Accidental Lover (Wolven Moon Book 3)

by Dany Rae Miller

  She giggles. “That’s such a cheesy line.”

  I chuckle, too. “Cheesy, but true in this case.” I kiss her lips. “I’ll never get enough of your lush mouth.” I nuzzle her neck. “Your so soft skin.” I kiss a tit. “Your perfect breasts.” I slide a hand across her belly, touch her through the panties. “Your sweet juices that flow so readily for me.”

  Carefully, I slide the panties that match her nightie down and off. Getting into bed next to her, I turn her on her side — facing me. I caress her arm and her back. I rain kisses all over her face.

  She cups my face with both of her hands, kisses my lips. The tender look in her blue eyes reassures me. She doesn’t have say it or even admit it to herself yet. I see it.

  I claim her mouth. My tongue delves inside, strokes slowly. Sighing softly, she kisses me back, arches for me when I move to her neck, down to her shoulder, finally arriving at her go-buttons.

  Loving on her nipples for a solid five minutes, I scoot lower, bite her inner thighs lightly then lick to sooth the little nip.

  She whimpers in anticipation, waiting for me to touch her sensitive bud. If I were a completely selfish bastard, I’d keep teasing her all night, keep her up until dawn, get as full from her as I can before she leaves.

  But I give her what she wants, exquisitely slow, loving on her clit and channel with my tongue.

  “Ooooh, that’s so good,” she whispers, saying it as slow as I’m licking her.

  After a few minutes enjoying her sweet mewls of pleasure, I speed up a little, vibrating my tongue on her clit while I finger fuck her. When I stroke her g-spot, she fists the comforter, lifts her ass right off the bed. I grip her hips, hold her down, suck her clit into my mouth — massage it gently with my tongue the way she likes.

  “Victor, Victor, Victor.” She purrs my name over and over.

  Fuck. Peaches, come for me.

  She does with my name on her lips and my tongue catching every drop.

  I don’t wait for the spasms to ease. I slide up and into her.

  “Aw, sweet Cherie, this is were I belong.” I hitch her legs over my hips, sit back on my heels and pull her ass onto my thighs.

  “Buried right in here, sweetness.” I pump slow, but steady into her tight heat. When I feel myself getting close, I stop, rotate my pelvis. “So hot.” I thumb her clit that’s so nicely displayed for me in this position, stopping when I feel her getting close.

  She whines.

  I chuckle.

  “You’re so mean.” She pouts.

  “Think you can do better?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe.”

  “You did pretty well riding me in the gondola.”

  Her eyes light up. She wants to ride me. Without pulling out of her, I lift her to a sitting position on my lap. I wrap my arms around her, kiss her before I rollover, maneuvering us until she’s on top.

  She hasn’t forgotten the riding lesson. Right away, she sits up, rocks and rolls her hips, driving me nuts.

  “Yeah, just like that.” It takes everything I have not to come. I press my thumb to her clit, vibrate it. “Come for me, dream girl.”

  She does. Throwing her head back, that silky hair grazes my thighs as her muscles massage the hell out of my cock. I hiss through clenched teeth. This was a bad idea. I’m so fucking close. I still her hips. Don’t want to ruin her climax, but I want to keep going.

  I watch her face as she rolls through the bliss and comes down from the high. She smiles at me, resumes her rocking. Gripping her hips again, I make her stop.

  “Why are you fighting it, Victor? Don’t you want to orgasm?”

  I smile at her. “Not yet. Maybe at three in the morning.”

  She giggles. “Well, I’m in control here and I’m going to make you come right now.”

  “Oh really?” I grip her hips firmer, raise an eyebrow. She can’t fucking move. But, damn almighty, she can work those amazing internal muscles. Once, she ripples them down my cock just once, and I start to spill.

  “Fuck.” With no choice, I lift her hips, pound into her two or three times, exploding as I do.

  Little vixen bites her bottom lip, grins as she watches my face. I stare right back into her beautiful eyes, let her see what she does to me.

  “Oh, Cherie.”

  Over and over, she tightens and ripples those wicked muscles, milking all of me.

  With nothing left, I press my head back into the pillow, gasping for oxygen.

