Rake: Wolfes of Manhattan Four

by HELEN HARDT

  And yeah, I was huge. Point one for me.

  “Zee…”

  She pulled her gaze up and met mine. “Please.”

  “You are testing me at every turn.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Come on. You’re not that naïve. You know I’m attracted to you. I’ve told you. I’m not made of rock, you know.”

  Well, a certain part of me was at the moment.

  She walked into the shower. “It’s a huge shower. There’s room for both of us.”

  “That’s not the point, and you know it. I’m trying to be a gentleman here, and you’re making it very difficult.”

  “Maybe… Maybe that’s what I want.”

  No, Reid. You’re not going to fuck your father’s victim. Yeah, it was your first plan, but you promised Riley. You promised your baby sister.

  No, you won’t. You won’t. You won’t.

  Before I could think anything more, I grabbed her and crushed my mouth to hers.

  A kiss.

  Just a kiss.

  I was disciplined. I could stop at a kiss.

  I probed the seam of her lips. Open, Zee. Open for me.

  As if she read my mind, her lips parted, and I delved into her.

  This kiss… All I’d done so far was give her quick pecks on the lips. Each time, I was left unsatisfied.

  And this time…

  Her tongue was velvety smooth and minty. She’d brushed her teeth, most likely. But it was more than just the stark mint of toothpaste. She had another flavor—like fresh winter snow and iced cranberries—that was uniquely her.

  Fresh winter snow and iced cranberries… Who the hell talked like that?

  Fuck, she made me insane.

  I deepened the kiss, still determined that I’d go no further.

  Our tongues slid together, and within a few moments, she became more active in the kiss, smoothing her tongue between my lips as well.

  My dick was granite. Could cut a diamond as hard as it was.

  Only a kiss.

  Not a fuck.

  A kiss.

  A kiss I’d continue, until—

  She pulled away, our lips separating with a smack, panting.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

  “I’m… I’m…”

  “What is it?”

  “I’ve never felt… Oh my God, Reid. Something’s happening to me.”

  Shit. I’d gone too far. Too damned far. “I’m so sorry.”

  “No. It’s not that. I’ve never… I mean…”

  My father had hunted her. Was it possible he hadn’t raped her? I’d be thrilled if that were the case. “Shit. I just assumed. Are you a virgin?”

  “No. I mean, it’s been a long time, but no. And before you ask, they didn’t. Not during the hunt. I don’t know if they would have, but I got away before…”

  “Thank God.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “Then what’s wrong?”

  “I’ve never… I feel so…” She pulled her wet hair back from her face. “I want you to make me come.”

  So that was it. She hadn’t come in a while. Perhaps never. I was a master of the female orgasm. I could make a woman come with a look. Okay, not really, but pretty close.

  She was ripe as a red tomato and probably just as juicy.

  Damn it.

  I could eat her, finger her, perhaps just suck on those luscious nipples, and she’d come.

  But if I went that far…

  Could I stop myself from jamming my cock into her and fucking her into next week?

  “Please, Reid,” she said again. “Please.”

  27

  Zee

  My body wasn’t my own. Except that it was. In a way, it felt more my own than it ever had. Something awakened in me—something hot and passionate and pure at the same time.

  This man.

  How did I want him so much, knowing who he came from?

  Knowing who he resembled?

  But Reid was sweet. He had a good heart. He’d protected me.

  And that kiss…

  I trembled beneath the pelting water. Seriously trembled, despite the warmth surrounding me. Yearning surged through me, and my core, that secret place that had sometimes sizzled but never boiled…

  It was boiling now.

  “Touch me,” I begged. “Please.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Please.” I closed my eyes, letting one hand wander over my right breast. I shivered again.

  Reid audibly sucked in a breath. “Fuck.”

  I gathered my courage. “Please. Touch me. Kiss me. Kiss my neck. My nipples. Please.”

  “Fuck,” he said again, and then his lips were on mine once more.

  I opened quickly this time, taking his tongue into my mouth and giving him mine.

  I’d never kissed anyone like this before, and part of me knew I never would again.

  So I wanted this. I wanted him. Reid Wolfe would give me enough for a lifetime, and I’d be satisfied. I could go back to Las Vegas and live out my life as a showgirl until I got too old. I was building up a nest egg. I’d be okay once I retired.

  And I’d know I’d experienced perfection just once.

  We kissed and we kissed and we kissed.

  Still, his hands didn’t stray. So I took the lead. I brushed one hand across his arm, taking his hand and leading it to my left breast.

  Just the touch made me shiver even as the steam clouded around me.

  He slid his finger over the top of my breast—over the scar. Then he broke our kiss.

  “I’m so sorry he did this to you.” Reid’s voice cracked.

  No! Don’t want to think about that right now. Want to think about the man touching me, not the man who made the scar.

  Who is the father of the man—

  “No!” I said aloud.

  Reid dropped his hand.

  Quick as lightning, I grabbed it and brought it back to my breast. “I meant no as in don’t stop. Please.”

