by Renee Rose
“So… what happened tonight?” I asked. “I mean, how did you happen by my street at ten at night?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just had a bad feeling,” he said, stealing a look at me as he drove. “I pay attention to my gut when it tells me something’s wrong.”
As if I hadn’t already thought he was a badass. Now I found out he has a sixth sense thing, too.
“I swear I’m not stalking you.” The corner of his mouth quirked. “Although I guess it looks that way.”
It did seem it, but nothing about Clint made me nervous. I felt… safe. With Todd, I was always on edge, even when he was charming. I always felt off-balance and wrong-footed, as if I could never say or do the right thing. With Clint, it was the opposite. I felt totally at ease. There was even the looming issue of my pregnancy standing between us, and I was going off with him into the cold night. The cab of his truck was warm with the heat blasting.
He pulled up in front of a cute cottage not far from Audrey’s house in town. “This is a place that my parents own. It’s not rented right now, so you can stay here as long as you need.”
The porch light was on, and the sidewalk shoveled. A large tree was in the front yard, and I guessed it was leafy and shady in the summer. It was… cute.
“Thank you for this,” I reached over and touched his arm. “I’ve been alone in this mess with Todd for so long… it feels nice to have someone in my corner for a change. After what he did today, I admit it felt good watching you try to strangle him.”
He frowned. “You’re talking about more than the tire, aren’t you?”
I looked away, nodded.
Fingers beneath my chin had me looking back at him. “What else did he do?” The question was low and deadly.
I took a deep breath, told him about the credit card and the bank account.
“Fuck… shit, sorry.”
I laughed at the way he tried not to swear. The feeling, the… lightness of being with Clint was almost foreign to me.
Easy.
He took off his hat, ran a hand through his hair. I realized I’d never seen him without his cowboy hat before. His dark hair was longer on the top than the sides. It had been groomed until his frustration messed it up. It still looked good.
“Sugar, I’m definitely in your corner,” Clint declared. “Even without sex.” He threw open his door.
“Yeah, about that…” I slid out my side of the truck and dropped to the ground.
“Oh?” There was no denying the obvious interest in his voice. He pulled my suitcase out of the back seat and walked around to meet me.
“I might have been a little hasty,” I admitted. God, I’d made it five whole minutes after telling him no sex to yes sex. I was a little slut where he was concerned.
His eyes caught the streetlight and for a moment looked like they glowed silver. His grin was definitely feral. I didn’t even know how it was possible because he was still holding my suitcase, but he somehow swept me up into his arms like a new bride and carried me up to the doorstep. I gasped and set my hand against his hard chest. Even without a coat he was warm.
Hot, even. Literally and figuratively.
“There’s no pressure, sugar,” he said in a deep, velvety rumble. “I need to keep you safe, that’s all.” He fit the key in the lock and pushed the door open. “But if you did want a repeat of our previous escapade, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
The bastard winked. Of course, the wink was my undoing. I bit his neck. He growled.
“Make you a deal,” I whispered.
“All right.” He flipped on the lights. I shot my hand out and flicked them back off.
“Keep the lights off, and I’m all yours.”
He stood still for a moment. I couldn’t make out much of his face in the darkness, but his eyes still glinted, almost like an animal’s. Like he could see in the deep shadows of the room. But of course, that would be impossible.
“Deal,” he murmured, carrying me swiftly through the darkness, like he knew his way blind. He kicked open a door and lay me on a soft bed. I tugged off my coat and heard the thunk thunk of his boots hitting the floor. I toed mine off, too, then pulled my pajama top over my head.
This was going to work out perfectly.
He wouldn’t see my baby bump, and I’d still get to have fun. It wasn’t like we’d seen much of each other in the storeroom. My skirt had been hitched up about my waist, and he’d been too frantic to do more than yank my panties to the side. I’d barely gotten a glimpse of his dick. We’d had incredible sex without seeing each other’s bodies. We could do that again now.
