by Sierra Brave
She sighed as she filled a glass with water from the sink. After opening the box and retrieving the directions, she sat down on the toilet lid to read. She took the medicine as directed before exiting the bathroom.
The lights had been turned off, save for the orb-like night-light on her bedside table. She took a few steps closer to her bed. Spotting Mal curled up under her sheets, a knot formed in her stomach. Part of her wanted to jump his bones, but the rest of her was pissed.
“Why are you still here?” The sound of fake snoring filled the distance between them and she rolled her eyes. “Seriously?” Squinting, he opened one eye to see if she was buying his nonsense, quickly snapping the lid shut when he saw her standing with her hand on her hip while staring at him. The faux snoring began anew. “You’re not getting any more coochie.”
“Pfft.” Catching himself, Mal pressed his face into the pillow.
Suki crawled up next to him. “Oh, that’s funny?” She snatched the pillow out from under his head before smacking him with it only to be mocked by more raucous laughter.
“I’m sorry, but who says coochie?”
She frowned. “Me.” She nudged his shoulder. “What should I have said? The P-word.”
A huge smile overtook his face before he opened his mouth and cackled. “The P-word…ha, ha, oh, my God.” He held his stomach, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “And you’re a nurse.”
Furious, Suki balled up her fists and squealed before turning her back on him and flopping down on her side. “You stay on your side of the bed.”
“Okay.” Even as he agreed, the mattress shifted beneath her, the fitted sheet pulling as he scooted closer an inch at a time.
She gritted her teeth, waiting for him to close the gap and hating herself for wanting him to so damn much. Why does he have to smell so good and be so gorgeous? Within ten minutes, his breath warmed her nape. A moment later, his hard chest met her back while his cock pushed against her ass. She wiggled her butt and sucked in her breath as his shaft throbbed in response. He wrapped his arm around her midsection.
“If you don’t want any more of this,” he thrust his cock against her bottom. “Best quit teasing and go to sleep.” His husky whisper sent a quiver up her spine. She forced her eyes closed, and pressed her thighs together, attempting to clear her mind of all the dirty thoughts.
“Feels like you belong tucked up next to me…like I’ll never be able to sleep again without you there.” He nuzzled at the shell of her ear, nibbling the lobe.
Shit, if that’s a line, it’s working. She pursed her lips, hoping her heavy breathing wasn’t so noticeable.
He caressed her hip, the bulge of his dick inside his underwear sliding up and down against her rump. “I know I’m coming on strong, but I’ve never felt this way before.”
“You sound like you have a lot of experience.” A gnarling pain settled in her stomach as she awaited his answer.
“Some. I dated a few shifter girls before I left the mountain but have mostly kept time with humans since. How about you? Is there anyone I’m going to need to scare off?”
She shook her head but didn’t want to admit there’d never been anyone in her heart but him. “I’ve never been serious with anyone. I went to bed with my studies. There’s a lot to learn in this world.”
Mal chuckled. “True enough. I reckon you’ll have to teach me some of what you know.” He kissed the cradle of her neck. “Let me educate you a little more too.” He tugged gently at her waistband as if to ask for permission.
“I don’t know.” The lie slipped through her lips even as her nipples poked against her thin night-shirt.
“Sweetie, I only showed you the basics of my expertise, but you’re an honor student. Aren’t you hungry for something a little more in-depth?”
“Fuck.” She rolled over, facing him. Her hands pressing against his pectorals. This is my chance. I just need to slap to him. She lifted her shaky hand ready pop him one, but he pressed his palm against hers, entwining their fingers. He dipped forward, capturing her bottom lip for a tiny peck before pushing into a more passionate kiss. Conceding, Suki’s muscle’s relaxed as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, welcoming his tongue.
