His to Claim

by Opal Carew

  But he groaned as she began to suck.

  He tangled his fingers in her hair as she glided down his shaft a little. The feel of his big, hard cock in her mouth made her tremble with desire. She clenched her thighs together in need, longing for him to thrust inside her.

  Still holding his erection with one hand, she cupped his soft balls in the other and lightly squeezed them, then caressed. His head fell back against the couch, and the sight of the heat blazing from his eyes sent her hormones surging. She leaned down and licked one sac. At his soft moan, a deep sense of satisfaction washed through her, knowing how much she was pleasing him. She drew it into her mouth and teased it with her tongue.

  “Oh, yeah, baby.” He cupped her head, his tense fingers stretched along her scalp.

  His breathing accelerated as she moved her hand up and down his cock, feeling the soft skin glide over the steel shaft beneath. Excitement danced through her as she teased his sac with her tongue, then sucked in light pulses.

  His pelvis arched and she could tell he was close.

  She drew back, but his fingers flexed and he pressed her to him again.

  “Oh, baby, don’t stop.”

  Something about having the powerful man at her mercy spiked her desire higher, and she moaned against his flesh. She took the other ball in her mouth and squeezed the two together, still stroking his cock.

  He tensed and she bolted to his cockhead and took it in her mouth a split second before he erupted in a blast of white-hot liquid. She sucked as he pulsed into her, stroking his shaft with her hand.

  Finally, he collapsed on the couch.

  She tipped her head and smiled at him.

  “I think you liked that.”

  He opened his eyes and growled, then she found herself flipped onto her back on the couch, with him crouching on the floor beside her. He grabbed the beer bottle, which he’d deposited on the side table and held it over her, then tipped it. A dribble of cool amber liquid filled her belly button. He then swooped down and lapped it up. As his tongue continued to pulse into her navel, she felt him glide her panties down, then flick them off. She gazed at him as he kissed her stomach, moving downward. When his cool tongue lapped over her moist folds, she sucked in a breath.

  He stared at her pinkness with a grin on his face. He grasped her knees and tucked them over his broad shoulders, then used his thumbs to separate her folds and poured beer onto her. It pooled in her opening and she gasped at the coldness, then again at his hot tongue lapping the liquid and licking her. Then he drove his tongue into her passage, sending heat rushing through her.

  He sucked the beer from her, then found her clit and teased it with the tip of his tongue.

  “Oh, Storm. Yes.” Her fingers curled through his hair as she drew him closer.

  He licked and sucked her little button and she gasped as intense pleasure swelled through her. She writhed beneath him, then moaned as a powerful orgasm blasted through her.

  She arched and rode the wave, then finally collapsed. When she opened her eyes, she saw that his cock stood fully erect again, and she expected him to prowl over her and glide inside her, but instead, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.

  The bed was soft beneath her back. He stepped back and stared at her. She was fully naked and he was still dressed, his cock jutting out of his unzipped jeans. He tugged off his T-shirt and tossed it aside, revealing his sculpted, tattooed chest, then stripped off his pants and boxers in one swift motion.

  He walked toward her, magnificent in his nakedness, his muscles rippling.

  She could hardly believe this was really happening. She’d wanted to be with Rafe Ranier for so long. That was heaven enough, but this … this was Storm, and being with him was beyond anything she’d ever dreamed possible.

  Her insides ached at the sight of his long cock bobbing up and down. She wanted it inside her, filling her completely. She wanted him to grind into her, plunging inside until she screamed his name.

  But he didn’t prowl over her and thrust inside as she expected. He lay down beside her and stroked her hair from her face.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  She smiled. “Do you say that to all your groupies?”

  But he didn’t laugh. He shook his head. “You are very special, and someone I’ve wanted to get to know for a long time.”

  She leaned up on her elbow. “Then why didn’t you?”

  But she knew why. She’d worked for him.

  “I didn’t want to ruin our working relationship, but more than that. I guess I didn’t feel worthy.”