  “You were saying?” She traces my lips with a finger.

  I pant out a laugh. “You got the power.”

  Grinning, she leans down to lightly kiss my mouth before laying her head on my chest. I stroke her hair, enjoying, lingering.

  After a few minutes, my girl starts going soft in my arms. I bring her hand to my mouth, kiss it.

  “Hey, peaches?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “Wake me before you get out of this bed in the morning.”

  “Okay.”

  “Promise?”

  “Yes. I promise,” she whispers.

  Holding her on top of me, I yank the comforter out from under me, put it over us. Reach over to turn off the music and the light.

  “Good night, Cherie.”

  She kisses my chest. I pull her hair off her face, caress her back and ass. I want her to say the words, I love you. For now, I’ll settle for falling asleep still buried inside mi ninfa.

  chapter thirty-eight

  WHEN DID VICTOR move my nightlight to his room? He plugged it into the socket closest to the connecting door. He’s so damn thoughtful.

  Head on my pillow, I stay still and stare at him. The audacious smile, complete with sexy creases, is his natural facial expression — even in sleep. I kiss the crease closest to me. He stirs a bit.

  Twisting to reach it on the nightstand, I lift my phone. It’s ten till five. I promised to wake him, but it’s so early. I could go to the gym, run for forty minutes and wake him after I work out.

  I lift my leg that’s draped over his. His hand clamps down on it to keep me from moving it. I look at his face. His eyes are mere slits, but they’re open.

  “You were going to leave,” he whispers.

  “Just to the gym.” I kiss his crease again. “I would have woken you after.”

  “You don’t follow instructions very well.” He kisses me on my nose.

  I grin. “Are you going to fire me?”

  He lifts my leg enough to let him slide down to lay his head on my chest. “Probation.” Snaking out his tongue, he lightly licks my nipple.

  God, I’m a goner the second he touches one of my nipples. Every time. He knows it, too, and he does it again.

  I arch into him, wanting him to take it in his mouth.

  “I want to make love to you one more time before you go,” he whispers.

  “We’ve both got morning breath,” I say, running my tongue over my nasty teeth.

  “I don’t think your tits care.” He wraps his mouth around the nipple, but doesn’t suck it in, just laps his tongue all around it.

  I moan at the delicious sensation shooting straight to the apex of my thighs.

  “Do you, sweet little nubbins?” He moves his head to the other nipple and does the same.

  “Nubbins?” I laugh.

  “Mmmmm, hmmm. Sweet nubbins.” He kisses up my chest to nuzzle my neck, pulls up to be on top of me and thrusts into me all in one fell swoop.

  I’m a little tender and tense at the sudden invasion.

  “Oh, peaches. I’m sorry.” Pushing up on his arms, he pulls mostly out. “I forget sometimes how virginal you are.”

  “It’s not that. It’s from kegeling you last night.”

  “Kegeling?” He scrunches his eyebrows.

  “Hah.” I smile. “I know something about sex you don’t.”

  “Because you’re an overachiever.” He bites my earlobe. “Tell me what kegeling is.”

  “When I squeezed you? Made you come? That’s kegeling. I ov
er worked it, though. Those muscles are sore.”

  “Ah ha. Serves you right, you little vixen virgin.”

  I laugh. “How long are you going to call me virgin?”

  “Forever.” He kisses my throat, nibbles my earlobe and begins moving inside me slowly. “You’re my virgin. Aren’t you?”

  When I don’t answer, he stops moving. Fine. I’ll do the moving. I lift my hips. He holds me down.

  “Tell me, Cherie. Tell me you’re my virgin.”

  “Uh, huh,” I whisper.

  “Uh, huh, what?” He says, changing his angle slightly, circling his pelvis.

  I hiss at his contact with that magical spot. “Oh, god. I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m your virgin.”

  He grins. “Does it still hurt?”

  “Not at all.” I rock my hips up to him.

  Plunging in earnest at this angle, he makes me orgasm right away. His climax is right behind mine. Such a wonderful way to start the day. Maybe I will come back from Santa Fe.

  We catch our breath and relax for a few minutes. When Victor finally let’s me go, I brush my teeth, put on workout gear and head for the gym.

