Accidental Lover (Wolven Moon Book 3)

by Dany Rae Miller

  I have no shame. I want him so badly. My head lolls back. I close my eyes, rock into his fingers.

  “Look at me, mi ninfa.”

  I open my eyes.

  “I’m going to make you come, again. And I want your eyes on mine the whole time.”

  I nod.

  Slowly, he turns his fingers in a circle inside.

  On a moan, my eyes close on their own.

  “Uh, uh.” He stops. “I want to see what you’re feeling.”

  “I can’t help it.” I whine, but open my eyes.

  “Yeah, you can,” he whispers.

  He jams two fingers inside, crooks them to hit my g-spot. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Wriggling against his hand, I nod fast, panting breaths out of my mouth, trying hard not to let my eyes close for too long.

  “Good girl. I’m going to lap you up now. Can I trust you to keep your eyes open while I devour your juicy pussy?”

  “Yes.” I groan, loving the dirty talk.

  Bending over, there’s no preparatory lick. He just sucks my clit into his mouth, rolls it with his tongue. The climax is instant and harder than the one I just had.

  “Victor.” I scream as the spasms radiate through my body endlessly.

  His fingers stay inside, his mouth kisses its way up my body to my mouth. I taste myself as he shoves his tongue around and through my lips.

  “I want you right now, right here. Stop me now if that’s a problem for you.” He laves giant licks on my breasts.

  Am I supposed to think coherent thoughts when he does that? Form words to answer something?

  “Cherie?” He stops everything, makes me look at him.

  “What?” I yell out, frustrated.

  “Tell me you’re mine or I stop.”

  “Don’t you dare stop.”

  He crooks his finger inside me, again.

  “Oooooh.” I groan.

  He groans and laughs. “Tell me you’re mine.” He growls.

  “I’m yours, Mr. Santana.” I shout.

  In one abrupt motion, he drops his pants and underwear around his ankles. On his tiptoes, he tries to enter me.

  “This fucking Hummer is too tall.”

  I giggle. “You don’t say?”

  He lifts me down, turns me around. “Bend over and brace your hands on seat, sweetness.”

  Fondling my bare butt, he moans. “What a beautiful ass.” From behind, he nips a cheek, slips a finger through the crack and inside me. “I haven’t taken you from behind yet. Do you think you’re okay with it?”

  “Yes.” I push back against his hand and mouth.

  “I’ll go slow to be sure.”

  He stands, lifts my hips a little and slowly slides his steel in.

  “Oh my god.” High and scratchy, I don’t even recognize my own voice.

  “Does that hurt you, honey?”

  “Mmmmm.” I moan. “It feels wonderful, Victor.”

  He rotates his pelvis, but otherwise holds still.

  “So glad, dream girl. I like making you feel wonderful. Your little mews and pants drive me nuts. Make me so fucking hard for you.”

  He runs his hands up my back, pulls my braids back.

  “Once I start moving in your soft velvet, I’m not going to be able to stop.” Gripping my braids with one hand, he reaches under us with the other to press and firmly rub my clit quickly.

  “I’m going to get you close, one more time. Then, I’m going fuck you hard and deep.”

  I know I sound like a crazed animal, but I can’t help it — and I don’t care. I growl and moan, call out his name. When I feel the first ripples of a third orgasm, he moves both his hands to my hips. Gripping me tight, he pulls out, glides in again once, slowly.

  “Only you do this to me.” He slides out and in a little faster, grunting. “You better hold on, mi ninfa.” He pounds me hard once as a warning.

  I grab onto the seat with both hands. I want him as wild as I am. “Fuck me, Mr. Santana,” I say breathlessly. At the same time, I push my butt up and out to him, clench my internal muscles around his hardness. That does it — that snaps his control.

  “Fuck,” he growls and rams me, deep and fast.

  It’s so hard and given that he outweighs me by a hundred pounds, at least, I lose my balance a little. He just squeezes my hips tighter, lifts me clear off the ground. The new angle has him punishing that magical spot full on. Once, twice, he hits it and I orgasm, a debilitating, world-rocking pleasure more intense than any of the others he’s given me.

