by Olivia Arran
“Yes—”
“Scarlett, are you leaving?”
I bit back the growl at the intrusion, pasting on what I hoped was a pleasant smile.
“Uh, Mom, Papa … this is Greg.” My mate blushed a charming pink. Kind of reminiscent of how her skin flushed when she was screaming my name, writhing in my arms, bucking beneath me— Dammit. Parents. I nodded, letting Scarlett turn around to greet them, but keeping her planted firmly in front of my rapidly hardening cock.
“Joan and Gilbert, pleased to meet you, Greg,” Scarlett’s mom volunteered, an alarmingly smug smile on her face. She tugged Scarlett away, leaving me feeling more than a little exposed. I shoved a hand in my pocket, eyeing Scarlett’s father—Gilbert—warily.
The two women exchanged hugs, Joan holding my mate away from her to look her in the eye, then another hug. “Very nice, dear. He’s hot!” The hissed whisper was clearly audible.
Gilbert winced, flashing me an apologetic look.
I shrugged.
“So … Greg. How long have you known my daughter?”
Long enough to know how she likes her pussy being licked? “A couple of months … Sir.” If I’d been wearing a shirt, I would have tugged at the collar. I didn’t do parents, partly because I never got to know a woman well enough, and partly because, well, I didn’t have them.
“Ah, okay. What is it you do, then? Hmmm?”
Undercover shit that usually involves espionage and blowing stuff up. “IT.”
“Greg’s being modest, Papa, he went to M.I.T.” Scarlett and her Mom chose that moment to rejoin us.
The older man’s eyebrows shot up, as he clearly tried to marry the man in front of him—more than a little bit rough, with street ink showing through what was left of my shirt, and four day old stubble—with a man who went to M.I.T and worked in IT. “Good.” It came out on a wheeze. “Good, good. Steady job?”
“Papa!”
Snaking an arm around her, I tucked her into my side. “It’s okay, sweetheart, your Papa is looking out for you. Yes, I have a good job, a nice house, and a couple of cars too.” I stopped myself before offering up copies of my bank statements, not wanting to rub his nose in it. But my point had been made—I could more than look after his daughter. I allowed myself a private smirk. In more ways than one.
“Anyway, we have to go now, Mom, Papa.” Giving them both a kiss on the cheek, Scarlett gave me a little shove.
Her Mom’s shout followed us down the track, “Congratulations, honey! Have a wonderful time and don’t forget to treasure every moment! It only happens once!”
Scarlett’s pink deepened to a fiery red at her mom’s less than subtle hint.
Letting out a chuckle, I steered her to Cole’s truck, which was parked at the edge of the small village, studiously avoiding eye contact with anyone else who might think to stop and chat.
Target achieved, I swung open the door, picked her up and set her in the seat, running around and firing up the beast of a machine. Sliding a hand behind her headrest, I backed the truck up, swung it around and forced myself to set off at a snail’s pace, despite wanting to gun it up the path and tear back home.
“You’re looking a little dirty.”
I flashed her a look that said really? She was handing it to me on a plate. Opting for the higher ground, I shrugged, “I’ve been working all day. Work on the mountain is hard and sweaty and backbreaking, and did I mention … hard?” Okay, I couldn’t help myself.
Her eyes flicked to my crotch and stayed there.
I shifted in my seat when, what I was pretty sure was, the rest of my blood rushed to my cock.
“Hard, you say?”
“Backbreaking.” I confirmed, keeping a light grip on the wheel.
She murmured, like I’d shared something particularly groundbreaking, a ghost of a smile teasing at her lips. Her eyes flicked to my face, then back to my crotch, her lips parting and tongue darting out.
The truck skidded to a halt at the side of the road. I slammed it into park, lifting her across the bench seat and onto my lap. Her warmth had heated the silk until it felt alive. My hands slid beneath the silk as I sucked on her lip, chasing her tongue, tasting and touching her, hands smoothing and clenching, her soft sighs music to my ears. The seat creaked beneath us as I ground myself up into her, sliding my thick length between her legs.
