by Leela Ash
With a furious mutter, she marched around the shrub, the now-forgotten rolling pin in her raised hands.
Bo caught movement from the corner of his eyes, saw the would-be assailant’s raised hands and without hesitation, he reacted. He turned away from the large orange cat, twisting his body to the side to avoid the blow he knew was coming. He sprang forward too and even as he did so, his quick mind registered the surprise on Jeanine’s face.
Jeanine!
He tried to slow his movement but he was already in motion.
He slammed into her and twisted mid-air making sure to place his body beneath hers as they crashed into the ground. The sound made the cat he had been trying to catch to bolt and run away.
Breathless silence reigned and then Bo lifted one hand with heartbreaking tenderness to caress the soft cheek of the woman lying flush against him. “Jeanine?”
No answer.
“Jeanine?” he repeated urgently. She was lifeless! He rolled, taking her with him as he went. He placed her back on the ground and leaned over her, his worried eyes scanning her face.
She wasn’t bleeding or anything. She was just …unconscious as though she had been knocked out.
He shook her shoulder, “Jeanine open your eyes dammit!”
He placed one finger beneath her nostrils and almost passed out himself with relief when he felt her breath against his finger. She was alive, thank God.
He would have to administer CPR, he decided. He massaged her chest as carefully as he could knowing that if he pressed too hard, he could break her ribs with his supernatural strength.
Then he bent his head and pressed his lips against hers and blew into her mouth. He wasn’t quite certain when the kiss started and the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation ended. But one minute he was helping her come to, the next his hands were massaging, stroking and kneading all over her body even as his tongue delved deep into her mouth, tangling with hers in a wild exotic dance.
Jeanine clung to him, her body gyrating with sinuous movements under his ministrations. Bo’s mind crowed with masculine delight as his hands smoothed over slim, silken thighs.
Her supple skin was so smooth he felt like burying his face in it. His hands shook as he stroked towards the juncture of her thighs — the naked juncture of her thighs.
Her warm, moist, feminine scent rose from her pussy to tease his nostrils and he buried his face in her neck, growling as his fingers finally encountered her wet, naked pussy. She had been stark naked beneath the virginal white of her nightgown!
With an audible groan, Bo dipped one finger into her very tight passage and the top of his head almost came off. She was so tight he was afraid he would hurt her if his entire finger entered her.
He carried the finger to his lips and licked off her sweet moist juices from it before returning it between her legs to dip it once more into her tight, wet core. His much wilder bear side strained to be free and he gritted his teeth reining it in with such effort that sweat stood out on his forehead in stark relief.
The effort to restrain himself from turning needed an outlet and he channeled his frustrated energy into finger-fucking Jeanine faster, faster, faster until his fingers were hammering in and out of her with almost supernatural speed.
Jeanine screamed, spreading impossibly wider for him as she clutched at his shoulders. Bo pressed harder, using a third finger to join the other two already in her pussy.
Jeanine was stretched and filled so completely that she could feel him in every inch of her. She moaned and adjusted her hips a little as a small sigh of discomfort escaped her throat. The slight sound communicated itself to Bo’s agile mind and he recalled his surroundings at once. What was wrong with him? He had been about to fuck her right there on the lawn hidden only by a shrub!
With a muffled curse he levered away from her even as the squad car screeched to a halt in the streets.
Bo shot an incredulous look at where two cops were racing towards the house then he whipped his head around to spear Jeanine with a look of pure shock, “You called the cops?”
She held out a hand to him, her arousal vanishing as reality crashed in. “I thought you were a thief. Help me up and I’ll go send them away.”
He yanked her to her feet and watched as she traipsed towards the front of the house to meet the cops. Two things struck him at once: first Jeanine had an artless sophistication that made her look like royalty even barefoot and in a nightgown. Next, she obviously didn’t realize that with her front door open and the light spilling out, her nightgown was transparent enough to make a man’s blood boil with anticipation and arousal. The two cops had noticed it within a split second though and their fascinated leers were enough to make Bo stamp towards the trio, anger in every cell of his body.
“Are you sure you don’t need us to stick around?” the younger of the two cops was asking. “Maybe you might need some help?”
He sounded so hopeful it was pathetic. If he hadn’t been little more than a kid, Bo would have planted a fist in his face for letting his eyes rove down the transparent length of Jeanine’s nightgown with such obvious hunger it bordered on a leer.
“No need,” Bo growled coming to stand in front of Jeanine and blocking their view of tantalizing female flesh. “I’ll see that she— gets all the help she needs tonight.”
His slight pause spoke volumes and Jeanine’s cheeks darkened with anger. So, he thought he was helping her did he? Perhaps he had heard the news about town on how she was so hard up for a man her mother had taken to match-making her with even married losers! So, he thought he’d been doing her a favor, did he? He was going to get her the help she needed to quench the fire in her pants, huh?
The cops exchanged a resigned look, oblivious to Jeanine’s inner turmoil, and then with silent nods they turned and sauntered away.
