Wolf Bite (Wolf Cove #2)

by Nina West

  “You can’t promise that.”

  “I can. Take your shirt off.”

  “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

  His sigh skates across the very tip of my clit. “You want me to kiss you?”

  “Isn’t that how all this should start?”

  He pauses to look up at me through his penetrating eyes. “Sure. I can kiss you.”

  I’m about to step down from the bed when he leans forward. I gasp as his tongue slides over my slit, wriggling in to touch my clit, swirling around it.

  I stop letting myself think—and worry—and just close my eyes and feel as Ronan kisses me between my legs, his hands gripping my ass, squeezing my flesh, pulling me closer to his mouth.

  I watch him, eyes closed, mouth open, his tongue working away at me, and I can tell he enjoys doing it without even having to ask.

  When his eyes flash open, they’re darker and his pupils have dilated. “Shirt off. Now,” he demands.

  I peel off my t-shirt and unfasten my bra. My breasts fall with heaviness, my nipples hard and sensitive. Ronan looks up, his mouth still on me, and heat flares in his eyes. “Get your pants off and lie down.” Stepping back to give me space, he yanks his t-shirt over his head and pulls out his wallet to fish out a condom. He tosses it on the bed and then simply stands there, watching me sit down to tug my pants and panties off around my ankles. The bare mattress isn’t exactly comfortable, but I don’t really much care at this point, because I’m now completely naked in front of Ronan.

  And, oddly, not at all uncomfortable. Maybe it’s because I know him so well. Maybe it’s because I somehow know he’s going to be satisfied no matter what. Maybe because I’m doing this for me and not for him.

  He unfastens his belt and pants, and pulls his hard dick out to hold it in his hand as he stares without shame at my body. “Open up for me.”

  My nerves are going wild as spread my legs apart, letting him see all of me. And admire all of me, as he seems to be doing. “You’re so fucking fresh and innocent.”

  Henry used to say things like that to me. I close my eyes and push that aside.

  But Ronan sees it. He always sees it. “What’s wrong?”

  “That’s how he said he liked me,” I admit quietly. “But he didn’t really want that after all.”

  Henry doesn’t want me.

  Ronan doesn’t answer for a long moment, his hand running up and down his cock in long, languid strokes, his thumb skating over the tip with each pass. With our gazes locked, he reaches over with his free hand to slide a single finger along my slit. “So you don’t want to be fresh and innocent?”

  I gasp at the intimacy of this, of Ronan, of that soul-searing look, even when I know he’s having emotionless sex because he’s still in love with another girl. I saw that same look the night I walked in on him, only now its intensity is tenfold. “I want to be wanted.”

  “You’re wanted. Look at me. Look at this.” He strokes himself to make a point. “This happens every time I see you. That first day we picked you up, to bring you here, I wanted to touch you. On the way home, your legs straddled that gearshift and I had to fight not to slide my hand up your skirt to touch you. Believe me, I want you. Connor wants you, too. We both want you.” His gaze drops to rake over my chest, landing between my legs. “I like you fresh and innocent.”

  “I don’t want to be so innocent anymore.”

  His mouth twists in thought. “You want to gain some real experience?”

  I bite my bottom lip. And nod. A tiny bit afraid of what Ronan’s idea of “experience” means, because I’ve already gathered that he’s very experienced.

  A soft smile curls his lip. “Turn around.”

  I remember how deep it felt from behind with Henry. I also remember how exposed I was. But I do as asked, tensing slightly as Ronan comes up behind me. I hear the soft slide of his pants, down past his knees. “Relax. I’m not going to do anything to you that you won’t like.” His lips skate along my neckline to place a kiss on my shoulder, making me shiver and drop my head back against him. I gasp as his hands come around the sides to cup my breasts. He pulls my entire body backward, closer to him, until I feel his erection lined up as the top of my crack, a bead of moisture leaking from the tip.

  I instinctively grind my ass against him.

