‘Keep your hands there,’ he orders. ‘And spread your legs wide for me.’
I do as he asks. He rips my lace panties down the middle with little effort at all. Leaving me with two pieces of useless material clinging to each thigh. Then his mouth is at my core again, this time with no barrier. I’m mewling. It feels so good. The heat from his breath coupled with the hot sensation of his tongue makes me almost come for him right there. His thumb goes straight to my clit. He rubs and flicks until I’m a writhing hot mess beneath him. I grip the pillow so hard, I tear it. I climax on a moan, but he pushes me further until I can’t take anymore.
‘You get what you need, baby?’ I can hear the smile in his voice—he’s pleased with himself. ‘Tell me what you want?’ he asks huskily with need.
‘Please… I want more.’ I feel the nub of him pressing against me. He feels burning hot against my sensitive lips. He’s taken me to a high already. One I never thought I was going to come down from. But this? I need to feel him inside of me, all of him. Arching my back, I try to push him in. He chuckles.
‘You want my dick inside you, baby?’ I can tell by his knowing voice, that he’s fucking teasing me. He knows he has me at his mercy. Well, I can remedy that. Releasing the pillow, I grab his cock in my hand and angle him to my opening and push myself over him. He allows me that bit of control. His eyes close as I encase his cock with my heat. Taking in only an inch of him at a time, I’m stretched and tight but oh so wet and ready for him. He groans as I tease him, working him in, deeper and deeper, a little at a time. Slowly, until I have as much as I can take at this angle. ‘You’re so tight, fuuuck,’ he groans out. I begin working my hips, but the angle is awkward. He spreads his hands over my hips and lifts me until I straddle him. He connects us again, and as I move, he works with my rhythm until I feel him swell inside me, getting impossibly bigger. I’m teetering on the edge, so close. ‘Come for me,’ he growls as his thumb connects with my throbbing clit and that’s all I need to take me over again. He explodes inside of me. His cock kicking out his orgasm, as I milk him for every last drop. His teeth grind together, and his eyes close tight as he thrusts out his orgasm. It is the most intense sex I’ve ever had. I flop over his chest—both of us sweating from the vigorous workout. We stay there, connected for a while before I have to dash off and clean up in the bathroom.
***
I sleep so well. And waking to the sight of Jared’s bare chest was fan-fuckin-tastic. The covers are caught frustratingly at his waist, his hand slowly but rhythmically stroking my arm. I don’t want to look up—don’t want to ruin the moment, but he senses the change in me.
‘Morning,’ he says in that gorgeous gravelly voice that makes me want to fuck him all over again. Stretching myself out I push my feet out to push the covers down ever so slightly, revealing that special v at his hips. My mouth waters at the memory of what we’d done several times. Then the realisation hits me. I have a roommate. SHIT BALLS. I leap up and check her bed. It’s empty. Had she come back? Had she been embarrassed and left? Oh god, what an idiot.
‘Your roomie never came home if that’s what you’re worried about?’
Oh, thank God. I nod, running my hands through my hair, which is cascading over my shoulders now. At some point, throughout our hot-as-hell sessions, I’d lost the bun. Feeling a little self-conscious after leaping up, naked, I collect the robe from the floor and slip it on.
‘You know that looks better on the floor right?’ I laugh at his cheesy line. Which makes him smile too. His smile is genuine, and it lights up his eyes. He looks relaxed and content. But I’m not sure what to do with myself. I’ve never spent the night with anyone before, always leaving after my needs were fulfilled. What does he want from this? Was I just a fuck? Noticing the shreds left of my panties, I flush red and bend to collect them. He chuckles, and I feel his arms come around my waist, my back to his front, his fingers expertly loosening the belt. His hands come up to the sides of my throat, and then he grips the gown at my shoulders, allowing it to slip off and hit the floor. He pushes my hair to one side and over one shoulder while his mouth, tender and warm, sweeps across my other shoulder, and up, caressing my throat. His tongue flicks out and spreads heat throughout my body, igniting every nerve ending. He moves across my jaw deliciously. One hand at my waist, the other across my navel with splayed fingers. I want him again. God, I need him again. But I know what it’s leading to, and I have to save myself the heartache when this is all over. It needs to stop. But his naked body pressed up against my back is delicious, and the feel of his hard cock pressing up tight against my ass. God help me, I have to stop this.