  Shock vaulted through her. “What? How could you not be worthy?”

  His lips compressed. “You know what my father was like.”

  She had worked for Rafe when his father was still alive. The man had been stern and authoritative. He had been hard to be around. Very critical and demanding. And totally uncompromising.

  “I was never good enough for him. Not me. Not my friends. And no woman I ever dated. Even if we hadn’t had the boss-secretary thing between us, I never would have wanted to drag you into a situation like that. He would have wound up driving you away.”

  “But you dated other women back then.”

  “Never seriously.” He stroked her hair behind her ear. “And I guess I always realized there could be something serious between us. That’s why I just decided you were off-limits.”

  She just stared at his sky blue eyes, glowing with warmth. Could she dare hope it was true?

  His lips captured hers in a warm, sweet kiss. Her arms swept around him and she held him close as his tongue curled over hers and undulated in a dance of passion. She arched against him, wanting to feel his body against hers, then reached down and grasped his thick cock and glided it over her thighs. He rolled over her, holding his weight on his elbows as she guided his thick cock between her legs. When it nudged her slick flesh, he pressed forward, stretching her opening as he glided inside. Their gazes locked as he pressed deeper inside her. Then deeper still. Her eyelids flicked closed briefly as pleasure shimmered through her, then she opened them again to meet his gaze.

  Once he was fully inside her, he continued to watch her. There was a depth of emotion she couldn’t read. Then he drew back and surged deep again, taking her breath away.

  He moved in a fluid rhythm, smooth as silk as he filled her deeply again and again. She clung to his broad shoulders as his cock pumped into her, stoking her desire to a feverish pitch. Her fingernails dug into his flesh as a surge of pleasure rushed through her, then she gasped, and moaned long and loud.

  He thrust faster, driving her pleasure higher.

  “Oh, God. I’m going to…” She sucked in a breath, as bliss seared through her. “Oh, Storm.” She tightened her grip on his shoulders. “Yes.”

  She wailed as he flung her to ecstasy.

  He continued to pump into her, then groaned his own release.

  Finally, he dropped onto her, then rolled to his side, still holding her close. She could hear his rapidly beating heart. She lay there contentedly, listening to it slow to normal, along with his breathing. Her eyelids fell closed as her excitement turned to a blissful elation, then she dozed off.

  * * *

  Melanie opened her eyes to the bright sunshine. Storm’s arm was tossed over his head, and her gaze glided along the tattoos adorning his arms, then across his chest. She still couldn’t believe she’d finally lived out her fantasy of being with him.

  His eyes opened and he smiled. “Hey, there.”

  She smiled back. “Hi.”

  “What were you thinking about so intensely?”

  “Oh, just…” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Sure it does. Tell me.”

  “I was just thinking how lucky I am. Last night was incredible.”

  He chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. “Hey, I was pretty lucky, too.”

  She laughed. “Why? You didn’t get to sleep with a hunky, burgeoning rock star la
st night.”

  “Maybe not, but I got to be with you.” He tugged her to him and kissed her, then rolled her over, their mouths still joined.

  She ran her hand over his rock-hard chest, loving the feel of him ravaging her mouth with his tongue, his body pinning her to the bed.

  “Is that all you were thinking?” he asked once he released her mouth.

  “I’ve wanted this to happen between us for a long time,” she admitted.

  “So you’re saying you lusted after me when I was your boss?”

  “Well, of course. You were the sexiest boss in the world.”

  “So we both finally got smart and pursued our mutual attraction.” His lips brushed hers. “It was worth the wait. I’m glad you picked me for that wild, crazy fling you talked about.”

  Doubts suddenly flared inside her. Now that they’d crossed the line and ended up in bed together, what came next?

  He stroked her hair back from her face. “Melanie, you did realize that I’m not looking for a commitment right now, didn’t you? I mean, after the disaster of a relationship I had with Jessica, I’m not ready for more than that right now.”

  She shook her head. “Oh, of course. I get that.”