  “Do you know how perfect these are? Most women need to pay for tits like these.” He alternates between gripping my entire breast, or as much as his hands can manage, and rubbing my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing them until almost just painful. Over and over again, a repetitive stroking that I feel through my stomach and down between my legs.

  Until I’m squeezing my thighs together against the ache.

  “I can’t.... I need you to....” I don’t have to finish my thoughts. He drops a hand down between my legs. I step farther apart to spread myself, giving him access as he slides his index finger through my slit and into me.

  “That’s it.” Still, he clutches a breast with one hand while his finger pumps in and out of me. I close my eyes and revel in how wet he’s making me.

  At some point I’ve reached up absently, gripping the back of his head to give myself leverage as I grind my hips against him, working the end of his cock into my wet spot.

  “Wait.” He guides my knees onto the mattress with his, and pushes on the space between my shoulders until, leaning forward, I’m on my elbows, my face pressed against the mattress. I listen to him tear open the condom wrapper. Moments later he’s pushing a finger inside me again, then two fingers.

  “I think you may have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt,” he murmurs, thrusting his fingers in and out, hitting that spot deep inside that drives me wild and makes me drip with need.

  Finally, he settles his cock at my entrance.

  Is this really happening? Am I going to—

  Ronan pushes himself into me with a moan. I close my eyes and clear my mind, breathing through the delicious pain as his cock pushes deeper into me with each thrust, only mildly aware of him dragging his wet fingers along my crack, smoothing over my tight, puckered skin.

  “Oh, fuck. Abbi. I’m almost... I’m all the way in.”

  I revel in the feeling of being completely full of Ronan, of having him inside me.

  Until he rubs that spot with a wet finger.

  “Relax.”

  I clench instinctively but he keeps rubbing his thumb over and over and over, applying just a touch of pressure with each pass, all the while still pushing into me, again and again, helping to distract me.

  Then a gob of something wet lands on my backside. “What is that?”

  “My spit. I need you really wet.”

  People actually do that?

  He rubs his saliva all over me, until everything feels slick and strange.

  “Take a deep breath.”

  I do, and he begins pushing his thumb inside me, so slowly. There’s a burn that’s not entirely painful but not at all comfortable. “Relax, Abbi. And trust me. You’ll be begging me to fuck this soon enough.”

  I don’t know about that, but I take another deep breath and concentrate on Ronan’s swollen cock pumping in and out of me at a slow and steady rhythm, his hips circling with each thrust. Soon enough, my body is loosening enough that I barely notice the burn as he continues to inch his thumb deeper into me.

  First time having sex and Ronan is already sticking things into my ass. Even Henry didn’t attempt that. Suddenly I can’t help but giggle. “You are depraved.”

  “You love it. Don’t worry, I’m almost there,” he whispers with a groan, thrusting his hips at just the right angle to help build that delicious heaviness in my belly, even as I feel an almost unbearable feeling of fullness everywhere else. I can’t help but spread my legs farther apart and stick my ass up higher, desperate for this orgasm that’s hiding in the recesses.

  “Did you touch yourself last night, like I asked you to?”

  There’s no room for sham
e with him, not right now. “Yes.”

  “I knew you would.” He begins thrusting harder. “I need you to do it again now because I won’t last. You feel too good, and I want you to come with me.”

  I reach back with one hand and begin rubbing my swollen, wet clit, my fingers catching the side of his cock every once in a while as it plunges into me.

  “Faster, Abbi. Rub harder.”

  I obey, rubbing myself with quick strokes, my fingertips gliding over myself. Knowing that he’s struggling not to come spurs me on, bringing my orgasm closer.

  “Fuck. I’m about to explode.” His fingers dig into my hip as he hammers against me, hitting my back wall over and over again hard and fast. I’m vaguely aware of my knees sliding against the abrasive mattress but I don’t care, so focused on how Ronan both fills me and violates me but in the sexiest way. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. It just feels strange.

  I curl my head under and watch upside down as his thick, rigid cock disappears inside me over and over again, coated in my slickness. So much of it. I didn’t think I’d ever get that wet for another guy again. But I have, for Ronan.

