Bad Wolf (A Breed MC Book Book 5)

by Anne Marsh

  Rain frowns at me as I shut the door behind us. “Why are we in a closet?”

  “So I can kiss you.”

  Duh.

  It’s not like I’m jonesing to sightsee her office supplies. It’s pitch black in the closet and her breathing picks up just a little. She doesn’t have my night vision and it’s gonna take her some time to adjust. I run my hand down her arm, tangling my fingers with hers just in case she’s scared of the dark.

  Her frown deepens, but she doesn’t pull away. “We’re standing in the dark.”

  I can see just fine. Sucks to not be a wolf. “You kiss with your eyes open?”

  She ignores me and tries again. “How does kissing help?”

  I reach behind us and flip the lock on the door. It’s one of those cheap-ass doorknobs with a little switch. One good hit with my boot or my shoulder and the whole mechanism would pop open like a club pass-around dropping her panties and spreading wide. Both have their uses, but I want something more.

  I give up trying to figure out what that is, however, and walk her backward to the copier. Since the room’s actually a closet, this takes no time at all. Just long enough for her to say no—which she doesn’t.

  I wrap my hands around her waist and boost her up on top of the copier. She makes the cutest squeaking sound.

  “I’m at work.”

  Does the woman never read? According to books I’ve stolen from the girls at the clubhouse, workplace boning is a top ten female fantasy.

  I step between her legs. “Is Dick Ex hanging around outside?”

  “Seriously?”

  “If you walk outside all mussed up and with sex hair, the man will have a coronary.”

  Rain gapes at me. She definitely didn’t think through the whole faux boyfriend plan, which was clearly much more of an impulse than an actual thought out, coherent plan. That’s her problem, though. She can figure out next steps while I hold up my end of our deal.

  Her ex would be on my to-do list anyhow because a guy who stakes out his ex-girlfriend’s parking lot while smelling of another woman has some serious issues that need to be resolved ASAP. While he probably thinks he’s harmless and he’s just upping his game in the romance department while he hedges his bets, it’s not cool. No always means take your sad, fucking ass somewhere else stat, which is a point I’ll be making to him with my fists.

  “This is a bad idea,” Rain mutters. She doesn’t try to slide off the copier, though, and that’s all the encouragement that I need.

  “It’s the best bad idea ever.” I tug her closer, sliding a hand beneath her to cup her ass. I totally should have dated around the medical profession before because I learn pretty quick that scrubs are thin. I find the edge of her panties with my fingers and trace the soft line. Might be boy-cheek panties. Might be a bikini. Definitely far too much coverage for a thong. I drag my finger over the line and amuse myself with the possibilities.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Buzz kill.” I drop a kiss on her nose. “Yes or no?”

  “Yes.”

  And then she reaches up, throws her arms around my neck, and yanks my face down to hers. I think she’s still working partially blind because her mouth misses mine by inches, but I’m happy to help out. I fist her ponytail and redirect her lips.

  “You think that’s enough?” She sounds dazed when I lift my mouth from hers.

  “Lemme kiss you a little more, ‘kay?”

  I should stop. I’m not a total asshole. She’s at work, she’s the lady boss, and getting caught in a closet with her biker boyfriend won’t help her professionally unless she’s looking for a career switch. Except I fucking love touching her and she’s not exactly discouraging me. I picked lunchtime too, so the office isn’t full of pregnant ladies waiting for their appointments and most of the staff has already headed out to pick up food or run errands.

  So I pull free of her death grip, give myself enough room to work, and press a kiss against her collarbone. “Kisses are the best.”

  You fucking hear the promise in my voice? Rain does too.

  “Okay.” She grabs my head again, but that’s not the kind of kissing I have in mind.

  The scrubs might cover Rain up from head to toe in bright, cheerful pink, but it’s like a candy wrapper. I can still make out her curves and I’m desperate to unwrap her. Before she can octopus my head, I drop to my knees, sliding her to the edge of the photocopier.

  She clutches at my shoulders for balance. “Fang?”

