by Stella
He smiled and accepted the inevitable. My mate? My mate is the petite sex pot who stole my Ducati. Fitting, isn’t it? He shifted, his brain thinking of ways to keep her as he also tried to figure out the best way to tell her how he felt. It wasn’t something he’d ever done before, but he wasn’t letting her leave in a week and a half. No, she was staying, and he was going to give her the world. And that Harry Winston engagement ring mum left me…
Chapter Ten
The wind rushed through her hair invading all her senses. She could smell and taste everything. His bike was impressive. It had been the day she’d stolen it. It almost seemed better now, maybe because she was driving towards the sexy snake rather than away from him.
She’d picked up a few things Chrissy had told Remy she absolutely couldn’t live without. Carmen had wanted a run to clear her head, so she’d offered. The feel of the air rushing past her was amazing. She pulled into the drive, her mind firmly on the owner of the bike. She loved Reece, and there was the slightest hope he loved her, too. The thought made her feel good, and she knew how Remy and Chrissy felt.
Entering the compound always brought about a sense of belonging to her. This was the first place she’d ever thought of as a home. She was welcome here, and if Remy had been right, then the nest leader would accept her. She could be happy here—she was happy here.
She left the bike in the garage and grabbed the things Chrissy had asked for. She’d picked up a few things for dinner and was hoping that Reece would help her cook it. He didn’t seem the cooking type, but neither was she. She knew, between the two of them, they could at least semi-cook the ribs. She passed the bag to Remy in the hall with a wink then searched the house looking for Reece.
She heard him flipping through the channels before she saw him. He was sitting on the floor, resting against the front of the sofa. His hair was slightly damp as if he’d recently showered. She watched him for a moment before she spoke.
“Find anything good on?”
“Bastards changed Iron Chef’s time slot.” He smirked at her. “You look good windblown.”
“Yeah, the bike’s one hell of a ride.” She walked towards him, getting on her knees and kissing him fully. “Not quite as good as its daddy, but it’s not bad.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Darlin’. And I do like it when you kiss me like that.” He pulled her into his lap, straddling him.
She giggled, automatically wrapping her arms around him. “I like it, too. That’s why I do it.” She clenched her thighs around him, enjoying the feel of him. Even the barest touch from him felt right.
He growled and positioned her over his groin. “Tease. Be good or you’ll get a spanking, Darlin’. So what’s up?”
“I got dinner…kind of. You’ll have to use your Iron Chef skills.” She giggled, her lips kissing the warm flesh of his neck. “And I like spankings.”
He winced. “I watch Iron Chef so I don’t have to cook, but I’m sure I can try my hand at it, depending on what it is.” He leaned in and nipped her earlobe. “And I’ve got a studded paddle with your name on it, Mena.”
She moaned and gently worried his skin with her teeth, his sweet smell strong. “Um, sounds good.” She pulled back, tasting him with one clean swipe of her tongue. “Dinner shouldn’t be too hard. It’s only some ribs. I just have a problem cooking anything that can’t be boiled or microwaved.”
“Ribs? I can do ribs. Can’t screw them up too much. We’ll grill them. Sound good?”
“Okay, sounds like a plan.”
“Good, now get up, and get your sweet ass in the kitchen. I’m going to need your help and a bottle of Bordeaux.”
She grinned at him and stood, smirking down at him. “Now that I can do. I’m very skilled at opening and pouring.”
He kissed her and bit her bottom lip. “Yeah, you’re also really good at bending over and moaning from a good, hard fucking.”
She hissed, leaning into him. “Well, you would know all about that, since you’re always the one doing the hard fucking.” Her hand slipped down to him, giving him a gentle squeeze.
He lifted her up and growled. “That’s dessert. Come on.”
They walked into the kitchen. The package of ribs was on the butcher block along with a bunch of broccoli and some large baking potatoes. He looked at Carmen and laughed. “I think that’s someone’s way of telling us to eat a full meal, don’t you?”
