Wild Ones (14 page)

I ran my eyes
over his face and slowly down his body. Yep, this choice had
everything to do with biology, and very little to do with emotions.
He was smoking fucking hot, and I had nothing better to do
tonight.

"Let's go
then," I said to him, and he twined his fingers between mine in a
strangely intimate way, and we walked out of the hospital
together.

We decided to
leave my car in the hospital parking lot under the watchful eyes of
the security cameras. He opened the door of a late model SUV for
me, and I hopped up into the spacious interior, and buckled myself
in. I was starting to wonder if I'd made the right decision, and
wondered if it would be rude to dive out of the car and make a run
for it. I had half decided to just do it, when the engine started
up and the car started moving. Too late.

He drove well,
his hands resting loosely on the steering wheel. I gazed blindly
out of the window, intensely aware of the man in the seat next to
me. I wondered over and over again if I was completely and utterly
mad to do this, trying to ignore the mounting excitement and
trepidation I was feeling. I was in such a state by the time he
pulled the car into a driveway, that I wasn't sure if I would be
able to function like a normal human being. Walking and talking and
breathing and suchlike. Basic stuff.

Next thing Hugo
was opening my door and leaning across me and releasing the catch
on my seatbelt. He took one of my hands I had clutched together on
my lap, and held it up to his lips, gently kissing the palm.

"Don't be
afraid," he said softly as he smiled at me. "I won't hurt you."

I looked at him
for a few long seconds, and nodded. He helped me out of the car,
and I was surprised to find that I was able to walk without
stumbling at all. He led me to the front door and opened it wide,
standing back so I could enter before him. The lights were on,
illuminating a warm, comfortable looking room. Thick rugs lay on a
polished wooden floor, and a couple of old, dark leather couches
were arranged around a large flat screen television, and an
imposing looking sound system. I stood uncertainly in the centre of
the room.

Hugo shut the
door behind him, and removed his suit jacket, draping it over an
old fashioned hat stand. He removed his tie and loosened the top
two buttons of his white shirt, revealing a lightly tanned and
muscular neck. I exhaled sharply, and shut my eyes, trying
desperately not to wonder how that smooth skin tasted. When I
opened them again he was standing inches from me, staring at me
intently, his eyes heavy with lust. I leaned forward and licked the
skin at the base of his neck, and grinned when I heard his sharp
intake of breath. I moved closer, enjoying the effect I seemed to
be having on this man. He groaned as my breasts brushed against his
chest, and he curled the fingers of his right hand into my still
wet hair, and crushed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth in
invitation and he groaned again. His tongue found mine, and his
left hand settled on my back under my shirt, pressing my body
against his. I could feel his erection against my lower belly,
thick and hard. I rubbed my body against it, and he suddenly lifted
his head and gazed down at my upturned face.

"You want
this?" he asked huskily.

"Yes," was all
I managed. He gripped my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, and
removed my bra with a practised flick of his fingers. He cupped
both of my breasts in his hands, his thumbs stroking my nipples. I
gasped and felt a hot rushing sensation in my lower belly and
between my legs. He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth,
sucking and nipping it, while he undid my jeans and pulled them
off, removing my panties and shoes at the same time. He stood back
then, his eyes running over my naked body.

"God, you're
beautiful," he breathed, as he started removing his own clothes. I
stood and watched him through heavy lidded eyes, appreciating the
movement of his muscles under his skin. His erection sprung free
from his shorts as he removed them and I inhaled sharply. He smiled
at me and stepped forwards, grabbing my butt and lifting me so that
his swollen cock rubbed against my wet core. I grabbed his
shoulders, and rested my face against his neck.

"Please," I
groaned against his skin.

"Now?"

"Yes, now," I
said urgently, and felt him sliding slowly inside me, and my
tissues wet and ready and stretching to accommodate him. He lowered
me slowly, his eyes watching my face as he filled me. I stared back
at him with glazed eyes, breathing shallowly and biting my lower
lip.

"Jesus," he
said softly.