In the back of my mind, I knew my reasoning was about as wonky as a tilt-a-whirl, but I ignored my better sense. I blamed it on the hormones. I’d never been hornier in my life than I had been since I started growing this baby, and the fact that it was Clint here with me…
I had to admit, he’d featured prominently in all my fantasies when I took the time to relieve my frustration with my fingers or my battery-operated boyfriend since the summer. He’d pretty much ruined me for all other guys.
I cupped my tender breasts, my nipples already hardened into tight buds.
Clint stilled then inhaled, as if he could see what I was doing, but that was impossible. The room was so dark, I could barely make out his outline. I heard the rustle of his clothing and tried to conjure an image of him stark naked.
I remembered from our night together he was made of solid muscle. Ripped abs beneath my palms so defined you could climb them. A long, lean frame. Thick, over-sized dick.
“Sugar, if you want the lights out because you’re embarrassed about some part of your body, can I just tell you right now that you’re perfect?” he rumbled, his voice coming closer. I felt the dip of the bed and imagined him setting a knee down and crawling toward me.
Oh yeah, I was totally prey.
I shimmied out of my pajama pants. I wasn’t wearing panties because, well, I was an Ob/Gyn nurse, and I knew the importance of getting air down there. I also knew the importance of more than one form of birth control.
“It’s not that,” I said, but my hand went to my baby bump. “I just feel more comfortable this way. Okay?”
“Sure. This time.” His gravelly voice hummed right beside my ear, and he pushed me onto my back, covering my naked body with his.
I shivered, relishing the shock of hot skin on skin. Clint nipped and licked down my neck to arrive at one nipple.
He flicked his tongue over it, cupping and squeezing my breast the way I’d just been doing. “You’re bigger than before,” he observed before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking.
The corresponding tug between my legs made me arch up with a gasp. “Oh shit, Clint. Y-you can’t possibly remember,” I argued.
“Oh, I remember,” he swore, his breath fanning my sensitive flesh. “Nothing could ever make me forget the sight of those beautiful breasts bouncing while I gave it to you hard in that storeroom. I hadn’t even gotten your top off. Now, these gorgeous tits are all mine. I’m gonna give them the attention they deserve.”
A streak of excitement ran through me at his dirty talk. And the fact that he was dirty talking about me. My body.
While I didn’t want him to guess the true nature of the growing size of my breasts, it felt amazing to be really seen. He’d paid attention. Remembered.
It was unbelievably hot.
He shifted to give the same treatment to my other breast. I shivered and moaned. My nipples were so damn sensitive these days, but he wasn’t too rough with them. It was perfect. So perfect, I could’ve come from nipple sucking alone.
I ran my hands down his sides and around the back to sink my fingernails in the tight muscles of his ass, pulling his hips tighter into the cradle of my legs.
When he thrust in response, the head of his dick managed to find my entrance without assistance. “Oh damn, sugar,” he muttered. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, Becky. You feel so good. Oh fates...wait. Hang on—I didn’t get suited up.”
“It’s okay,” I blurted, without thinking it through. It wasn’t like I could get pregnant a second time. That horse was so far out of the barn.
This morning, he’d said he hadn’t been with anyone since me, so I figured he was clean.
“I’m on the pill,” I said to explain myself.
He was already rocking into me, deeper and deeper, as if he couldn’t help himself.
“And I’m clean,” I added.
“I’m clean, too,” he said, sounding almost winded. Or pained. “Fuck, Becky. I’ve never done it raw. Goddamn.” He shoved deeper, a harder thrust. When my head slid toward the headboard, he grasped my nape and pushed me back down then melded his lips to mine in a hot kiss. There was no fumbling in the dark. He seemed to know where my body was in space. All his moves were sure and confident. He was a God in bed and out of it.