‘Jared.’
‘Hmmm?’
I turn to look at him, his hands resting perfectly on my hips. I rush my words out. ‘I know this was a one-night thing, and I feel a little embarrassed. I’ve never actually spent the night with anyone. I don’t know what’s normal in this situation.’
He steps back from me, a look of confusion clear on his face. ‘Is that what this was for you?’ He gestures between us, his cock bobbing from its weight at his navel.
‘Well, I guess. I just assumed that’s what it was for you.’
‘You assumed?’ He’s scowling at me, and I can see his shutters coming back down, the arrogant Jared is back.
‘Yeah.’
He steps further away. ‘That’s exactly what it fuckin’ was.’ He’s grabbing his clothes from the floor aggressively and jerkily putting everything on.
‘Jared, I didn't—’ He puts his hand up to stop me, and I’m so unsure of myself at that moment that I put the robe back on, and as he’s putting his boots on, I slip into the bathroom to avoid any more awkwardness. Coward.
‘Thanks for the fuck,’ he yells through the door. I squeeze my eyes closed against the unexpected pain his words cause.
Jared
I can’t get out of there quick enough and stepping out of the lift I walk straight into Howard. I don’t have time for a lecture and the look on his face tells me that’s all he is good for. He walks up with a deathly glare that would make any other wolf quake in his boots, zeroed in on me.
‘Fuck you, Howard.’ I stalk past him and into the car park. I throw my leg over the Harley, stuff my head into the helmet, and kick her off. In my peripheral vision, I see Howard jump into his truck, in pursuit. Fuck you. Instead of going home I pull into a Weatherspoon’s pub. It’s only early in the day but fuck it, I need a drink, and they serve it all day. I stalk to the bar and order a double JD straight up. I knock it back and order another. Howard strolls in like he’s the dog’s bollocks.
‘You drink that, and you won’t be riding home.’ God, why doesn’t he just shut the fuck up? Everyone knows that I can knock back ten and not stay wasted, my body burns the shit up like water. I feel the effects only temporarily. Only if I drink fast enough will I get to that place I crave, and I’d still be sober within an hour to ride my bike home. I ignore him and knock it back. Gesture for a refill. Get another. Drink it. And gesture again.
‘That will be five, dipshit. I guess you’re walking home.’ I scowl at my buddy but don’t speak. I hate him right then—hate every fucker. They can all go and fuck themselves. I down my fifth double, and glare at him again. Come on. Make me stop. Slamming the glass on the bar, I gesture again and get another refill. For a minute I think Howard is going to try and tell the barmaid no. But he just smiles at me instead. It sets my teeth on edge. It is a cocky holier-than-thou smile that tells every fucker he thinks he is better than them. Well, fuck you. One after another the JD goes down. Burning a white-hot heat all the way down to my stomach. If I think it will make me feel better, I’m a bigger dick than I thought because all it does is send me into a fit of self-pity. That drunken haze I’d craved so badly hits me hard. But my mind keeps going back to how she’d felt. How good it felt to be inside her. How I want, more than anything, to be there again. And then her words hit me like a fucking freight train. I know this was just a one-
night thing. What an idiot. The self-pity turns to anger, then rage. I stumble off the stool as I try and fail to launch the glass at the wall. Instead, it falls at my feet with a dull thud as the heavy bottomed glass hit wood. I kick it and miss. Howard pays my tab and follows my lead out of the door. I stalk over to my bike, stuff the helmet on, and fumble for the keys in my pocket. As I pull them out, Howard's hand whips up and snags them.
‘I’m not even arguing, Jared. Get in the truck.’
‘Give me my fuckin keys.’ I go to grab them from Howard’s hand. And miss.
‘No, get in the truck. Brad can come for your bike.’ I sway, and Howard goes out of focus. I blink, trying like hell to right my vision. Can’t. Shit.
