a rubber band on a slingshot.

  “I’m going to come. Are you ready?”

  She nodded and as he shot his warm liquid in her, the rubber band let go and she was flying. Her body squeezed rhythmically around his bucking cock, making him gasp. Without pulling out, he scooched her up the bed until he could lie on top of her completely. He moved his pelvis slowly, pulling every last sensation from her orgasm.

  “Jesus, you’re the hottest lover I’ve ever had.” Jake sighed as he gradually pulled out of her and rolled to her side. The curve of his lips was accompanied by laugh lines around his eyes. God, he was a handsome man. He discarded the condom in the little trash basket under her nightstand and pulled off his shirt. His skin was flushed with heat as he lazily slid his hand over her stomach and kissed her shoulder. She listened to his breath slow and tried to get hers to do the same. A little too much physical activity at this time of night. She wouldn’t call it morning until the sun actually rose, no matter what the clock said. At least she hadn’t thrown up on him. Her eyes drifted closed once, twice, so she decided she’d better hop over to the bathroom before she completely lost consciousness. Jake mumbled something to her as she stood up, but he was half asleep. He’d at least need to rouse himself enough to turn ninety degrees so he could lay his head on the pillow.

  Christine was not up for a shower so she did some quick washing at the sink, brushed her teeth and combed out her hair a bit. Her PJs were clumped on the floor by the bed, so she reached in her dresser for the first t-shirt she could find. She didn’t bother finding fresh panties, thinking they might get in the way after Jake got a few hours’ sleep. He was naked and snoring when she returned to her bed, so she maneuvered him over enough so that she, at least, could put her head on the pillow and her legs under the covers. She clicked off the lamp, settled and closed her eyes, knowing there was a ridiculously huge smile on her face.

  Chapter Six

  Jake slitted his eyes, looking at the line of bright sunlight that speared from between the curtains to the floor and bed. Damn, he hadn’t just dozed off, he’d passed out. Long flight and energetic sex, why not? He reached out his arm to the other pillow. Empty. How late was it? He struggled to open his eyes enough to see the digital clock on the nightstand and read 8:30 a.m. What day was it? Sunday? Monday? His enhanced hearing told him the TV was on in the living room, but that was it. Since it sounded like music videos, he assumed Dean was the viewer.

  First order of business, a shower. He dug around in his bag for some clean clothes. He’d only packed a couple of pairs of jeans with a matching number of briefs and shirts. He hadn’t figured out how to deal with his relationship with Christine beyond that, and he couldn’t keep Dean out of school too long. A quick shower and shave and he started craving coffee, which he didn’t smell. She better at least have coffee in the house even if she was some sort of health nut.

  “Hey,” he said to Dean on his way to the kitchen. “Where’s Christine?”

  “Work.”

  “What day is it?”

  “Monday.” He rolled his eyes, of course. There was an empty bowl on the coffee table. Catching his father looking at it, he said, “Oatmeal. There’s like nothing unhealthy in this place. I’m gonna starve!”

  Jake smiled. “I’ll take you shopping this morning, don’t worry. I know you can’t go without your Mountain Dew and Doritos.” Luckily, he usually managed to get Dean to eat some Cap’n Crunch for breakfast, but forget about fruit and eggs. Maybe Christine could get father and son to eat healthier. Dean would need better habits for later in life, one of the reasons he needed a caring mother’s touch. Sadly, his own mother slacked in her job.

  “Dad, are you sure she’s not just gonna kick us out?”

  “Why, did she say something this morning?”

  “No, she’s very nice, but how could you not tell her I was coming?”

  “I told her you might be coming. Don’t worry about it.” He glanced down at the counter and saw an envelope with his name on it. Inside was a note and a key. He held up the key for Dean. “See, she’s not planning to lock us out.”

  “Just one key, huh?”

  “You’re not an adult yet. Give me a break.” The note read, “Here’s the front door key since you invited yourself to stay. Do you want to meet me for lunch?” And it gave her work number. He poked around the kitchen looking for a coffee machine and coffee. Finding nothing but some chicory stuff, he flipped open his phone and dialed. She answered formally with her work title, but Jake had one concern at the moment. “Where the hell’s your coffee?” He went for a joking tone but thought it held an underlying note of desperation.

  “In that first cabinet there.” She sounded cheerier than expected, maybe because she was at work.

  Jake pulled out the bag. “Nowhere on this does it say coffee. Does this chicory stuff have caffeine?”

  “No, but the black tea does. The bags are in a container on the counter.”

  “Tea?” He nearly choked at the thought. He knew beggars couldn’t be choosers, but how could a red-blooded American woman not have coffee?

  “Look, it’s not like you gave me warning so I could shop for your specific needs.”

  He sighed, guilt poking through his withdrawal symptoms. “I told you I was coming.”

  “And I told you not to. Look, I wanted to cut down on my coffee dependence so I only buy one real cup on the way to work. You should try the chicory—it’s very tasty.”