  “But—”

  “I want only this moment, Reid. Please. Only this moment with you and me. Without anyone else here. This is part of me, and I want you to touch all of me.”

  He trailed his fingers over the scar once more. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry. Just touch me.”

  He moved gently over the scar and downward, cupping my breast. “So beautiful.” He stroked his thumb over my hard nipple.

  I gasped as pleasure jolted through me.

  This is my body. I’m taking back my body.

  Then the words dissolved into feeling in my mind. Words no longer mattered. Only the emotion coiling from my gut outward through my fingers and toes.

  All tingles, all warmth, all hot lava.

  Reid brought his hand to my other breast, fingering the scar again and then cupping and thumbing the nipple.

  Both nipples stretched forward, and my breasts tingled.

  I throbbed between my legs as vivid images coursed through my mind. Images of our bodies entwined, our lips fused, his dick…

  It hung between us, erect and proud.

  I sucked in a breath and grasped his length.

  A groan vibrated from his chest.

  I didn’t know much about how to handle a penis, but I knew men liked just about anything down there. The warm water rained over us, and I worked my fist back and forth over him.

  He groaned again, his eyes closed.

  “Make me come,” I said again.

  He trailed one hand down my abdomen to my vulva. Then—

  “Oh!”

  When his fingers met my clit, I wanted to explode. Every particle of energy became my pussy. Empty, so empty. I never knew how empty I was and how much I longed to be filled.

  Too much. Too soon.

  But his fingers swirling over my clit…

  Heaven, pure heaven.

  My breathing became more rapid, and soft moans escaped my throat.

  Please. Please. Please.
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  The only word I could manage.

  Still his strong fingers circled that most intimate part of me that was sprouting all kinds of pleasure.

  “Fuck it,” he finally said and dropped to his knees before me.

  He slid his tongue over my clit—so soft and slick—and then something crawled along my flesh. Something so fresh and vibrant…

  A new feeling…

  A new feeling I wanted more of…

  Another swipe of his tongue. One more, and—

  I crashed. I yelled. I broke into glorious pieces.

  My fingers found their way to his hair, threading through the wet silk, pushing his face against my pussy, as words floated in the air around us. In my voice.

  What words? I couldn’t say.

  More. More. More.

  The feelings intensified, and the hot water showering me glittered like diamonds.

  More. More. More.

  Never want it to end. Never… Never…

  Until Reid moved away, and the feelings became less intense, less magnified…

  And I floated back down to reality, landing as if a soft blanket had been laid out before me.

  I felt satisfaction in the most beautiful way.

  He’d done what I asked. He made me come.

  And I knew my life would never be the same.

  28

  Reid

  Her pussy tasted like her mouth, only more so. And all I’d done was lick her clit. I hadn’t dived between those long, lean legs and shoved my tongue into her wet heat. I’d wanted to, but I held myself in check.

  She asked me to make her come, and clearly she’d been ready.

  I was good, but yeah, this had been amazing.

  My dick pulsed between my legs.

  I remembered…

  How I’d felt when she grabbed it, worked it…

  How hard I’d gritted my teeth together to keep from exploding from her mere touch.

  How was it possible that I wanted her so much? More than I’d ever wanted another woman?

  Her new blond hair was wet and stuck to her shoulders and neck. Her nipples were still hard and taut. And her pussy… So pink and swollen… An invitation if I’d ever seen one…

  But she was done. Complete.

  And I’d been left unsatisfied.

  Oddly, I was okay with that. Making her come had felt good. Damned good.

  Sure, I loved giving women pleasure, but I’d always thought of it as a prelude to my own pleasure.

  Here I was, balls as blue as ever, and I felt great.

  Unsatisfied, but great.

  So strange.

  I stood and pulled Zee into my arms. She was still trembling, almost crying but not quite.

  “You okay?” I whispered loud enough to be heard against the shower.

  “Better than okay. Thank you.”

  “You don’t have to thank me.”

  She said nothing, just stayed plastered against me. The water rained upon us for a few more minutes.

  Then she pulled back. “I don’t think I’m done.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “That was amazing. Better than anything. But I still feel…”

  “What?”

  “Empty. Yeah. Empty.”

  No. Not that word. Empty. My cock could ease that emptiness. I knew it instinctively.

  I also knew she wasn’t ready.

  “You just need to relax. Settle down. Finish your shower, and you—”

  She planted a kiss on my mouth and then met my gaze. “You know what I need.”

  To the contrary, I had no idea what Zee needed. I did, however, know exactly what I needed, and it wasn’t a tender hand or a slow fuck.

  It was a hard fuck. A fuck where I pounded her against the slick walls of my shower. An animal fuck.

  “You’re not ready,” I said.

  She took one of my hands and led it to her pussy. “I am.”

  Fuck, she was slick as my herbal shampoo. And warm. Make that hot.

  Without thinking, I slid a finger into her.

  She moaned softly.

  “Feel good?” I asked.

  “Better than good.”

  I fingered her gently, finding her G-spot and giving it a good press.