‘Fine, but this little ditty,’ I gesture between us, ‘Isn’t fucking over.’ Who the fuck did he think he was ordering me around like he was the alpha? Who the fuck do any of them think they are, following me around and telling me what I can and can’t do? Fuck him, and fuck my dad. Fuck Kristen, and fuck her. Especially her, and her one-night fucking thing.
***
I kick the door to the kitchen open and throw my helmet to the floor, storming through the room, ignoring the silence that meets me and the stares as I tear through, slamming the inner door, and stamping on every step like it was my enemy’s head. When I finally get to my room, I slam that door too and throw myself on the bed. Sleep takes me, and I welcome it.
Devon
Jared’s lingering scent is all over my bed, and it fills the room. I groan, throwing myself onto the bed and screaming into my pillow. This had not been the plan. Dad had said because of our secrets that I couldn’t maintain a relationship with a human guy. Yet, I also can’t have a relationship with anyone like me because we hadn’t mixed with any. So I had fulfilled my needs and bolted every time, not caring how they felt afterwards. It had made me resent my dad at the time. And now I’ve finally met someone like me, someone who makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, and I’ve messed it up. I just didn’t know what the hell to do with him. One minute he wanted me, and the next he was thanking me for the fuck. If I thought about it, deep down I’d hoped like hell that it would happen again. That it was the start of something great, but I had to open my mouth and mess it up. I was scared of being hurt I guess. But after the way it had ended, I knew it wouldn’t be happening again.
The way he worked my body, though. The way he’d made me feel… he definitely knew how to please a woman. The thought of him pleasing other women in the same way he’d touched me, turned my stomach. No, no, stop! The mere thought of it mortified me, causing my stomach to roll. I rushed for the wastebasket, losing the contents of my stomach.
It has been four days, and there is no sign of Jared, but lots of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and bad TV in my pj’s. Maiya wakes me up, and glares at me with her hand on her hip, tapping her foot. I cover my head with the comforter hoping she will go away.
‘Get the hell up. We’re going shopping.’
It takes me a while, but her constant whining and nagging at me wins out. So, in the end, I decide what the hell. I take my credit card and decide that some retail therapy is just what I need. We go to a mall, not that far away. I buy some gorgeous new lingerie, some new outfits, and shoes for nights out, which after shopping today I intend to have plenty of. We have lunch out at an all-you-can-eat Chinese, and then we have our nails and eyebrows done at a beauty parlour. If Jared isn’t interested, I sure as hell will show him what he is missing.
That night, I hit the club again. I wear a black fitted skirt which finishes tastefully just above the knee, and a low cut V-neck cream silk top, which plunges down through my cleavage. Only a small gold chain is holding it together across my boobs. Maiya introducing me to the miracle that is tit tape has opened up a whole new range of wardrobe options for me.
After a few drinks, my confidence begins building. Making my way to the bar I’m cut off and pulled onto the dance floor by a guy I’d been chatting to earlier. He is grinding himself against my ass as Pink blares out about her wandering fingers. With a drink-fuelled confidence, I move up tighter against him, grinding my ass against his bulging crotch as he holds my hips, giving myself over to the music completely. As the music changes, I make to leave the dance floor, but he grabs my arm,
‘Where are you going? We’re just starting to have a good time.’
I smile and gesture to the bar. ‘Ahh come on, darling, don’t leave me hanging.’
He is half cut already and stumbling a little. I make to move again. ‘I won’t be long,’ I lie with no intention of returning to him. He eventually lets me go reluctantly and tries to follow me. But I weave in and out of dancing bodies and lose him. At the bar, I order a long island ice tea and wait while the guy makes the cocktail. I sense Jared before I see him—that familiar scent, the air pulsing, and the feeling that only he gives me. Turning, I find him standing to my side, scowling. He has one foot and his elbows pressed up against the bar with his back to it, he leans down to speak into my ear.