Guttural noises stuck in her throat as Mal’s knee parted her legs, pushing between. She clenched her stomach as he pinned her arm behind her back, continuing to devour her. Breaking the kiss on a moan, he released his grip only to untie and then take ahold of her pants. She lifted her ass off the bed, allowing him to scoot the pajama bottoms off. After splaying her legs wide, he looked her in the eye. “Since I was such an ass earlier, I’ll make it up to you—this will be an all oral exam.”
He slipped down under the covers. While grasping her thighs, he used his mouth to form a seal over her pussy.
She stared up at the ceiling, her heart racing. “Oh, God!”
Chapter Nine
Suki blinked awake, warm beneath her covers but surprised to find herself alone in bed. After serving her no less than four orgasms, Mal had returned her sleep pants before kissing her good-night and snuggling up beside her. She smiled, recalling his generosity as she breathed in the smell of cinnamon and apples and lifted her arms above her head to stretch.
A few minutes later, her alarm clock squawked, alerting her to the online course she had to log in to within an hour. Heavy footsteps brought her gaze to her wide-open bedroom door, and she pulled her blanket up over her chest. Mal stepped inside carrying the bamboo serving tray she’d often used to bring the old doc his meals while he was bedridden.
“Good morning.” He grinned, his eyes shining as he walked over to her.
“Where’s the police officer?”
He settled the tray down over her lap. “They had to go. Most of them left last night, but Officer Mets left after coffee this morning.”
“Oh.” Her gaze settled on the sparse breakfast of oatmeal with an apple, cinnamon and walnut topping and a cup of coffee with some packets of sweeteners and creamers on the side. A small vase with a cutting of a lovely white flower she recognized as one that grew along the trellis of the estate’s veranda spruced up the otherwise meager offering. “What do we have here?”
“I’m not much of a cook, and I tend to stick to the bland chicken and broccoli, but when I want something sweet, I know how to make my own syrups with fruit and a little artificial sweetener. I chopped the walnuts and apples nice and small so they’ll mix well and have a nice texture.” He picked up the utensil and spooned a taste into her mouth.
Suki’s eyebrows lifted as she rolled the mixture around on her tongue, savoring the combination of flavors. “Mmm.” He glanced at his face as she swallowed. “I’m not usually a fan of oatmeal, but this is delicious. You worked hard on this.” He took the spoon from him and had some more.
“I’m glad you like it. I was nervous since you don’t eat meat, I wasn’t sure if eggs were a no also. Otherwise, I would have gone for French toast.”
She nodded. “I love French toast. Eggs are okay, but I prefer an egg substitute.”
“Good to know.”
“Your dad was on a special diet while I was taking care of him. I imagine Ms. Hammond did most of his cooking too when she lived here. Did he eat meat when you were growing up?”
The sides of his mouth fell, forming a line, and he shrugged. Clearly bringing up his dad had been a bad idea, but he answered, “I wouldn’t know. We never took meals together.”
Aghast, Suki looked down at her bowl to avoid showing her expression. “Not ever?”
“Umm, not that I remember. No. He was gone when Mama C got me up in the morning, and he ate or drank himself into a stupor in his study in the evenings.”
“I’m sorry.” She poured a container of cream into her coffee before taking a sip.
“One cream. I’ll remember next time.”
Her lips curved into a small smile as she brought the coffee back to her mouth, holding the white mug with both hands. “How are you feeling th
is morning?”
“My backs a little sore where it’s bruised. My head’s fine so I don’t think he hit me there.”
“That’s good. What Doc Jenkins said…do you think it’s true?”
She lifted her eyes, her gaze meeting his even as she took another sip. “About the brain damage?”
He nodded.
“It’s true, but you had such a high IQ to begin with, you weren’t affected too badly as long as you didn’t re-injure yourself.” She paused, setting the mug down on the tray. “At least that’s what your father told me. I never saw your medical records.”
“My intelligence was affected though?”
“A little…you dropped about twenty points.”
His eyes widened. “Shit! That’s a lot.”
“Not so much for you. You went from about one-forty to one-twenty—still well above average.”