  “Shhh. Getting busy.” It takes me all of an instant to slide her legs over my shoulders and push the edge of her shirt up. It takes another, longer moment for me to appreciate my view. She’s gorgeous. I tease the soft curve of her belly with my tongue, loving the feel of her. She’s silky and sweet, which makes her number one on this big, bad wolf’s to eat list. Thank fuck for elastic waistbands. When I reach the top of her panties, I slide my tongue beneath the edge.

  “We shouldn’t—”

  “Should,” I whisper. “Say yes, baby?”

  There’s a pause that feels like fucking forever. I rest my cheek against her skin and wait. Not gonna go where she doesn’t want me to go, but she’s killing me with the wait.

  “Yes,” she groans. “But if anyone catches us, I’m killing you. Just so we’re clear.”

  Works for me. I lift her ass with my hands, yank her pants off, and plant my mouth on her pussy before she can change her mind.

  Fucking sweetest treat on the planet.

  I open her up with my thumbs and lean forward. Lick her deep and slow, my tongue exploring, Christopher fucking Columbus going where he had no business going but bent on conquering anyhow. She tastes like all my favorite things and like something more. When I reach her clit, she squeals.

  Not sure what she’s trying to tell me, but she sounds happy. She tears at my head with her hands, hanging on, steering my mouth this way and that. Rain’s got a few opinions about how I should eat her, and I’m happy to listen. Take direction well, too, because in minutes I’ve got her panting and making these breathy little moans. I lick and play with her hard, fucking her pussy with my tongue and my fingers as she gasps ohohohoh. We’re the best fucking symphony.

  Her knees tighten around my head and I give her what she needs, pushing two fingers into her pussy and giving her something hard to ride while I suck at her clit. Nothing’s more important than finishing her. She tightens her grip on my hair—I’m gonna have to invest in Rogaine when she’s done with me—and pushes against my mouth. Once. Again. Then she freezes and I feel the little tremors starting beneath my lips and it’s a thousand, million times better than getting myself off.

  She comes, riding my face, making all sorts of noises that I need to remember because nothing’s sexier than Rain letting go and trusting me to hold her. She’s not loud, but she doesn’t hold back, either. She tightens and clenches, pressing her pussy hard against my mouth until she sags backward. That’s okay. I’ve still got her. I get up, scoop her into my arms, and swipe her spot on top of the photocopier. Not sure it’s built to take our weight, but she’s gorgeous and I need to hold her.

  Just for a moment—one of those instants. Whatever this is I’m feeling, it’ll pass. Probably just the side effect of all the blood abandoning my head and rushing to my dick. Nothing serious. Nothing… real.

  I’m such a fucking liar.

  Not sure how long we sit together (because I’m not gonna admit to cuddling) but eventually Rain starts wriggling in my arms and makes a grab for her pants. Since they’re on the floor, this shoves her naked ass against my rockhard dick and it’s my turn to groan.

  “I have to get back to work,” she announces. Sounds fucking chipper too—guess she’s not the type to pass out after she’s come hard.

  I set her down on the floor and she hauls on her clothes. Huh. Not that I haven’t done the same thing myself, but I hadn’t realized just how much it sucks, not being done with someone when that someone has already moved on.
And I just don’t mean the sex stuff, although I’m dying to stick my dick in her and pound her hard.

  “Thanks.” She sets her hands on either side of me—yeah, I’m still sitting on the stupid photocopier—and brushes a quick kiss over my cheek. My cheek. Of course, maybe that’s just because she knows where my mouth’s been.

  Maybe.

  Not sure what to say back, if I’m being honest.

  Manners are always good, though, right? “Welcome,” I growl.

  Think I might sound a little grumpy because she giggles—fucking giggles—and then she hightails it out the door. I don’t bother chasing her, because she does have to get back to work. I’m not gonna mess with her on that, but I’m not done with her. Not at all.

  I stroll out of the closet, wearing a big grin and sporting a boner they’re gonna spot from space, it’s that big. Nope. I’m not gonna put my dick in her, not now, not until she asks. Might make her beg some, too.