He was big, and I felt stretched. It didn’t hurt, but my body had to adjust to all of him. The feel of him on top of me, his heavy weight kept off as he rested on his forearms, made me feel totally claimed. He wasn’t holding me down, the only thing connecting us was his dick deep inside me, but I felt pinned.
Safe. The way he made me feel… my vibrator was going to be tossed out after this. There was no comparison to Clint’s dick. It was as if he knew just how to swivel his hips to hit sensitive spots inside me and to rub against my eager clit.
I kissed him back, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. How was it possible this guy hadn’t already been snatched up? Especially in a small town like this one? He was perfect in every way.
For one glimmer of a moment, I let myself indulge in the fantasy of keeping Clint. Telling him about the baby and signing on with him to raise our child together. But I knew from experience these things didn’t work out. Life was far from perfect. Messy. I’d be a fool to rush into another hot mess when I wasn’t out of my first one yet.
The darkness made it easy for me to let go of my thoughts and misgivings. To tune into the delicious sensations and do nothing but feel. Clint filling me, stretching me. His rough rhythm. Our ragged breathing. It became more than sex. It was an act of worship—on both our parts. I had this crazy sense that we were meant to be, like there was some god orchestrating everything, and our two souls were meant to collide, meant to dance together.
“Fuck, sugar,” he breathed against my neck. He was just as into this.
Something burst in my chest because I realized it must mean our child was meant to be. Perhaps the little peanut had orchestrated everything. The baby’s soul somehow threw us together to make sure it would come into this world to the right parents, at the right time.
This was all crazy. Fantasy fiction. I’d been reading too many Harry Potter novels. Hell, I was delirious from the need to come.
Except I swore the Earth tilted, and the bed slid sideways as Clint brought the pad of his thumb to my clit and rubbed.
I screamed, arching up as my toes curled up, and my legs shot long alongside him. The orgasm rocked through me like a sonic blast, and I shivered from head to toe as the waves kept rolling and rolling. I’d never come like this before. Not with any other guy. Not with my vibrator or fingers. Not even in the storeroom our first time.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and lights danced in my vision.
And then I was on my belly, Clint nudging my legs wide and entering me from behind. I straightened my arms and braced myself against the headboard, so he could use some force, and he did, setting one hand on my shoulder to hold me in place. He fucked me hard, wrapping a fist in my hair and gently tugging to lift my head.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh, our ragged breaths filled the air.
“Aw, you just got so wet, sugar. You like having your hair pulled?”
Did I? No one had ever done it before.
I whimpered my assent. I sure liked it when he did it, anyway. But then, I liked everything he did. Somehow, he’d mastered the art of being both respectful and dirty at the same time. I felt safe with him, even with his huge size and strength. He was fucking me like I was a two-dollar hooker, and yet he was making sure I was right there with him. I was. I so… fucking was.
I felt the headboard lean as he moved his hand and braced against it, too, and he plowed deeper, right into my g-spot. His loins slapped my ass, activating every pleasure center. My swollen breasts rubbed over the bedcovers, my pussy gushed with arousal. I wanted it. Needed it, and I’d already come once. I rarely came more than one time, but this time, nothing was going to stop it.
“Clint,” I started whimpering, my need for release getting close again.
“Becky… sugar… I’m going to come,” he warned. “I’m going to fill you up.”
“Oh God, yes,” I moaned, so ready.
He pounded into me, and I arched my back, spread my legs wide and braced my arms to take every wild thrust. This was more intense than the time in the storeroom. Wild. Frantic. As if we couldn’t get enough. It was… savage. Both of us were.
“Please,” I whimpered, even though it was already happening. I was out of my mind—didn’t know what I was saying. I reached between my legs, touched my clit. It was so big, so hard and swollen. “Please, Clint, please.”
“Yes!” he roared. “Fuck, yes!” He was a wild beast, pounding over me in a capturing, violent hug from behind. His arms banded around me, and we bounced on the bed and rolled to the side, while he continued to jerk and come inside me.
