Sam spun Mary Jane around again; gripping her wrists he guided her hands to the patio railing, urging her to hold on. He leaned in and nipped her shoulder. “Hold on baby. This is going to be rough.”
Pulling her panties down and waiting until they hit the floor, he spread her legs further apart. “Get up on your tip-toes.”
She complied without argument.
“Perfect.” He palmed her bare ass. Loving the way it filled his hand. He never did like a skinny woman. He liked hips he could use as an anchor, thighs to cushion his blows and an ass he could grab and pound. He loved the feel of a woman beneath him. A woman who could take the punishment he desperately wanted to give.
Gripping his cock in one hand and her hip in the other, he pressed the head against her entrance, the heat and slick essence of her body pulling a moan from his chest.
MJ’s hand suddenly appeared on his arm. “Protection?”
Sam growled his disapproval. He didn’t want anything between him and his mate. Just this one time he would comply until they could talk about what this all meant. He fumbled for his pants, locating his wallet, he pulled out a condom. Next time we won’t need to have this.
He shoved the pants down further but was in too much of a hurry to pull them completely off. He ripped the package open with his teeth and as quickly as possible with shaking hands, rolled the latex on.
This time he didn’t wait. Once at her entrance, he pushed his way in. Her pussy stretched around his cock, fluttering around him with each inch he worked in. He felt lightheaded and a fiery ball of ecstasy worked its way from his balls outward—making his hips jerk, lodging the rest of his erection inside her sweet body.
Sam leaned over her back, heart racing, trying to catch his breath. Never had anything felt this good, ever. He worked to keep his hips in place as she adjusted to him. Gusts of air burst from MJ into the night. “Oh god, Sam,” she breathed out unsteadily. Her inner tissues pulsed around him, again making him hungry for more. Twining their hands together, he kissed her from her ear to the corner of her lips, waiting for her to meet him. When she did, he suctioned his lips to hers, pulled his hips back until just the head of his cock was left inside, and then slammed home. She cried out into his mouth. Swallowing it down, he repeated the process. Pulling out to the crown before thrusting, plunging, working his way inside her as she tightened and arched beneath him again and again. Sweat beaded his body, as he kept a steady rhythm until he could no longer fight the inevitable. He released her hands, grabbing her hips in a bruising hold. He pounded into her faster and harder, her pussy convulsed and when he slid his callused finger across her clit, seconds later she was screaming his name.
It was sweet music to his ears. The Tiger within him roared in approval, knowing their mate found pleasure. Sam leaned forward and latched onto the soft skin where shoulder and neck met. His teeth elongated and he punctured her skin as pleasure overrode all common sense. He pumped inside her one more time, his release filling the condom separating him from ultimate euphoria. Separating him from claiming more. Next time.
CHAPTER SIX
MJ woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her bedroom. Slowly opening her eyes she noticed light pouring in from the still open door that lead to the patio. The previous night’s activities flooded her mind.
After Sam bit her, rocketing her to another climax, they stumbled their way back into the bedroom. Sam went straight to the bathroom to clean up as she crawled under the covers. She didn’t know if he was going to put his clothes back on, wish her a happy birthday and leave, or if he planned on staying the night.
She found the answer to her question a couple of minutes later. Sam came out of the bathroom completely naked, sauntered to the bed and crawled beneath the covers with her. He attacked her mouth with stunning kisses and she thought they were going to get ready for round two. He surprised her when he rolled her to her side and wrapped his body around hers. Quickly warming up to the snuggling idea and after such a great orgasm, she was sleep pulled her under. She swore she heard him purring as she drifted to sleep.
MJ carefully tested her range of motion. Thrilled, she found she was delightfully sore; stopping all motion, she snuggled in a little closer to Sam, her ass pressed up against his groin.
The arm around her waist tightened a fraction and he mumbled. She had no clue what he was saying, so she closed her eyes and soaked in the reality of finally being in his arms.