‘Did you have fun?’ He nods toward the dance floor. The arrogant façade is back and oozing from him. Prick. At that, a blonde to his other side turns from the bar, handing him a drink with a killer smile, her legs almost to her armpits and heels to match. Striking would be an understatement, and she makes it quite clear that she is familiar with him. Her hand is sliding up his inner thigh while he stares right at me. Waiting, wanting a response. I want to take that perfectly manicured little hand of hers and break it. I want to pull her perfect blonde hair from her head. I visualise doing just that, and I feel sick. Glaring at him, I’ve clearly given him the reaction he’d wanted. Not sticking around for my drink, I make to leave, only to be stopped again by the idiot from the dance floor. He steps into my space as I cut through the dancers. My temper is running thin, and I need to get away. Now.
‘Move,’ I growl out through clenched teeth.
‘Ah come on, darlin’, don’t be a cock tease.’ I grab him by the scruff of his shirt, my patience at an all-time low.
‘FUCK OFF! NOW!’
Surprised at my strength, he stumbles back as I shove him, and he falls on his ass. I don’t go back to the table where Maiya and her group are. Instead, I walk out through a side exit and lean up against the wall to calm down, counting to ten and taking in some deep breaths only to get a nose full of Jared’s scent mingled with another wolf’s. Great.
I see them before they saw me, but I know he knows that I’m there. He’s standing, looking up the alley toward where I’m standing in the shadows, his arms crossed, and his friend is approaching me at Jared’s request. His nostrils flare as he comes to stand in front of me, and his face turns up in disgust.
‘Shit, Jared, you fuckin’ marked her!’
‘Watch your fuckin’ mouth,’ Jared roars at him. The guy flinches, and grabs me by the wrist, trying to drag me back toward the door they’ve come through. But I wasn’t going. Digging my heels in, I refuse. Turning, he twists my arm up my back and begins frog-marching me up the alley. Oh hell no! I throw my knee forward and up, gaining momentum, and I kick back and catch his knee hard. He stumbles, taking me to the ground with him. I didn’t understand what the hell is happening, but I wasn’t being taken anywhere. He falls hard, me on top of him and he twists, unintentionally pushing my face into the dirt as he scrambles up, pulling me up with him,
‘Quit fighting, he just wants to talk to you,’ he growls into my ear. I grab for his short hair, his eyes going wide as I yank on it.
‘Fuck you.’ I swing with my free hand and punch him. He stumbles back holding his jaw and taking the opportunity, I run. Straight into Jared. He picks me up, sweeping my legs from under me, while I push at his face with my hands. ‘Put me down,’ I snarl. His answering chuckle only makes me angrier.
‘Don’t fight, I’m not gonna hurt you, I wanna talk to you, that’s all.’
‘Fuck you, put me down NOW.’ He can’t defend his face because of how he’s holding
me, so I take full advantage of that. Clawing at him and grabbing at his face, he grunts as I connect a punch but it was half-assed at best, and he barely responds to it at all. He walks around some corners, and I find myself in another doorway. Again, hemmed in by him. He lets my legs slide down his body to the ground. I’m scared but at the same time, excited by him. My body immediately betrays me, my brain screams to get away, yet my body melts at his nearness. His face is bleeding from my attack, but the look on his face is both pained and affectionate.
‘I’m sorry,’ he mumbles. ‘For all of this. I never meant to piss you off, and he shouldn’t have put his fuckin’ hands on you either.’ His hands come up to my cheeks, wiping away the tears I hadn’t realised had spilt over, with his thumbs. All I could think about was the blonde touching him.
‘Who was the blonde?’ I blurt out. Of all the things to ask in this situation, my jealousy wins out. He doesn’t answer, and I watch as he swallows, unsure of how to answer. A look flickers across his face. He’s about to lie. I don’t want to hear it. ‘Why are we here, Jared? What do you want from me?’
Our eyes meet, and I freeze in place.
‘Do you feel it? When we’re close?’ So he feels it too? I can’t deny it. I know exactly what he’s talking about. My body wants him, needs him in a way I can’t explain. The air is palpable between us. Like we’re connected in some way. I can feel his presence even before my senses kick in. And he can obviously feel it too. ‘I know you do,’ he says. His hands travel down my arms until he holds my hands in his. ‘I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be with you, but—’
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