He looked off to the side as if thinking things over. “He told you that too.”
She shrugged. “Before he was bedridden, we were colleagues, but he believed in me, encouraged me, even sponsored me. Once the illness had him in its grip, he asked me to take care of him, and I couldn’t say no.” She chuckled. “His personal assistant was pissed as hell. He’d already been interviewing candidates.”
“That guy’s a prick.”
“No arguments here. He hated me, but Doc Patterson trusted me and that was all that mattered. Most days, there wasn’t too much to do but set up IVs or administer medication, but he didn’t like television. He wanted to play cards and talk, and he talked about you a lot.” She scraped the inside of the bowl with her spoon to scoop out the last bit of oatmeal. Surprisingly, the nuts had made the seemingly light breakfast rather filling.
“All done?” He smiled before moving the tray to the dresser. “Maybe we can revisit where we left off last night.” He sat next to her, trailing his hand up her leg.
She tilted her head and pursed her lips. “Okay, but on a couple of conditions.”
He tugged at her clothing. “What’s that?”
“I have a class so let me take the lead, and afterward, I want you to go by the clinic and get checked out.”
“Deal.” His voice was muffled by the proximity of her skin as he pressed his lips against her neck.
“Mmm, feels nice, but I want to be in control this time or did you already forget.”
He sat upright and looked her in the eyes before reaching out and caressing her hair. “Yes, ma’am, I’m not afraid of a strong woman. Tell me what to do.”
“Strip!” Heat bloomed along her cheeks as he hopped up and began to remove his clothes, humming a tune as he gyrated his hips. Suki’s mouth watered. Still sexy even when playing the fool. Despite her inexperience, a lifetimes worth of sizzling romance novels had put some ideas in her head, and she had something special in mind.
“Bow-Chicka-Wow-Wow.” He yanked his underwear off and tossed them on the floor, his long, veiny cock swaying as he continued to dance.
Her heart fluttered as her pussy tingled. “Now I want you on your hands and knees.”
His eyes grew as big around as silver dollars as his mouth gaped open. “Huh?”
“You heard me.” She patted the bed next to her.
He sucked in a deep breath and climbed onto the mattress. Suki popped up on her knees, placing a hand on each of his buttocks. “What are you up to, girl?” Instead of answering, she slowly dragged her nails over his skin. “Ahhh. Feels good, but this position is embarrassing.”
“I didn’t complain when you had me the same way.” While reaching between his legs, she stroked his stiff dick. The sound of his breath hitching filled her with desire. She wrapped her hand around his shaft before caressing him from hilt to tip. With her other hand, she cupped his balls. He groaned.
Suki kissed the small of his back before nibbling her way across the curve of his ass. She pulled his cock between his thighs. “Oh, hell!”
He leaned down on his elbows, lifting his bottom higher. She wrapped her lips around the head of his dick, sucking him from behind. She drew him toward her throat two more times before opening her mouth and tracing the edge between the shaft and cap with her tongue. His moans resonated in the air around them. She lapped up and down the length before engulfing his girth again, stretching the corners of her mouth. As a few droplets of pre-cum spilled on her tongue, she tasted his flavor and moaned, her knees wobbling. She slurped hard, releasing him with a sloppy popping sound.
“Roll over.”
He moved with quickness, turning over on his back, his throbbing cock standing up to greet her. Suki smiled as she straddled him. He grasped her hips as she lowered herself over him, her pussy slowly stretching to accommodate his size.
“You’re wet. Did you like having me in your mouth that much?”
Her cheeks burned all the way to her ears as she glanced at his chest. “I guess I must have. Oh, crap…condoms.” She glanced around the room until she saw the bag on the floor. After easing off of him, she retrieved the prophylaxis, tearing open the packet with her teeth before rolling the latex covering down over his erection.