Bo turned to Jeanine, his jaw tense with what felt a whole lot like jealousy as he recalled how she had stood so unashamedly and let those cops leer at her body. He grabbed her shoulders and gave her a slight shake, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She wrenched away from his grasp her face twisted with even more fury as she tossed back at him, “Shouldn’t that be my line? Just when I start to think you’re a decent sort you go and prove me wrong!”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he ground out.
“You were going to maul me over there just now and you thought you were helping me? What did you think? That I’m Alcacia? Who you can just screw out in the wilds for all the world to see? I’m not the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am sort!”
“Jeanine—” he began with an infuriated roar as he reached for her.
“Fucking get your hands off me,” she hissed, stepping backwards and out of reach.
10.
Angry silence reigned as they both glared at each other. Then Jeanine turned and stalked towards her house with every intention of slamming the door shut behind her. She didn’t make it that far. Her bare foot came down very hard on something sharp and pointy and she cried out as pain racked her slim frame.
Bo was beside her in a flash, cursing as he bent to examine what she had stepped upon. He yanked a piece of broken bottle out of her foot in one deft motion and lifted her bodily into his arms.
Blood dripped as he carried her into the house. Jeanine was trying very hard not to cry as the pain seemed to spread through every nerve-ending.
Bo kicked the door shut behind him and deposited her onto the cushion with a gentleness that belied his strength.
“First aid?” he demanded.
“Kitchen, right upper shelf,” she gasped.
He dashed towards the kitchen and returned in a nanosecond, the box clutched in his hands. He proceeded to clean out the wound, his eagle eyes scanning for any more bit of glass as he worked. Satisfied that the wound was completely clean, he covered it with bandage and sat back on his haunches to examine his handiwork.
She was still in pain, he realized.
He returned t
o the kitchen and opened the fridge. He saw some cans of beer but that wasn’t what he was looking for. He spied a bar in a corner of the hallway and he checked through it. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey, poured some into a glass and tossed in a few ice cubes.
When he reached the living room, Jeanine was still lying where he had left her.
“Here, sit up and drink some,” he cooed as he lifted her upper body to a semi-seating position.
She drank obediently and in silence until the entire whiskey was drunk.
Then she slurred, “Y’know, I’ve never liked whiskey.”
Bo didn’t answer. He laid her back down on the cushion, his worried eyes on her strained features.
“C’mere” she slurred again.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “You can’t be drunk from of glass of whiskey.”
Her slight snore was his response. Bo stared down at her in stupefaction. She’d fallen asleep just like that!
Well, sleep was a good thing. Perhaps by the time she woke up the pain wouldn’t be so bad. He would wait until then, just in case, he decided.
He walked around the house, looking for her bedroom. He knew the moment he saw it; the room was a mass of contradictions just like its owner. Her bed, the duvet and her pillowcases were all pure virginal white, embroidered with lace and expensive silk. But her clothes were strewn haphazardly around the room; a boot caked in mud was in one corner of the room and her wardrobe doors stood wide open.
She was a slob and at the same time the pristine bed told a different story. She was like two people in one, he thought with a faint smile.
He returned downstairs, picked her up and carried her to her room. She muttered in her sleep and rubbed her cheek against his chest like a satisfied Cheshire cat.
Bo’s heart thudded in his chest as he laid her onto the bed. He was attracted to Jeanine, he admitted to himself as he watched her sleep. Everything about her affected him. He had become attached to her, like a fish to a hook and it had happened when he wasn’t looking.
Stunned by his realization, Bo sank onto the cushion in a corner of the room, his gaze fastened on Jeanine. Her chest rose and fell in steady breaths, oblivious to the shock that had rocked him to the depths of his soul. What was wrong with him? She was human. He had never wanted anything to do with a human. What was this?
He must have sat staring at her for hours until she stirred and her eyes fluttered open. Surprise crossed her face when she saw him seating there and he saw her turn to look out the windows. It was still night. She looked back at him and tried to speak. Her throat was dry and she couldn’t manage more than a croak.
Bo carried water to her lips and she drank deep. Her head fell back with a sigh and she blinked up at him in sleepy confusion, “Why are you still here?”
He shrugged, “Someone had to watch out for you.”
She scoffed. “I just had a tiny scratch on my instep. I’m not an invalid.”
Something in her words made him smile but she noticed that the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. His gaze slid downwards and away from her. Instinctively she looked downwards too and saw that her nipples had beaded into hard, visible points beneath the sheer fabric of her nightgown.
Without warning, desire pooled between her legs in such a dizzying rush that she gasped aloud without meaning to.
Bo’s eyes snapped up to hers in surprise and he read the answering passion in her gaze. With a groan, he bent towards her and covered her lips with his even as one hand boldly covered one hard nipple and began to flick and tease it.
Jeanine’s slim hands curved around his shoulders and her entire being exulted as she began to kiss him, her lips milking his for all she was worth.
His hands began a leisurely exploration of her supple body and she strained against him, wanting to be closer— wanting to be naked, she realized.
Jeanine’s hands drifted off his shoulders and began to drag her nightgown up in impatience. Bo was even more impatient. His lips left hers and fastened on her tight budded right nipple through the cotton of her nightdress.
