Can't Touch This

by J. Hali Steele

  He reached back and drew her head close. “Keep it up I’ll pull over and fuck that ass.”

  Harlow wondered if he meant it so she continued her playful exploration.

  He sped up beside Hatch and yelled, “I’ll catch up.” Her heart rate elevated when he swerved into a service station full of eighteen-wheelers. Dismounting, he pulled her in his wake. They reached the store and he walked up and down a few aisles, tugging her along. Finally he picked up a travel-size bottle of baby oil. “Go pay for this.” He pushed a few dollars in her hand and leaned against the display. “And hurry.”

  Her heart thumped as she walked to the counter. A few people peered at her strangely when she assured the man behind the counter baby oil was all she wanted.

  “Need it in a bag?”

  “Yes.” Grabbing her change, she rushed back to where Cass waited. “Here.” She dropped the package in his hand. Her stomach fluttered as she watched him take it from the bag.

  Dragging Harlow through the store and out the back door, he shoved her against the rear end of the first tractor-trailer they passed. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down. “I told you not to fuck with me.” He jammed a hand in her pants and played with her clit until her knees buckled. “Turn around.” She pivoted so quickly she lost her balance in the gravel, but Cass caught her. “Careful, wouldn’t want to bruise your sweet ass.” He yanked her jeans over her behind and caressed her buttocks.

  “Oh God.”

  “Say my name, darlin’.”

  “Castle. Please, Cass.”

  She heard him flip the lid open and felt warm oil dribble down the crack of her butt. “Christ, I like your ass.” A slippery finger explored her crease. “Please what?” He spread her cheeks with his thumb and fingers.

  Breath hitched in her throat when the tip of his cock pressed against the tiny rosette hidden there. “Cass…”

  “You can talk.”

  “I’ve never…”

  “Aww hell, Harlow.” He lifted and twisted her around to face him. “Guess we’ll save this for a more appropriate time, but I’m fucking your pussy right here in the parking lot.” He let the tiny plastic bottle slip to the ground and gripped his dick. Slowly he eased it through her labia.

  “What if someone comes by?”

  “So?”

  “They might…”

  “Watch?”

  Her pussy clenched and grew wet.

  “Darlin’, I felt that.” He thrust his cock into her cunt and banged her hard against the truck.

  Harlow wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as Castle thrust in and out, taking what he wanted. The heat of the metal on her back damn near burned but she had no desire to stop. When a man turned the corner and stood bug-eyed watching them, she swiveled her hips more, took Cass deeper, and loved every freaking minute of him stroking inside her.

  He whispered in her ear, “You like being watched?”

  “Yes!”

  “I can smell how worked up he is watching me shove my cock in your pussy.”

  “Me too.” The rear door of the truck rattled each time her behind banged back from the force of Cass jamming inside her. “Unnhh, feels good.”

  “Is he touching himself? Is he rubbing the front of his pants?”

  “Oh God, Cass, yes!”

  “You want to come?”

  “Please, please,” she moaned.

  Flipping so his shoulders rested against the trailer, he pulled her tighter to his body. His fingernails dug into her flesh, forcing Harlow to squeal with pleasure. “Yeah, yeah…harder!”

  “Take it out, man; go ahead and jerk off while you watch me fuck my woman.”

  His woman!

  Had Harlow heard right? The idea of being Castle Briggs’s woman set her body on fire. She hiked up and down on his cock faster and searched out his mouth. Kissing him hard before pushing her tongue in, Harlow rode his shaft. “Come…come…ooh, I’m coming.” Cream slid from her and his cock seemed to thicken even more as Cass continued his invasion of her pussy.

  “Look at him. I want you to see when he shoots his load.” She turned her head in time to catch the stranger spout semen into the air.

  Harlow thought she had come all she could but she felt more liquid seep from her as she watched the man ejaculate. “Ohhh God,” she cried.

  “Shit,” the trucker hollered as he furiously pumped his cock through fingers shiny with cum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he shouted as pearly drops continued to slide from the slit.