  “Like hell.”

  She chuckled, the sound tickling his ear. He couldn’t help but smile. “Dean and I plan to hit the store this morning. Anything you need?”

  “I’m running low on flax seed.”

  “I am not going to be seen buying bird food.”

  “You asked. So are we going to do lunch?”

  “Yup. When and where?”

  “If Dean is going to be with you, I thought a food park so he can get what he wants and wander around. How about one o’clock?” She gave him directions.

  Once Christine had hung up, Jake turned to Dean. “Put on something decent, we’re going to the store and probably Starbucks on the way.”

  “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

  “You wore them to bed, for one thing. Ditch the sweats and put on a pair of jeans that doesn’t fall down.” Luckily the down-to-the-knees fashion thing seemed to be out.

  Jake managed to shop with Dean by not talking and letting him throw anything he wanted in the cart. Once they got the bags into the house, the boy returned to his station on the couch with a bag of chips and flipped on the TV. Jake started putting away their groceries, particularly the fridge/freezer items. Carrots to the back, bologna and cheese to the front. He found himself smiling because it seemed so domestic and he could picture
himself and Christine shopping together, arguing over the junk food. He grabbed a Coke and joined Dean on the couch, but he ignored his son’s channel flipping in favor of plotting a strategy for talking to Christine at lunch. He could blow off the important subjects, citing lack of privacy. Unfortunately, when they had privacy, they weren’t thinking about talking or at least he wasn’t. He was thinking of stripping her naked as soon as possible. He loved his son, but he wished he had a room out of earshot of Christine’s so they could be as uninhibited as when she’d visited him in the city. His mouth went dry as he thought about tying her up and spanking her, so he drank half his soda. He hopped up before he betrayed his thoughts.

  “I’m checking out the backyard.” Dean grunted without looking up from the TV.

  The yard was huge by Manhattan standards but fairly compact for suburbia. He loved that she had two palm trees and a lemon tree back near the fence. He plopped himself in one of the metal chairs on the concrete porch. It sort of rocked as the fragrant breeze blew past him. He closed his eyes and relaxed.

  “Hey, Dad, aren’t we going to eat?” Dean bellowed from the opened sliding glass door, jerking Jake awake. He checked his watch. Shit. There was no extra time so he hoped he didn’t get lost on the way there. He hated not knowing every street and shortcut like he did at home, and he didn’t trust GPS.

  “Come on. Let’s get some chow.” He tried to pat Dean’s head, but he ducked out of the way and beat him to the front door.

  * * * * *

  “You’re late.”

  Dean smirked. “He got lost.”

  Christine slanted her head to look up at Jake. “How could you get lost? Don’t you have a GPS in that rental thing?”

  “Hate GPS, just a crutch for cabbies who don’t learn the city.”

  “But this isn’t your city.”

  He scowled as he dug out his wallet and gave Dean a twenty. “Eat actual food first, got it? Then you can hit that arcade we saw. Nowhere else, agreed?”

  “Sure, Dad.”

  Funny how he made that sound less than convincing, but Jake seemed satisfied. He sat down at the stone table, which was at one edge of the open-air food court. “God, the weather is gorgeous.”

  “That’s why I love it.”

  His eyes sparked. “I thought you loved getting stuck in the snow.”

  Her body warmed instantly as she recalled kissing, more than kissing, Jake in the cab. “Sometimes, but you can’t count on getting stuck in a snow bank with somebody sexy every time.”

  “Sexy, huh?”

  “I didn’t say you specifically, now did I?” She gestured at the food places. “What do you feel like?”

  “I feel like taking you home, tying you to the bed and cutting all your clothes off.” One minute he was bantering with her about the weather, the next his intense gaze burned into her skin. Arousal slammed into her stomach, catching her off guard and dispelling her content feeling. She’d wondered all morning why she was feeling so chipper and figured it had to be the glow after a night of good sex. There was no doubt Jake was an excellent lover, but his reality and her reality didn’t mix. She decided to break the spell he was starting to weave by hopping up and heading toward her favorite wrap place. They had a veggie wrap to die for, made with a huge wheat tortilla and stuffed with everything from bean sprouts to julienned carrots. They also sold various types of herbal tea. She was in the mood for green tea and mint.

  Jake was on her heels. “I can’t see you as a man who enjoys a veggie wrap or a smoothie. Why don’t you check out one of the other places?”

  Jake glanced at the other offerings in the park. “Chinese,” he decided, the place right next to the wrap place, but he grabbed her elbow before they reached the counter. “Why are you afraid of what you’re feeling?”

  “I’m not.”

  “Then why run?”

  She pushed his hand from her arm. “I’m not running. I need to eat before my lunch break is over.” This was the truth but not the whole truth. All too quickly, though, they had their orders in hand and returned to the table to eat. She bit into her wrap, then said, “So what was that insanity you were spouting over the telephone, the stuff you had to talk to me in person about?” She didn’t really want to know, but this was why she’d invited him to lunch after all. She had to be brave. Was her lover a true nutcase?

