Accidental Lover (Wolven Moon Book 3)

by Dany Rae Miller

  That and the silence lulls her back to sleep. Thankful to have her back in my arms, I inhale her scent, indulge in her softness and warmth, grab a few winks of shut-eye myself.

  Two hours later, the family arrives waking us both. Aunt Rebecca and Grandmother head straight to Gabby’s room.

  Standing, holding on to Cherie’s shoulders, I introduce her to my parents.

  “This is my mother, Natalia.”

  “Happy to meet you, Cherie.” Mom hugs her. “Thank you for being there for our Gabriela.”

  My girl lowers her head. I don’t give her a chance to say anything negative.

  “And my father, Estevan.”

  “Nice to meet you, young lady,” Dad kisses Cherie on the cheek.

  “Thank you,” Cherie says.

  “And my brother, Dante.”

  “Victor said you were beautiful. He should’ve said drop dead gorgeous.” Dante hugs Cherie, holds on a bit too long. I squint at him. He chuckles.

  “Pleased to meet you, Dante.”

  “She’s awake!” Grandmother claps her hands as she comes back to the waiting room, Jesse right behind her.

  “Oh thank goodness.” My girl leans her head back against the wall at the news.

  “You look shellshocked, Cherie. Why don’t you go home and get some rest, dear?” Grandmother takes Cherie’s hands. “For someone who just got back from a spa, you look horrible.”

  “I feel horrible.” Cherie apologizes, again, this time to a dozen Santanas in the waiting room. To their credit, no one allows Cherie to take any blame.

  “Victor. Take her home.” Grandmother insists, again.

  “What about you, Jesse?” Cherie rubs his upper arms.

  “I’ll stay a little longer, baby.” He hugs her.

  “Okay,” she says, turns to me. “Do you have a key to let me in Gabs’ place?” She asks me.

  “Yes.”

  You won’t be needing it.

  Cherie clasps Jesse’s hand. “Follow us out. I’ll get my bag and give you my keys.”

  Outside, my girl points to a gold key on her chain. “Gabs’ door key is next to the Toyota fob.”

  “Got it.” He hugs her, again, this cradling embrace far too intimate for my liking, but I say nothing. Jesse has the balls to smirk at me over her shoulder. “Every thing will be okay,” he says, holding her but looking at me.

  Unwrapping himself from her, he kisses her forehead. “Go. Rest.” He turns her to me, puts her hand in mine. “Victor will take good care of you.” The slight squint of his eyes is a challenge, a warning.

  “Yes. I will.” I put my arm around Cherie’s waist.

  “I’ll leave my phone on. Call if you need anything, even if it’s just company,” she says to Jesse.

  Back at the condo, on our landing, my girl is poised to turn left to Gabby’s.

  “Uh, uh.” I steer her to my door.

  “My stuff —.”

  “Is at my place,” I say.

  “That’s why I couldn’t find it.”

  Once inside, I take her in my arms, kiss her lightly. “Are you hungry?”

  “Starving.”

  “Tell me about The Graces while I make you something to eat.” I usher her onto a kitchen stool. She talks while I dig in the fridge and cook for her.

  A few minutes later, I roll a veggie omelet onto a plate.

  She purses her lips. “So, you’re the cook? The one who uses all this stuff?” She motions to the pot rack.

  “Yes. Who did you think did?”

  She swallows the bite she just chewed. “I don’t know. Your ex-fiancee maybe.”

  “She never lived here. And, it was under renovations for the last year.” He looks around. “Jen hasn’t touched anything in this condo.”

  “Except you.”

  I smile, strangely relieved that she’s jealous. That means something, right?

  “Not like you do.” I lean across the counter, tuck a blonde strand behind her ear. “Don’t ever be jealous of anyone. What your touch does to me” — I kiss her nose — “No one has ever come close to that.”

  Tilted head, she stares at me for a moment. She spears another bite. “This is excellent. You’re a good cook.”

  “Thank you.” I watch her eat. As soon as she’s done, I put the dishes in the sink. Taking her hand, I lead her down the hall toward my bedroom.

  “Wait,” she says, resisting. “Aren’t your parents and grandmother staying here tonight?”

