by Claire Adele
Chapter Four
Cynthia answered the doorbell and found Juan waiting on her front porch, looking ruggedly handsome, in blue jeans, burgundy cotton shirt, and western-style boots. His cologne wafted to her. Citrus, her favorite. He carried a bottle of red wine. She grinned at him. “Come in. I see you brought our dinner wine.”
“Couldn’t forget that,” he said, grinning back at her.
Cindy looked past him at the dark blue Civic parked in front of her house. “You’re driving a different car.”
He turned and looked at the used sedan. “Yeah, the old Grand Prix was totaled. Ramon fixed me up with this one. Not what I like to drive, but it has good pick up and speed. That’s important in my line of work.”
“Is it comfortable?” Comfort was important, too.
“Oh, yeah. Spending as much time as we do driving around town, the seats and leg room have to be right.”
“You’ll have to take me for a spin and show me what it can do.” She smiled at him and gestured for him to come into her home.
“My pleasure. Let me know when, and I’ll be happy to,” he said as he followed her inside.
The thought of taking a ride with Juan teased her with the possibilities. “I have everything ready for the grill outside. How are you at cooking steaks?”
“I’ve grilled a few.” He handed her the bottle of wine. “How do you like yours cooked?”
“I like it medium-well. And you?”
“I always like it on the rare side,” he said, looking a little self-conscious. One side of his mouth curved upward.
Now what exactly did he mean by that look? It indicated embarrassment for his preference in how he liked his meals prepared. Why would he feel that way?
“Where’s the grill? Show me what you need me to do,” he said.
It wasn’t long before their meal was ready. They sat down at the dining table and enjoyed every last bite. The steaks were cooked just right. Cindy made a mental note to ask Juan over for dinner more often. “You’re a good chef.”
“Comes from helping at home. When we have family get-togethers, they usually turn into big dinners. The guys are always in charge of the grill. If you don’t cook everyone’s meat just right, they get grouchy.” He grinned.
“Sounds like a normal, big family having a good time,” she said.
“Always.”
Cindy realized as she gazed at him under the light above the dining table that his bruises and abrasions showed amazing improvement. “The injuries to your face are healing so fast.”
“I do tend to heal fast. A family trait.”
“Nice trait to have.”
He nodded, his expression turning serious. “You were amazing last night to come outside alone and help me after my run-in with the Hawks.”
“I couldn’t ignore the fact you looked injured and might need help.”
“You had no idea who I was.” He slashed his hand through the air. “I could have been a totally bad dude. Not everyone would do what you did. Most people would have closed their curtains. Some might have called the police. You had the courage to come outside, in your robe and pajamas even, and take me, a complete stranger, into your home.”
“I couldn’t just stand by the window and do nothing. I feared you’d been fatally injured.”
“You brought me into your home, gave me access to your cell, cleaned me up, and tended my wounds. You’re a remarkable woman.” His eyes held hers with his warmth and sincerity.
“I guess my work with the Rescue Mission has made me less afraid of strangers than most people would be.”
They’d both finished their dinner. Cynthia picked up her plate. “I’ll take these dishes into the kitchen.”
“I’ll help,” Juan said, and stood, holding her chair for her and gathering up his plate.
After the dishes were all in the dishwasher, she asked, “Would you like another glass of wine?”
“If you’re having one, I’ll join you,” he said.
She poured the wine into their glasses and offered his to him. “Why don’t we make ourselves comfortable in the den?”
“Sounds good.” He followed her into the den and took a seat between her and the end of the sofa. “What does your work involve at the Rescue Mission, besides collecting and delivering clothing?”
“I usually walk through the main gathering room and see if anyone appears ill and needs special care. If I know of a job available, I look for someone who might be eager and capable of handling the work. My friends and I cooperate with the Rescue Mission that way to help.”
“While you and your friends are there, I hope you’re careful about your own safety. That rescue operation is in one of the rougher parts of the older area by the railroad tracks.”