I swore I felt the heat of his cum hitting my inner walls, searing me with his essence. If I wasn’t already pregnant, that would have done it.
“Ouch!” I startled when something sharp pricked my shoulder.
Clint jerked so hard both our bodies lifted into the air and flopped back down on the mattress like we were on a trampoline. “Oh, shit, Becky, I think I bit you.” He sounded a little panicked.
“I know you did,” I laughed ruefully. “I felt it.” I reached up to cover the place that stung and throbbed. “Oh my God, I think it’s bleeding.”
“I know, I’m sorry. Shit, I’m so sorry.” Clint moved my hand and—to my shock—licked the place his tooth had punctured my skin. The throbbing immediately eased.
“Seriously. I don’t even know how that’s possible.” I tried to imagine how his teeth could be so sharp because he hadn’t bitten me that hard.
“You felt so good,” he groaned, trying to catch his breath. “I lost control. I will never bite you again, I promise.”
“It’s okay,” I murmured, already sleepy after the two orgasms. The idea of him getting that turned on, that kinky, that he wanted to bite me, well, was over the top. Knowing I made him that wild filled me with female power. “I’m fine.”
“Fuck,” Clint whispered, but he settled behind me, curling his larger body around mine and wrapping an arm over my waist. He splayed his palm right over my abdomen, like he knew about the pregnancy. Like he was laying claim to the baby. Or protecting it.
But that was silly. He couldn’t know because it was dark, and I’d covered his hand with mine, so he wouldn’t slide it around and explore the shape of my belly.
As I drifted off to sleep, I heard myself humming contentedly, my voice mimicking the pleasure in my body. The warmth in my limbs. The satisfaction of feeling Clint’s cum leaking from my slit as he held me in his arms and brushed his lips in my hair.
For now, I was happy. Safe. Sated. The rest? It wasn’t going away, but it could wait.
11
CLINT
I marked my mate!
My wolf was off the fucking rails.
Now, as the first morning light filtered through the windows, he was just as content as could be because as far as he was concerned, I was right where I was supposed to be. My mate was sleeping in my arms. My cum had dried between
her legs. My scent was permanently embedded in her skin to mark her as mine. No one could doubt who she belonged to now.
My pup grew in her belly.
Yeah, she kind of missed telling me about that.
If things weren’t so damn precarious between us—if she understood that she now belonged to me for the rest of her sweet life—I’d turn her over my knee and spank her juicy ass for keeping her pregnancy a secret.
Keep the lights off, and I’m all yours.
Had she really thought she could hide it from me? Of course, she didn’t know I could see in the dark. Even if I couldn’t, I would’ve known her breasts were bigger. More sensitive. Her belly had grown, and her pussy had been practically dripping for dick. Her hormones were out of control, and I was the only one who could ease her need. And mine.
Knowing she had my pup in her made me crazed. The fucking had been intense, as if I were trying to give her everything I’d saved up during our months apart.
Hell, if I’d known she was pregnant, I’d have given up the enforcer job months ago. I hadn’t known I had a mate or a pup on the way.
As she slept soundly in my hold, I had to wonder how long she planned to keep the existence of our pup from me? How long?
She’d have to tell me eventually. Winter clothes and heavy coats hid how she grew with my child, but before long, it couldn’t be kept a secret. And naked and in the light of day? I’d see it. What then?
Hell, we’d run into each other at the grocery store by accident.
I paused, realized she’d thrown up because she was pregnant. How much more of a sign could I have gotten? Four months, and she hadn’t gotten in touch with me. She was friends with Audrey. They worked together, and she could have gotten my number at any time. But she hadn’t.
A piece of me was angry, but when I considered the shitshow her marriage had been and the state of her life right now, I could easily see how she might not be in a hurry to open up dialogue with a near stranger about the fact that they’d conceived a child. In the storeroom of a bar.
Maybe she was in denial about the pregnancy. I didn’t mean she didn’t know. Hell, she’d vomited on my shoes. She knew.