“How about you? What do you do for a living?”
“Nothing like that,” she laughed, “but I’m working on it. I work at a law firm and am in school for my MBA.”
“Nice. I like a girl with ambition of her own, not just ambition for my money.”
“Do you get that a lot?”
“Sadly, yes. Or the damn MMA groupies. They’re the worst.”
“Why do you do that anyway?”
His initial laugh petered off into a sigh, “I just need something out of the ordinary I guess. Something that’s not the cooking side of what I do and not the business side, but all about me. I try to keep a low profile there but that’s hard when you win all your fights.”
He smiled wryly at her and could not stop his eyes from drifting over her collarbone and down the delicate straps that held her dress to her body.
He nodded his head towards the kitchen table behind her, and she rose off the barstool like a swan, holding out her hand to carry something. He shook his head and carried both plates of food to the table.
“I’m most comfortable in the kitchen,” he admitted. “It’s where I got my start and it’s where I always retreat.”
“Retreat?”
“Yeah, the rest of my life has always been a rocky road but it’s the constant.”
She nodded, “I can understand that. I think I’m still looking for mine.”
The meal was delicious, but talking to this gorgeous man in the beautiful setting made the food seem so unimportant. She felt bad about it, since he had just said it was his gift. But her mind kept wandering to the idea of ripping that several-hundred-dollar shirt right off of his bulging biceps.
They put the dishes into the sink after dinner, and he pointed to the balcony outside as he refilled their wine glasses. She stood on tip-toe to see the entire panoramic view and he waited half a step behind her to watch the toned muscles of her calf ripple and flex.
He set his wine glass down on the glass table and stepped up to her, pressing himself so close that daylight could not fit between them. She gasped but did not turn around or move away.
“Where were we last night?” he murmured against her neck.
“Right about here,” she replied as she turned around into him.
“Oh god,” she breathed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and nearly picked her up.
She teetered on her tip toes and wound her arms around his neck for balance. His lips touched hers momentarily before sliding down her throat and across the top of her shoulder. The tip of his tongue traced a line back up and tormented the soft delicate spot behind her ear until she shivered and moaned in his arms. She giggled softly as his fingers tickled the backs of her thighs until they reached the hem of her dress.
He finally just lifted her up and moved backwards on the balcony until he found a chair. When he sat down firmly, she came with him and landing straddling his lap. He tore his lips from her skin and looked at her hard.
“Now’s the time to stop me,” he growled.
“Now’s the time to keep going,” she pleaded as she pressed her breasts against his chest.
His large calloused hands slid the rest of the way under her skirt and he groaned painfully when he felt the smoothness of her bare ass. Her delicate fingers slowly undid the buttons on his shirt one by one, her full pink lips tickling and teasing his skin inch by inch as it came into view.
He squirmed underneath her and dug his fingers into the lower curve of her ass. She tugged the shirttails free and pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her teeth nipped at his ear and his neck as he tried to hold himself back from ripping the dress from her body.
She suddenly stopped all torment and sat up in his lap. He looked at her with desire-heavy lids and his eyes widened as she started to remove her own dress. Inch by inch, she slid the dress up her thighs, revealing her toned smooth legs. And just when he thought he could stand no more, she whipped the garment up and off over her head, dropping it on top of his shirt.
She sat on his lap naked, her skin glowing in the moonlight, and leaned forward to kiss him. His hand slipped between their bodies and pressed up against her most sensitive spot. Her gasp faded into a moan as he rubbed her swollen clit. His tongue circled her nipple slowly to mimic his teasing finger. Her gasps dissolved into moans as he spread her slipperiness over her folds.
He gave in completely and stood up from his chair to carry her inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squirmed as the hairs on his chest tickled her taut sensitive nipples. As he tried to carry her towards the bedroom, she whispered in his ear.
“No. Here. Now.”
He grunted in response and sat down abruptly on the couch in the living room. Her hand fumbled at the waistband of his slacks and he lifted his hips slightly so that she could slide them down along with his boxer briefs.
His cock sprung out between them, hard and throbbing for her touch. She ran her fingers down the length lightly, pulling a pained groan from his chest. Raising her hips slightly, Megan lowered herself onto him, feeling the thickness fill her up until she rested hip to hip with him.
Scott could hardly find his self-control; she was so warm and wet and tight around him. Her eyes were wide as he filled her. He knew he was large and he gritted his teeth in patience as he let her body adjust to him.
Her head fell back and her lips parted as she began to grind and move. He bit the top of her shoulder hard and she gasped at the tingling shockwaves it sent through her body. He pinched her nipples and ground his hips in rhythm with hers.
It had been so long that Megan was afraid her own self-control was not possible. He stretched her and filled her in ways she had never experienced, and his biceps twitched as he tried to slow his movements.
“Harder, faster,” she whimpered. She could not get enough of him.
Still inside her, he stood up partway and turned so that she ended up on her back with him kneeling over her. His blue eyes flashed and sparked at her and she looked at them, into them, and through them. He could see in her what she was silently asking, and he gave it to her willingly and wholeheartedly.
