Adele, Claire - Guardian of His Soul [Wolves of West Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Claire Adele

  Backing away a couple steps, he unbuttoned his shirt. “Stay right there. This will only take me a minute.” He stripped off his shirt, unfastened his jeans, and removed his shoes.

  With his jeans gaping open as he worked, she saw that he wore nothing underneath. The idea of him being naked under his jeans was damn sexy. Just the thought caused her dripping-wet opening to ache even more. She was more than ready for him to slide inside her.

  He whisked off his jeans and tossed them on the floor with his shirt.

  His tattoo fit him. At times he acted like a feral wolf. She admired his muscular build. He was beautiful. She reached for him, wanting to touch his dark, tan skin. His amazingly sculpted chest and abs tapered to his lean, muscular belly. His cock rose high and hard, the skin glistening tight below the hood. As she stared, a drop of pre-cum rose from the little slit on the top of the smooth head. She wanted to spread it all over the tip of his cock and take him in her hand.

  If her rich friends discovered what she’d been doing with Juan, and especially with Juan and his friend, they’d be horrified. Might even turn their backs on her. Surely they didn’t approve of this sort of playing around, even if she was divorced. Hoping they would never find out, she reached for his hard penis.

  “Later, querida.” His voice came in a deep, soft purr. “You come first.” He smiled. “I want to taste you. Stand up on the side of the bed.”

  “How will I balance?”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll steady you.”

  Wanting to squeeze her thighs together after what he said he wanted her to do, she pushed herself up, gathered her feet beneath her, and slowly stood on her soft bed. What in the world did he have planned?

  He grasped her hips and held her facing him. “Spread your feet apart.”

  “What?” She had no idea how that would work, as wobbly as she was. “I can hardly keep my balance.”

  “Like this. Hold onto my shoulders.”

  He helped her move one foot and then the other as she gripped his broad, muscular shoulders. When he finished, her thighs spread wide apart. He moved in close and nuzzled her folds. She inhaled swiftly and squeezed his shoulders hard.

  “Your pussy is so soft.” His breath was warm and tickled her folds. He kissed her there, and his tongue delved to caress her clit.

  “Oh!” she cried. The sensation brought intense, aching need to her channel. Shivers shook her.

  He slipped his hands around her hips and held her snug to his hungry mouth. Nibbling and licking, he stroked between her folds with his wicked tongue. He parted her labia and pushed his tongue deeper, up and down.

  “Oh, my God! Juan, I’m going to collapse.”

  He let go of her, and she flopped down across her bed. He grinned and crawled after her, his knees on either side of her legs. “Scoot back, babe.”

  It didn’t leave her much room. She had to raise one bent leg slightly and push with the other against the bedding.

  “That’s the way.” He rolled on the condom he’d taken from his wallet.

  She wanted to climax. She’d been so close.

  “Stop right there. That’s perfect. Now spread your legs and bend your knees a little.”

  She did as he asked, and he helped her by supporting her legs with his hands. He lowered his head between her thighs. The touch of his tongue on her sensitive flesh made her hips buck. She gasped. Her muscles tensed.

  “Don’t move. I want to taste you again. I can’t get enough of your sweet little pussy.”

  Her nether lips pulsed and ached at his words. Liquid pooled there. His tongue tormented her as he licked and sucked her swollen flesh.

  “So beautiful, querida,” he rasped.

  She bucked when he teased her clit. Her limbs trembled from exertion. He stroked between her labia with his fingers, spreading her cream between the folds and around her clit. One large finger slid down lower to her sensitive opening and circled. He pushed his finger slowly inside a little way and stopped.

  “Juan! I’m going to come.”

  “Come then, baby.” He positioned the head of his hard cock between the lips of her opening and pushed inside. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Your pussy is so hot and wet. You feel so good squeezing my cock when I push inside you.”

  It felt like he pushed all the way to her womb. He moved in and out, slowly at first and then faster. Their hot, damp bodies seemed to melt together. His tight balls pressed against her. Her own flesh tightened with ever-increasing, aching sensations. Her back bowed, and she shook with the force of her body’s sensual possession. With a hard buck, she climaxed.