She re-positioned her body and then slid her cunt down over the head of his cock. He thrust upward while yanking her hips down. Still a little sore from the previous evening, she gasped, placing her palms on his chest. Their gazes locked, each breathing heavily. She rode him in a slow rhythm, twisting her pelvis to subtly find the best way to point him toward her special spot. As he reached around and squeezed her ass, she groaned, closing her eyes while licking her lips. Her heart pounded and she tightened her stomach. “Ah, ah, oh yeah, it’s good.”
When she opened her eyelids, she noticed Mal staring at her as if mesmerized by the rising and falling of her body. His mouth open, his chest heaved. “Damn, Suki. You are so beautiful.” He lifted his hand. Instinctively, she placed her palm against his. Their fingers entwined, forming one fist. She tightened her grip, using his strength for more leverage. He squeezed his eyes shut as his chin lifted toward the ceiling and he moaned.
The walls of her pussy gripped his shaft, marinating the length in her wetness. He placed his thumb against his lips, wetting the pad with his tongue before he pressed the calloused digit against her clit. She cried out with pleasure at first contact, and as he strummed the sensitive button, tremors from her pussy radiated out toward her limbs. “I…I’m supposed to be in control.”
“You keep on like this, and I’m going to come. I want us to do it together.” His eyes grew darker with the expansion of his pupils. She nodded as he moved his thumb faster. Her crème drenched his cock, encouraging her to ride with more vigor, and the nipples of her large bouncing breasts stiffened into hard peaks. She tensed her stomach as he squeezed her hand. “Come on, baby.”
“Aghhh!” Her orgasm struck like a shockwave, releasing the built-up tension in a blissful torrent. She clenched down against his cock as he grunted while releasing inside of her. Spent, she collapsed on top of him as she tried to catch her breath.
He rubbed her back and kissed her temple. “Such a good girl.” As he pulled out of her, some remnants of their coupling spilled out. “Uh-oh, I think the condom broke.”
She bit down on her bottom lip. “Hmm, well, I just took that pill last night so I think it should be alright.” She pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to his pounding heart as she took fast, shallow breaths.”
“Cool.”
She pushed upright. “Shit. I still have that class.” Carefully scooting off the bed, she stood on shaky legs, holding the bedpost to prevent a fall. “I’m going to hop in the shower and threw on some clothes. Don’t forget you promised to go to the doctor.”
Suki hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Catching a glimpse of her sweat-covered body and flushed skin, she shook her head. Oh, girl…you are so reckless with your heart. What are you going to do if he’s not serious about you?
Chapter Ten
Since the house his dad built for
his mom didn’t lack washrooms, Mal found an unoccupied shower and freshened up—he couldn’t very well show up at the clinic smelling of sex. After dressing, he headed out through the servants’ entrance and was surprised to find someone skulking about in the shadows. Reaching out and grabbing the figure by the collar, he yanked him out into the light. “Oh, you son-of-a-bitch! I got you now.”
A thin man with short, blond hair and silver-wire-framed glasses grappled at Mal’s arm while attempting to push him away. “What do you think you are doing, Malcolm Patterson?”
Hearing his name spoken threw him enough to loosen his grip but not enough to let go of the lanky fellow wiggling at the end of his grip like a worm on a hook. For someone so tall, he had an incredibly small head, and his long, narrow nose seemed to take up most of his face. “You tell me what you’re doing here first? Did ya’ think you’d come back and finish the job now that the cops are gone? Not so easy to take me down when my back isn’t turned.”
A deep frown overtook the man’s face. “I assure you I have no idea what you are talking about! Do you not recognize me? I’ve been your father’s assistant for years.”
“Wormer?” Mal had no recollection of what Jason Wormer looked like. If they’d met before he left for college, Mal couldn’t remember.
“Indeed.” He released the middle-aged, pencil-pusher, allowing him to once again stand without the aid of his tiptoes. Wormer hemmed and huffed as he straightened his clothes.
“Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing sneaking around out here.” Mal folded his arms over his chest.