  But her heart sank. She had been hoping it was more than a fling. Especially when he’d acted so possessive of her around Travis.

  Now that she’d finally experienced what she’d dreamed of for so long, she knew for sure it wasn’t a simple crush, or infatuation. She had real feelings for him. If, or rather, when it ended between them, how would she get over him?

  * * *

  Storm drove the bike along the highway heading back to the city, Melanie’s arms tight around his waist.

  What the hell had he been thinking? He really liked Melanie, and last night had been incredibly intense and sexy, but was he leading her on? Of course, he wanted to keep seeing her … and sleeping with her … but was that really fair to her? After the disaster of a relationship with Jessica, he wasn’t ready to jump into relationship-land again. Even with a woman as fun and delightful as Melanie.

  On the other hand, to stop now would make Melanie feel like a discarded one-night stand. And he didn’t want to stop. Hopefully, they could continue a casual relationship and still remain friends.

  * * *

  The bell over the door rang as Melanie returned to the back with the bucket and mop she’d used to clean up the cream that had spilled all over the floor when a customer had accidentally knocked over a full jug. There were about six customers in line, but both Sue and Karen, the manager, were on bar, so everything was well in hand.

  “Hey, Melanie. There’s a hot guy here to see you.”

  Melanie glanced up at Sue, who’d popped her head in the doorway.

  “Storm’s here?” She smiled, despite her concern that Karen would be annoyed at her having a friend stop by to see her.

  “No, not Storm. This is a new incredibly sexy hunk.” Sue grinned. “Man, you’ve got to tell me where you’ve been hanging out, because I definitely want to get me one of those.”

  Melanie washed her hands, then hurried to the front, wondering who it might be.

  She glanced around as she stepped through the doorway.

  “Hi, Melanie.”

  She turned toward the vaguely familiar voice and was shocked to see Storm’s friend, Travis, stand up from one of the small round tables near the cash register. In his jeans and sleeveless T-shirt, his muscular arms and shoulders were on full display. He looked tough, but very sexy.

  Unlike Storm’s tattoo-laden arms, Travis had one snake tattoo encircling his bicep. His longish sandy hair was unkempt, in a stylish way, and his strong jaw was shadowed with whiskers.

  “Oh, hi. How are you doing?” Why in the world was Travis here?

  Storm’s words echoed through her head. Travis and I are good friends, but if he could steal you away, he would. It’s just a weird rivalry that started between us when we were on the road.

  His smile was boyish and wickedly sexy at the same time.

  “I wanted to know if you’d join me for lunch.”

  “Well, I’m not sure if—”

  “Oh, my God. You’re Travis, the lead singer of Savage Kiss.” A young woman who’d been sitting with two friends at a table a few feet away bolted to her feet and rushed over. “I saw your show last week. You were amazing.”

  Travis smiled. “Thanks, darlin’.”

  She thrust a menu at him. “Can I get your autograph?”

  “Oh, me, too,” one of her friends said. Both young women had joined her and they were crowding around him.

  He signed autographs for all three of them, and a few other people who came over.

  He turned to Melanie and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Please say you’ll join me and we can go somewhere quiet.”

  Sue walked over. “Hi, I’m Sue.” She grinned broadly as she held out her hand.

  Travis shook it. “Nice to meet you, Sue.”

  “Travis, that’s our supervisor over there. I happen to know she saw your concert on Thursday night and is a big fan. I’m sure she’d be thrilled if you go say hi, and I doubt she’d turn you down if you ask if Melanie can leave for lunch a little early.”

  “Thanks for the tip, Sue. I’ll be right back.”

  “What are you doing, Sue?” Melanie said as soon as Travis stepped away. “I’m seeing Storm.”

  “Listen, Mel, you have two sexy men pursing you.” She winked. “Keep your options open.”

  Travis strolled back to Melanie. “Ready?”

  “I … guess so.”

  * * *

  Melanie and Travis sat down at the table on the patio of Genaro’s, a little café a couple of blocks from the shop. The hostess handed them menus, and after a quick glance at the specials, Melanie closed hers.

