by CJ Ellisson
“Yes, more,” she pleaded. The coiling tension inside her was near its breaking point, and she needed him to fuck her harder.
He quickened his thrusts until she could no longer speak and all her focus was to topple into orgasm. Trent stopped, and she growled.
“What the hell are you doing?” She was going to kill him.
The bastard just grinned and got on his knees. Still deep inside her, he lifted her off the bed and draped her legs to either side of him. He sat back on his heels and chuckled.
“Relax, you’ll be calling me god again in about a minute. I’ll take it in English or Spanish, your choice.”
Erica curled her hands around his neck and dug her nails into the back of his head. His hands held her by the waist, and he lifted and then ground her over his cock. She whimpered at the new sensation of him filling her even deeper. Holding on tight, she rocked her hips on him and moaned with every wave of her body.
“Oh, my—” Her breath hitched.
“That’s it, love. Ride me.” He encouraged and pushed her to move faster over him.
Her movements quickened to an almost-uncoordinated pace. She felt his lips over her neck, licking, sucking, and driving her arousal through the roof. He slipped a hand between her legs and pressed on her clit, flicking it with his thumb. She arched her back, her entire body shook, and an electric shiver ran up her spine. The tension inside her snapped.
“Oh, God!” The ragged scream tore from her throat.
Trent continued to rock her over him, adding to the sensational feelings going through her. He sucked on her shoulder, licking circles around her neck bend. While her body trembled from inside after that amazing orgasm, he licked her, nibbling on her sweaty flesh. He continued to rock her; his fingers dug into her hips, gripping her skin. Seconds later he ground her down, hard. Her pussy fluttered around his cock, and he bit down on her shoulder, groaning. He hugged her tightly to him and shook.
They fell on their sides, both gulping for much-needed oxygen. He pulled her to him until she was lying half draped over him. His hand caressed the curve of her ass, and he kissed the top of her head. Erica didn’t know what to make of the flood of emotions going through her. She was so confused. Trent was a womanizer; she knew that. And yet here she was feeling things that weren’t going to lead anywhere. They had to work together, and she didn’t see how he could be trusted for anything more than casual dating.
She’d seen too much in her life to depend on a particular person. The school of hard knocks—aka first hand experience—rivaled any Ivy League degree. There was no way in hell she’d give in to any kind of emotional pull. The last train wreck she called a relationship had ended when the accountant she’d been dating told her she needed to see a shrink. She screamed while she slept and refused to open up to him. Yeah, open up and get ridiculed like she had all her life? “You see dead people, Erica. You’re such a freak.” She’d broken it off with him, just like she did with every other ex who had attempted to get inside her head or her heart.
Lifting her face, she peered up at Trent with curiosity. He was giving her that soft look again, and it freaked her out. She tried to think of something to say to break the tension mounting in her shoulders.
“I never thought I’d see the day,” he said, his chest still rising and falling with each quick intake of air.
“Huh?” What in the world was he talking about?
“I can’t believe I was able to make you lose your tongue. This has got to be some kind of miracle. Maybe I should call in a priest in here to witness.”
She sat up and poked him in the chest. “I did not lose my tongue. And I don’t want anyone witnessing what we just did, but I’ll have you know I was just thinking of a way to rate your performance.”
“That good?” He winked and tugged her body up, sliding over his, until their faces were inches from each other.
“It was…” She gave a haughty sniff, hoping he’d take her next word as a challenge. A definite challenge to fuck her again with the same bone-melting perfection he’d used before. “Adequate.”
He observed her for what felt like an eternity. Arousal gathered inside her into a winding knot. She glanced down at the sexy scar on his lip and licked her lips.
“What did you say?” His low, rough tone sent moisture straight to her still-throbbing pussy.
“I—” She gulped. He caressed her back, moving his hands to run circles over the sides of her hips. The erection that had been lying dormant suddenly thickened to create a steel pole poking her under her mound. “I said it was adequate.”
One minute she was looking into Trent’s intense eyes, and the next she was on her stomach, ass up and face down in the covers. What the hell? She went to lift her head but stopped when he barked, “Don’t move.”
He trailed his hands slowly down her spine, over the curve of her ass, squeezing and groping her cheeks.
“So sexy.” He groaned seconds before she felt his lips kissing the round globes. “So tasty.” His deep voice rumbled over her hole.
Her breath abated, and she fisted the sheets in a tight grip, waiting. For what? She didn’t know. She only knew that whatever he did, she would enjoy.
He licked the line that ran down her crack until he reached her slit and then back up.
“So hot. So mine.” A graze of his teeth had her squirming in his hold. “Don’t move. I want to eat you every way possible.”
Her pussy throbbed, and moisture dripped from her sex. The feel of the bedding on her nipples made her groan and rub her sensitive tips on the sheets. Trent continued to lick, kiss, and bite her ass. When he licked his way from her puckering hole down to her wet slit again, she groaned loudly.
“Please...”
