Skin Walkers: Baymac

by Susan Bliler

  She watched as his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened. The slightest of grins tweaked the corner of his mouth, and he lifted a hand to her shoulder and eased her back onto the bed, his big body coming over hers. He settled on top of her with her legs wrapped around him. One hand reached down and gripped her thigh, forcing her to bend one leg before he did the same to the other leg.

  “I’ll make you a deal.”

  She stared at him suspiciously.

  “You keep your clothes on. I keep my jeans on. If I can make you come in the next five minutes, we go one step further?”

  Grace’s brows dipped down. “You think you can make me come without me being naked?”

  He grinned wickedly. “I know I can, Angel.”

  “You can’t slide your hands inside my pants!”

  “I won’t do that until you ask me to.”

  “I won’t ask you to,” she countered.

  “What do you say? Five minutes, Grace. Let me prove to you that your douche of an ex was a fuck who knew less about women than a teenage Skin Walker.” His gaze turned imploring. “Let me show you that he lied to you. Let me break your belief that it’s you.” He brushed his fingers through her hair and pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered. “It’s not you.”

  ***

  Honestly, Baymac didn’t know if he could do this because, right now, Grace’s eyes were pools of worry. The scent of her arousal still blossomed in the air though and that gave him hope.

  “If I want to stop?”

  “Say the word.”

  “You… You won’t be mad?”

  Holy fuck he wanted to find this Otto prick and rip his intestines out through his pee hole. “No, Grace. No anger, no disappointment.”

  She turned her head to the side and worried her bottom lip between her teeth. He could scent it though. Her body was responding to his being on top of hers. He feigned adjusting his weight and let the hard bar of his cock rub against the vee of her parted thighs. She blinked and it took a little longer than usual before the scent of her arousal heightened and hit him like a sledgehammer between the eyes.

  Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her neck and spoke softly, “Five minutes, Angel.”

  A shudder coursed through her body, and he smiled against her skin.

  “Five…” She swallowed hard. “Five minutes,” she breathed.

  Gently, he gripped her jaw and forced her to look at him. Fuck, she’s beautiful! Baymac’s eyes dipped to her lips. He could tell by the tension in her frame that she expected him to just go to work. Wasn’t happening. Now that he got her to acquiesce, he wanted to take his time, wanted to savor her. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her softly, a mere brushing of his lips against hers. Grace inhaled and her lips softened against his, parting slightly. There’s my girl. He licked the seam of her lips and when her tongue darted out to lick her own lips it brushed against his. Visceral need tore through him. He couldn’t keep from plunging his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was filled with passion, and he grinned against her mouth when Grace’s arms wrapped around his neck, and a sexy little sound worked its way up her throat.

  Before he could even get the chance to show her how good it could be, Grace lifted her knees and rolled her hips against him. A rumble rattled his chest, and he knew it turned Grace on when she groaned and pushed her hips harder against his. Eager to oblige, Baymac worked his hips against hers and in seconds, they were both panting against each other.

  “Fffffuck!” Grace moaned and Baymac agreed.

  She felt better than he’d expected. She tasted better than he’d expected, and the scent of her heat filling the room was doing funny things to his head. He was supposed to be showing her something, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what it was because her aroma was drawing his beasts to the fore where they stomped and growled, demanding he claim her.

  Hips still rubbing against hers erotically, Baymac nudged her face to the side and kissed his way down her throat. When he got to the spot just below her ear, Grace shuddered. He sucked on her neck hard, and she arched into him with a need, “Mac!”

  Fuck, she was close. He could feel it. He was close too. Hips working faster, his arms tensed as he held his weight off of her and struggled not to come. It wasn’t happening, not until Grace got hers.

  “S-something….something’s wrong!” she panted. “I need…”

  Her words died off as she clung to him and then grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth back to hers. He knew what she needed. He felt the same ache in his belly. He needed to be inside of her, but that wasn’t the deal, so he continued rubbing his shaft against the now damp seam of Grace’s jeans. He could feel her heat even through the clothes they wore.