“Do we have to?” She scrunched up her face. She wanted to eat soon, not have to cook more.
“Screw them. They are going to be parents, but they aren’t ours.” He winked and grabbed a few seasonings. “The trick to cooking good ribs is over-seasoning.”
“Yeah? You learn that from the TV?” She rummaged under the counter and eventually found just the right wine. The opener was in the drawer next to her, and she set out two glasses then opened the bottle.
“Nope, that’s Patrick’s philosophy. He’s the resident chef.”
“Ah, a chef.” She poured the wine and took a sip, watching him handle the meat. “So, what now?”
“Now,” he said as he finished making a bowl of pepper, garlic, salt, lemon pepper and tarragon. “Now, we get to rub the seasoning on the meat. Let me get the grill started then we can eat.”
“Okay,” she said, dubiously looking at the bowl of spices then at the meat. “So, we’ll eat soon then?” She walked behind him as he fussed over the grill and placed her hand on his tight ass. “How long do we have?”
“Once we get the food on, it will steam in the heat then cook itself, so about twenty-five minutes.” He turned and kissed her then went to the meat again and started working the spices in, finishing quickly and carrying the slab of ribs to the now-hot grill. He closed it and turned to her. “Where’s that wine?”
Smiling, she handed him a glass. “Right here.” She held her glass up in a toast. “To time well spent.”
“Very well spent.” He drained the glass and looked over her shoulder to the dying sunshine. “It will be dark soon. Should we eat out here? Or inside?”
“We could light some candles and watch the sun die. Then maybe have a little outside fun. You’ve yet to take me up on my offer of a race in the pool.”
“Ah, but we can’t swim for at least a half hour after we eat. But I will take you up on that.”
“Not for half an hour?” She laughed. “And here I thought you were the daring type.”
“I am, Pet, but I don’t like cramps.”
“I’ll let you off this time. You’ll eventually run out of excuses. So, we’ll need to think of something to keep ourselves amused for half an hour.”
“I’m sure we can come up with something, Darlin’.”
“But nothing too strenuous, wouldn’t want to give you cramps,” she teased as she poured more wine.
They talked and teased as the meat cooked, and in no time, they were sitting at the picnic table with candles around them, eating the spicy ribs, drinking down the rest of the wine then opening another. “Pretty good, don’t you think?”
She nodded, tearing at a piece of rib. “Very. It certainly has my stamp of approval. You realise that you’re now our official cook.”
“Am I? Does that mean you’re thinking of hanging around?” The wine poured out of the bottle to her glass, and he grabbed a rib off the platter.
“Well, I could… I haven’t really made any fixed plans yet. As you know, I’m very flexible, but I wouldn’t want to outstay my welcome,” she told him, silently praying for something.
He turned to her and smiled. “You won’t hear me complaining. I could get used to having you around, Darlin’. I’m already spoiled by waking up with your perfect body next to me.”
It was the closest, she reckoned, she’d ever get to him admitting he wanted her to stay. She smiled at him. “It’s almost my favourite part of the day. So I could stay a little longer?”
“As long as you like, Darlin. Though if you thought I was letting you leave at the end
of the month, you had another thing coming.”
She moved closer to him. “Oh no? And just how did you plan on stopping me?” She grinned, her heart beating violently in her chest. He wanted her.
“The headboard in our bedroom? The one you love to hold onto while I fuck you doggie style and pinch your clit? I planned on tying you to it and persuading you to stay. Now, it won’t be necessary.”
His words set her blood on fire, which was, no doubt, his intention. “Well, I don’t know… I still might leave.” She pouted.
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” He grinned and grabbed her, pulling her into his lap. “This perfect body of yours wouldn’t do to well without my attentions, would it?” His fingers trailed her chest and found her nipple under the light cotton shirt and pinched.
She squirmed in his arms, giggling. “No, it would not. We’d miss you and your attentions.”
“You’d miss me, Mena?” His question was quiet as he looked into her eyes.