  After I make Rain squeal my name, I spend the rest of the afternoon sprawled in the cab of my truck, working on the next installment of Super Bad Wolf. Our favorite villain is pulling his usual evil villain super shit, delivering a smack down to the pansy-ass hero, when a girl pops into his panel.

  I give her dark purple hair with a pink streak, a whole bunch of freckles in the best possible places, and plenty of spandex. Usually, I’d go for naked but that seems mean. Pretty sure it’s chilly based on the headlights she’s sporting, plus today’s fight is taking place in a parking lot and the poor girl doesn’t need to be prancing around naked there. She does some ass-kicking right alongside B.W., however, proving that she may look apple pie sweet on the outside, but girl’s got a naughty side.

  I’m not sure who she is yet, but I’m having fun doodling her (heh) and B.W. seems to like having her around. I make her hot, too, with tits the size of watermelons because this is fantasyland and my readers love naked women because they’ve got awesome taste. By the time Rain finishes for the day, I’m so engrossed that I don’t notice her sneaking up on my truck until she’s reaching up through the open window to tap me on the shoulder.

  “Hi.” She hops up onto the running board and leans into the cab. Her tits brush against my arm while her mouth finds my cheek for the second time today. I’m still in shock that I didn’t notice her coming, so I don’t react as fast I should. I try to remember if I’ve ever done the chaste, cheek-kissing thing but I’m drawing a blank. The only cheeks I’ve kissed are south of the border, if you get me.

  It’s not bad.

  I toss my drawing stuff onto the floor. Should I get down and open the door for her?

  “Hey,” I say, a little too gruffly. Doesn’t matter because she’s already got two feet on the ground—unlike me—and she’s taking herself around the front of the truck. Inevitably she’s toting an enormous bag that looks like you could shove a week’s worth of dirty laundry or half a wolf pack in there. Palm trees and pineapples cover today’s bag. Maybe the size is an optical illusion? Fuck if I know.

  Rain handles it like a pro. Baby catching must build muscle because by the time I’ve shaken off my daze, she’s already at the passenger-side door and my chance to be a gentlemanly faux boyfriend has passed. You snooze, you lose. I lean over and flick the door open, taking the bag from her and tucking it behind the seat.

  Newly bag-free, Rain maneuvers herself up onto the seat. I like big tits, big beers, and big trucks, so she has to scramble to reach the seat. She’s got the funniest disgruntled look on her face as she takes my hand and lets me hoist her the last few feet.

  “You need to install an elevator,” she grumbles.

  I grin at her. “You’ve got me for the heavy lifting.”

  “Phew.” She rests her head against the back of the seat. The tired look is back on her face. Her eyes drift closed.

  “Rough day?”

  She nods, eyes still closed. “We had two tricky pregnancies today and then my pre-lunch appointment describes all her food cravings in immense details. She’s putting peanut butter on liver and now I don’t ever want to eat again.”

  “I’ve eaten worse.” I dig my thumbs into the knots at the back of her neck and rub.

  “Like what?” She turns her head toward me, a smile touching the corners of her mouth. She has the longest lashes ever. I also discover a previously unknown freckle beneath her eye. I press a kiss against it and her smile deepens.

  “Is Dickhead watching?”

  For a moment, I don’t know what she means and then I remember. I make a non-committal noise and start kissing a path from the freckle to her ear, but she pulls back.

  “Is he here?”

  As soon as Rain hopped into my truck, I forgot about the dickhead. What kind of wolf am I? I focus on our surroundings, cataloging the scents and other presences I sense. Laney of front desk fame is on her way out. She uses a pomegranate and grapefruit body wash that makes her smell like a very pretty fruit bowl. I pick up two unfamiliar scents, one of which smells strongly of bacon and liver. That must be a patient with really bad pregnancy cravings. But the other scent... there he is, all Burberry and testosterone.

  “Seven o’clock,” I tell her.

  “Good.”

  For someone who’s so sleepy she was practically comatose, Rain is fast. Her eyes fly open and she swings onto my lap, caging me between her thighs. She’s just a little thing, so it’s not like she can really pin me down, but I’m happy to let her try. My dick springs to attention, eager to wave a hello of his own. Her fingers tunnel through my hair as her mouth covers mine.

