CupidRocks

by Francesca Hawley

  “You have a vivid imagination,” she purred, leaning down to run her tongue over his tight nipples.

  Mandy clenched on him as she rose off and slid back down. Joe couldn’t get the image of Mandy in a belly-dance costume out of his mind. Coin scarf wrapped around her hips as she wiggled in imitation of the moves she now made as she rode him. He wanted it and he didn’t want to have to wait a year.

  Joe lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Do you see what I’m thinking?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Are you up for it?”

  “Name the time and place and I’ll be your personal genie. Shall I call you master?”

  Joe pulled her down to him, rolling her onto her back. “Fuck, yeah. Learning to be True Mates is going to be fun.”

  Mandy looked into her mate’s eyes. He swooped down and took her mouth with his, adjusting his hips for the best possible fit between them as she wrapped her thighs around him and tilted her pelvis to take him deeper. It was as if he’d been made to fill her pussy.

  “I was,” he murmured.

  “Ya think?”

  “I know.”

  Mandy ran her fingers through his long hair, memorizing the texture as she stroked it. She trailed her hands across his broad shoulders, loving the feel of his skin under her hands. She traced the tattoo on his shoulder and arm. Following the lines the artist had created on his skin. Joe moaned as she caressed him.

  “If you keep that up, angel, I’m gonna come.”

  “You that sensitive?”

  “To you, I am. Like you are to me…”

  He trailed his fingertips along her collarbone and over the rise of her breast. She shivered. He was right—whatever he did to her made her want to purr. If he felt as attuned to her as she did to him, they were in for a hell of a ride.

  Joe chuckled. “I heard that.”

  “And are we?”

  “In for a hell of a ride?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Oh yeah, angel. This True Mate stuff rocks like a guitar riff when I’m in the zone.”

  He lowered his head and she opened for him, sighing into his kiss. She rubbed her chest against his, clutching him tight to her. Joe withdrew from her and slid home again. The sweet friction of his cock inside her while his tongue teased hers left her gasping.

  She reached up and tangled her fingers in his long black hair, holding his head in place as he kissed her. He groaned into her mouth and nipped the inside of her lips. She responded with a nip or two of her own, arching upward to rub her breasts against his chest.

  Mandy shivered as his chest hair tickled her nipples, enjoying the way he held her tight. The grasp of his hands on her ass. The brush of his lips from her mouth, to her chin, to her neck. He moved lower, licking and nipping his way from her shoulder to the rise of her breasts and finally to her nipples. His hot breath tantalized her senses. She quivered, lifting herself up. Offering her breasts to him. He opened his mouth to suck her nipples and areola. He even sucked along the rise of her breast, leaving behind little red marks.

  “Oh, Joe. Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t, angel. Not as long as we live.”

  He raised his face and their gazes held while he kept up a slow, easy rhythm. Penetrating her and withdrawing. Slipping and sliding together. Exquisite torture. A leisurely thrust and parry. She set her feet on his ass, pressing him deeper into her pussy, making them both sigh. Soft, shared moans mixed with the sound of the crackling fire on the grate. It was the perfect night. The ultimate experience. The ideal introduction to lovemaking between True Mates.

  Joe rolled his hips and she expelled a gasp. The pleasure was building. Winding tighter. Coiling within her. She tensed under him when he gave another hip twitch designed to arouse her. And it did. His hand grazed her skin from her ass to her hips and along her side to cup one of her breasts. The calluses on his fingertips were rough against the soft skin of her nipple, but the contrast was a complete turn-on. She lifted her mouth and Joe kissed her again. Their tongues twined as she caressed her mate. Learning the texture of his skin. The smoothness of his back. The way his nipples hardened beneath her tender strokes and his breath hitched.

  He picked up the pace of his thrusts. Driving more quickly. Yet he held back. It was like going from low to medium, with plenty of room for high speed. Her breath caught on a whimper as he rubbed her clit. He had just the right angle on her.

  Joe looked into her eyes. And they watched each other as they made love. Slow and tender. Making things last. But it couldn’t last too long, because her pussy began to clamp on him. Milking him with each gliding plunge his cock made inside her.