"Hmmm," I
groaned again. He walked forward a few steps then, and I felt a
wall against my back. His hands moved to stroke the insides of my
thighs, and then underneath them so he held me up with my legs
apart. I held onto his shoulders and leaned back against the wall
as he started moving in and out of me, slowly and controlled. I
looked down at his slick cock as it disappeared inside me and
shuddered, feeling the first tiny ripples of pleasure flicker
through me. I lay my head back against the wall and surrendered to
the incredible sensations licking through my body like a searing
flame, burning me up and making me scream with ecstasy as I came,
my body clenching reflexively around his cock. I opened my eyes to
see him staring at my face, and then he gave a long drawn out groan
and I felt him spasming deep inside me. He collapsed against me
then, burying his face in my neck.

"You can put me
down now," I suggested gently when my legs starting to ache.

"I don't want
to," he mumbled into my neck.

I chuckled.
"Please?"

He sighed
dramatically as he lowered me to the floor. "You hungry?"

"Surprisingly,
yes."

"Come on then,"
he said as he took my hand and led me through to the kitchen.
"Pizza?"

"Yes,
please."

"You're not
vegetarian, are you?"

"Nope."

"Have a seat,"
he said, indicating a chunky wooden barstool.

"I need to put
some clothes on," I told him.

"No you don't,"
he grinned at me. "I think you look beautiful like that."

"Yes, but I'm
going to leak all over your chair," I said, and blushed as I saw
his gaze directed at the fluid running down my thighs. He came and
knelt in front of me, and traced a finger along the inside of my
leg.

"That is the
most erotic thing I have ever seen," he said hoarsely. "My semen
running down your thighs."

Then he stood,
lifted me up into his arms and carried me all the way up the stairs
and into his bedroom. He lay me gently on the king size sleigh bed
and leaned over me, his expression gentle.

"You are so
beautiful to me," he whispered, as his mouth descended on mine. I
let him in, and put my hands up to touch his chest and belly,
running my hands over the line of hair than ran from below his neck
to where his erection prodded my hip. He groaned into my mouth and
I grinned, enjoying his reaction to my hands. He lifted his head
and gazed down at me hungrily.

"You minx," he
growled. "I am going to have to punish you." I giggled.

Then he
buried his head between my thighs and my world swayed and spun as
everything was reduced to
this
, here and now. I whimpered as his tongue
licked and penetrated me, and then settled into lazy circles around
my clitoris. The whimpering turned to wails as the inevitable
tension gripped my body, and a raging orgasm exploded through me. I
lay helpless, trying to breathe through the waves of pleasure as he
entered me, plunging his entire length inside me in one smooth
movement. I gasped as the waves grew again as he moved in and out,
slowly at first, then faster and harder until I came again just as
his cock started contracting inside me.

We lay there
for what felt like ages, dazed and satiated. Eventually he lifted
himself off me and smiled down at my contented expression.

"You need to
eat, lovely Liv."

"I don't want
to move," I told him and stretched languorously.

"If you do that
again I will not be responsible for my actions," he warned me
huskily. I grinned at him, and allowed him to help me up and lead
me to the bathroom, where he handed me a towelling robe, and draped
a towel around his waist.

"Don't want to
give the pizza guy a fright," he explained. We went downstairs and
he phoned a local franchise and ordered four large pizzas. "I'm
hungry too," he said when he saw my surprised expression.

The pizzas
arrived within minutes, and we sat on the leather couch in the
sitting room and devoured them. I started yawning as soon as we
were done. It had been a long day, and I needed my sleep more than
most anyway. I couldn't function properly on less than eight hours
of sleep, and when I couldn't function properly, people could die.
It was a constant concern for me, so I slept a lot.

"You have an
early start tomorrow," Hugo said. "We should sleep now. I have a
spare toothbrush you can use, and I can stop by your place tomorrow
morning for clean clothes before I drop you at work."