  Jake sighed. “All I ask is that you don’t run screaming from the table or kick Dean and me out on the street.”

  Christine’s eyes widened. “Okay,” she said doubtfully. “I certainly won’t kick Dean out if he doesn’t have another place to stay. You, on the other hand, I would have no problem putting on the street.” She grinned to soften her words, but the whole “run screaming from the table” thing made her nervous.

  Jake glanced over his shoulder. “Dean must’ve gone into the arcade. Good.” He ate a scoop of his General Tso’s chicken. “I’d been told about this mate thing but hadn’t experienced it, obviously since it’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing. But when you and I made love in the cab I felt my mind open to yours, which is how it’s always been described.” His eyes never left her face.

  “Um, described by whom? What’s a mate thing? Who told you about it? You’re not making any sense.”

  He rubbed his hand over his face. “I haven’t even told Dean about this because I know how insane it sounds. I’m a werewolf.”

  Christine choked on her laugh. Jake looked so serious, but he couldn’t be serious, right? If he was, he was certifiable. “You turn into a wolf? At the full moon?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you expect me to believe that? Seriously? Have you tried to pull this on other women?”

  He sighed. “You’re the first, and I’m only telling you because of this mate thing. Saron says it gets worse the longer we’re apart.”

  “Saron?” Maybe he was being influenced by some other whacko.

  “He’s the one who found me, but that’s another story. The key thing is, I’m a werewolf. Werewolves mate for life, and we recognize our mate when we experience this mind-meld thing.”

  Christine discovered her hands were shaking when she tried to lift the cup of tea to her lips. She quickly put it back down. “What’s this mind-meld thing? I haven’t experienced it.”

  “It’s like opening up to you, feeling what you feel, a connection I won’t ever have with anyone else. It’s the reason you threw up when you tried to betray me with another man.”

  “Betray you? I’ve known you less than a week since I don’t count Facebook time as real time.”

  “I’m sorry. I should’ve chosen a better word. Tell me exactly what happened just before you threw up.”

  What had happened? “I imagined that I saw your face but that’s just because you’re a much better lover…and don’t let that go to your head.”

  He laid his hand over her forearm. “We’re permanently connected now. You’re my woman and I’m the only man you’ll ever sleep with again.”

  Christine lurched to her feet and slung her purse strap over her shoulder. “Get over yourself. Compatible at sex doesn’t mean we’re compatible in life, and I think you’ve got some serious issues to work on.” She shook her head as she stalked away. Should she try to get a hold of Dean’s mom, let her know that his father was going around saying he was a werewolf and that it might not be safe for Dean to be around him? She would have to convince Dean to give her his mom’s name and number without telling him about his dad’s brain crack. She glanced behind her. Jake was still at the table staring after her with a grim look on his face. Well, she was sorry she wasn’t some gullible girl enthralled by a fairy-tale story.

  She hated to admit, though, that she felt crushed. She might’ve enjoyed spending more time with Jake, but he was too unstable. Best to walk away now before things got more intense.

  * * * * *

  Jake ate the rest of his meal without tasting it. After, he cleared his and Christine’s trays away. It would’ve been pointless to
chase after her in this public place. He’d convince Dean to leave the arcade and maybe they could hit the beach this afternoon. Jake fiddled with the key in his pocket. Thank God she’d trusted him enough this morning to give it to him, because she certainly wouldn’t have after he told her about his wolf. How could he convince her he wasn’t making all this up? He only changed at the moon. He didn’t exhibit any visible differences the rest of the month. It was kind of like PMS, a bother for a few days then gone. Whenever he went to Saron’s to change, he told Dean it was his monthly hunting trip with some old buddies. He’d made Lynn put the dates on her calendar during the last custody dispute, since she kept trying to get out of taking Dean. Saron had what Jake thought of as a compound about an hour north of Albany. High stone walls surrounded the place, and those were topped with sharp wire and broken glass to keep out trespassers. Jake had yet to encounter the outer limits of the property on his joyous runs. Wolves came in from Jersey, Ontario, and Vermont. Jake had been shocked when he’d discovered how many others there were.

  The lore said that they’d been created when a Mohican shaman had worked a spell with the wolves that used to inhabit New York. He wanted his tribe’s warriors to have the hunting traits of wolves, such as night vision, speed and stealth, but the spell had unintended consequences. The wolves used in the spell died and the humans that received their attributes found themselves cursed to change at the full moon, to live as a wolf and learned not to mess with them again. Perhaps the shaman should have prevented those cursed men from breeding, but he didn’t, and the trait passed down hit and miss over the centuries. They couldn’t say which baby might or might not have the trait until they were about to reach manhood. In a few months, Dean would be considered a man by tribal standards. Jake felt panic whenever he thought Dean might inherit his curse. At least he couldn’t infect someone with a cut or bite as in some legends.