  An hour later, I’m showered and dressed, trying to decide what to take to Santa Fe and what to move to Gabs’ condo. It’d be easier if I knew whether I was coming back or not. In the end, I decide to take just one carry-on sized bag.

  Victor brings me coffee, and wheels in a bellhop cart, his stuff all packed and loaded on it, into my room.

  “Wow. You packed fast.”

  “Experience.” He grins. “Whatever needs to go to Gabby’s, put on here. I’ll take it over for you.” He sips coffee.

  “You don’t have to do that. Jesse and I can drop it off on our way out of town.”

  “It makes sense to haul it all at once. It’ll give me time to make sure you have a nourishing breakfast.”

  “Okay, Mom.” I tease him. I wonder why he’s being so sweet, not jealous. “So, you’re not upset that I’m going much less going with Jesse?”

  Smile gone, he shrugs. “Would it make a difference if I ranted and ordered you not to go? Tell me and I will.”

  I shake my head no.

  “Then, what options do I have? Fairly certain it’s illegal to lock you up in my bedroom.”

  “Thank goodness for that. That bed is scarily tall.” I tease. There’s a hint of a smile.

  Cart loaded, we get in the employee elevator. He taps the underground parking.

  “I need to check out.” I move to press the main floor.

  Victor grabs my hand, kisses it. “Done.”

  “What do mean?”

  “I comped it.”

  “Victor. That’s not right. I’m not an employee yet.”

  “Close enough.” In the garage, he wheels the cart to his Hummer. I help him unload our luggage, except the bag I’m taking to Santa Fe.

  “Thank you, Victor.”

  “My pleasure.” He kisses me.

  Back in the lobby, we’re leaving the cart at the bellhop station just as Jesse steps off the elevator carting his own bags.

  “You loaded?” He asks me.

  “I just have the one bag.” I indicate the one I’m rolling.

  “Give me your car keys. I’ll take it out with my shit.”

  “Thanks.” I fish the keys out of my purse.

  “Jesse. Your room is paid for,” Victor says. “My thanks for sticking up for Gabby.”

  “No shit?” Jesse says. “Well, hell. Thanks.”

  “No problem. When you’re done, join us for breakfast.” Victor guides me to the main dining room.

  Victor is a man I don’t recognize this morning. He’s being nice to Jesse. Confident and not at all jealous, you’d think he trusts me.

  Gabs is already in the dining room. Sitting in the corner, sulking over a coffee. She brightens when we approach.

  “Hey. I thought you left already,” she says to me.

  “Not yet. We’ll eat first.”

  We sit, have coffee until Jesse gets in. He hands me my keys. I tuck them into the side pocket of my purse. The waiter comes back and we order breakfast.

  Rubbing his hands together, Jesse smiles. “I cannot wait to take a mud bath.” Jesse turns to me. “Have you ever had a mud bath?”

  I laugh, shake my head. “Never.”

  “At The Graces? I have,” Gabs says. She can brag sometimes, and her voice now is in bragging tone. “It’s awesome. Are they treating you?”

  “Yeah. They’re still trying to snag Cherie as an employee.”

  “What?” Gabs looks wide-eyed at me.

  I shrug.

  “They’re comping everything, all the treatments and our room, right Cherie?” Jesse says.

  “You’re staying in the same room?” Gabs and Victor ask simultaneously.

  I kick Jesse under the table.

  “Yes. We’re staying in the same room. Don’t worry. It has two beds.” I add cream and sugar to a second cup of coffee, try to be nonchalant. It really isn’t a big deal.

  “Are you kidding me?” Gabs says, hands gripping the table.

  “Hey now,” Jesse says. “Cherie and I have shared numerous rooms and nothing happened. Obviously.” He indicates me and Victor.

  “That time we went to Aspen with you and Baldwin, we shared a bed,” I say, trying to ease her worry.

  “You did?” Victor’s nice, non-jealous demeanor just altered a bit.

  “Yeah. All we did was sleep,” I say.

  “Actually, baby, you slept. I was in agony the whole time.” He grins. I know he’s trying to tease both Gabs and Victor, to make them jealous. It works all too well.