  “Cherieeeeee.” His howl echoes through the mountain.

  Inside, I feel the force of his ejaculation, feel my muscles pump more of it. Finally, spent he lays his head on my back. The ecstasy for me, though, goes on and on.

  “Aw, sweetness.” He pants. He fingers my clit and I spasm lightly again.

  “Oh my god, Victor.”

  When the waves finally ease and stop, my limbs are jelly, my muscles totally exhausted. “That was the best ever.” I pant the words out between breathes.

  “Are you saying you like this position?” He breathes hard, sets my feet down, but my legs are useless. I want to collapse onto the leaves, pine needles and dirt.

  “I’m saying that I love that position.” He didn’t pass out this time, so my guess is that it’s not his.

  He chuckles. “And I love your honesty.”

  “I’m turning into a raging slut, huh?”

  “No. Damn it, girl. You know the definition of slut. You’re sensual, carnal, passionate, hedonistic —”

  “What?” I cut off his list of synonyms. I lift my head as much as I can. “Hedonistic?”

  “Aw yeah, heinously hedonistic. You’re a greedy little virgin lover.” He kisses all over my back, bites my butt. “And I love it.”

  He pulls out, lifts me from my bent position and loosens his grip on my hips. “Can you stand now?”

  “No way.” I lean back against him.

  Laughing, he says, “We better get out of here. If the county sheriff finds us, he’ll write us up for indecent exposure.”

  “Got experience with that, do you?” I don’t care for the little spurts of jealousy I’ve been feeling — here and now knowing he’s made love in the wilderness, and earlier when I pictured Jen in his kitchen.

  “No. This is my first wilderness tryst.”

  “Really?” I smile.

  He sighs in feigned disgust. “Who knew the virgin would be the bad influence?”

  I grin.

  Smiling, he reaches down for my jeans, puts my hands on them. “Button, Miss Overachiever.”

  While I do that, he pulls up his own pants. Once our bottoms are covered, he turns me around, kisses me tenderly, sweetly. It’s completely opposite of the ravenous sex we just had.

  “The sexy teddy is shredded.” He pulls at the tatters.

  “Sadly, you didn’t get to see the expensive thing in all its glory.” I sigh, buttoning my blouse over it.

  He lifts me into the seat. This time I don’t fight him as he buckles me in. After closing the door, he picks up his shirt, shakes what dirt he can out of it and puts it on as he walks around the back of the Hummer.

  While we drive back to The Avalon, Victor holds my hand. Every once in a while he lifts it to his lips and kisses my fingers.

  chapter thirty-seven

  DID THAT JUST happen? Did I just have incredible wild sex in the middle of the Sneffels Wilderness with Cherie?

  Fuck. She’s unabashedly carnal — a wildcat asking for what she wants, yet she’s sweetly elegant, moving like a graceful lioness even during hot and frenzied sex. The combination blows my mind, gets my cock interested yet again.

  I raise her hand to my mouth, kiss it.

  One thing is certain, whether she comes back or leaves me forever, I will never be the same after her. Never.

  My girl is completely gratified. She sinks into the cushy seat with a sigh. I love seeing her so relaxed. I rea
ch over and turn on the seat massage for her. With a little “oh,” she tilts a smile at me.

  “Luxury has it’s privileges.” I grin.

  “I guess.” She snuggles in deeper. I’m jealous of a fucking car seat.

  Back at the hotel, I park in the employee underground, turn off the engine. She whimpers when the seat shuts off.

  “Sorry, sweetness.” I smile. Helping her out, I wrap my arm around her, try to keep her warm as we take the staff elevator to three.

  “Are you sleepy?” I ask, unlocking my door.

  “Not really.” She sits down, attempts to heel her boots off. I help her with them.

  “Wait here,” she says with a teasing smile. She disappears into her room.

  While I wait, I take off my boots and the filthy shirt. On my iPod, I find a soft, but contemporary playlist this time. Just as I hit play, Cherie comes back wearing the tiniest little blue nightie, her face freshly washed, hair brushed out, spilling around her shoulders and down her back.