Scott pounded the sensuous blonde woman until she could no longer form words with her mouth. Her breath escaped in a harmony of gasps and moans until the pitch shattered his resolve and he exploded with her.
Chapter Ten
Several hours later, Scott woke up still entangled with Megan on the couch. He looked down at her through thick dark lashes and she purred as she squirmed. His cell phone chirped in the background and he cursed quietly in the dark penthouse. He extricated himself as smoothly as possible and went to check it. He could not stop the loud cursing that escaped his lips.
Megan finally awoke and peered over the arm of the couch at him. Her blonde hair was mussed and her copper eyes looked at him sleepily, and all he wanted to do was carry her back to the bedroom and have her again, over and over, until she begged him to stop.
“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly.
“It’s just my damn mother.”
Her eyebrows flew up and she sat up straighter. She was not sure if she trusted someone who felt that way about their mom.
“What?”
He walked back over to the couch and sat down next to her, pulling her into his warm body and covering them both with a blanket. She rested her head on his strong shoulder and waited for the explanation.
“You remember last night, when I said I would escape in the kitchen?”
“Yes…”
“I was escaping from her. After my dad died, she married and divorced a series of wealthy men, one after the other. None of them wanted anything to do with me, and she would get so caught up in being the trophy wife, that having a son in tow just didn’t fit the image she wanted them to have of her. So I was sent off to one boarding school after another, and ended up getting tossed out of all of them. I started working in kitchens and found my home. The home I never had after my dad died.”
“Oh,” she breathed softly.
“Now it seems she went off and got married yet again. Guess the guy’s probably rich. Like the others. What a fucking mess. I stopped going to the weddings years ago. Wonder what her name is now…”
“Ask her,” Megan suggested softly.
He clicked away on his cell phone and waited with his arms still around the beautiful blonde woman. He was keenly aware of their naked bodies touching and he hoped that she could not tell his cock was starting to wake up.
Her fingers were tickling the inside of his thigh, and creeping higher. He shifted his hips on the couch, trying to ignore the gentle torment. She finally raised her head from his shoulder and looked at him directly. He looked down at the face that turned up to him and grabbed her hand away from his leg. She raised her eyebrows in question and then grinned as he stood, still holding her hand, and started to pull her up and towards the bedroom.
This time he carefully laid her on the bed and knelt between her legs. Her skin still glowed and smelled faintly of chocolate. As he buried his face between her thighs, he inhaled her sweet and musky fragrance deeply before tasting her. She writhed against his tongue and panted for breath. Not only was he well-endowed, but he had developed quite the oral talent as well. His fingers teased her nipples into taut peaks as his tongue slid in and out of her, and circled her throbbing clit. He circled tighter and pressed harder until she twisted the sheets in her fingers and cried out, soaking his lips and tongue with her orgasm.
He slid up along her body as she sunk back down into reality. When she arrived back on the bed with him, her hand had found its way back to his thigh, teasing and tickling its way towards the throbbing in his cock.
She knelt over him and started to lightly stroke him. His hips rose off the bed, seeking more, needing more. She continued her light torment, drawing her fingers gently up and down, barely closing them around his shaft.
“Dammit,” he swore in a gravelly voice. “Megan, please…”
She grinned at him and gave him an exaggerated wink.
“I was told to make you pant and beg and drool.”
“What? Why?”
“Guess you just looked like you needed a little torment…”
“Dammit, please, just… stroke… harder… please…”
There was something flattering and powerful in seeing this large muscle-bound man begging for a hand job. She bent over and wrapped her lips wetly around him, sucking hard.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he exhaled.
She moved her hands and mouth together, to cover his entire cock with need.
“Yessssssssss,” he hissed.
Megan stroked her hands and swirled her tongue until his hips came off the bed. As it throbbed harder, she backed off just to hear him groan deep in his chest. When his breathing calmed down, she resumed her demanding attention to his cock. His fingers dug into the sheets and tiny beads of sweat dotted his brow as he held on tenuously to his self-control.
With one last stroke, she pulled him over the edge and felt the first burst against the back of her throat. The second and the third hit her in rapid succession until he was squirming because the sensations were too much. She crawled back up his body to lay against his chest.
The cell phone had chirped again sometime during their passionate exchange, and he finally had the presence of mind to check the blinking light.
“Looks like her name is Marilyn Kenyon now.”
Megan looked up with a start, “Kenyon?”
“Yeah, his name is Andrew.”
Megan stopped breathing and stared at Scott’s recovering body.
“No no no no no no no,” she exhaled in a panic.
“What?” Scott sat up in alarm, spilling her to one side of him.
She scrambled up off the bed, her eyes fixed open like a rabbit trapped by a wolf. She flew through the penthouse, yanking her dress over her head, grabbing her purse and shoes and darting for the elevator.
“Megan! What the fuck is going on? Where are you going?”
As the doors closed in front of her frightened face, her final words bored into his brain like a red hot poker.
“Your mom is married to my dad.”