  “Nope. They’re all staying at The Av. We have a lot of empty suites this week. Come.” I tug her along until we’re in the bedroom.

  I run my nose along hers and softly fondle her breasts. One stroke across a nipple with my thumb elicits that soft moan that I've missed so much. It’s a sound that never fails to turn my cock to steel.

  I look at the bed. “Is it flying leap time yet?”

  That makes her giggle, makes her smile.

  “Damn. I missed you, missed hearing that sound,” I say, putting my mouth over hers, delving my tongue in for a long, lush kiss. Coming up for air, I nuzzle behind her ear. “I didn’t sleep a wink while we were apart.”

  Will you admit the same?

  “Really?” She searches my eyes.

  I nod.

  “Me, either.”

  Good girl.

  She pulls away, though. “I need a shower, first. My eyes sting from the mascara. Your parents probably think I’m some strange goth girl.”

  “They think you’re a girl who cried for her friend.”

  In the bathroom, I turn on the shower while she gawks at it.

  “You weren’t joking.” With a finger she counts jets. “Twenty sprays? That’s obscene.”

  “Unbelievably decadent.” I lift her shirt off, then mine.

  She unbuttons her jeans, then mine. “It’s like a automatic human wash or something.”

  “Or something,” I mumble, almost losing control while she lowers my zipper. I unhook her bra. Her dainty pink nipples pucker for me. I growl.

  She kisses me, sucking my tongue, pressing those lovely tits into my chest.

  “Bathe first, sweetness.” I breathe hard, surprised yet ecstatic with her urgency to be with me.

  I strip the rest of her clothes and mine.

  Guiding her into the shower, she gasps, bites her lip at the sensation of water coming from all directions. “Oh, this is nice.”

  “You like?”

  She nods.

  I fill my palms with body wash, and like that first night, I wash her hot little body — starting with her belly. I move my hands to her arms. Without being told, she raises them in her graceful way, wraps her soft hands around my neck.

  Good girl.

  “You take my breath away,” I say. Visually mesmerized by her tits as I wash her triceps and underarms, the pink peaks pebble tighter, as though they’re calling my name.

  “Did you miss me, mi ninfa?” I close my eyes, waiting for her response, my hands going everywhere but those tantalizing on-buttons.

  “Yes, I did, Mr. Santana.” She teases me.

  It works. My cock hardens more, twitches. She’s already hot, her perfect ass wiggling against me as I press my hard-on into her. I move my hands to her tits cherishing her response. I rub and pluck her nipples, worship them. She bows into it, into my hands.

  “Sweet, Cherie. I love how you respond to my touch,” I whisper in her ear.

  She moans. “I love how you touch me, Victor.”

  I slide one of my hands down her tummy to her mound, part her soft folds. Her mewl encourages me to burrow a finger inside that slick softness. A second finger joins the first.

  Her head lolls back on my shoulder, her hips sway, grinding her creamy pussy onto my fingers.

  “Come for me, peaches. I want to feel your pleasure spill all over my hand.” Crooking my middle finger, I concentrate on her sweet spot. Her mouth open in an O, she tenses, presses down while her muscles grip my fingers tightly, moaning my name as she sha
tters for me.

  “The look on your face when you come is so hot,” I whisper.

  Aw, I’ve missed you, dream girl.

  We go back to bathing. I wash her hair, luxuriating in the silkiness of it. After conditioning her hair, I reach for the off knob. Cherie stops my hand.

  “My turn.” She pumps soap into her hands, spreads the liquid over my pecs.

  Kissing me, she works her palms out from there, over my shoulders, down my arms. Is she trying to prove that her touch drives me nuts?

  “Turn around.” She smiles.

  I do. Working her fingers, she massages my back. Loving it, I lean into it.

  “You like?”

  “Love, mi ninfa.” I growl. “You do that really well.”

  She moves lower. “Lift your arms.” When I do, she washes my underarms causing me to scrunch to the side.

  “You’re ticklish.” She giggles, washes those areas again.

  Protecting myself with my arms, I laugh. “Stop.”

  Soft lips touch my back as her talented hands move to my ass.

  “Buns o’ steel. Will you show me your workout routine?” She says.