Fingers dug into my shoulders, nails pricking at my skin.
Then, they were gone.
One look and I knew why.
“Touch me,” I murmured, taking her hands and pressing them against my chest. Testing the waters, I nipped at her neck. My cock was still rock hard—showing no sign of going anywhere. This was going to work. Catching her eye, I traced the line of her lips, smoothing over her jaw. “I’m not sure how this will go, I can’t promise I won’t freak out, but I want this. I want us. Together. Properly.” It was garbled bunch of excuses, but at it’s core, it was the truth.
She gave me an assessing look, her hands not moving from where I had placed them. “Will you share with me? Tell me what it’s all about?”
I took a deep breath. I couldn’t think straight—didn’t want to—not right now. “I can either tell you a long boring story now, or I can tell you it after I’ve eaten your pussy. Your choice.”
Her sharp intake of breath answered my question.
Tipping her to the side, I laid her down on the bench seat, and ran a finger down the ripples of silk clinging to her breasts and stomach. Like a river at midnight, the deep blue shimmered with depth and life, but it was her heat that drew me.
Dark hair splayed and coiled around her bare shoulders, framing a face so lovely, I could sit there forever. Staring. A faint shiver, a parting of pink lips. I drank her in.
“Greg?” Her question was a million things rolled into one—too much for me to put into words. Even if I could.
So, I didn’t. I’d show her, in the only way I knew how.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this ever since I laid eyes on you in that dress.” Leaning over her, I pressed my lips to her throat, then lower, then lower still, until my mouth hovered over her breast. Flicking out my tongue, I swiped at the silk, catching at the peak of her nipple with my teeth and sucking it into my waiting mouth.
Her moan crashes around my ears, her back arching and thrusting her breasts higher.
“Hands—” I stop, my usual order failing to trip off my tongue.
Our eyes meet.
“Hands wherever the hell you want them.” Moving to her other breast I teased her nipple until it stood erect, both pushing through the thin silk, surrounded by dark, wet marks that mark my presence. I leaned back. “Perfect.” Exactly how I had pictured. But not quite. Wasting no time, I pushed open my door and dropped down to a crouch, yanking her legs toward me and around my neck. Pressing against the silk, I rubbed back and forth. “Panties?” I mocked with a frown.
“I didn’t know I was mating you.” Her breathy admission had my heart jolting, speeding as it struggled to contain the burst of satisfaction.
Sliding my hands up her skirt, I yanked at the offending lace, dragging her panties down and dropping them onto the floor. “Now, where was I?” Palming her pussy, I dragged my thumb through the warm silk, pushing it into her sweet, sticky depths. Circling around and around, I leaned forward, lapping with my tongue, wetting the fabric until it stuck to her folds, coating her skin.
I jolted as her hands landed on my head, fingers sifting through my hair and digging in. Holding me there.
A chuckle worked its way out from deep inside my chest at her silent demand. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ve only just gotten started,” I growled, taking a moment to admire my handiwork. Nostrils flaring, I took a deep breath, dragging the scent of her arousal into my lungs. She was ripe, sweet, and I couldn’t wait to taste her.
Within seconds, I had her dress rucked up, revealing her from the waist down. Dark curls nestled at her center, damp and hiding her from my eyes. Sliding a fi
nger through her folds, I revealed her in all her glory, glistening and swollen, begging for attention.
Her fingers tightened, her thighs clenching around my shoulders. Her breathing sounded ragged and strained to my ears.
Exhaling, I blew gently over her core.
A strangled moan left her lips, her hips bucking. Urging me on.
Where to start? A long, leisurely lick through her center? Featherlight licks around her clit? Or a full on assault of fingers and tongue? My mouth widened in a smile that could only be described as wicked.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Scarlett
He’s on me, in me, his tongue doing indescribable things to me. He’s lapping at me like he wants to eat me up, spearing into me like I’m his plaything to torture.