  “Now, darlin’, take it.” Cass drove into her with vengeance. He slammed every inch of cock in and out, again and again. Harlow felt his body shudder before he thrust in once, twice more, and then she felt warm cream shoot into her vagina. “Jesusfuckingchrist!” he roared, holding her pressed tight to his chest. After catching his breath, Castle pushed his hand through her sweat-dampened hair and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. “Damn, babe, that was good.”

  The man continued to play with his semi-hard cock until Castle said, “Show’s over.”

  “Uhh, you’re on my truck.”

  “Shit, dude, sorry.” He eased Harlow back and while she leaned against him, Cass pulled her pants up and closed them before zipping his. Drawing Harlow away from the truck, he winked at the driver. “Have a good trip, man.” He peered at her strangely for a few seconds before saying, “Let’s ride.”

  Thank goodness Castle held her hand through the store and out front to his motorcycle because Harlow’s legs trembled. Sitting on his bike, he drew her between his thighs. “You really like being watched?”

  Her cheeks grew warm. “Watching can make me come too.”

  “So fucking wonderful.” Grabbing the back of her neck, he held tight as his lips smothered hers and his tongue searched for entrance. Cass plundered Harlow’s mouth. Licking her lips after he released her neck, he gazed at her with another odd look. “You’re special.”

  One thought still played through Harlow’s mind.

  His woman.

  Chapter Four

  Harlow enjoyed voyeurism as much as Castle did. Wolves couldn’t help it that their animal got carried away and couldn’t quite appreciate the delightful stimulation achieved observing the act of sex. They always participated. Cass had honed his control to give him the ability to take pleasure in seeing others fuck. Harli mirrored his carnal desires perfectly. He was an alpha wolf and would always dominate, would always seek a submissive to satisfy his need, and in her, he found just what he had dreamed. The idea of letting her go made him sick to his stomach and his thinking about it disturbed the animal in him who prowled and clawed for release. Maybe Hatch could keep an eye on her while he took a short run through the forest to dispel his anxiousness. They’d lost more than twenty minutes on the highway so Cass gave the bike full throttle and marveled at how well Harlow held her seat behind him.

  He had never imagined finding anyone this in tune with his body. Each curve, every steep climb and straightaway, she rolled with him like a pro. Wasn’t long before he spied Hatch. Jesus! All the wolves would know he’d taken her a short while ago. Keeping the pack calm was going to be tough enough but with his and Harli’s scent filling the air, the task bordered on impossible. Perhaps he should have left her in the Valley. Damn it. Wanting to get the trip over with, he blasted by Hatch as if a demon rode his heels. His second would keep up. After another half hour, they left the highway, drove for a few miles and pulled into the lot of a small bar off the beaten path. A splinter group of wolves from his pack controlled and frequented The Haven. Neither pack held animosity toward the other; in fact it worked out well to have friends in Big Bear.

  Leaving their bikes, they headed to the front door.

  Hatch snorted and asked, “Was it necessary for you to ride in front so I had to smell your funky ass?”

  “Funky?”

  “Stinking. Funky—you pick it.”

  Cass glared at his beta. “You okay?”

  “I’m fine.”

/>   “Don’t talk to me like that again, Gris.”

  “You don’t get it, do you?”

  Castle tugged Harli to his side. “Honey, go ahead in. These are shifters we know, and you’ll be safe. I need a few words with Hatch.” His nostrils flared, sniffing the air for Sikes Barnes, a strong alpha who led the mountain wolves. He decided to trust him to keep his dogs under control and away from his woman once he noted Castle had marked her. Christ. The second time today he’d thought of Harlow as his and attempting to process the piece of information standing toe-to-toe with Hatch made him restless.

  “Don’t be long.”

  “I won’t.” She went up the steps and disappeared through the door. He turned to his beta. “What’s up?”

  “Hell if I know.”

  Castle had an idea. He’d felt the same each time a member of his pack found someone. Shit, no! Early in the relationship, they’d reek of each other’s aroma, and when they had sex, the scent was palpable enough to be tasted when other shifters opened their mouths to breathe. “What do you want me to do about it?”