  Gabs stands up, her chair falling backwards. She looks at Jesse, shifts to glare at me. After a moment, she hurries to the bathroom.

  “Not helping, Jesse.” I run after her.

  I push the door open. Find her leaning on a wall.

  “G. Nothing ever has or ever will happen between Jesse and me.”

  “He just said he was tortured because he couldn’t touch you.” Gabs shouts loud enough that I’m certain the entire hotel heard her.

  “He’s a man! He thinks with his penis!” I shout back. “Tortured by every vagina in the world.”

  “Come on. You don’t believe that.”

  “Yes, I do. Even if I didn’t, I know you have feelings for Jesse. I’ve known it for a while.”

  Leaning back on the counter, she crosses her arms over her chest. “Oh, that’s why you wanted to sneak into his room and use him? Because you knew I liked him?”

  “Gabs, you were marrying Baldwin. As of this week, I believed Jesse was fair game. And you gave me his keycard, so why are you upset about my plan to —” The words trail off as realization dawns.

  I narrow my eyes at her, what happened clear all of a sudden.

  “Did you set me up? Did you purposely send me to Victor’s room?”

  “How did you know it was Vic’s?” She sucks in a breath. “Oh my god, you used the keycard?” She turns away from me, braces her hands on the counter. “I thought you’d chicken out.”

  “If you thought that, why wouldn’t you have given me the correct room number and keycard?” I want to hurl. “How could you do that to me?”

  I want to cry. All I can do is gag.

  “Victor knew, didn’t he? All this was just some sick game to keep me away from Jesse.” I gag harder. “Oh my god.” I clamp my hand over my mouth.

  “No, C. Victor didn’t know. He still doesn’t. I’m sorry I gave you the wrong room, okay. I thought my straight-as-an-arrow cousin would have a laugh and just send you on your merry way.”

  She tries to hold my hands. I cringe away from her.

  “Keep lying, Gabs. First I wouldn’t use the key card, then Victor wouldn’t take advantage. Which is it?”

  “Both? Clearly I wasn’t thinking straight when I punched in the room number.” She grimaces. “Is it so bad? You two are in love now.”

  “Oh, so that makes it
all okay? I should just forgive him? And you?”

  “I told you, he’s innocent. Honest, C. All he asked me to do is help romance you.”

  “You helped your cousin seduce me?”

  “No. Damn it. You’re twisting my words.”

  I stumble backwards. “I don’t believe a damn word you say. You were promised to Baldwin, yet still jealous of Jesse and me? What did you want? To save Jesse for yourself? A just-in-case guy?”

  “No.” She fiddles with her fingers. “It wasn’t like that.”

  “Sure it is. You didn’t want anyone else to have him.”

  “Not anyone. Just not you,” Gabs whispers. “You’re broken, Cherie. You were going to use him and toss him away like garbage.”

  My throat won’t work. God, it’s good I haven’t eaten yet. I can’t breathe.

  “So, you just decided to pimp my virginity to Victor?”

  “No! Fucking no. I didn’t pimp you. I didn’t think either of you —.”

  “I thought you were my friend. All these years,” I whisper.

  “I am.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “Cherie.”

  “Don’t.” I dodge her hands, again. “You showed your true colors. Now you get to see mine. I’m done, G. And you know what? Maybe I’ll fuck Jesse after all. It’d be sweet revenge for both you and your cousin — sweet revenge for you whoring me out!”

  Throwing the door open, I hurry out of the bathroom, stopping at the table long enough to grab my purse.

  “Jesse, I’m leaving right fucking now.”

  Jesse’s wide eyed. “What the hell? We could hear you two screaming —.”

  “What’s wro —,” Victor starts, stands.

  Already backing away, I cut them both off. “Move it, Jesse, or walk to Santa Fe.” I take a side door to the portico, running as fast as I can to my car.

  “Cherie.” Victor easily catches up to me. “What happened?” He grabs my arm.

  I wrench away. “God, don’t you dare touch me. You weren’t an accident after all, were you?”

  “What?” He furrows his brow. “What are you talking about?”

  “Gabs told me everything.” I choke on the words. Gagging deeper. I will not throw up, damn it. I open my car door. Jesse runs to the passenger side.