My hips twist in his hands, toward him, away from him. I don’t know. My hands hold him down, as though he’d try and escape. The air is hot, burning my lungs as I suck in breath after breath, his name flowing like treacle from my lips.
I can feel him, his tongue inside of me, turning up the heat until it’s a roar, pushing me harder, and not letting me falter. A scream. His name. And, I’m floating on bliss. My guttural moans fill the air as he licks me again.
Again. And again. He wasn’t stopping. He was insatiable.
I tugged at his hair.
He didn’t move, his broad shoulders declaring he was quite happy there, between my legs, licking me to orgasm after orgasm.
His fingers joined his tongue, stroking deep inside of me, twisting and rubbing. My breasts strained against the silk, the once soft fabric now coarse and rough against my skin.
Past caring, I yanked at his hair.
Silver eyes flashed up, meeting mine across the gentle rolls of my body. Holding my gaze, his tongue swirled through my core, a low hum of satisfaction rumbling up through his chest and turning his mouth into the best vibrator, ever.
But, I didn’t want his tongue down there, I wanted more. My core clenched at the thought of him filling me, his cock thrusting deep, satisfying the building ache. It was the mating urge, the hunger to join as one, but it was also so much more. I wanted to gaze into his eyes as he came undone, to stare into his soul as his guard fell.
There was only one thing for it. “Greg?”
“I’m a little busy.”
My face screwed up as I tried to pluck up the courage. His fingers flickered inside of me, hitting a particular spot. I clenched, back arching.
“Good. I thought I didn’t have your attention.”
“I want to feel your cock inside me, thick and hard and stretching me tight. I want your thighs slapping against my skin as you fill me up.” Oh … where the hell had that come from?
He froze, blinking at me in what looked like shock. Then he was on me, sliding up over my chest, his mouth finding mine, his hands dragging my arms up and pinning them. His teeth nipping, he sucked at my bottom lip, his tongue stroking into my mouth.
Yes!
He released my hands with a jerk.
No! “Don’t stop … please.”
But he shook his head vehemently. “I’m not going to bind you, it’s not going to be like that with us.”
“No.” I grabbed his face, making him look at me. “I like it. Not all the time, but sometimes.”
He grunted, his eyes sliding away.
I pinched his cheek.
“Ow!”
“Listen to me then. When you hold me down it’s like…” My head spun as I tried to force words around the feeling. “…Delicious. Decadent. Because I know that you only want my pleasure, and I can overpower you anytime I want.” It was my ace card; I wasn’t like any of the women he’d fooled around with before. I was a she-wolf, an alpha, and I could flip him on his ass if I chose to. Well, maybe not flip him, but he wouldn’t be able to hold me if I didn’t want him to.
“Damn.”
“What?”
“I’m going to have to take early retirement.” A smirk played on his lips, but it didn’t stop me from asking.
“Why?”
“Why not? I’m never going to get any fucking work done if I’m bending you over every available surface. Just knowing that you want me to push you down and satisfy you, that your pussy is waiting—”
“Uh, Greg?”
He scowled at the interruption. “I’m talking dirty here.”
“My…” Could I say it? “…You know,” I vaguely gestured down below, “is waiting right now.” Cop out!
Surprise colored his face. “What? Here?”
I tried for casual, trailing a finger over his shoulder and down his chest. “Any reason you want to wait?”
“Fuck, no.”
Cool air met my chest, his heavy weight gone as he sprung out of the cramped cab, tearing off what remained of his shirt and shucking his jeans. His cock sprung free, coiling tight to his stomach and bobbing there, short dark curls nestled at the base. Ropes of muscle wrapped around his stomach, arching up from his groin and flattening into thick pecs across his chest. I wanted to go higher, to discover even more, but my eyes were weighed down with lead, dragging my gaze back down, to the main event. I knew what he felt like, but I’d never had a chance to stare like this. Admire. Drool over.
“Your turn.”
Oh. Right. Two flicks and the brooches snapped open, the silk falling from my body in a sinuous glide.