  “Hell if I know.”

  “You said that.”

  “I’ll miss your company.”

  “Damn, Hatch, I’m not going anywhere.” He stared at the door to the bar. “It’s not like…”

  “I don’t care if you lie to me.” Hatch studied him. “Stop lying to yourself, Cass.”

  “What do you mean?”

  His friend took the steps two at a time and turned to look at him when he reached the top. “You’re mated, dude, and like it or not, it’s to a human.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Back to that, did you really have to make me smell…”

  Castle reached down, picked up a large stone, and rearing back, he threw it at Hatch who ducked. The sound of glass shattering brought more than a few wolves to the door. “Son of a bitch.”

  Hatch’s laughter didn’t have the same effect it did in the Valley—this time it made Cass angry.

  Mated! To a human? “No. Fucking. Way.”

  “Are you all right?”

  He glanced up the steps to see Harlow squinting. “I’m okay.” Reaching her, he asked, “Want to see my wolf?”

  “What?”

  “You heard me.” Why was he taking his anger out on Harlow?

  “I’m not sure…”

  He glared at her with burning eyes he knew flashed yellow. “Not sure about what?”

  Confusion wrinkled her brow. “Castle?”

  Mated. “Goddamn it.” No need to be upset with her, or anyone else for that matter, yet it settled about his throat like a yoke. He didn’t like it. “Get inside, Harlow.”

  Harli’s eyes misted over and it tore his heart wide open. “Screw you, bastard.” She stumbled backward into The Haven.

  Castle wasn’t sure how long he stood there staring into the woods, wanting more than anything to release his animal. It wasn’t until a burst of laughter reached him from inside the bar that he remembered Harlow was in there with a bunch of randy-ass shifters. Snatching the door open, Cass entered and spotted her immediately.

  She leaned across the pool table, butt in the air, and five or so wolves stared down his woman’s cleavage. “What the fuck are you doing?” Very inappropriate to show emotion in front of the others, and his anger was absolutely uncalled for, but it burst from him like a rocket boosting into the air.

  Grinning, she replied, “Cleaning these boys out.”

  “You need money?” Castle couldn’t stop himself as he reached in his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash and tossed it on the table. “Is that enough?”

  All the wolves cleared the area except Hatch. “Come on, man, let’s take a run,” he said to Cass. He turned to Harlow. “You’ll be okay?”

  “Just get him out of my sight.”

  The snarl Cass emitted came from his animal. He attempted to step toward her when the Big Bear alpha, Sikes, grabbed him from behind. “Easy, you don’t want to do this.”

  “Yeah, I do, I want to spank her ass until she cries.”

  Dropping the pool stick, Harlow walked to stand in front of Cass while the others restrained him. “Is that what you want? You want to see me cry?” She shoved a lock of hair from her forehead and glowered. Pulling his hand to cover her heart, she whispered, “I am crying, I’m screwed up… I’m a freak.” Letting his hand go, she continued to glare. “Don’t ever come at me with anger again.” She grabbed the pool cue and shook it. “Maybe I’ll ram something up your ass.” Harlow scooped up the money and hurled it back at him. “And I don’t need your damn money. Men who have it to throw around always think it makes everything okay. You can’t buy me, Castle.”

  Well fuck me. The fury he felt dissipated immediately as he watched Harlow walk back to the table and call out, “Who’s next?”

  Hatch followed him outside. “Are you nuts?”

  “Huh?” Christ, Harlow had balls. He twisted toward his friend. “What did you say?”

  “You okay?”

  “I’m good. I’m good.” The wolf mate he never thought he’d find just happened to be dressed in human skin, and damn, she was something else. “I think you’re right.” He adjusted his dick. “She’s my mate.”

  “You came to this conclusion how?”

  “Did you see her threaten to jam a stick up my ass?”

  “We all did.” Hatch grunted. “I think she may have done it.”

  He smiled as the idea sank in. Harlow Hardison truly belonged to him. “Yeah.”