“Yes, I would. It seems silly, but I’d miss you a lot.” She laid a tentative kiss on his cheek.
He closed his eyes then smiled. “Good, ‘cause I don’t want you to leave. Ever. You are mine, little snake.”
She grinned, resting her head on his shoulder. “Gladly. I couldn’t belong to anyone else.”
“I have a present for you, and I think now is the best time to give it to you.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small collar. “Wear it?”
She took the collar in her hands. It held a bit of weight to it. Along the front, the word ‘taken’ was engraved into it.
“It’s beautiful,” she gasped. “Of course, I’ll wear it.” She handed it back to him, sweeping her hair away from her neck. “Would you?”
He smiled and affixed the collar around her neck, closing the clasp and kissing her hard. “Now, you are mine, Mena.”
I’ve always been yours. Her hair fell around her shoulders. “We should celebrate.”
“My thoughts exactly, baby.” They kissed, and he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, grabbing a large lawn blanket from the side pile near the back door, and walked out to the back lawn. “Remy said something about a meteor shower tonight, and he took Chrissy to the observatory. We might get a light show.”
“Oh, we’ll get a show all right.” She kissed him.
They spread the blanket out, and Reece went to grab the rest of the bottle of wine and the glasses. He returned to her posed on the blanket, one leg up and her body resting on her elbows, her hands touching her flat stomach. Reece smirked and shook his head.
“You like what you see?”
“Mena, I thought we already established I always like what I see when I look at you.” He sat next to her and poured her another glass.
She took a sip of the well-aged wine. “Hmmm, well you should, because you’ll be looking at me a lot.” Her hands played with the bottom of her top, edging it up slowly.
He grinned. “Baby, you’re a fucking tease.” His eyes watched her. “Take it off. I want to see your body.”
Smiling, she slipped it off over her head, exposing her pale-pink lace bra. “Am I teasing now?”
“What did I tell you about the bras, baby? Your breasts are perfect, and they don’t need the support. Um, and your nipples always pucker when I’m near, don’t they?” He leaned in and captured her right nipple through the bra and sucked it, lace and all, into his mouth.
His mouth felt amazing, so hot and perfect. “Oh, they always are.” A groan escaped her. “Now, who’s teasing?”
“I never once said that I wouldn’t tease.” He smiled at her, his hand touching her face. “That collar is the only thing I want to see gracing your body, Pet. Make it happen.” He sat back on his left elbow and sipped his wine, watching her.
She stood. “Anything you want, Master.” Her bra slipped off easily, and she dropped it on him. Turning, she slipped off her skirt.
“God, you’re fucking perfect, Mena. Come over here.”
She knelt next to him, taking his face in her hands. “I’m not the only perfect one.”
The light died around them as she’d stripped for him, the stars above them getting brighter by the minute. He smiled at her. “The moon will be up soon, Pet, and when it is bathing you in its beautiful light, you’re going to ride me ‘til you scream and give yourself completely over to me.”
“I like that plan, giving myself over to you.”
“I do, too, love.”
She winked. “Good. Because you’re mine, as well, you know.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” He pulled her into him and kissed her, his hand possessively on her hip.
His kiss was fierce, causing her to moan into his mouth. She pushed him over and straddled him, keeping her body flush with his as she ripped open his shirt. Buttons rolled softly onto the grass as her mouth left his and slipped down to his nipple, her teeth grazing it. “I suppose we will. Though I must say, I am very possessive.” She bit down harder on him, careful not to break the skin.
He hissed and growled. “Possessive? Hmm, and that was my favourite shirt.”
“I’m sure you can arrange another.” She teasingly flicked out her tongue, caressing slow circles on his hardened flesh.
“Fuck, baby, you are a tease.” He bucked his hips up to meet her core. His hands holding her waist exactly where he wanted her, he pressed his groin into her, her wetness soaking through the material.