“Fuck, Scarlett.” The words were loaded with everything I needed to hear. Lust. Desire. Love. Even if he never said it out loud, I knew.
I didn’t know what to say, what I should say, so I opened my arms.
Crawling over me, he crouched between my legs, his head brushing against the roof of the cab. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
Disappointment flooded me.
He lowered his body, bracing himself up on his arms. “This time, we’re making love. Later, we’ll fuck like sex crazed demons.”
That was more like it. My smile morphed into a silent gasp as he eased inside of me, wasting no time. His thickness filled me, stretching and easing the ache, as we joined together as one. Moving above me, he retreated then thrust back and forward, his shaft sliding and catching on every nerve ending, dragging moan after moan from my lips.
“Touch me, sweetheart,” he groaned against my lips, feathering light kisses over my mouth and up to my ear. His breath rasped as he rocked into me, his chest straining and jaw clenching, but he never looked away. Not once, his eyes shimmering with silver and locked on mine.
My hands drifted down his back, skimming over flexing muscles.
“You won’t break me.” His soft growl was my undoing, his earlier words echoing in my ears: I’m broken.
Not anymore.
Increasing the pressure, I smoothed and stroked, scratched and clung as he moved over me—in me—my legs wrapping around his waist and heels digging into his ass.
I didn’t care that my head batted against the door as I slid on the silk, or that I was squashed against the seat, or that my ass was dangerously close to falling off, I didn’t even notice. He was my world; this, here, now.
A trembling started in my stomach, a fluttering pulse in time with my heart.
He thrust harder, groaning louder, his teeth clenched and neck strained. Sweat perfumed the air, mixing with his musk and my own unique scent. His arms trembled, my stomach clenched, my core hot and liquid around him.
He caught my eyes, holding them as he started to speak, “I’m not much, but I’m yours, Scarlett. Everything, broken bits, and all. I promise to cherish you every day, and make sure you don’t go a day without an orgasm.”
It was so him, it was nearly funny.
Then his teeth sliced into my neck, sealing us together in the bond of true mates, and all humor fell away. His back arched, the bond taking form. Wonder slackened his face as he groaned. We were one. Bound soul to soul. Or, we would be…
“I never knew what I was looking for until I found you, Greg. Not the you that the world knows, the real y
ou. For me, it’s simple. I love you and I always will.” Tugging him down, I pierced his neck, quick and clean and sealed with a kiss. The mating bond whipped through me, the gossamer strands weaving together, stronger than anything known to man. Emotions poured into me, rainbows of colors dancing in my mind as the man I had just claimed, let me know without words that he loved me.
My mate.
He would say the words. Or maybe he wouldn’t, but I knew. It was in his touch as he caressed me. In his eyes as he worshiped me. In his mouth as he whispered dirty nothings in my ear. And, in his shudders as I stroked over his skin, his trust that I wouldn’t hurt him.
He thrust again, his breath catching.
Heat roared through me, racking me in shudders as I came undone, spilling over in a rush of pleasure.
He trembled, his back arching, his cock twitching deep inside me as he came, his roar deafening in the rocking cab.
Pulling him into my arms, I stroked my fingers through his hair, our skin sliding together as we caught our breath.
It whispered to me through the bond linking our souls as one.
I love you.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Greg
It took a little bit of shuffling around, and a couple of banged elbows, but I ended up with Scarlett curled up on my lap, my legs hanging out of the edge of the truck.
I still couldn’t get over the fact that she hadn’t been able to wait until we got home. Or, rather, she hadn’t wanted to wait. A woman after my own heart.
Talking about hearts… It was time to bear mine—time for a clean slate. Time to tell her everything, then we could move on with our lives.
Thank fuck she wasn’t looking at me.
“My mom was a junkie.” There. That wasn’t so bad.
Her head whipped around, blue eyes full of sorrow. Already.
I forced myself to continue, each word having to be dragged from the very bottom of my soul, “My step-dad was a junkie too.”