“At all times, we stay aware of what’s happening both inside and outside the building. We don’t make a delivery if there’s an obvious problem. Of course, we don’t always know what’s happening until we walk inside. I’ve learned to stay calm, assess things, and be on my way if I need to leave. But there’s hardly ever any reason for a hasty retreat.”
“Watch out for any suspicious gang activity. I know the Hawks cruise that part of town looking for young homeless women for their house of prostitution.”
“I’ll keep my eyes open for them. I hadn’t thought of that possibility before, but, sadly, it makes sense now that you mention it.”
He leaned close to her and kissed her softly, brushing his firm, warm lips across hers. “I don’t want to upset you, but I want you to be safe.”
She smiled at him. “I understand. I’ll be more careful. Thank you.”
“It’s not much compared to what you did for me last night.”
“I can think of any number of ways to remedy that.”
He grinned at her. “You can? What exactly are you thinking about?”
“Oh. Well, another kiss would be a good place to start.” She smiled.
He reached an arm across the front of her and cradled her shoulder, gathering her close. “Let’s get started then.” He lowered his head and brushed her lips with his.
She parted her lips, and he delved within excruciatingly slowly with the tip of his tongue. She wanted more, so much more. Wrapping her arms around his solid torso, careful not to touch his bruises, she tilted her head and met his tongue with hers, stroking and teasing the warm, wet texture. He took the kiss deeper, covering her mouth with his. He groaned softly, and she breathed out a sigh of pleasure. She caressed the muscles of his back with her fingers.
One of his hands smoothed over her midriff and cupped her breast. She inhaled swiftly as his thumb brushed across her nipple. Heated sensations raced through her body to the most sensitive flesh surrounding her channel. He stroked his fingers over her firm nipple. The heated ache pulsed through her clit. The physical need made her moan.
“Let’s get these clothes off you,” he said, his voice soft and rasping. “Is this room private enough for you? I want to see you naked.”
At his words, every pleasure point in her body tightened with desire. “Yes. No one can see us here. The curtains cover the windows, and no one can see us from the front of the house.”
“Good, because I’m finding it hard to wait.” He smiled at her with that lopsided smile of his. “Let me help.” He took hold of the bottom edge of her pink, silk pullover and lifted it slowly as she sat up and raised her arms. Before she could take two breaths, he had it off her.
“May I?” He slipped his fingers beneath the fastening of her pale pink bra.
She smiled. “Yes, you may.”
He unclasped her bra and pushed the straps down her arms and off. “You’re so beautiful.” For a long moment he stared at her breasts, his eyes dark. “I want to taste you and lick those pink tits.”
She shivered at his words, wanting him to do that very thing. “Please.” She arched her back and offered her breasts to him. She couldn’t believe it was so easy to let him have his way. He was so different from he
r ex-husband. Juan took time to be playful and generous.
He lowered his head, and she watched as he licked one nipple with the tip of his tongue. Heat streaked to her swollen labia. He took her nipple with his lips, drew it into his mouth, and sucked hard. She moaned at the pleasure. He moved to her other breast and licked and sucked as he kneaded the first one with his long fingers. Finally he raised his head, and his hands smoothed down her ribs to her waistband.
His eyes met hers, his gaze holding hers while he unfastened and unzipped her slacks. Bracing her hands on the sofa cushions, she pushed herself up a little, and he slipped her slacks past her hips and down her legs.
He chuckled as he gazed at her lace-edged, pink panties. “These could be fun.” Lifting the lacey edge of one leg opening, he smoothed his fingers over her swollen flesh.
She jerked and moaned.
“You like that.” He grinned. His fingers delved between her already wet, slick folds. “You’re so hot. I want to look at you.”
He pulled her panties down her hips and thighs, and she raised her legs so he could remove the garment from her feet. She had no concerns about what he might do. For whatever reason, she trusted him implicitly.