Arousal melted away any questions. She turned her head slightly and peered over her shoulder. Trent lifted back to a kneeling position, grabbed her hip with one hand, and guided his cock to her opening. He didn’t hesitate and drove right into her pussy in one quick slide. Her breath hissed out while her pelvic muscles squeezed around him. They watched each other, breaths huffing, bodies burning with need. Desire curled around them in a thick blanket. The scent was so potent she wanted to bottle it and keep it forever. Her body roared in satisfaction when he withdrew and thrust back in, all the while watching her.
“Since that last one was only adequate maybe I can do something to make it better.”
He slammed into her harder. She whimpered, loving every stroke of his cock inside her. The death grip she had on the sheets was the only thing holding her anchored. She dropped her face into the bedding and held on while he pounded her with each thrust. The fire in her womb roared to an inferno with each of his drives into her pussy.
“Harder,” she ordered, only for him to slam right into her so far, fast, and rough her ass lifted off the bed. If he hadn’t had such a tight grip on her hips she would’ve bashed her forehead on the headboard
“Oh, god. More.”
She whimpered and propelled her ass back with each thrust of his cock back into her, making him reach deeper than she thought possible.
“Like that?” he asked and turned up the speed of his movements, jackhammering her with his cock. The mattress’s squeaking sounded louder and louder, until she was sure everyone in the entire motel could hear them. Not that she cared. Right now the place could fall down around her and she wouldn’t stop.
“Si. Fuck me faster.”
His chuckle came at the same time he increased his tempo. The speed of his thrusts made it difficult for her to do anything other than try to catch her breath. Her pussy screamed for the orgasm that was just out of reach. Trent reached between her legs and rubbed her pleasure nub while continuing his wild slides in and out. The heat of his body caressed her spine. He kissed the back of her right shoulder, licking her skin with sensuous flicks.
“You’re mine, Erica.” He growled by her ear; his deep voice sent pricks of lust straight to her core.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Mine!” He growled and fucked her harder.
“Oh… Yes!” She choked on a scream when she came. A rushing tidal wave of ecstasy coursed through her body. Her pussy clenched around Trent’s cock in an iron grip.
Seconds later she heard him groan. He bit down on her shoulder, hard. His fingers dug into her hips while he ground his cock into her pussy and tensed. He jerked into her repeatedly. She’d swear his cock thickened inside her, and warm semen filled her womb. The biting combined with his jerks into her swollen sex sent mini-orgasms whooshing through her. They ended up right back where they started, on their sides panting for air.
“Well?” He was out of breath.
“Goddamn. I didn’t know you’d bite.”
“Sorry. I—”
“Don’t apologize. I must have more issues than I realize, because I liked it.”
He laughed and kissed her shoulder. The kisses started feeling like licks after a moment. “So what did you think this time?”
“Okay, I can’t lie. That was better than adequate…it was good.”
She laughed when he squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. Damn. If she wasn’t so exhausted she’d totally continue their game. However, sleep decided to claim her, and she found herself doing something she hadn’t done in a long time: allowing a man to snuggle and hold her while she fell asleep.
Chapter Six
Trent knew the moment Erica fell asleep. Her body leaned back into his and softened under his hands. His cock, which seemed to feel right at home in the curve of her ass, lifted up with interest. He tried to will his erection away, but the fact was her sexy curves made him so hard he wanted to fuck her until he couldn’t move a muscle. And that bossy attitude when she told him to fuck her harder? That just added to her overall perfection.
He wondered what his mom and sisters would think when they met her. And they would meet her. She was his mate. His woman. There was just no way they could have a relationship without his family finding a way to bring her into their bosom. Long-term with Erica? Yes. Both he and his wolf had known from the moment he had met her that she was special, that she was his. He had been willing to wait, but he didn’t think her level of hesitancy would run this deep. It was time to step up his game and show her they were perfect for each other. She might be wary of his past, but she’d come around.
There was a knock at the door. He didn’t want to wake up Erica. She was so exhausted she didn’t even stir when a second knock sounded. He stood, dressed, and covered her with a sheet. She snuggled into the thin blanket and sighed. He checked the air conditioning unit so she wouldn’t sweat while she slept.
When he opened the door, Brock was at the other side of the threshold.
“We need to talk.” Brock didn’t frown; he glared at Trent as if he’d committed a crime. He motioned for Trent to follow him outside. Trent glanced at Erica’s sleeping form and quietly shut the door behind him.
“What’s going on?” Trent knew he sounded brusque, but he couldn’t help the jealousy he felt over Erica trusting Brock more than him.
Brock marched to the other end of the motel, where a small diner was located. Trent trailed behind him. Once inside they slid into opposite sides of a booth; the plastic cushions squealed when they sat. The place was empty even though it was early evening, and only one plump, middle-aged waitress stood behind the counter. She smiled flirtatiously, unaware some of the red lipstick had stained her teeth.
The waitress walked over to their booth and handed them laminated menus.
“What can I get you to drink, boys?” She bent forward to place filled glasses of water on the table.
“I’ll have coffee, please.” Brock examined the menu.
“Make that two.”
The waitress took off. Brock put the plastic menu down and gave him a look like he wanted to beat the shit out of him.
“I’m guessing you finally got into Erica’s pants?”
Anger made Trent grind his teeth. “That’s none of your business.”