  Sharp little nails scored his back and Grace broke the kiss as her body convulsed and she cried out, “BAYMAC!” There it was. Proof. His Grace wasn’t broken.

  Shudders coursed through her body as he continued to roll his hips against hers, drawing out the last of her orgasm. When Grace’s eyes finally opened and locked on his, they were filled with heat and need.

  “It wasn’t me.”

  Leaning down, he kissed her long and deep before pulling back. “No, Angel. It was never you. You ready for the next step?”

  She blinked up at him and then determination took her features. “Yes.”

  “Good girl,” he grinned pulling out of her arms and getting off the bed. “Clothes off, Angel.”

  He’d half expected her to argue, but the only thing she said was, “Can we turn off the light?”

  He looked at the light switch and then to the fire place. He made his way to the hearth and quickly built up a fire before pacing to the light switch and turning it off. Even in the dark his eyesight was impeccable, but when he made love to Grace he wanted the warm glow of the fire showing on her, and he wanted her to see him too. Turning to make his way back to her, he realized his hands were shaking and he looked down at them in bewilderment. A quick assessment told him he was equal parts excited and nervous. He understood the excitement. He had never wanted anything like he wanted to be inside Grace. But, the nervousness was new to him. He was a Skin Walker Sentry for Christ’s sake!

  Dragging his gaze from his hands up to Grace he wanted to study the source of his new found emotions, but when he saw Grace tucked under the blankets, bare shoulders peeking out and bright eyes watching him, all thought fled but one. Sex.

  His hands went to the front of his jeans and ripped them open. He shoved them down his hips, having a little trouble freeing his raging erection. When he shoved the material down his legs and looked at Grace, she was staring at his cock.

  “You’re…big.”

  “Don’t worry, Angel. We’ll go slow.”

  He stalked to the bed and grinned inwardly when Grace hunched further under the blankets. At the end of the bed, he fisted all the blankets and comforter and slowly pulled them. Grace’s hands resisted at first until he said, “We won’t be needing these.”

  Her tiny little fists reluctantly released, and his eyes tracked to where the covers were exposing his Grace inch by exquisite fucking inch.

  He slowly exposed soft shoulders, the mounds of her breast, and then luscious pink nipples that were beaded and ready for his mouth. His cock jerked at the thought and Grace gasped. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to have her making that sound when she was beneath him.

  Hands still pulling on the covers, his eyes dipped to her soft tummy and then he inhaled and bit his lips when dark curls were exposed. The hair looked damp and he flared his nostrils, needing to drink in her scent. A snarl curled his lip and an ache he’d never experienced before seized his balls. To his dismay, Grace lifted her arms and covered her breasts while her legs bent and covered her pussy.

  “Uh-uh.” He dropped the blankets on the ground and then planted a hand on the bed. His free hand collared Grace’s ankle and she gasped when he pulled her down the bed, her arms bracing on her sides as she tried to keep from laying back. Bef
ore she had even righted herself, Baymac was laying face down on the bed, face buried between her legs. He heard her cry a startled, “No!” But it was too late. He licked up her wet slit, and Grace cried out and gripped his hair. He’d stop if she really wanted him to, but he was going to make damn sure she didn’t want him to because right now he needed this just as badly, if not more, than Grace did.

  His lips closed over her clit and he sucked. He wanted her coming hard and fast this time. He wanted her to know last time wasn’t a fluke.

  Grace jerked her hips and broke their connection and tried to scramble away, but Baymac pinned her hips in place with a strong arm thrown over them. Instead of sucking on her clit again, though, he licked her again and then slowly slid his tongue inside her. She screamed and fisted his hair hard, but her pussy clenched around him and he could taste her cream as her body reacted to his ministrations.

  He licked as far inside her as he could, curling his tongue and touching places inside her he wanted no other man touching. When he pulled his tongue out and flattened it over her clit, he licked furiously. Her body was trembling now, her thighs quivering on either side of his head and when he knew she was on the cusp of falling apart, he slid two fingers inside her and closed his lips around the pearl of her clit, drawing it into his mouth with gentle tugs until Grace shattered in his arms. Her legs slammed against his shoulders in an attempt to close, but that wasn’t happening. He wasn’t done yet.