  “Oh!” She nearly lost her footing.

  I steadied her with my free arm. Get hold of yourself, Reid. You aren’t going to fuck her.

  But my dick had a mind of its own. I slid my finger out of her, hoisted her slick body into my arms, and set her down on my hard cock.

  Fuck. There was no going back now.

  She and I were fucking. In my shower. And my God, I felt like I’d come home.

  So tight and ridged. So perfect around my hardness, as if she’d been created for me.

  I stayed embedded inside her for a few precious seconds, trying to get her used to me, but then I could hold on no longer.

  I moved her off of me and then plunged her back down again.

  She screamed, but it was a good scream. Her eyes were closed and her breasts flushed from more than the water, which had become lukewarm.

  “Yes, yes.” The words left her throat in a gasp.

  Yes. That was all I needed.

  I pushed her against the shower wall and thrust up into her. Again. Again. Again.

  I clenched my teeth, grasping every last shred of control I had to make this last. To make it good for her.

  But stick a fork in me. I was done.

  I plunged into her as far as I could, my balls scrunched and aching for release.

  And I gave in.

  The orgasm ripped through me with explosive force, and for the first time, not just my cock was involved.

  Every cell of my body seemed to hum with the climax.

  I shuddered all over.

  The release went on and on, and I stayed inside Zee, pinning her to the shower wall, complete in a way I’d never experienced before.

  My cheek was flush against her neck and shoulder, and I made my legs go rigid so I wouldn’t collapse and bring us both to the hard shower floor.

  We panted against each other, our bodies still fused.

  After timeless moments, my dick slid out of her and I gently released her as her feet touched the floor.

  I had to look at her. Tell her I hadn’t meant to go so far.

  Apologize.

  “Wow,” was all I said, though.

  Seemed to sum it up pretty perfectly as far as I was concerned.

  But more of my concern was for the woman who grabbed a shampoo bottle and squeezed some into her palm. She spread it on my hair, digging her fingertips into my scalp.

  “Zee…”

  “Shh,” she said. “Don’t say anything. I don’t want to think about any consequences right now. I just want to live in this moment. With you.”

  Okay. I’d take it. At least until the water got so cold we had to turn it off. The steam was dissipating.

  She massaged my scalp for a wonderful minute and then moved me toward one of the pulsating shower heads, where she helped me rinse it out. She shampooed her own hair then, and though I wanted more than anything to do it for her, all I could do was stare.

  Stare at this beautiful woman who I’d just fucked hard against a wall.

  This woman who deserved a much gentler hand. A much gentler touch.

  She washed her body then, so I did the same, and by the time we were ready to leave the shower, the water had indeed turned uncomfortably cool.

  I opened the glass door, grabbed two fluffy black bath sheets, and wrapped one around Zee. Such a shame to cover her up, but she’d catch a chill otherwise.

  I kept my teeth from chattering as I dried off with the other sheet and then wrapped it around my waist.

  Her hair was wet and sticking to her forehead and neck, but God…had she ever looked more beautiful?

  “I’m not sorry,” she said abruptly.

  “I’m glad.”

  “Are you?”

  “Sorry?” I sig
hed. “It’s not how I meant for it to go.”

  “Really? It was amazing.”

  “Well…yeah. It was great. But I didn’t mean to do it at all.”

  “Why not? We both wanted it.”

  “But you… I didn’t want it like this with you. I shouldn’t have done it.”

  “You’re the Wolfe of Manhattan,” she said, looking down. “It’s what you do.”

  “Not with you,” I countered, more harshly than I meant to.

  She looked up, her eyes glassy, sad. “I’m no different than any other woman.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  “I’m not. Do you think other women don’t have pasts?”

  “Not like yours.”

  “Maybe not exactly like mine, but you’d be surprised. You should see the bruising and scarring I see on some of my cast mates. And Reid, some scars aren’t visible.”

  “You’re different, though. My father—”

  She placed her hand over my mouth harshly. “Don’t go there. I didn’t.”

  No, she hadn’t. If she had, none of this would have happened.

  “Part of me will always go there,” I said. “Do you think it’s been easy for me? You’re beautiful. I promised my sister I wouldn’t touch you.”

  “Your sister? What does she have to do with this?”

  “She… Well, all of us were victims of our father, but not like you were.”

  “I try not to dwell on it. Some days are better than others, but for the most part I’ve put it in the past.” She took the second towel I handed her and swept her wet hair into a turban.

  “And today?” I asked.

  She smiled shyly. “Today was the most amazing day of my life.”

  29

  Zee

  My words rang so true.

  I’d steered clear of relationships—clear of men, honestly—because I didn’t imagine myself ever being so attracted to a man to become intimate.

  I had a boyfriend when I was a teenager. I was homeschooled by a tutor, but he went to the local high school. We met through a local church group. He took my virginity, and then, once we broke up, I had a one-nighter at a party—one of the only parties I attended at that age—with a jock from the local high school. Both were enjoyable, but neither was anything close to my experience with Reid Wolfe.