He cupped her calves and bent her knees so her feet rested on the sofa cushions. “Lean back.”
She did as he asked, offering herself, everything parted and open to him. When he gazed at her most private, wet, swollen sex, her body tightened with need low in her belly and between her thighs.
“You’re beautiful, your pussy’s all rosy and damp,” he said, his voice a soft rasp.
“Take off your clothes.” She wanted to feel him, skin to skin. He slipped off his shirt, and she inhaled swiftly when he lowered his head. The tattoo on his back looked like a wolf.
Holding her breath, she waited for his touch. He didn’t disappoint. The tip of his hot, wet tongue speared between her folds and stroked her sensitive clit. A sharp moan escaped her, and she raised her hips in needy response to his questing mouth. He kissed her wet, swollen flesh, and again delved to titillate her sensitive bud with his wicked tongue. His breath felt cool against her damp skin. Another moan escaped.
He slipped his big hands beneath her hips and cupped them, lifting her pelvis to his teasing mouth. She closed her fingers in his long hair and squeezed. A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. Moving lower, he kissed, nuzzled, and nipped gently, and finally his tongue stroked deep inside her slick opening. She cried out, the pleasure intense. “Juan! That feels so good.”
He delved inside her over and over with that tormenting tongue. She was close to coming. Just a little more.
He left her opening and licked through her parted folds until he reached her clit, where he stopped. He teased her nubbin. A high-pitched cry escaped her as the caresses increased sensation almost to the point of climax. “Oh, God!”
One long finger slipped deep inside her channel.
“Your pussy is slick and hot.” He moved in and out and then slid two fingers slowly within, stretching her.
“Juan!” she moaned, moving her hips up and down.
“You’re so tight, chica.”
“Don’t stop!” she cried, gasping.
His fingers slid deeper and tantalized her. He buried his face in her needy flesh and sucked her clit. His fingers stroked deep once more, and her world tilted, slinging her into ecstasy. Her orgasm slammed into her, and her hips bucked against his mouth. A keening cry escaped her. “Juan!” Orgasmic contractions swept through her belly and around his fingers.
Pulses continued until they gradually ebbed. She opened her eyes and gazed at Juan, who was smiling at her. Supreme gratification and lethargy filled her with complete relaxation. His fingers moved and her body pulsed around them.
He smiled. “Ready to go again?” He pushed his fingers deeper.
She moaned with pleasure as her body jerked. “I’ve never had such an intense release before. What did you do to me?” She smiled again.
He chuckled deep in his throat. “It’s you. You’re beautiful and passionate.”
“What about you? You haven’t found your release yet.” The tent in his jeans was obvious.
His fingers moved inside her again. “Do you want me inside your tight pussy?”
“Yes,” she hissed. “Do you have protection?”
“In my wallet.” Juan motioned to his pocket as he leaned his elbow on the sofa cushion, continuing to tease her wet, heated flesh.
“That’s something I’ve never done before…retrieve a condom while being pleasured,” she said.
Carefully, Juan moved with her. “Why interrupt pleasure, querida?”
She sat up and slipped one hand into his pocket, retrieving his wallet and taking one of the small foil packages from it as his erection leaped at her touch. He’d come well prepared. Her channel pulsed and gripped his fingers. She braced herself with her hands against the sofa.
He unfastened his jeans with his other hand. His cock escaped from the unfastened clothing. His erection appeared hard as steel, the smooth tip dripping pre-cum.
He took the condom from the packet and put it on.
“I’m about to explode,” he warned, his voice low and guttural.
She leaned back against the cushions.
Juan slid his fingers from her drenched channel through her wet folds to her clit, and back to her dripping opening. He watched the wet, pink tip of her tongue lick her upper lip as he stroked deep, in and out, finding her sweet spot as he did so. Her body bucked in response and she gasped. He slid his fingers down her smooth flesh between her butt cheeks to her small hole. She inhaled swiftly and held her breath, flattening one palm against his chest.