  “Hell, no.”

  “Why not?” Offended, she stops, stands up straight, hands full of suds.

  “Because.” Turning to face her, I reach around to cup her ass. “I love your ass just the way it is.” I squeeze both cheeks. “So fucking soft.”

  Cock feeling like painful steel, I can’t stop myself from moaning with need to be inside her. I dip my legs, slide it along the vee between her legs.

  Smiling seductively, she wraps her sudsy hands around my shaft.

  “Fuck.” I thrust through her fingers.

  She wraps tighter, watches my face. “So hard for me.” She smiles.

  I grin. “Always. Ever since you crawled into my bed, into my life, I walk around with a low-grade erection just for you.”

  “Only me?” Mi ninfa bites my lips lightly, then my jaw.

  “Only for you.”

  My girl kisses down my throat, my chest. When she bends to kneel, I stop her.

  “Not tonight, Cherie. One lick, I’m gone.”

  “What’s wrong with that?”

  “I missed you, peaches. I want to feel your softness wrapped around me, feel your sexy body convulsing for me.” Panting, I claim her mouth, turn the water off at the same time.

  I wrap a towel around her head. We dry off one another.

  “Do you have a comb?” I ask her.

  “Wide tooth one in my bag.”

  I have her sit on the vanity stool while I go find it.

  “You know how?” She asks warily when I come back.

  “There’s a special trick to combing your hair?”

  Smiling, she nods, guides my hand. “To prevent breakage, you start at the bottom and work out the tangles as you go up.”

  “Got it.” Gently, I comb out her beautiful hair, pleased she’s letting me take care of her, the way she closes her eyes and relaxes.

  A few minutes later, her hair dry, I guide her to my bedroom. I bend to hoist her onto the bed.

  “Nope.” Scooting out of my grasp, she grins broadly. “It’s flying leap time.”

  I chuckle.

  Walking to the farthest corner from the bed, she bows out her chest, elegantly flutters an arm over her head as though she’s greeting an audience before a gymnastics routine.

  I prop myself in the doorway to watch, grinning ear to ear. She lifts to her tippy toes, and then sprints. Holy hell. Tits bounce, hair flies back. A few feet from the bed, she plants her feet, leaps like she’s doing a back flip.

  Plop, on her back, right in the center of the bed.

  I hold up a pretend microphone. “What a wonder, ladies and gentlemen. Ms. Valentine turns in a stunning performance garnering a perfect ten for form and, what’s this?” I point at my cock up on full alert. “Oh my goodness, an unprecedented ten zillion points for sexy bounciness.”

  Giggling at first, she gets totally serious, almost sad. “I needed that.”

  “Needed what?” I ask going to her.

  “Pampering, a moment of silliness.” Tears fill her eyes.

  “Hey, hey, hey.” I pull her close.

  “I’m sorry. The image of Gabs lying on the floor, lifeless, keeps coming back.”

  I kiss the tears away, her cheeks, her nose, her mouth. “Well then, I’m prescribing intensive Victor Therapy.”

  The corners of her mouth lift a bit. “Should I call you Dr. Santana, then?”

  “Mmmm.” I murmur, already lost in worshipping her creamy skin. Lightly I trail my tongue down her throat.

  Unexpectedly, my fangs drop.

  Oh how I want to make her my mate for life.

  Soon.

  Keeping my eye teeth covered, I kiss from one side of her collar bone to the other. Once I reach her tits, I avoid the nipples — kissing and nipping the swells on all side.

  “Victor.” Pushy little thing twists her torso trying to force one of her peaks in my mouth.

  “Patience, sweetness.”

  chapter forty-two

  VICTOR LIFTS ONE breast, kisses and licks the super sensitive underside. He does the same to the other. It’s exquisite torture — his mouth everywhere except where I really want it.

  “Relax, Cherie. Have no doubt. I’ll get you there.” He breathes against my mouth. “Forget everything. Just feel.” His fingers caress my cheeks.

  I bask in the want laced through his chocolate eyes.

  “I want to show you how much I missed you.”