  “Dios.” Juan’s low growl next to her ear signaled her just as his stiffened cock ejaculated and pumped, his body arched over hers.

  Muscles deep inside her, around her womb, convulsed with a kick—harder than she’d ever felt before. The walls of her vagina milked his cock as their orgasms continued until she ached. Gradually, their bodies quieted until only little pulses stroked his cock, still hard within her.

  “My God, Juan. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  “Glad you felt it with me.” He smiled at her as he moved to his side with his arms around her.

  Supremely euphoric, she rested one leg on top of his, loving the feel of his damp, heated flesh against hers as he held her.

  After a while, she regained her strength and slid her leg up and down his, enjoying the warm, rough textures.

  “Want to play again?” he asked.

  She definitely wanted to. “Yes, I’d love to. My turn. I want to pleasure you.”

  “By all means, go for it. But first, I need another condom. There’s one in my wallet in my jeans pocket.”

  “I’ll get it.” She moved off of him and crossed the room to his pile of clothing. “Here it is, but you don’t need it yet. I’ll tell you when.” She handed him the wallet.

  He removed the foil packet. She didn’t plan to put the condom on him yet. He walked into the bathroom to dispose of the used condom. There was so much she’d never tried with her ex. She would enjoy having Juan teach her, but this time she’d handle things. His cock rose and stiffened even more as she watched him while he returned to her bed.

  “Are you game for something different?” She looked at him with raised eyebrows.

  “Always,” he said.

  “Okay. I think you’ll like this. Stretch out beside me.” She slipped on a thin latex glove she’d taken from her cosmetics drawer and opened the tube of lubricant she’d found in his jeans pocket.

  “What do you have in mind?” he asked, as he joined her.

  “You’ll find out in just a minute. Spread your legs.”

  He grinned at her. “I have a feeling this is going to be fantastic.”

  “Ready?” she whispered. Did he truly believe that? Or did he wonder if he’d agreed to something he might not like? She hoped she didn’t botch this.

  He’d opened his legs wide, and it was obvious that he was already aroused and would be happy to slide inside her. But she wanted to give him pleasure first. “Grab hold of the top of the headboard.”

  “Whatever you want, chica.” He smiled at her, raised his hands and gripped the top edge.

  His muscles clenched. “Don’t let go,” she warned. She took his erection in her hand and felt his immediate reaction. Seemingly with a life of its own, his hard cock surged and hardened even more within her grip. A drop of pre-cum gathered at the slit on the swollen, darkened head. She lowered her upper body and licked the satin-smooth skin stretched taut over his erection. She stroked from the base to the hood. Circling the ridge, she listened to his deep moan of pleasure and tasted the glistening drop of cum on top. With her other hand, she squeezed some of the lubricant onto her fingers, slid her fingers behind his balls, and found the tight ring of his anus.

  “Cindy,” he growled. “Dios mio.”

  His body writhed, and she circled the small hole with the pads of two finge
rs, spreading the lubricant over his puckered flesh. His hips bucked, and his back arched. She must be doing something right. “Does that feel good? Do you like it?”

  “Fuck, Cindy, what you’re doing to me.” His eyes darkened with his pleasure and obvious need. His hands gripped the headboard harder, slanting it a little away from the wall.

  “Don’t let go of the headboard,” she ordered. “I’m not finished with you.”

  He groaned again, sounding almost tormented. She stroked his tight flesh again, making sure he was well lubricated. Pressing one finger into the entrance, she slowly worked the tip of her finger inside his tight ring.

  “God, Cindy.”

  Smiling to herself, she slid her finger inside a little further. Watching his face for any sign of discomfort, she stroked the flesh just inside. She’d heard there was a sweet spot that heightened pleasure for men. Sliding her finger in and out as his groans increased in volume, she gently searched for that certain place that would bring him unimaginable ecstasy. She felt his muscles clench and took his long, thick cock into her mouth, deeper, swirled her tongue around him.