  Jumping to the ground, he pivoted to see Hatch scratch his head. “How do you plan to fix this? ’Cause she’s pretty pissed off.”

  “I wouldn’t have hurt her and you know that. I got hot seeing them all ogling her, and I guess… Well, shit, I got a little possessive and domineering.” Again he nudged his cock, which continued to swell. “Only happens with wolves.”

  “You and that Dom shit. No way in hell you’d let another man touch her.”

  “She can touch a man, yes, but not a wolf.” He tilted his head. “Too much animal in us to be curbed.” Rubbing the stubble on his chin, he added, “Nobody touches her but me unless I allow it.”

  “Maybe she’s not ready for your dominating bullshit.”

  “She’s more than ready—Harlow is willing and able.” That brought to mind the truck stop. He damn near invited the man to rub his cock on Harlow’s ass instead of jerking off. He contemplated how she’d feel about touching a man while he fucked her.

  “By the way, seems the pups did hook up with another young bunch that arrived early this morning.”

  “Let’s find them.”

  “What are you going to do about Harlow?”

  “She thinks she’s a freak.” Something else bothered Castle. Harlow seemed extremely upset about the money. Men who have it. It also brought to mind the incident at The Moat when she accused him of paying for her dinner. Then there was the time she’d asked if he was a wealthy jackass. What had happened to make her use those words and what would her reaction be to just how much he did have? He pushed it to the back of his mind for now, yet he began to wonder how he’d handle telling her. Hatch pulled him from the distressing thought.

  “She’ll blow off steam cleaning them out as she put it. She’ll be fine, Cass.”

  His lips twitched into a grin. “You’re right, I just have to give her time to digest this whole business. Come on. Sikes won’t let anything happen.” Cass had stripped off his clothes and laid them in a neat pile on the steps. Rolling his shoulders, he signaled his wolf to the surface.

  Black hair grew so thick on his face he could see it bristling out through eyes he knew would be all yellow now. He could change on the fly but occasionally he enjoyed watching his beast emerge limb by limb. Slamming hands to the ground, he let his bones pop and stretch, forming sinewy legs. His back arched as his spine lengthened to fit his long, heavy body. Castle was the largest wolf in the area and he reveled in watching paws the size of softballs populate
with razor-sharp claws. Muscular, sleek and fully emerged, he sent a vocal message to every creature on the mountain.

  Castle Briggs was home.

  Raising his head, he opened his mouth and howled so loud it shook nearby trees, sending a spray of leaves to surround his feet. Castle watched as the door slammed open and Harlow stepped onto the porch. He gazed at her, tongue lolling, and salivated before following Hatch’s smaller wolf to the edge of the forest. His animal spun around and stood on hind legs, emitting another heart-rending howl before vanishing inside the trees.

  That one was for Harlow.

  Mine!

  * * * * *

  Harlow shivered at the eerie, lonely-as-hell sound Castle’s wolf made. His animal was spectacular. Still, as she waited on the porch, residual anger bubbled over at how crass the man had treated her earlier.

  Sikes finally came to get her. “Come on in, they’ll be an hour or so.”

  “How do you know?”

  “He was born here.” He shrugged. “Been awhile since Castle visited this neck of the woods. He’s become a desert rat.”

  “Don’t call him names.”

  “Don’t be so damn defensive. I’m trying to help.”

  “Sorry.” She followed him in and took a seat at the small bar. “Gin, straight up.”

  “Not the usual lady’s drink.”

  “What did you expect? A freaking grasshopper or a…” She was doing it again. “Sikes, I’m not usually like this.”

  “I get it and I think you’re handling this pretty well.” Scratching his head, he added, “There’s nothing usual about a human taking a wolf as a mate.”

  “What?”

  “Shit, you don’t know.”

  “Know what?”

  “You smell like him.”

  “He put his scent on me.”

  “When did you put yours on him?”

  “Huh?”

  “You don’t have much of a vocabulary, do you?”

  “Smart-ass.”

  “You’re right, sorry.” He poured their drinks, came around the bar and sat beside her. “The only reason he’d take on your scent is because you’re mated.”