  And that’s what he proceeds to do — from licking the nape of my neck to nibbling on the pads of every single toe, his wonderful mouth works excruciating magic. Finally, finally, he moves to my nipples. The sensation this time is different — heightened, more intense than ever before. Who knew that was possible?

  “Victor.” I arch my back, push my breasts into his mouth. “I —.”

  “You what, peaches?” He moves his mouth to the other nipple, fingers the one he just left.

  All conscious thought leaves me as he swirls and tugs on the tiny bundle of nerves. I moan, writhing under Victor’s touch. All of a sudden, he sucks super hard, and with no stimulation below the waist, I climax.

  “Damn, sweetness. That’s so hot.”

  The spasms roll on and on, radiating along every cell. I can’t speak, only bow into it, into him.

  “Again,” he says, tonguing my belly button before moving across my abdomen and lower, between my thighs.

  The next orgasm, with barely a flick of his tongue on my clit, follows before the waves of the first are even over.

  “Victor.” Stars and bright color criss cross the inside of my eyelids.

  Oh, my lungs won’t work. I gasp in great gulps.

  He slips two fingers in me at once. And just like that, my body wracks against him again — muscles clenching his fingers in a third orgasm.

  “Perfect, mi ninfa. You’re so perfect.”

  Quickly, he moves up my body and invades my mouth with his tongue. Then, kneeling, he sits back on his heels, pulls me onto his steel erection, filling me.

  “Again. Give me another juicy climax while I’m inside you.”

  All I can do is gurgle and whimper, I shake my head no.

  “Yes, sweetness.” Moving slow, he growls. “I want to feel it.”

  Barely conscious from three orgasms in a row, I don’t see how it’s humanly possible.

  “I love this position. You know why?” He says.

  Incoherent. I’m incoherent.

  “Access to your luscious tits.” He cups my breasts, gently tugs on each nipple.

  On pure instinct, my hips buck in response. He groans.

  “And access to this beautiful bud.” He presses a thumb to my clit and I explode — this one bigger, so much bigger. Seeming every muscle in my body convulses without shame.

  “Victooooor,” I whisper. It’s never going to end. Over and over, the ripple
s flow.

  With a primal growl, his hands grip my hips. He thrusts fast and hard. It’s euphoric pleasure that’s just too much for my nervous system. The last thing I hear is him roaring my name as he comes. Then blissful darkness takes me.

  Fingers brush hair from my face. Soft lips touch my temples, my cheek, my nose, my mouth.

  “You okay?” Victor whispers.

  “Hmmm.” I regain consciousness enough to open my eyes a sliver. “I fainted?”

  “Uh, huh.” He grins with male satisfaction, kisses my face. “Could be because I just gave you four orgasms in a row.”

  “Five if you count the one in the shower,” I whisper totally spent.

  He chuckles lightly. “I’ll have to check with the Guinness Book of World Records. Maybe I’ll write up a submission.”

  Eyes closed, again, I smile. “You are such a braggart.”

  “You must have really missed me.” His smile presses against my temple. “Making you come is a pleasure, mi ninfa.” He kisses my eyelids.

  “I missed you a lot,” I whisper. “Thank you.”

  His arms tighten around me, hugging me to him. “Delighted to please you. Go to sleep, sweet Cherie.”

  The aromas of coffee, waffles and bacon wake me. For a moment when I open my eyes, I’m disoriented. I’m in Victor’s condo, in his bed. My head and eyes hurt, and I have to pee.

  I slide down from the super tall bed, run naked for the little toilet closet in the bathroom. Done, I go to the sink to wash my hands. Victor has laid out my toiletries – toothbrush, facial wash and moisturizer.

  I have love-hate emotions when it comes to his thoughtfulness. When he does these things, I feel special — which reels me in more. I hate being reeled in, though.

  I use all the items and reach for my comb left on the vanity area. That’s when I notice Victor leaning in the door jam watching me.

  “Morning, sweetness.” Dark hair tussled, the pajama bottoms hang low on his hips showing off his muscled abs and chest. While I gawk at him, his eyes take in my nakedness. I should have put on a robe. I reach the one hanging on a hook nearby.

  His hand over mine, he brings both to my side. “Don’t cover up. Let me look at your beautiful body.”