MJ couldn’t help but think it was about time they hooked up. Who knew all it would take were a birthday cake and a couple of other guys flirting with her to motivate him into making a move.
She didn’t know if Sam and the guys planned the sensual barrage to drive her crazy with lust or if Bodie and Soren took their cues from the way Sam was acting. The guys were constantly trying to one up each other in just about everything. Who could bench press the most? Who could get a woman’s phone number first? Who could eat a dozen cupcakes the fastest? Jett even got in on that one. He did have a sweet tooth that wouldn’t quit.
The smell of coffee brewing tugged at her senses. Pleased that she had set it up the day before, knowing her birthday would be hectic, MJ gently grabbed Sam’s arm and tried to lift it away with no luck. He tightened his grip and grunted behind her. She tried shifting onto her back, but again Sam pulled her ass firmly into his body before inserting one of his legs between hers, essentially pinning her down.
“You can forget about getting out of this bed, Mary Jane,” he grumbled sleepily. His hand slid from her waist, up her stomach to her left breast. He kneaded the flesh, plumping it in his hand. “At least not right now. I haven’t had nearly enough of you.” He pumped his hips against her buttocks, his erection leaving a wet trail with each thrust. He was definitely ready for more.
Hell, she was on board with that. Last night had been a revelation. Sex was fun. Usually, the guy wanted a quick suck on his dick before ramming it into her and getting off without wondering if it was doing anything for her. Sam, of course, liked having his dick sucked. Honestly, what guy didn’t? Yes, he slammed into her, but when he leaned over her back, guided her hands to grip the railing then stayed with her, waiting for her to come first…it was magical.
Sam grabbed her top leg and lifted it further back over his. His erection slid between her feminine folds, bumping her clit on each forward thrust. He plucked at her nipples, first one then the other—pinching and pulling the tortured tips, dragging a long moan from her lips. She never knew she liked a little pain with her pleasure before.
Sam slid back and forth as her pussy got wetter and wetter. MJ wormed her arm under his and went straight for her clit, rubbing circles over the hardened nub. Sam peeked over her shoulder, staring at where she had her hand. “Damn sugar, I like watching you get off. Rub that pretty pussy some more.”
MJ worked her fingers down to her entrance sliding them in and pulling them out when Sam thrust forward. She wrapped her hand loosely around him, allowing for him to slide through, coating his shaft with her juices. Repeating the process a half dozen more times before Sam growled enough.
She could feel his hand between their bodies; he was positioning his cock head at her entrance and then pushing in, driving himself all the way in before his hips nestled against her.
“So damn good. You feel so damn good.”
A slow, tortuous pull back and her hips tried to follow. He gripped her hip, holding her still as he slowly glided into her again. Bumping that secret spot inside, sending tingles throughout her body. Moaning his name over and over again urging Sam on, he took the hint and picked up speed.
The slap of flesh on flesh filled the room as Sam drove into her. Finding her clit with her finger, she pressed down on the nub, her orgasm hitting her unexpectedly. Her pussy clenched Sam’s cock, not wanting to let it go. Two shallow thrusts later, he was pumping his seed deep inside her, crying out her name.
Sam collapsed back, pulling her with him. MJ giggled and turned onto her other s
ide. She ran her fingers over Sam’s smooth chest. The hard packed muscles flexing as he attempted to regain his breath.
She was having a hard time wrapping her head around him being in her bed. It was what she wanted all of these years, but what if he didn’t want to stay around? And why wasn’t she feeling the mating pull?
She didn’t even want to think about the fact that he had entered Dewasa months ago and should be feeling the pull toward finding his mate. Everyone said on your twenty-fifth birthday something in you would click, the pull to find your mate the strongest on that day. After that, Tiger-shifters felt compelled to fulfill that mating need. The hunger in them growing until it was no longer bearable. Did he feel that toward someone already and was just biding his time until the next Gathering, where he could claim the one destined to be his? Or was Devon correct in his assumption that Sam moved to Cascade because of her?