  He lowered his head until their lips just barely touched. Their breaths mingled. His tongue darted out and flicked along the seam of her lips. She gasped and returned the favor. Savoring the taste of his lips. He met her and their tongues swiped together then he gave her upper lip a gentle bite. She followed him by nipping his lower lip. Tongues teased and teeth tormented, all the while they stroked one another. Exploring more intimately. She loved the way he felt inside her. The way his hand glided over her skin.

  “You’re amazing, angel.”

  “So are you, Joe.”

  She brushed his hair off his forehead, cradling his cheek. Brushing his lips with her thumb. His hands tightened slightly on her body and his hips stopped briefly. Then he resumed, picking up the pace. She answered him with everything in her. Opening to him. Giving to him.

  “So wet. God, it feels good,” he grunted softly. She chuckled and kissed his cheek.

  He lowered his lips to her throat, pressing gentle, lingering kisses there. He licked the sweat from her skin. Yes, she wanted to taste him too. She found moisture on his shoulder and licked. So good. It was a taste she knew she’d love forever. Look for even on her deathbed.

  His hips changed angle and he took up a short stab into her. Filling her faster. Deeper. So that she had trouble catching her breath as she met his pace. The tempo of his thrusts picking up. And she matched him. They twisted. Writhed together. Nipples tightening. Gasps turning to pants. Soft feminine whimpers matching deep male groans.

  They clutched each other. Tension building. Pleasure twisting inside them both. Desire knotting their muscles as they strained to reach the pinnacle. Striving for the release that seemed just beyond their grasps.

  “Oh Joe. Faster, hon. Please.”

  “God, yes. Give me everything, angel. Open for me.”

  “Yeah. Let me—” Suddenly, she cried out. Pleasure rippled outward from her clit and pussy. Stiffening her nipples. She shuddered. Spasms shook her and she clutched her mate. Her True Mate. The male she was made for and who was made for her. He pumped harder. Striving to join her. Match her. “Ah, Joe. I want you. Now.”

  He froze, buried deep in her. His face twisting with an agony of pleasure. Then he jerked. His cock twitching while his cum spurted inside her. Marking her as his True Mate in return. She kissed him and he lowered his head to hers. His rough cheek brushing hers as a tortured moan escaped him. The thrill of feeling him slowly relax against her swept her senses. She ran her fingers through his soft hair. Loving the way the dark strands felt like silk in her hands. Then she ran her fingertips along his shoulders, holding him close. The connection was profound. So much more than the experience earlier tonight when they’d fucked each other in a frenzy.

  “It’s because this time we know,” he whispered.

  “We know what?”

  He lifted his head. “We know we’re True Mates. Meant to be together. It makes it better.”

  “More intimate,” she agreed, sighing as he pressed a soft kiss against her ear.

  “Yeah.”

  Joe stroked her cheek tenderly and gently lifted himself off her body and she let him go, but reluctantly. He pulled her into his arms and grabbed the blankets, tugging them up. Covering them. Mandy slid her arm around his waist and settled her head into the curve of his shoulder. He kissed her forehead.

 
They held each other and slowly, softly drifted to sleep. Bliss making everything right.

  Chapter Six

  Mandy burrowed into the warmth of the bed. It had been a long time since she’d woken up feeling this good with her cheek pressed against warm skin. She blinked her eyes open and looked up, smiling as she looked into Joe’s lazy, warm gaze. He ran his fingers through her hair and brushed them along her cheek.

  She dropped a kiss on his shoulder, stroking his hard chest. This male was all hers—for now and for always. How did she get so lucky?

  “I’m the lucky one,” he breathed, tipping up her chin and pressing his lips to hers. “After years alone, I finally found you.”

  Joe gently shifted her to her back and looked down into her eyes before softly kissing her. He brushed his mouth over hers, along her jaw and over her eyelids. She sighed as he stroked her body. His thumb grazed her nipple, waking the desire they’d only begun to explore the previous night.

  Mandy ran her palms along his arms and up to his shoulders. She cupped his cheek with one hand and swept her thumb along his lower lip. He tilted his head to kiss her wrist. It was bliss to wake in the arms of her True Mate. In fact, she didn’t want to get out of bed to face the day. Joe smiled.