  “Cindy!” he shouted. “Dios!” He climaxed, his body rippling like a whipcord with the slamming waves of his orgasm.

  She swallowed his spurting cum, swirling her tongue around his pumping cock and licking him. Moving her head up and down over the length of him, she laved him with long strokes of her tongue.

  “Dios, querida. Never have I experienced anything so fuckin’ sexy before.”

  She released his cock and slid her finger from him, caressing the sensitive flesh as she did so. She peeled off the latex glove and tossed it into the waste basket beneath her dresser.

  “Come here, baby.” He held his arms out to embrace her.

  She crawled to his side, and he wrapped her close in his hard-muscled arms, covered her mouth with his. He delved deep with his tongue, ravaging her mouth with his almost feral hunger.

  She slipped one hand across his chest, loving the warm, solid feel of him, his lean muscles and hard torso.

  “Did you enjoy making me come like that?” he asked, grinning at her.

  “Yes. I thoroughly loved it.” She smiled at him, careful to hide her feeling of satisfied mischief.

  “It’s late,” he said. “You need your sleep.”

  “Can you stay? I’d like you to stay with me tonight if you can.”

  “Querida, I’d love to stay with you.” He hugged her tight, smoothing his hands over her waist and breasts. He wished they could be together all the time, but he was pretty sure she wouldn’t want him there if she knew what he was.

  And he didn’t know how he was ever going to be able to give her up.

  Dios. What had he done?

  Chapter Eight

  The following morning, Juan headed out to his car after the delicious breakfast Cindy cooked him. He’d been tempted to spend more time with her this morning, but he needed to find Derek. They had to stay on this case until all of the Hawks were put in jail.

  Something flickered on the outside of his car’s windshield. He reached his car and leaned across the hood to grab the paper tucked under the wiper. What the hell?

  A scrawled message in black ink covered the sheet of paper. “Stay the fuckin’ hell out of our business or you and your lady will disappear.”

  Shit. The Hawks knew where Cindy lived. They’d obviously recognized his car parked in front of her home. He crumpled the paper.

  He’d been an idiot to make such a mistake. Now Cindy was in serious danger. He needed to warn her. Turning toward her home, he crossed the distance to her front door in several long strides.

  Cindy opened the door before he grabbed the handle.

  “We’ve got a problem, babe.”

  “What’s the matter?” Her eyes darkened with her concern.

  Juan crushed the crumpled paper in his fist. “The Hawks threatened us in this note they left on my car. I’m sorry I’ve brought this on you. Is there some place you can go, family you can stay with until it’s over?”

  “No one close by.” She put her fists on her hips. “And I wouldn’t run scared from those goons if there was. They’re not going to chase me from my home.”

  “Querida, this is serious.”

  She shook her head at him.

  Damn. He had to convince her. “The Hawks mean what they say. They’ve killed before, and they wouldn’t hesitate to again. You’re not safe living alone, and you may not be safe with me around. You’ve got to be more careful. Is there a friend you could move in with for a while?”

  “No. But you could move in with me. At least until that gang is behind bars. Unless you don’t want to.”

  Her doubt tore at him. “No, querida. I want to be with you. I’m just not sure that’s the best solution for you. I hate that I’ve endangered you.”

  “No, you haven’t. It was my choice to help you that night, and it’s my choice to have you in my home. No one is going to run my life ever again.”

  “Babe, even if I move in with you, I can’t be with you twenty-four-seven. Promise me you’ll be more careful when you leave your house.”

  “I promise, but I won’t quit working on my projects for the homeless because of the Hawks’ threats.” The look on her face was pure female stubbornness.

  She had as much backbone as his aunt had had. The Hawks had killed his aunt. His hand grasped the wolf’s head pendant his aunt had given him. How could he protect Cindy?

  “When you’re home, keep all the doors and windows locked. Don’t answer the door for anyone you don’t know. When you go out, keep your car doors locked. Don’t get in or out of the car before you check your surroundings for any suspicious vehicles or people. If you see something or someone suspicious, call me immediately and stay inside.”