She didn’t feel anything and her birthday was yesterday. All day long she waited for that switch to flip but nothing ever happened. She felt just like she always did, plain ole Mary Jane Poppy with a crush, well more than a crush, on her best friend’s brother.
Refusing to let her thoughts ruin what was happening with Sam, she decided to play it casual and cheeky, her typical response to the man currently resting next to her.
“One of these days we’ll have to do that face to face or, better yet, let me ride you.” Leaning up she kissed him on the lips, then on wobbly legs climbed out of bed.
“Hey, where are you going? I’m more than willing to let you ride me. I bet you’d look magnificent. Breasts bouncing as your body flushed with arousal. Your pretty little clit taunting me and beckoning me to play with it. Come back and we’ll see if I’m right.” Sam propped himself up on his elbows, watching her as she walked around the bed. Reaching in the closet, she pulled out her deep red silk robe, slipping it on.
“Coffee.” She said bluntly, as she tied the sash around her waist.
“Seriously? You want coffee after that?”
“Duh. I live for coffee. The sex was good and all but I’m dying for my caffeine fix.” She felt her cheeks heat. “And I want to use the bathroom.”
“Just good? Sugar, I’ve never had someone tell me it was just good.”
MJ shrugged nonchalantly. She really didn’t want to hear about other women right at the moment.
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “If it was just good then why were you so unsteady on your feet last night and this morning?”
“I was tired?”
A grin kicked up one side of his mouth, a smug look settling in his face. “Is that a question or a statement?”
Rolling her eyes, she turned around and beat feet to the bathroom.
Sam was dumbfounded. Sure he tried to act like it didn’t bother him that MJ just jumped out of bed like they hadn’t had life changing sex. But it stung. A lot.
His Tiger nudged him inside. He wasn’t happy she was out of his sight. “You and me both buddy,” he murmured.
Sam’s vow to wait until her twenty-fifth birthday had damn near killed him. Having their businesses next to each other helped calm the Tiger at times but was tortuous nonetheless. He was able to keep an eye on her during the day, popping in the bakery whenever he wanted or wasn’t with a client. At the same time, his Tiger was constantly rearing his head, trying to force the human side to go get their mate. His Tiger didn’t care about the fact that she wasn’t fully transitioned. All it knew was that his mate was nearby and he wanted her.
He heard the bathroom door open back up and the pitter-patter of feet shuffle away from the room.
Rolling out of bed, Sam glanced around searching for his clothes. Finding his pants folded, sitting on the counter in the bathroom, he slipped them on before freshening up and hunting Mary Jane down.
He came out of the bathroom and found her puttering around the small kitchen. There was something a little off about her at the moment. He just didn’t know what. Instead of walking up to her like he wanted, he decided to sit on one of the bar stools.
She slid a cup of black coffee toward him. “Want some pancakes?”
“Sure, sounds good.” Sam took a sip of the hot brew as he studied her a couple of minutes. He covertly sniffed the air. Mixed in with the enticing scent of coffee and vanilla was the overly sweet smell of nervousness. “Mary Jane?”
“Please Sam, call me MJ. I think we have moved past the formality of my full name.”
He couldn’t resist softening at her request. This might not be the best time to irritate her, so he’d play along. “Fine,” he said a little disgruntled, not meaning it one bit. “MJ? Why did you really get out of bed like your ass was on fire?”
“I told you, coffee and the bathroom.”
“Nuh uh. Not a good answer. Why don’t you think about it and try it again?” Sam sipped his coffee and waited. MJ stopped what she was doing. For several seconds Sam didn’t think she was going to answer him. With her head hanging low, he barely noticed her chest and face turning red. “Because I don’t know what the hell we are doing and I don’t want to be a notch in you bedpost. I thought I’d get a jump on squishing any hurt feelings on my part when you got dressed and left.”