“Actually, it is.”
Before Trent had a chance to reply, the waitress brought their coffee.
“Have you boys decided what you’d like to eat?” She smiled at Brock and then winked at Trent. The way she spoke made the word “eat” sound like something dirty, and not in the good sense.
Brock handed her the menu. “I’ll have a cheeseburger with fries. No pickles. And a soda.”
Trent nodded. “I’ll take the same, but make mine a bacon cheeseburger.” He needed to remember to bring something back for Erica to eat. He’d order her food after they finished. No sense in bringing back cold food.
“Look, Trent, Erica is special.”
Brock used his first name—something he never did. He then dumped enough sugar in his coffee to make any kid bounce off the walls. He added cream and started to stir, frowning.
“I know that. She’s mine.” Trent said.
“She’s yours?” He stopped and stared at him for a moment. Trent knew his words conveyed the message of how serious he was for Erica. “It’s gone there, huh?”
Trent added two sugars and some cream to his coffee and locked on to Brock’s face.
Brock took a sip of his coffee and sighed. “I hate driving this far without caffeine. I don’t think you realize just how special Erica truly is—”
“Look…” Trent tried to hold his temper since Brock was still his boss. “I know she sees things about victims and the toll it takes on her—” He stopped when Brock shook his head.
“I knew you’d either figure that one out or she’d tell you about it. That’s not what I’m referring to as special. She’s very important to me.”
Trent ground his teeth and bit back an oath. His wolf pushed at the skin. “How important?”
Brock shook his head. “She’s like my sister, jackass.”
“Oh.” His jealousy disappeared. “So what do you mean?”
“Erica is a very important part of our group, yes, but she’s also very independent and self-controlled.”
Trent ignored his cup, his interest now fully on what Brock said. “I know that. She’s made it clear in all the time we’ve worked together that she doesn’t depend on anyone.”
“Do you know why?”
The waitress came back with their food just then.
She put the plates and drinks in front of each of them and curled a hand on her hip. “If either of you need anything else, I’ll be right over by the counter. Just wave and I’ll come right over.”
She sauntered off, wiggling her butt. Trent couldn’t help it. This time he did chuckle. He glanced back at Brock to find him grinning and getting ready to eat.
“No. I don’t know why, but I’m assuming it’s got something to do with her past.” Trent put fries, ketchup, and mayo on his burger and then added the top bun. He put the massive burger straight into his mouth and took a large bite. Damn, that was a good burger. Probably made better by the fact he’d worked himself into hunger devouring Erica’s sexy body.
“OK, I’m going to give you a summary so you’re not caught unawares, which I have a feeling might happen. Erica was abandoned by her mother into the court system.”
Trent was about to take another bite but stopped, shocked by what Brock had said. “What do you mean she was abandoned?”
Brock sipped on his drink before answering. “Exactly what I said. Her mother was freaked out that her little girl kept telling her about crimes people had committed and told the court system she couldn’t handle a crazy kid. So Erica went into the foster care system.”
Trent sat immobile. He couldn’t believe a mother would do that to her child. “How old was she?”
“Four,” Brock answered, popping a fry into his mouth.
Good lord. Could a woman really do that? A mother? It didn’t seem possible to him. His mom had been both mother and father to five unruly children, but she’d never lost her patience with them. And he knew they’d done enough stuff to make a
saint drop his halo and kick their asses. His father had been Alpha of their pack, but when he was killed his mother took him and his sisters and moved away. She had been unwilling to let anyone in the pack tell her what to do. She raised them among the humans. So Trent didn’t see how Erica’s mother could have actually given up her daughter. Trent lost interest in his food.
“What happened then?”
Brock swallowed what he’d been chewing before answering. “She went through a slew of foster homes until she was about fifteen. That’s when her last foster parents had her committed.”
“Wait, what? What do you mean they had her committed?” His voice rose in anger. Erica was not crazy.
Brock nodded. “Yeah. She told the foster mother that the foster dad had raped a girl who had previously stayed with them and was later found dead. Erica had found the girl’s bracelet, and when she touched it she saw what he did. It created a mess for Erica.”
Trent could only imagine how alone she must’ve felt when she told the truth and was labeled a liar and crazy. His stomach clenched, and the urge to go over to the room where she sleeping and hold her struck him. He never wanted her to feel alone again. He looked up and saw Brock eat the last of his burger. “What happened after that?”
“Well she was in a hospital for a little while. They did all kinds of tests, and Erica realized she needed to keep her mouth shut in order to be set free. Once they found out she really wasn’t crazy, they sent her to a group home. But by then she’d enrolled in an early college program. One thing she’d never done, even with all the things she was going through, was let her grades slip. She was accepted into a criminal justice program and went off with a full scholarship. That’s when her life really started.”
Trent could sense a hidden message in there. “But?”
“But she learned not to trust anyone. When she came to the academy she was always alone, but she has a deep connection to the crime victims in a way no one else has. And from that, she could understand things about the perpetrator that no other evidence could show us. I created a new unit, a special unit, and wanted her. She was the only person who could do what she does. She sees the crime as it happened. She sees the killer.”