"OK, thanks," I
yawned at him, pleased that everything seemed to have sorted itself
out. He led me upstairs to the bathroom again, put a toothbrush in
my hand and left me to it.

Ten minutes
later I crawled into his bed, and fell asleep almost instantly.

I woke to the
sound of an alarm screeching next to my ear, and a warm male arm
wrapped around my waist. I glanced at the clock as the arm detached
itself from me and reached out to silence it. Six am. I was due at
work in an hour. I would have to hurry.

A kiss was
planted on my shoulder. I turned slightly and sat up, rubbing my
eyes.

"You sleep
really well," Hugo grinned at me as he sat up too. "You don't move
at all. I was worried you were going to get bed sores."

"Ha ha," I told
him. "I need to get to work."

"I know. The
coffee should be ready now, and once you're dressed I can take you
home, and then to the hospital."

"What time do
you start?"

"I'm off today.
I have a week's leave now."

"Nice," I told
him, feeling mildly disappointed that I wouldn't be seeing him at
work for a week. He was really very easy on the eyes. And he seemed
like a nice guy too. Who knew.

He dropped me
at the hospital as promised, with five minutes to spare, which I
used up by having a hot shower, and then getting changed into clean
undies and scrubs. I walked out of that change room feeling rested
and relaxed. I wondered how long it would take for the ED to
shatter that.

Twenty minutes
later I had my answer. What kind of person has vodka for breakfast
and then drives her kids to school?

Eight hours
later I dragged myself out of there, tired, but pleased with how
the day had gone. Nobody had died on my shift, which was always a
bonus. Even the vodka swilling mother had made it to ICU.

I'd forgotten
where I'd parked my car the day before, but I found it eventually.
As I pressed the remote to unlock it, three guys stepped out from
behind an adjacent SUV, and surrounded me. They were all big and
good looking and well dressed, but there was something about them
that made my skin crawl. Maybe it was the way they were staring at
me, as if I was something they wanted to eat.

"Hello, pretty
lady," one of them snarled at me. I felt the hairs on the back of
my neck stand up. "Come and play with us."

"Piss off," I
told them flatly, trying not to show any fear, but feeling it
uncoiling in my gut anyway. I stepped back, straight into the arms
of one of the guys, who gripped my elbows uncomfortably tightly,
and sniffed loudly at my hair.

"Definitely a
wild one, boys, but it smells like someone has already had
her."

"Shit. Is she
pregnant yet?"

"Too early to
tell, I think. We'd know in a couple of days. We could keep her
until then, and if she is we would have to let her go. But if she
isn't, she'd be all ours. And she smells delicious."

"That she
does." The guy in front of me had been watching my face throughout.
"So who screwed you, baby?" he directed the question at me.

"Piss off," I
said again, wondering what the hell they were talking about, and
not liking the bits I did understand at all.

"Hold her,
Jake," he said to the man behind me who tightened his grip on my
elbows painfully. Then he stepped closer to me, and clapped a hand
over my mouth as I started to scream, and unbuttoned my jeans with
his other hand. I tried to pull away as he reached under my
panties, but the guy behind stopped me with his body. I heard a
dirty chuckle in my ear as he appreciated the movement of my
buttocks against him, so I stopped moving. The man in front of me
used the opportunity to slip a finger inside me, wiggle it about,
and withdraw it. He held it to his nose, and his expression
hardened.

"Hugo-fucking-Grantham, boys. Looks like we're going to have to
leave this one alone. It's too dangerous."

"How come?" the
guy behind me asked, his voice still too close to my ear for my
liking.

"Jesus, don't
you know about the Granthams? Bunch of fucking psychos where their
women are involved. Cade Grantham personally mauled at least four
wolves who were sniffing around his bitch, and that was before he
even claimed her. He attacked all four of them at once, and by
himself too. They were planning to take his woman, and he found out
about it. Two of them died. The other two were not so lucky. His
brothers are a bit more civilised, but not by much. And those
bastards stick together. This one is more trouble than she's worth,
no matter how good she smells." He licked his finger then. "Or
tastes."