  When the waitress came by, Melanie ordered the chicken-and-pineapple wrap with a salad and Travis asked for a beer and a burger.

  “I’m surprised you came to see me,” Melanie said.

  “Why?”

  She couldn’t help staring at his blue-green eyes, which sent waves of warmth through her every time he focused on her, which felt like all the time. It was as if she was all he could see.

  After years of working with Rafe and feeling invisible, it was a heady feeling. He continued to watch her with unabashed interest, as if he could peer into her soul and know her deepest secrets.

  “Well, you don’t really know me. And I didn’t think you were staying in the city.”

  “I wanted to spend some time with my sister. I only met her fiancé briefly when they came to see us play on Thursday, and we didn’t get much time to talk. I can’t let my little sister just marry some guy without getting to know him.”

  She smiled. “And do you approve?”

  He grinned. “That depends. Do you like the guy?”

  “Mr. Ranier? Yes, of course.”

  “You call him Mr. Ranier?” He shrugged. “I guess he was your boss. Yeah, he seems a bit overbearing to me, but he seems to make Jess happy.”

  She nodded.

  “And as for not knowing you,” he smiled, “I wouldn’t mind changing that.”

  “Is that why you asked me to lunch?” She pushed a loose strand of hair, which had escaped the elastic that bound it, behind her ear. “You know I’m seeing Storm.”

  He shrugged. “I asked you here because I want to get an engagement gift for Jess and I want it to be something special. I thought I could ask your advice. Maybe you’d even help me pick it out.”

  “Oh, that’s nice of you.” She nodded. “Sure, I could do that.”

  The waitress brought their food and she picked up her fork. As she enjoyed a bite of her salad, she gazed at Travis.

  Just being at the same table with him set her off balance. Despite his tough-guy attire, he had a sensual aura about him, and she sensed the soul of an artist in him. She felt a strange desire to run her fingers through his sandy brown hair. As if reading her mind,
he pushed a lock behind his ear, revealing three small hoop earrings.

  Why couldn’t she stop thinking about how sexy he was? Was she forming an addiction to rock musicians? Or with Travis, was the appeal that when he looked at her, he seemed to truly see her?

  He glanced up and caught her staring at him. A slow smile spread across his face.

  “So, darlin’, just how serious are you and Storm?”

  * * *

  The limo pulled up outside the coffee shop where Melanie worked and Rafe got out. He’d tried texting her about twenty minutes ago to ask her to lunch, but she hadn’t responded yet, so he figured he’d stop by and ask her in person. She didn’t keep her cell with her while she was working, so that meant she probably hadn’t left for lunch yet.

  He stepped into the shop and saw the smiling Sue serving a customer, and another woman he didn’t recognize wiping a table by the window.

  “Oh, hi,” Sue said when she saw him. “Um … Melanie’s not here right now.”

  “That’s too bad. I was going to take her to lunch.”

  “I’ll let her know you stopped by.”

  “Excuse me.”

  Rafe turned to the other woman who now stood beside Sue behind the counter.

  He smiled. “Yes?”

  She examined his face. “Aren’t you in Savage Kiss, too?”

  Too?

  “Yes, I am.”

  Her eyes lit up the same way he’d seen a thousand times before when a female fan recognized him, which boosted his ego every time. But right now he wanted to know who else she’d seen from the band, and when.

  “I thought so. You’re Storm, the guitarist.” She smiled brightly. “You’re all really good, but you’re my favorite.”

  “Thank you very much.”

  If he had been wearing his jeans, he’d have smiled wickedly and called her baby, since the fans loved that so much, but in his suit it just felt … odd being recognized. No one had ever recognized him as Storm when he was in his suit before. Actually, no one in Philadelphia had ever recognized Storm from Savage Kiss. The band was becoming well-known now, so if he continued to play with them when they were in town, it would start to happen more often. That could become disruptive.

  “Have any of the other band members come in?” he asked.