Juan stilled his fingers and met her startled-looking gaze. Had she ever had anal sex? “Have you had, or did you and your ex-husband ever give each other pleasure there?” Did she know what he meant? She seemed so inexperienced. He caressed her again, circling the tight ring with the pads of two fingers.
She gave a sharp nod. “He—I made him stop. He was too rough and quick about it. I didn’t like that.”
Hell. Just how rough had he been? “You might enjoy it when it’s done right. It can be an additional pleasure, if you’re game.”
She gave one slow nod. “Maybe, later.”
“Right now, I want to be inside your pussy.” He positioned his body between her thighs.
She closed her fingers around his stiffened cock and guided him toward her opening. He slid his fingers from her and supported his upper body above hers. As he slowly pushed the head of his erection inside her, he held her gaze. He could see by her expression that all her concentration was on their joining. She tilted her hips to ease his way deeper, and caressed every inch of him with her tight heat. With the sensation, a growl escaped him. “Oh, baby, that’s so good.”
“That’s amazing, Juan.”
When he was balls deep, he began to move. She spread her legs wider and tilted her hips, giving him more access. Their damp bodies melded. Her scent filled him. He lapped the salty dew of perspiration from between her breasts, took one warm nipple into his mouth and teased it until it hardened. Drawing the firm bud deeper, he suckled. Her pussy pulsed in response. He released her nipple and licked it as he moved deeper inside her slick heat.
When she raised her hips to meet his thrusts, he groaned and arched over her body. His gold wolf’s head pendant dangled between her breasts. He covered her mouth with his, parted her lips, and delved inside with his tongue. The musky aroma of their sex wafted around him as he breathed deeply. She stroked his tongue with hers and continued to tilt her hips up and down as he lunged deep inside her hot, snug pussy, again and again.
Her body grew rigid. She trembled. Her climax must be close. He broke the kiss and growled deep in his chest just as his own climax erupted. The pumping of his cock inside her triggered her orgasm. Her muscles squeezed his cock, milking him. A sharp cry came from her. She wrapped her silken arms around his shoulders, her s
atin legs around his hips, and hugged him tight. He groaned from their sweet joining. His climax went on as his cock pulsed over and over, prolonging his pleasure, caressing the inner walls of her velvet haven. She was the sweetest escape. Another growl was torn from deep in his chest.
At last, they both quieted. She rested beneath him, gently trailing her fingers over his back.
He supported his weight on his lower arms and met her gaze. “You’re amazing, querida. I wish we could stay like this for hours.”
“You’re pretty amazing, yourself.” She smiled at him, smoothing her hands over his shoulders.
His golden wolf reflected light on the gold chain around his neck. What would she think if she knew what he was?
Juan lifted himself up and off her, slowly sliding his cock from her hot, tight pussy. “I’ll be right back.” He rose to his feet, grabbed his shirt, and headed down the hall.
His feelings for Cindy hit him like a punch to his gut. He wanted to take her again, now. Would he ever get enough of her? His hunger for her was surprising. He wanted to spend tonight and every night in her company. He wanted to share so much of himself with her. Wanted to know more about her. He wanted to be able to tell her he was a werewolf and have her accept him in spite of his beast.
No good.
After his experience with Angie, how could he fall for another woman so easily? This relationship with Cindy was becoming too serious for his own peace of mind. He needed to take a step back and keep their relationship more playful and impersonal. If he could keep their sex play on an adventurous level, they would both be better off.
Maybe he could bring Derek into it and keep things on a strictly friendly basis that way. She might be up for a little sex involving both him and Derek. He’d ask her right now, before things got too serious.
Chapter Five
Cynthia heard the bathroom door close. The tattoo on his back was definitely a wolf’s head, and it was huge and beautiful. She’d have to ask him about it.