  When her clenching channel slowed then eased, Baymac pulled his fingers from her and lifted his head. Grace was staring down at him in shock. Her cheeks flushed bright when he lifted his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

  “Not you, Grace.” He climbed over her body just as he’d done earlier only this time there was nothing separating them. “Just like earlier, Angel. Only this time we do it right.”

  Grace reached out and flattened her hands on his chest before smoothing them down his abs. She nodded and Goddamn if she didn’t look like an Angel right now. Dark, satiny hair fanned out on the pillow, cheeks flushed from passion, lips pink and ready, and her body… He wanted to die right now, right here with her.

  Leaning down he claimed her mouth and she kissed him back eagerly. Her bare skin pressed against his and when he lifted her legs as she’d done earlier, she was so wet that his hard shaft slipped inside of her. Baymac tensed and broke their kiss, pulling back to look down at her.

  Grace craned her neck to follow his kiss but finally opened her eyes to look at him when she couldn’t reach him.

  “You gotta say so, baby. Tell me you want this.”

  She nodded, but he shook his head. “Words, Grace. Say it fast.” She had to because his arms were trembling now with the force of the restraint it was taking to keep from bucking fully into her.

  “Yes.” Grace cupped his jaw and pulled his chin down. “Yes, Baymac. I want this. I want you.”

  Fuck if those words didn’t break something inside of him. He slipped inside of her as gently as he could manage and once he was fully seated, he studied her to make sure she was comfortable with the size of him. Grace was panting now and when her hips rolled, he lost it. His hips started working. He was rutting into her with wild abandon as the sounds of their sex filled the air. Wet slaps, his grunts, her sexy little mewls of pleasure. One hand found her breast and he dropped his mouth to it, needing to taste the tight little bud, all the while his hips worked.

  Grace’s channel fluttered around him. He tugged hard on her breast until she was crying out and arching into him. “Baymac! Fffffuck!”

  He could feel her body tightening and thank the fucking Gods because he wasn’t going to last. His hips slammed into hers and she was so damn tight he wondered if he’d even be able to pull free from her.

  Grace screamed and then her body seized. A few more thrusts and Baymac was following her into bliss as his frame went taut over her, his cock shooting his seed deep inside her. He slowed his hips but continued to fuck her until he was emptied.

  Bending, he took Grace’s lips in a long tender kiss before shoving her head aside with his nose and dropping his lips to her throat where he sucked hard, needing to leave some sort of mark on her.

  He released her neck with a loud smack and was happy with the pink that stained a little mark on her throat.

  He didn’t pull from her body as he lowered and rolled, pulling Grace on top of him where he held her. He brushed her hair to the side as she cuddled against him, his hand drawing little circles on her back as their breathing slowed.

  What had started as a lesson for Grace had turned into something much more. He was the one who was taught something, and that something was that no woman had ever felt as perfect to him as Grace did.

  Chapter 13

  Grace woke groggy. At first she didn’t remember where she was, but when she stretched and her body was deliciously sore, her eyes snapped open. She was alone in bed and the room was quiet. Light filtered through the blinds and the fire had long since died out.

  Sitting up, she shoved hair from her face and winced at the soreness that zinged through her.

  She and Baymac had made love repeatedly throughout the night. Each time one of them woke, it was like their need called out to the other because either she or Baymac would stir and then they’d be losing themselves in each other. It had been exquisite and something she’d never experienced before. He’d been right. A woman’s body was an instrument and he was an expert musician. He’d played her so skillfully that it left her breathless and in awe. She’d been shocked to discover that not only could a man evoke an orgasm from her, but that it could be done over and over. Her ex, Otto, had been what Kya liked to call a ‘one dump chump’. He had been too. He’d get off and then he’d pass out, never once caring that he’d left Grace not only wanting but feeling ashamed. Baymac was nothing like Otto. Each time they’d made love, he’d ensured she got off first, and he was so damn careful and gentle. Even when his thrusts grew fevered he was still cautious about not hurting her. Otto never did that. In fact, he’d get so excited that he’d brace his weight, often on her hair and she’d be trying to stop him from ripping out her hair while he was focused on himself. Bastard! Now she hated him even more. He’d convinced her that she was the failure in the bedroom, when all this time it had been him.