  My orgasm comes on in a rush, and I cry out as I’m flooded with heat, my muscles not only pulsing around his cock but around his thumb as well, in what feels like a double orgasm. I ride the intense wave and then another intense wave, my body going wild with the conflicting sensations, until the spasms still and I’m left wanting to sprawl out on the bed.

  Dropping a single soft kiss on my spine, Ronan pulls out, grabs the condom wrapper, and heads for the bathroom.

  Leaving me to get dressed in bewilderment.

  I can’t believe I just had sex with Ronan.

  I quickly pull my clothes on. How do I really feel about that? I honestly have no idea.

  I’m lacing my boots up when he strolls in with his pants bucked but shirtless, his chest still gleaming with the slightest coating of sweat.

  “We should probably take our trash.”

  “In my pocket.” He yanks his t-shirt over him. “Ready?”

  “Yeah.”

  He turns to leave. And stops. “You good?”

  “I don’t know. What’s going to happen now?”

  “Well, now there’s going to be a wedding.”

  My eyes pop wide with his words. “What?”

  He frowns. “Back at the hotel, remember?”

  A wave of relief hits me. “Right. The planters.”

  He must finally clue in because he starts chuckling. “You’re adorable.”

  “You’re sure nothing is going to turn weird between us?”

  “By weird, do you mean, am I going to think about fucking you constantly? Because I was already doing that in my head.”

  I blush.

  His boots fall heavily on the floor as he walks toward me. “Yeah, things are a little bit different. We’d be idiots to think otherwise. I mean, we’re closer friends now, right?”

  “Yes.” He’s seen me naked and done things to me no one else has.

  “But this thing you feel for me, it’s not anything like you felt for him, right?”

  I frown. What I felt for Henry. That all-consuming burn in my chest, the way my heart still stutters when someone mentions him even though I should despise him, the way my stomach twists when I see pictures of him.

  No, I don’t feel that with Ronan. What I feel for Ronan is a strange, close friendship, nothing more. I’d care if he were hurt, or sad, and I’ll miss seeing him every day when we’ve parted ways. But I don’t see a romantic future between us. I don’t even hope for one.

  As if reading my mind, he says, “See? Just good friends. Who sometimes fuck.” He pushes a stray hair off my forehead. “Did it feel good?”

  I hesitate for only a moment. “Yes.”

  He leans in to place a kiss on my forehead. “Good, because I’d love to do it again, sometime.”

  I think I’d love that, too. God, what am I getting myself into here? “Please don’t tell anyone.”

  A somber cloud flickers across his face. “You should know me well enough by now.”

  “You’re right. I do. I’m sorry.”

  “But just to warn you, Connor will probably figure it out.”

  I groan. “What’s he going to say?”

  “Seriously?” Ronan chuckles. “He’s going to ask to join in next time.” Ronan sees my expression and starts to laugh. He throws an arm around my neck like we’re buddies and weren’t just naked together ten minutes ago. “We better go. Remember, if anyone asks... it was a squirrel that made us late. A red one.”

  I snort and trail him out of the house, locking up behind me.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “I’ve gotta pull over for a minute,” Connor announces. It’s just a phrase though, because there’s no “pulling over” around here. He simply stops the truck in the middle of the lone road.

  “Fuck. We made it just in time.” Ronan leans forward to look up toward the sky through the windshield. The rain is coming down in sheets. I can’t see two feet in front of us.

  “What about all the wood? Will the tarp hold up?” The back of the truck is full of freshly split wood, a half-assed attempt at covering it with a yellow tarp as we quickly cleaned up, the clouds rolling in faster than anyone anticipated.

  “I hope so or Darryl will have our asses.” Connor starts fussing with the dials, cranking the heat and turning up the music. “Might as well get comfortable. They used the word ‘torrential’ in the forecast.”

  “Well, in that case....” I reach behind the seat to pull out the tiny white box that I’d hidden this morning before we left. “Autumn went to Homer yesterday, so I had her stop at a bakery for me.” I hand it to Connor. “Happy birthday!”