  “What do you think?” she says with a twirl. “I got this babydoll the same time I got the teddy.”

  Babydoll? Don’t care what it’s called, it’s hot.

  “I love it.” I pull her into my arms for a kiss.

  She tilts her head. “Which do you like more? This or what you saw of the teddy?”

  Cherie wants to please me. I smile. “I like whatever you wear.”

  She smirks. “That’s a politically correct non-answer.”

  “Truth?” I say.

  She nods.

  “I prefer you completely, utterly naked.” I kiss her, again.

  “Yes!” She does a little fist pump with her elbow at her side.

  “Glad you like my kissing.”

  She laughs. “I love your kissing.” She gives me a light peck. “I argued with Gabby about getting lingerie.” She does another little twirl for me. “She insists that lingerie is a must in a relationship. I said it isn’t. You” — she kisses me, again — “just came down on my side.”

  I grin. “I will always come down on your side. But I have to say that this little number is pretty sexy.” I billow the front of the light as a feather thing.

  She slides in closer, presses against me. “Yeah? As sexy as the stockings?”

  “Aren’t stockings lingerie?” I chuckle, kiss her — and move away. When we have sex again tonight, it’s going to be slow and tender lovemaking. First, I’ve got shit to say before she gets too tired.

  “No. That’s hosiery. Completely different department in any department store.” She smiles.

  I pour myself a bourbon. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

  “That would be wonderful. White please.”

  I open a one-serving bottle from the minibar, pour it in a glass for her. I sit in an easy chair, pull her down to sit on my lap.

  We sip our drinks. She fiddles with my hair, kisses on my neck. I lean into it, into her. Of course my cock reacts.

  “I’ve had an amazing time these last few days, Cherie.”

  She pulls back to look into my eyes. “So have I.”

  “I don’t want it stop. I’ve been walking on clouds most of the week and I like the feeling. I’m falling in love with you, mi ninfa.”

  She tries to escape my arms.

  “Uh, uh. Don’t run away. We need to have this conversation now just in case you take off to Santa Fe without waking me in the morning.”

  She looks away. I knew she was planning to do that.

  “Look at me, Cherie.”

  She sips her wine, but she won’t face me. I take both our glasses, set them on the table.

  “I said look at me.” I gently take her chin, force her to meet my eyes. “I fell hard and fast, dream girl. I’m in love with you. And if my gut is right, you’re falling for me, too.”

  “Don’t.” She wiggles free, stands. I keep ahold of her hand, though.

  “We went off like a rocket together. Like lightning blitzing across the sky, didn’t it?”

  I wait for a nod. She doesn’t give me one.

  “Don’t you think it went off fast, Cherie?”

  Finally, she nods.

  “If it’s too scary for you, say the word. I’ll back off, give you all the time you need, all the space you need, just please come back from Santa Fe.” I stand, pull her into my arms.

  “Victor.”

  I press a finger to her lips. “Let me finish. I won’t pressure you about a personal relationship. We’ll go at whatever speed you want. Or none.” I blow out a heavy breath. “You want to stop, I’ll stop. It’ll kill me. It’ll be hard as hell, but I’ll stop.”

  “Oh, like you did last night?” She raises her eyebrows.

  I sigh. “You got me there. It’s difficult to stay away from you. If I have a lapse in willpower, rat me out to Grandmother. She’ll whip my ass.”

  Cherie smiles at that. I sink a hand in her hair, kiss her.

  “Just fucking do your internship here, do the Fast Track Program at The Av. You and I both know that it is the better step for the kind of career you want. Do not destroy your well-made plans because you’re afraid. You’re far too smart to act out of fear.”

  Searching my eyes for a moment, she nods for me, again.

  “Hey. Did you just agree that you’re afraid of me?” I grin, trying to lighten the heavy mood.

  “No.” I get a small smile from her. “I just admitted that I’m smart.”

  Chuckling, I wrap my hand tighter around her silky blonde hair, caress the back of her head. “Are you afraid of me?”

  Blinking rapidly, her beautiful eyes fill with tears. She closes them, nods once. Big fat tears run down her cheeks.