  She nodded.

  He released the breath he’d been holding. She slipped her arms around his waist and hugged him. “I’ve got to meet with Derek now. Lock the door behind me, and remember what I’ve said.”

  “I’ll be fine.” She smiled at him. “Don’t worry about me. Take care of yourself. See you tonight?”

  “See you tonight if not before.” She tilted her head and pursed her lips for a kiss. He covered her mouth with his, wishing he could forget everything, especially the damn Hawks. Wishing he could stay with her forever.

  * * * *

  After waving good-bye to her friend, Darlene, who helped with collecting clothing, Cynthia crossed the walk to her car. Another load of clothes for the homeless filled the back of the vehicle to the roof. She needed to return home now, sort through the bundles, and fill boxes according to size and gender.

  She pressed the unlock button on her car key and opened the door, settling in the front seat. As she reached to put her key in the ignition, the passenger door opened. Who in the world—?

  A vaguely familiar Hispanic man wearing a dark suit and dark glasses pointed a gun at her. My god!

  “Don’t move, lady, or I’ll shoot.” He slid onto the passenger seat, never taking the muzzle of the gun he aimed, or his eyes, from her.

  She reached for her door handle.

  “Stop, or I’ll shoot.”

  Cynthia stopped and looked at him. His mouth was a straight slash across a scarred face. He’d been in plenty of fights. He reeked of cigar smoke. “What do you want? If my friends see you in my car, they’ll call the police.”

  “You’d better pray they don’t, or I’ll snuff you in a second and take care of them afterward. Now drive up the street to the mansion at the end nearest the mountain. Drive into the driveway. Don’t try anything. I’ve got my gun on you.”

  Quaking with fear and dread, she started the car and backed out of Darlene’s driveway. She hoped her friend had noticed the man get into her car. Maybe she’d call the police if she had.

  She drove up the street toward the house at the end, slowly.

  “At the end of the driveway there are places to park. Park your car nearest the hous
e.”

  She had a sick feeling in her stomach. This couldn’t be good for her or her friends, including Juan. The parking area was hidden from the neighbors but obviously visible from the street.

  This was a trap for Juan. She had a feeling this man was one of the Hawks. He looked vaguely like one of the goons who had beaten Juan that night in front of her neighbor’s house. She bet they intended to lure Juan here using her as bait. Somehow, she had to escape before they could do that.

  “Turn off your car and get out.” He held the gun pointed at her.

  There was nothing she could do but follow his orders for now. She left her keys in the ignition of her car. Another goon headed toward her from the house. If she tried to run, they’d catch her. She must wait for a better chance.

  “This way.” The man with the gun grabbed her arm and pulled her along with him toward the house. The second man walked at her other side. He opened the side door of the house.

  When they entered, cigar smoke assailed her. The two men ushered her into a small room with a desk and chairs. Strong men’s cologne mixed with the smoke and made her queasy. The man behind the desk picked up a phone.

  “Our newest guest has arrived. Come and get her.”

  So they had planned this. They’d watched her and made their move. What did they intend to do with her?

  A tall, blonde woman with straight hair hanging below her shoulders entered the office. Older than Cynthia, she wore plain clothing consisting of a cotton shirt, buttoned up the front, and slacks, both in shades of brown like her flats.

  “Come with me,” she said.

  Cynthia had no choice at this point but to do as the woman said.

  She was escorted to another room nearby. A massage table stood in the center of the room. Evidently, cigar smoke permeated every room.

  The woman took a photo album from the drawer of a bureau across the room under a window. Metal bars caged the outside of the window, with no visible way to open them.

  “Look through this and tell me if you have any questions.”

  Cynthia took the notebook and opened it. At first she couldn’t focus, but when she finally made sense of the photos, she couldn’t believe what she saw. Along with pictures of a young woman massaging a half naked man reclining on a massage table, there were photos of sex acts between a man and the same woman.