Sam’s heart clenched almost as hard as his teeth. The vulnerability in her voice did very funny things to him, but the fact she thought he was after a one-night stand pissed him off. He wanted to get up off the chair and pull her into him. He just wasn’t sure if he wanted to spank her or comfort her and tell her that everything would be fine. What he did know and could tell by her stance was that she wouldn’t be open to the softer side of him – yet. Which left spanking her and he doubted it would do anything but turn him on, so he went with cool and casual. “So you decided to make me breakfast not knowing what I would do? If I were after just one night with you, I would have been out the door seconds after you closed the bathroom door behind you earlier.”
“I was going to make pancakes regardless,” she said defensively.
“As far as what we were doing, we were relaxing in the afterglow of sex. At least that’s what I was doing. You seemed to be freaking out on the inside.”
MJ huffed out a breath and went back to mixing the pancake batter. “I was not freaking out.”
“That’s now what it sounded like to me, sugar. I have never had sex with a woman who has gotten out of bed afterward as fast as you did. I’m usually the one doing the running.”
MJ propped her hand on her hip and Sam did his damndest to hold back his laugh. She was cute as hell when she was irritated. “You know talking about your past sexual encounters is not going to get me back in bed, right?”
Sam took a drink of coffee to draw out the moment. The dark, rich flavor caressed his taste buds before going down his throat. No wonder she was in a hurry to get out of bed. He tilted his head and looked her. “What I meant was, why aren’t you like other women? Eager to please and wanting more.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. No, that wasn’t what he meant either. Shit!
Mary Jane snorted. “Sam I have never been like other woman and if you can’t see that then you need to leave.”
It was time for another tactic. Sam sucked down the rest of his coffee, hopped off the chair and came to stand behind her. Spinning her toward him, he crowded her against the counter, locking her in his embrace by putting his hands on either side of her. He anchored her hips in place with his own. Her quick gasp of shock went straight to his dick, which stirred to life behind the zipper of his jeans.
Sam reined his libido in and cleared his throat. “Why did you sleep with me, Mary Jane?”
MJ quirked her cute little blond eyebrow up. “I wanted to. You kissed me, you teased me, you came home with me and I figured, why the hell not. It was my birthday and I should get something I actually want.”
“And you wanted me.” It was a statement, not a question, because he already knew she wanted him. Just like he wanted her. The only difference between them right now was that he
wanted more.
Her gaze travelled over him. It was like she was actually touching him, leaving fire everyplace her eyes touched. “Yes. I’ve wanted you for a long time. You know that.”
“Yeah, I know.” Sure he sounded arrogant but damn, it felt good to hear her say those words.
“I consider all of the arguing we’ve done over the years foreplay. It was about time we finally got down to having sex.”
“And sex is all you want?”
She hesitated. Biting her lip before soothing it with her tongue. He followed her pink little tongue and almost missed the word coming out of her mouth. “Yes.”
Sam blinked a couple of times. Pulling his gaze away from her lips. “That’s a lie and you know it.”
She shook her head side to side, never taking her eyes off his face. “No. I want sex. Lots of it too, if I can get it.”
“Just lots of sex or lots of sex with me? Cause I’m telling you right now, you will not be having sex with anyone else. It’ll be me and only me for a very long time.”
That seemed to grab her attention. Her eyes cleared of the lust and something that looked an awful lot like panic set in. MJ’s eyes widened and her decadent little mouth dropped open. He saw the pulse in her neck speed up and, if he listened closely, he could hear her heart beat a mile a minute. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. Think about it, MJ. Do you honestly think I would have sex with you and not expect this to be a more permanent thing? Do you think I would risk your friendship, my relationship with my sister, just to have a casual fling with you? I can get casual anytime.”
Her lips compressed before she spoke. “Yet again, not something I want to hear about and certainly not something that will sway me toward you.”
Sam gritted his teeth. She wasn’t listening to what he was saying. “There was a point to that MJ, I want more…with you. I’m drawn to you. Dying inside for you. That whole Dewasa needing to be with your mate all of the time thing, well I have it going on, for you.”
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