Jeanine forgot her battle with her nightgown as passion exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors behind her eyes. She wanted him so bad it hurt. His lips and teeth were doing wicked magic to her nipples and she couldn’t stop her body from shivering with delight as he kissed and kissed and loved her. She wanted him with an intensity that defied logic.
Her hands grabbed his neck again and yanked his head up to hers. His lips melded with hers in another scalding kiss that made her forget her name for a second.
When he lifted his head for air, Jeanine’s eyes blazed into his with determination, “Make love to me, Beaufort.”
Surprise flared in his eyes and he swallowed, “I want that more than anything else in the world right now. But are you sure? I mean—”
“I want that more than anything else in the world right now,” she told him, throwing his words back at him with a mischievous grin.
He stared at her and then with slow deliberation, he took her lips again in a kiss. This time the kiss was slow, drugging, mind-blowing and so exciting she was half-afraid she would pass out from the sheer pleasure. He did something with his tongue as he kissed her and she gasped in reaction. Then, to her shock, her entire body contracted and she started to cum in wave after wave of pleasure as she strained and curved her soft skin into his hard length.
Bo was also surprised that a kiss had made her cum, but his masculine ego was immensely pleased. He couldn’t quite wipe the satisfied grin from his lips as he trailed them down to her neck.
Jeanine noticed, as she drifted back to earth, and she retaliated with a swift punch to his back. He laughed, acknowledging her pique and then all laughter fled as he rose to hover over her on his knees.
Bo slowly raised her dress until it was bunched above her chest revealing her naked, supple, pliant female form. Something in him roared, struggling to be free and he threw back his head as he strove for control.
Jeanine lifted the nightgown all the way over her head and flung it aside, her eyes smiling in soft welcome.
Bo pressed a kiss to her flat stomach before bending his head to kiss the soft, wet skin at the juncture of her thighs. She whimpered and spread her legs wide for him. He began to lick, kiss and stroke and in mere seconds she was another dizzying wave of sensation.
Her legs shook as she held them wide apart for him. He pressed one thick, long finger into her tight pussy drawing out moisture while his tongue flicked relentlessly against her clitoris.
Jeanine’s hands clutched his head, pressing it against her pussy as she writhed beneath his bold fingers and tongue. Her legs shook restlessly and she yanked at his hair, “Make love to me, now.”
He lifted his head and looked down at her, his eyes blazing with so much golden fire that their black depths almost vanished. “We have all night. I want to sample you like fine wine,” he murmured, his voice deep as it rumbled out of his chest.
“I want you inside me,” she gasped.
As though he had not heard her, he returned his head to that silken nest between her legs and kissed it with gentle fervency. Rockets exploded in her head and she sighed and spread her legs even wider at that sweet unselfish caress.
Bo levered off her and yanked his sweatshirt off and over his head and flung it off. Jeanine’s eyes caressed the wide expanse of his chest. He had hair clustered in silken ringlets on his chest and they tapered down in a straight line beneath his belly button to disappear into the band of his pants.
He was an unusually fine specimen of a man, Jeanine thought swallowing.
His fingers reached for the waistband of his trousers and he shoved it off his waist baring himself to her eyes.
Jeanine’s mouth went dry. He was so huge she felt a spurt of fear just looking at his size. Would he be able to enter her?
She had her answer as he lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and positioned his dick at the tip of her pussy. He looked into her eyes, his gaze
locked with hers so intently that she couldn’t look away even if she had wanted to.
He thrust his hips forward, entering her with just the tip of his penis. The head was so broad she felt stretched and that was even before he thrust again into her. She moaned with pleasure as he entered her in slow motions that thrust him inexorably deeper and deeper and deeper until he was buried in her to the hilt.
He was so deep inside of her that if she didn’t know better, she would have sworn he touched her womb!
His gaze was still locked on hers, memorizing every reaction, drinking in every expression as he began to make love to her.
“You’re so huge,” she gasped as pleasure exploded within her with each thrust.
“And you’re so tight,” he threw back, his eyes alive with approval.
Jeanine’s cheeks bloomed with color. She had received a lot of compliments in her lifetime but she couldn’t recall ever been complimented on her pussy.
“You’re so sweet, so sweet,” he murmured, thrusting faster.
One large hand covered her breast as he fucked her harder, faster. She clung to his forearms her body trembling as he entered her faster and faster and deeper.
He lifted his hips slightly changing the angle as he entered her with more urgent thrusts. Jeanine’s pussy was so wet, making it easy for him to thrust.
Lightening speared through her body, gathering between her legs until she had no defense against the myriad of sensations forcing her towards an orgasm. In less than a minute the fury was on her and she screamed as her body ached and shuddered and surrendered in wave after wave of crashing orgasm.
Bo threw back his head with an almighty roar even as he joined her in flying over the edge as orgasm wracked his large frame as well. His neck corded as he shook and pulsed and his hands held her hips in place as he poured his seed straight into her wet, willing pussy.
Their harsh breaths mingled as they both collapsed in an exhausted heap on the bed in a tangle of limbs and sheets. Bo lazily closed his mouth over one nipple sucking with lazy leisure as one hand kneaded the other breast absently.