  “It’s not his fucking birthday!” Ronan argues.

  “Yeah, it is, you asshole.” His eyes light up as he opens the box to pull out the vanilla cupcake.

  “Sorry, there weren’t a lot of options.”

  “Where’s mine?”

  I turn to glare at Ronan. “Your birthday’s not until November.”

  He looks bewildered. “How do you even know that?”

  “Because I looked through your wallet when you weren’t paying attention, Ronan Clarence Lyle.”

  Connor’s head falls back with his deep bellow of laughter. “Dude, I think she’s making fun of you.”

  I giggle as Ronan fakes a glower, but a devious smirk follows closely behind.

  “Thanks, Abbi. You’re a real friend.” Roping an arm around my neck, Connor pulls me into a hug. Only he kisses me. Right on the mouth. And not a quick kiss either.

  I pull away with flushed cheeks, and glance over my shoulder at Ronan, slightly panicked. He’s watching us intently, his chin propped up by an elbow on the doorframe, his gaze flaring with heat. Only, not with anger. “Where’s mine?”

  “You’ll get yours in November.” I’ll have to mail it to his place in Indianapolis.

  “What if I want mine right now?” He reaches out to wrap his arm around my waist and he slides my body backwards to him. “Come here.”

  He’s not talking about cupcakes anymore. I’m not entirely sure what he’s thinking is going to happen in this truck. It’s been four days since that day at the cabin. True to his word, Ronan hasn’t treated me any differently. Well, I feel him watching me more, and we’re sharing a lot of secretive smiles. I haven’t noticed him giving any of the girls who normally hit on him a second look.

  He reaches up to slide the elastic from my hair, releasing my ponytail. Weaving his fingers through my long, thick hair, he guides my head back to rest against the seat.

  And then he settles his mouth on mine in a kiss. A much deeper and more intimate kiss than the one Connor just gave me, his tongue slipping against the seam of my lips.

  I push against his chest, forcing him away, so I can glare at him with warning. “What are you doing?”

  “I know, Abbi.” Connor licks icing off his fingers as he devo
urs the cupcake, already half done. “Said you were the best fuck he’s ever had.”

  My mouth drops open. I’m a mix between embarrassed that Connor knows and oddly proud that Ronan said that, especially since I really don’t know what I’m doing yet, compared to someone like Rachel or Katie.

  Still.... “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “I’m kissing you.” Ronan takes a firm grasp of my hair again, tighter this time, and forces me backward until my head is resting against his lap and he’s leaning over me, running the back of his knuckles against my jaw softly, affectionately. “I told you, he doesn’t mind.” And Ronan’s mouth is on mine again, his tongue prodding my mouth open to slide in.

  It’s hard not to get lost in him, his lips so full and soft and skilled. I can’t believe that I’ve had sex with this guy and yet I’m only kissing him now.

  Music fills the truck cab as Connor turns the volume up. Ronan unweaves his hand from my hair, catching his fingers in the tangles. I startle against his mouth when his hand cups my left breast.

  Is this wrong? Letting Connor watch him do this?

  “Does it feel good?” Ronan whispers, somehow honing in on exactly where my nipple is, rubbing over it until it begins to harden.

  “Yes, but—”

  “No buts.” He smiles against my mouth. “Just close your eyes and kiss me.”

  “But Connor—”

  “Connor is crazy about you.” He pulls back just long enough to show me his eyes. “I’ll stop when you don’t enjoy it anymore. I promise. Just say the word.”

  I hear myself whisper, “Okay.”

  His lips fall to mine again. And then his hand is sliding down and under, and back up my work shirt. Within seconds he’s figured out that the clasp is in the front and, with a push of the button, my breasts spring free of my bra. He takes turns rubbing each one with his large, callused hands, in that almost too-rough way of his.

  I whimper, reaching up to pull his lips closer to mine, not daring to look at Connor right now.

  Ronan works my shirt up, and cool air touches my skin. I hear a soft, “holy fuck,” come from the other side of the truck. Ronan’s bared my breasts to Connor now.