THE END
Taken by the Cowboy WerewolfChapter one
“Sheila, you can’t be serious and this is not the way that you should be living your life. You can’t always be holed up in this apartment, looking at old scientific journals and coming up with new premises every single minute of the day. There has to be time for fun and relaxation and if you don’t get out there and enjoy yourself, then you are going to let life pass you by.” Lynn was one of my best friends and she had come over quite by accident to borrow my laptop. Now she was getting on her soapbox and telling me how to live my life. She was one to talk and she had been married twice already and couldn’t even hold down a job, even if her life depended on it.
“I know that you’re a bit of a social butterfly, Lynn, but that’s not exactly who I am. I’ve always gone my own way and I will never allow anybody to dictate the terms of my life. You’re probably right and I should get out and there is an exhibit down town that I really would like to take in. They have several artists from around the world that have collaborated to bring this once in a lifetime exhibition to this town. I just hope that people understand exactly what they are looking at.” I had been planning to go to the exhibit, but I had been caught up at work. When you own your own laboratory and are constantly trying to come up with new ideas to explain the universe, you tend to get lost in the moment.
“Are you sure that it doesn’t have anything to do with your…weight problems?” She would be the one to ask that, especially with the way that she had turned her body into a temple of lust for all the boys. We met at an over eaters anonymous meeting and I came to the conclusion that I didn’t need their help. In moderation, I could eat healthy, but that didn’t negate the fact that I was big boned and would always be that way. “You would be surprised at how many guys that are out there that like a little more curve. If I had known that before, I wouldn’t have worked, so diligently to make myself into the carbon copy of a Barbie doll.”
Lynn was blond; blue eyed and had fake breasts that entered into a room, before she did. She was always trying to fix what god gave her. I’d never gone into that superficial nonsense and I was quite happy with the way that I was living my life. She’d come over here wearing this slinky red dress that hugged her body in all the right ways. I had this interest to see what was hiding underneath, but mostly a scientific curiosity and nothing more. I couldn’t admit that I had feelings for Lynn and that they went way and beyond platonic. I’d seen her in the shower one time at a health spa. I wanted to crawl over to her and show her just what it was like to experiment. I knew that I would never cross that line, but it was fun to think about.
“Lynn, I think that you should come with me to the exhibit. You need to broaden your horizons and step outside of your comfort zone. With that dress on, I’m sure that you will be one of the only girls there that will be hit on by a medley of different guys.” The only way to bring her along was to appeal to her vanity. I grabbed my knee length leather coat, pulling my brown hair into a ponytail and slipping on my intellectual glasses. I could wear contacts, but I didn’t feel a need to slip something into my eyes.
I was a little squeamish about some things, including touching an eyeball, but that was only scratching the surface of those things that made me shiver.
“I’m not sure that going to that exhibit is going to be something that I’m going to like. You’ve always been into that highbrow stuff and I’m more down to earth.” What she meant to say was that I was polished and educated and she was from the street and lived by the seat of her pants. We probably would never be friends, except for the fact that we had met in that meeting. “I think that I’m going to pass on this one, but I’m glad to see that you’re finally getting out amongst the living. Just be careful, because there have been reports of something
lurking in the darkness. Two women have already been killed and one man is in a coma from whatever is out there. I’m not sure what this town is coming to.
“You know that I don’t believe in any of that kind of stuff. My father made sure that when I was growing up that I didn’t believe in the boogeyman or monsters. It’s probably some rabid dog or a wolf in the forest that has come out to forage for food. It sees a smorgasbord of humans and it has no choice, but to act on its primal nature. We should not condemn what they do. We should be fascinated by how they survive by any measure necessary.” I could see that she wasn’t buying what I was trying to sell.
“I sometimes think, Shelia that you are not exactly the same, as all the rest of us. You look at things differently. Not everything has a scientific reason behind it. Sometimes you have to dispel your disbelief. A wise man used to say that anything is possible.” I had no idea who said that and I didn’t even think that she had a clue what she was talking about.
We walked down the stairs together and I knew that tonight was going to be one of those nights that she would find herself taking that walk of shame in the morning. I had had only one, one night stand and I could say with some degree of certainty that I would never want to do it again. I’d only done it, because I had a scientific curiosity and that led to me doing one thing different per day, just to say that I had done it. It mostly, involved reading a novel that had escaped me during my youth.
“Sheila, you may not believe in things that go bump in the night, but it’s always good to be prepared. Even somebody with science should be on alert and know exactly what’s going on around her at all times.” She passed me a can of pepper spray and I was hesitant to take it, but she was very determined to make sure that I had something to protect myself. I had no interest in guns, so this was a good compromise.
“I’ll take it under protest, but only because it’s going to make you feel better and not me.” I didn’t think that I would ever have a need to use it, but I suppose it was nice to have it…just in case. “Besides, I’m going to be in a reputable part of town and you’re going to be walking on the other side of the tracks. I’ll have police in the area and you’re going someplace where the police don’t even want to step into, unless absolutely necessary.” I had slipped on a blue and black dress. The top was blue and the bottom was black. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that it was two different pieces of attire.
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