  “But you know we have to, right?”

  “Yeah. Even with the late night last night, everyone else will be rolling out of bed soon. I just don’t want to face it all.”

  “We may not want to, but we have to.”

  “I know. Eddie and Carly thrive on making things complicated.”

  “It’s their job.”

  “Why?”

  “’Cause they’re your parents,” he chuckled, dipping his head to catch her in a loving, good-morning kind of kiss. Mandy opened her mouth for him, tasting his early morning flavor…and she liked it. She’d never liked anyone’s morning-after taste before.

  “I’m glad you like how I taste, angel.”

  “Me too. It would be kind of hard to avoid kissing you in the morning until after you brushed your teeth,” she grinned.

  He trailed his hands under the blankets and down the length of her thighs, gently pressing her knees apart. “Open up and let me in, Mandy.”

  Mandy spread her legs, raising them alongside his hips as he pressed against her. He was only half-hard but she knew he’d rise to the occasion with a little bit of encouragement, which she had every intention of providing. She wrapped her arms around him, running her fingers down the muscles of his strong back. As she stroked him, each bunch of muscles tightened then relaxed under her touch.

  Mandy frowned when she thought she heard a soft tapping somewhere. Joe lowered his head, sucking her nipple into his mouth. She moaned softly, completely forgetting about the disturbance as pleasure surged from his mouth tugging at her. She caught his hair in her fingers, holding him against her while he licked and nipped her.

  “Yessss,” she hissed. Mandy heard a creak and another tap.

  “Mandy honey, are you awake?” Her mother called softly, opening the door.

  “Oh fuck,” she groaned, starting to sit up and pushing at Joe’s shoulders.

  “Honey, have you seen Joe? He’s not in his bed or on the bus.” Carly stuck her head around the door. Her jaw dropped for only a moment then a gleeful expression lit her face.

  “Oh My Gahd! I knew it. I knew that if you met you’d fall for each other.” She turned to face someone in the hall. “I won’t say I told you so, Eddie, but I told you so.”

  Mandy groaned and Joe’s face froze in horror as Carly threw open the door and dragged Eddie in with her. “See?” She waved her hands with a flourish as if she was a magician who’d just performed a magic trick.

  Mandy winced as murder flashed through Eddie’s eyes. Her mild-mannered, usually laid-back father looked as if he wanted to kill. He hadn’t been this vicious with Rik. Sarcastic. Rude. But not once did he verge on the physical. Mandy gasped, shaking her head in disbelief when Eddie growled and his lips drew back. His teeth were elongated. He intended to attack her mate. She had to stop this.

  “Go. Both of you, get out. Now. We’ll talk about this later.” Mandy pushed Joe to the side, tugging a blanket over herself to cover her nudity. She tried to climb out of the bed to get between Eddie and Joe but she wasn’t fast enough.

  “Get out of her bed now, you son of a bitch!” Eddie took two steps forward, his hands clenched at his side.

  Mandy stood, clutching the blanket around her. “No! Daddy you need to leave. We’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

  “No, we won’t. I’ll settle him now. This bastard took advantage of you and I’m gonna tear out his throat.”

  “Eddie, don’t be silly. We’ll be grandparents now.”

  Eddie turned to glare at Carly. “Like hell we will. A musician. A fucking musician. He’ll get her with pups over my dead body.”

  “I’m thirty-five years old and I’ve been having sex for a long time.”

  Eddie frowned, waving her explanation away. “I know that. How many times have I told you not to date musicians?”

  “It’s my decision and I wanted Joe.”

  “You wanted? Hah! He conned you, honey and I trusted him!” He glared at Joe. “Get out of that bed, you damn whelp.”

  Joe growled and climbed out from under the blankets in all his hotness. Eddie lunged. Joe blocked as Eddie aimed a punch for his jaw. Eddie struck again, knocking Joe into the bedpost of the four-poster bed. Joe shook his head while blood dripped from his split lip. Mandy screamed, covering her eyes.

  “Eddie, stop it,” Carly shouted, her hands on her hips. Eddie paused, withdrawing two steps, breathing hard.