  Flinging herself back on the bed, she sighed as she hugged the blankets to her chest and stared at the ceiling. What did she do now? Baymac had ruined her for any other man and they weren’t even in a relationship. In fact, she now felt guilt for not telling him the full reason she was going to the Blackbird pack in Glacier.

  She lay in bed another ten minutes before the stickiness of her body compelled her to get up. She wrapped a sheet around herself and looked for her clothes, but couldn’t find them.

  Crossing to the door, she peeked out in the hall, but there was no sign of Baymac so she tip-toed to the bathroom where she quickly showered, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair. Once she was all cleaned up, she smiled at her reflection in the foggy mirror. Something about the little hickey on her neck sent a zing of pleasure coursing through her. She was fingering it when there was a knock at the door.

  “Grace?”

  She turned and cracked the door to peek out. Baymac stood in the hall fully clothed and holding her clothes in a folded stack.

  “Here. I washed your clothes.”

  She smiled up at him, “Thank you.” Her smile faltered though when Baymac didn’t look at her but simply held her garments out to her with a grim set to his lips.

  O-kay. The instant she took her clothes, Baymac abruptly turned and disappeared down the hall. His actions had dread pitting in her belly.

  ***

  Baymac stalked to the kitchen and resisted the urge to punch a hole in the wall. What had he done, what had he done, what in the fuck had he done? He paced and plowed his hands into his hair. This! This was why he didn’t do missions involving women! Christ! Not even a week with her and they’
d already had sex. Epically fucking fantastic sex! Had she ruined him for other women? Probably!

  He checked the stove again and the thermostat. He’d gotten up early and watched the news. The storm had broken and plows were out clearing roads. Hopefully he and Grace could get down Kris and Mary’s rural road to the highway.

  He stepped into the living room just as Grace entered looking fucking amazing. He snapped his eyes away from her and brushed past her as he made his way to the bedroom. Making short work of ripping the sheets and comforter off the bed, he stalked to the laundry room while Grace followed quietly behind him, watching him warily.

  “We’re heading out today.”

  “But…the roads.”

  “Are being plowed. Storm broke. Saw it on the news.” Why in hell was he talking like a robot? Because he was trying to put distance between him and Grace.

  “O-kay,” she followed him back to the living room after he stuffed their dirty linens into a laundry basket. “Shouldn’t we wait for Mary and Kris to return?”

  “Don’t know when that’ll be. Can’t wait.” Still talking like a robot. Damnit! He turned to Grace reluctantly. “You want me to make you something to eat before we hit the road or you wanna see if we can find some place on our way? There are a few options in Belt.”

  She shrugged and looked down. He could scent her disappointment. “Whatever you think.”

  He watched her turn and go to the coat rack where she slipped her feet into her boots and shrugged into her coat then stood waiting, eyes locked on the ground. He felt like shit because she looked like a child who’d just been admonished, and he’d done that to her. “We’ll eat on the road, okay?”

  She didn’t look up though, only nodded. He wanted to punch himself in the nuts. Instead, he checked over the house one last time before ushering Grace out to the truck and lifting her in. Even that brief contact with her had his dick going hard. Fffffuck! What have I done?

  Chapter 14

  The drive was long and quiet. Baymac didn’t speak and Grace didn’t want to bother him because the roads were still really bad. Hell, she didn’t think they were going to be able to make it to the highway from Kris and Mary’s house because the roads there hadn’t been plowed at all, but Baymac pushed the truck onward with a fierce determination that was deflating. It was almost like he didn’t want to spend any more time holed up in the cabin with her. Wrapping her arms tighter around herself to ease the hollow feeling in her middle, she watched the snowy pines out her window. Did he use me for sex? It didn’t make sense. He was too damn gorgeous to need to waste his time with her. She knew he could have his pick of any female, but she couldn’t place why he’d suddenly shut down on her.