  Her kiss is even better than I remember. It’s not long—which is a downer—but she’s thorough, covering every inch of my lips and licking, nipping, generally doing her best to come right on inside and say hi. Since I’m a big fan of being friendly, I open up and deepen our kiss.

  She tastes good. Real good. I pull her into me, hard, as we kiss. My dick’s rockhard, begging to be let out of my jeans, and I’m seconds away from throwing her down and doing her in the front seat of my truck. Not my favorite place to fuck but I’ll make it work. I promise Rain’s gonna come and come hard.

  She grinds on my lap, kissing me back. I’ve got my arms around her, one hand sliding into her hair and the other cupping her ass. Holy fuck, this is amazing.

  She’s amazing.

  Guess she’s not feeling what I’m feeling because she somehow manages to pull back. At first I think she’s just trying to stock up on some much-needed oxygen before diving back in. And breathing’s good. Overrated in situations like this one, but good. So I wait. I’m not a total dick, so she gets to call the shots here.

  “Hi.” She smiles a little shyly at me. Her lips are all pouty and pink, making me want to lose myself in her mouth again.

  And I know it’s all pretend and for the benefit of the dickwad freak camped out in his BMW. I should just kill the motherfucker—it would be a public service—but I like hanging out with Rain. She’s different from the girls I’ve met. I’m not ready to give her up yet.

  Even if it appears we’re all done with the mouth-fucking for the moment.

  I drop a kiss on her nose. “Hi yourself.”

  We sit and stare at each other like that for a moment. I’m in no rush to get going—it’s not like there’s anywhere I’d rather be. Even naked doesn’t seem quite as… something… as this. Whatever. I mean, this is practically a lap dance except without the motion in the ocean. Of course I like it.

  There’s a noise from outside the cab and Rain scrambles off my lap, almost kneeing me in the balls. Her gaze pings from one place to another as a hot pink blush crawls up her cheeks. I grin at her. She so likes me.

  Her gaze falls on my abandoned sketchpad. “May I?”

  I shrug and put the truck into drive. Playtime’s over. “You can do whatever you want. Address?”

  “Go out. Turn left.”

  While I get us on the road, Rain pages through my sketchpad. Bathroom walls aside, I’m not a fan of sharing m
y work, particularly not when my audience is inches away from me. It’s easier to ignore the haters online and at a distance. Usually, I don’t give a fuck about the reviews. Love me, hate me, it’s all the same. It’s hard not to wonder what Rain’s thinking, though.

  She runs her fingers over the edge of the page. “You’re amazing. Where do you get your ideas from?”

  I shrug. “Fuck if I know. They show up and I draw them.”

  Rain nods and turns a page. Yeah. Probably should have given her a heads-up that B.W. is a very bad boy. He’s busy getting it on with a very busty fangirl. Rain laughs.

  I reach over and tuck her hair behind her ear. “I’m always looking for a good research partner.”

  She looks up and snorts. “I’m seriously not that bendy. Or that blessed in the boob department.”

  “Your tits are spectacular.” I hold up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

  Not sure that’s the Boy Scout sign. Might be something from Star Trek or it could just be utter crap. I decide I don’t really care.

  “You’ve never seen my girls.” Rain pats her goddamned boobs and grins at me.

  “I’ve spent quality time imagining what they look like and I’ve got an excellent imagination.” I tap the sketchbook on her lap. “B.W. here might prefer quantity over quality, but he’s kinda dumb like that. I’m a fucking genius, and there’s only one issue I’ve got with your tits.”

  “What’s that?” She glares at me, going all grumpy.

  “You should totally lose the shirt. And your bra. Naked tits are the absolute, best kind. You know that food pyramid thing where they’ve got layers of fruits and vegetables and healthy crap and not a single Twinkie or sweet thing?” I pause until Rain nods. “If your tits were food, they’d be right at the top of the pyramid. Alright, I’m pretty certain they’re edible. If you lose the shirt, I’d be happy to test out that hypothesis.”