  “I took him in, Carly. Accepted him into our pack, made him a member of the family, and this is how he repays me.” He waved his hand toward the tumbled bed. “He screwed my baby. I’m gonna kill him,” Eddie snarled, lunging again.

  “Stop this,” Mandy cried. “Joe’s not just a lover—he’s my True Mate.”

  At Mandy’s shout, Eddie pulled up narrowly avoiding another collision with Joe. “Bullshit. Is that what he told you to convince you to let him fuck you?”

  Mandy blinked in horror at her father’s accusation. “I’m no innocent virgin. I know the difference between good sex and what he and I shared last night. Joe is my True Mate. I knew it as soon as I saw him.”

  Eddie stared at her for a full minute. Mandy could almost hear him thinking, then he turned back to Joe. “You bastard. Mandy’s the groupie you banged between sets last night, isn’t she?”

  Joe nodded, silent and serious. Eddie turned on his heel then left the room, slamming his fist into the wall as he passed. Mandy groaned and sank onto the bed, dropping her head into her hands.

  “I’ve never seen him like this, honey. I’ll go talk to him.” Carly left, pulling the door shut behind her, and Mandy knew her mother had to run to catch up.

  “I hate to sound like your mother here, but…I told you so, angel.”

  Mandy looked up at Joe. He was painfully pale, his muscles were still clenched in preparation for fight or flight. He licked his lip then wiped blood from his mouth. Joe was still ready to face Eddie and his teeth remained elongated into fangs. Things shouldn’t have happened like this. Damn.

  “I hate to say it, but you were right and I was wrong, Joe. I can’t believe it. Eddie never acts like that. He’s been rude, but he’s never attacked anyone before.”

  “He’s never caught anyone in bed with his daughter before…has he?”

  Mandy whipped her head around, frowning at Joe. “No, he has not. Damn it, Joe.”

  “Sorry.” He took a deep breath, holding up his hands. “I’d probably react the same way if I was him.”

  “But he likes you. You’re friends, aren’t you?”

  Joe laughed sadly. “I thought we were.”

  “I know he’s never wanted me to get involved with a musician but this is crazy. Why isn’t he happy? He hasn’t been as bad as Carly about the mate thing, but he’
s been nagging me too.”

  “I don’t know, angel, but we’d better get dressed and go face the piper.”

  There was a loud knock at the door. Mandy stood up and Joe walked over to stand protectively in front of her.

  “Now what?” Mandy murmured, setting her hand on his shoulder.

  “Who’s there?” Joe asked gruffly, tensing to fight again if needed. What a miserable morning. He didn’t think Eddie would be thrilled, but he hadn’t expected the old wolf to attack him. Damn, the bastard packed a vicious punch and shit, did his lip hurt.

  The door opened and Sharon peered around it at them. “Sorry to bother you guys, but…” She looked back into the hallway then back into the room. “Eddie’s fucked up. He’s out in the lawn threatening to go get hammered and Carly’s in the kitchen crying. She never cries. Could you two come out here?”

  “Let the son of a bitch go get drunk!” Joe growled.

  “No. He can’t!” Mandy dropped the blanket and ran to the dresser, pulling out clothes haphazardly.

  “Why?”

  “He’s an alcoholic.”

  “An alcoholic? He never told me that.”

  “He’s been clean for years.”

  “But, I didn’t think shifters could get addicted.”

  “I don’t know about all shifters, but Eddie did and taking a drink over this is just stupid and I’m going to tell him so.” Mandy stumbled into a pair of panties, tugged on some jeans and pulled on a big T-shirt. She looked back at him with a frown. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

  “My clothes are upstairs.”

  “Oh. Well, put on what you wore last night. I have to go.” She ran to him, gave him a hard, fast kiss on the mouth and followed Sharon out of the room at a run.

  He winced. He loved kissing her but his mouth still hurt. He thought he knew Eddie. Thought there was mutual respect. He must have been wrong. Shit.

  Mandy ran into the kitchen behind Sharon to see her mother sitting at the kitchen table sobbing. She knelt and brushed away Carly’s tears.