She cried out, releasing him as she threw back her head. “I never once said that I wouldn’t tease.” She echoed his words with a smile.
“Get me out of these pants, Mena. I need to feel you.”
She reached down, slowly unzipping him and pulling them down just enough to serve her purposes. If he wanted completely out of his pants, then he could do it himself. Her hand grasped his cock, pumping him up and down a few times.
He arched and panted. “Fuck, baby, you know what I like, don’t you? Get the pants off, baby.”
“We don’t need them all the way off, this works for me.” Licking her lips, she sank down on him, sending him deep into her mouth.
Reece cried out and grabbed her hair in his fists. “All the way down, love. Down your fucking throat.”
She suppressed a shiver, his words and actions soaking her. She loved that he was so possessive and authoritative. No doubt about it, Reece was a man who knew exactly what he wanted. Groaning into him, she swallowed him down.
“Oh that’s it, baby…um…so fucking talented.”
She swallowed on him again, her head picking up a smooth rhythm. Her hands explored his familiar body.
He held her head as she moved, and he groaned. “God, baby…” He moved his hands and shimmied down his pants, arching his hips, his cock driving further into her waiting throat.
She hummed loudly, vibrating down his shaft as she swallowed him harder. Her hands moved of their own accord, clasping tightly at his now exposed balls.
“God, Carmen,” he shouted and kicked off his pants after toeing off his sneakers. He sat up, once again forcing his thick cock down her throat, and he gasped.
She took his balls in both hands, firmly massaging them. She let him guide her head by her hair, swallowing and sucking alternately.
“That’s it baby… Um, so fucking good…” He reached over and slapped her ass hard once, twice, three times. “Um, like that, don’t you?”
She moaned and whimpered, her legs clasping hard onto his, effectively riding him. She nodded as much as she could with him so deep.
He pulled her off his cock and moved her from his legs. Holding her waist and positioning her on his lap, he nestled his length between her slick wet folds then he kissed her, moving his hips, so that his erection rubbed on her hardened clit.
Her body bucked, tightening around what it could. She needed him. She whimpered and pouted, kissing him deeply. “Please, baby…”
It had gotten darker around them, the lightning bugs taking to the sky
and blinking serenely. “Please what, Mena?”
She kissed him. “I need you, deep inside me,” she whispered in his ear, running her teeth along his lobe.
“Then you shall have it.” He lifted her and drove into her hard, bucking his hips. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby!”
He was so hard, it drove her wild. She started to ride him, sitting up so she could let him go deeper. “Oh fuck, that’s it… Oh, Reece.”
He laid back and sighed, his eyes on her bouncing breasts the entire time. “Fuck, baby, I love watching you move. Shit, look up. It’s starting.” The meteor shower was streaking through the night sky, the moon rising to its zenith.
She threw back her head to watch, her pace never faltering. The sky was beautiful as the light streamed across it, lighting up the night. She rode him hard, feeling every inch deep inside her. She loved it. She loved him. God, he felt so amazing between her clenched thighs. Her hands clasped his legs behind her as she bucked on top of him, her breath came in pants. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s perfect. God, you’re so fucking hot.” His eyes bled to his reptilian stare. He sat up and latched onto her shoulder, biting her.
The sharp pain brought her suddenly, and she came, sobbing hard. She bent to him and her lips found his shoulder. She bit down on him, careful to only use her normal set of teeth. He was hers and everyone should know it.
He moaned into her and tightened his arms around her body, his body spilling into hers.
She nuzzled into him, a fine trembling going through her body. Guilt tugged at her. She’d just sealed the deal. He was hers and still he had no idea what she really was. She pushed the feeling aside, concentrating on his warm body and the beautiful night around them.
“Are you okay?” she asked after a moment’s silence, praying that no venom had escaped into him.
He unlatched from her shoulder and kissed her neck.
“You did it,” he murmured, his hands playing up and down her spine.
She let out a sigh of relief. “I did.”
He chuckled. “It felt really good.”