  “Aw, sweetness.” I wipe the tears away, hating that she’s afraid of me, but loving that she finally admitted it. Now we can do something about it. “I will never knowingly hurt you. I’d die first.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you either, Victor.”

  I kiss her closed eyelids. “Then come back to me. Come back and stay. If you walk away now, trust that you’ll take my heart with you — wherever you go.”

  Still teary eyed, she opens her baby blues, stares at me with a head tilt. “You’re giving me too much power.”

  “Cherie, the power isn’t mine to give. It’s yours. From the second you accidentally became my lover, you started wrapping me around your little finger, or should I say your hot little body.” I smile, kiss her, loving her mouth with my tongue — deep, slow and thorough. Her tongue joins in softly drinking me in.

  I slide my hands under the gauzy nightie, rub her back, cup her ass as I nibble on her ears, throat and shoulders. She arches her neck giving me better access.

  I pull on the little bow under her tits that holds the nightie together. It floats apart. When I lower my head to close my lips around a peaked rosy nipple, she arches away from me.

  “No,” she says, lifting my head. “It’s my turn to lead.”

  I smile. “I’m all yours.”

  “Good. So you’ll let me practice sucking you, Mr. Santana?”

  Fuck, peaches. You just went from scared little girl to dirty talking vixen in three-point-five seconds.

  The top button undone already, she slides her hand under my jeans, carefully protecting my rapidly growing bulge as she pulls down the zipper all the while licking and biting at my lower lip. Her hands move back over my ass, pushing the pants down. I step out of them. Both of her soft little hands on my package, she cups my balls with one, rubs my hard cock through my briefs with the other.

  “Fuck.” I grind into her hand.

  Desperate to feel skin to skin, I make quick work of the underwear. Her hands find their way back on me, almost shyly touching and stroking.

  I bite my lip, controlling the desire to put my hand over hers, make her grip me hard, pump me faster.

  She kisses my chest, scraping pearly teeth on my nipples then laving them with licks. I moan, thrust my cock forward in her hand. Kissing down my abs, she kneels i
n front of me. One long lick up the side of my cock, across the tip and down the other side is all it takes for my legs to quiver.

  The hand on my balls squeezes gently. She’s afraid of hurting me. I smile, reach down, put my hand over hers to show her how firm she can be.

  It must turn her on when I teach her, because she moans as she takes my cock in her mouth.

  “Damn, Cherie. That feels amazing.” I resist the urge to shove myself deep down her throat. I don’t want to hurt her, or destroy her willingness to put her sweet lips around me.

  I’m thick, making her mouth open wider than I’m sure is comfortable. Still, she slides up and down as much of my length that she can, her velvety tongue lapping the underside.

  Her hand giving the right pressure to my balls, she tilts her head back and, like the first time she gave me head, attempts to deep throat me. No way is my long cock ever going to fit, but she gets blissfully close and while the head lies on the back of her tongue, she swallows.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Girl, where did you learn that?”

  With my cock firmly in her mouth, she smiles up at me before doing it, again. I feel a trickle of come leak out. One more time and I’m going to explode. Not wanting that to happen, I pull myself out of her mouth.

  Her blue eyes get wide. “Did I do it wrong?”

  “Hell, no. You did it much too right.” I bring her back to her feet. “I wasn’t going to last another second in your beautiful mouth.”

  That brings a smile back to her face. “And that’s a problem why?”

  “Because I want to make love.” I slant my mouth over hers, lick her lips. “Slow, sweet love.” Holding her arms so she can’t pull away this time, I trap a hard pink nipple under my tongue. Pressing firmly, I lave in a tight circle before sucking it hard into my mouth.

  “God, Victor. I love that.”

  I know.

  “So, you’re good with my plan?” I move to the other tit, do the same.

  “Mmmmm. Yes.”

  Pushing the nightie off her shoulders first, I lift her, gently lay her on the bed, take the opportunity to ogle her body. I shake my head no.

  “What?” She asks.

  “I just asked myself if I’ll ever get enough of you. I answered myself with a resounding ‘hell no’. Not ever.”