Broken Moon (5 page)

Harley groaned as he turned over on the
couch, unable to sink into even the lightest of dozes. Jocelyne had gone to bed
hours ago, and was probably sleeping peacefully, and here he was, rolling
around unable to shut down the anxious thoughts that flickered like wildfire.

            He’d
slept on hard stone floors with a rock as a pillow before. Sleeping on
something as luxurious in comparison as a couch should be no problem.

            But
he knew it wasn’t the bedding situation that was keeping him from nodding off.
It was the guilt gnawing in his chest. He knew he’d hurt Jocelyne’s feelings
when he’d pulled away from her, and he felt horrible about it, especially
because his initial reaction when he’d scented her desire was to pull her into
his arms and kiss the breath out of her, not push her away.

            But
of course he couldn’t do that. She was the daughter of his boss, for Christ’s
sake. Lee would string him up by his balls if he knew Harley had taken
advantage of his daughter while he was supposed to be protecting her. Because
yes, even though he hadn’t been ‘assigned’ to protect Jocelyne, everyone in the
Order knew about the Commander’s daughter, and how important she was to him,
and if it had been another member here instead of Harley, they’d take it upon
themselves to protect her too. Shifters always protected their own, and to the
Order, Jocelyne was extended family.

           
Oh
come on,
an insidious voice whispered inside his head.
Taking advantage
of her? Give me a break. She’s a grown woman who knows what she wants… and she
definitely wants to sleep with you.

            Fuck
off,
he
snarled, hitting the wall with his fist to make his treacherous mind shut up.
Just because he and Jocelyne were attracted to each other didn’t mean that
sleeping together was a good idea. He was a soldier for the Order of Protection,
and his life consisted of being sent out on missions that he had no idea if
he’d ever return from. Jocelyne didn’t need someone unreliable like him –
she needed a good, steady, dependable guy with a regular job who would love her
and take care of her.

            Not
someone who would kick the bucket before reaching his forties, and whose body
had a fifty-fifty chance of never even being recovered to bury, if he did die.

Besides, they didn’t
even know each other, and just escaped a living hell. The last thing either of
them should be thinking about is sex. Yet…

A soft, feminine whimper reached his ears,
and he sat up straight, his ears cocked. The pain-filled sound came again,
clear as day despite the door between him and Jocelyne, and he was on his feet
instantly and through the door without so much as a knock.

            “Jocelyne?”
he asked, approaching the bed slowly so as not to startle her. She was buried
beneath a mound of blankets that quivered as her small, delicate form quivered,
and fear leapt into his throat.
Had she caught sick? Did she have a fever?
He didn’t have any medicine…

            “S-s-s-s-so
c-c-c-cold…” she chattered, curling herself up even more tightly into a ball.

            Sighing
in both relief and frustration, Harley regarded Jocelyne with a mixture of
desire and trepidation. He knew he couldn’t leave her like this to freeze, and
yet the alternative would place him on the road to temptation, which was
definitely not where he wanted to be.

           
Face
it, boy. Your feet hit that path the moment you lifted her shirt to dress that
wound of hers.

           
“Hang on,” Harley
said through gritted teeth. “I’ll be right there.” Hating that the inner voice
in his head was right, he stripped down to his underwear, then lifted the
blankets and crawled into bed with her. Jocelyne whimpered as the cold air
briefly rushed beneath the blankets, hitting her skin, which was barely covered
by the blouse, and pencil skirt she wore.

            “Here,
let’s get these useless things off you,” Harley said gently. He tugged Jocelyne’s
shivering form into a sitting position and swiftly unbuttoned her blouse and
unzipped her skirt, trying not to linger on her form even though his night
vision could see every curve and dip of her body. “Why didn’t you change into
any of the clothes in the drawers? There’s plenty of warm things in there that
you could wear.”

            “D-didn’t
want to leave any s-sign that we’d b-been here,” Jocelyne chattered as he
finished removing her clothes, leaving her only in a pair of panties and a
white push up bra that did amazing, mouth-watering things to her cleavage that Harley
was desperately trying not to notice.

            Harley
couldn’t help but smile at her determination. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he
said, pulling her against him. “If you did take any clothes from here we’d
simply take them with us, not leave them behind for someone to wash. The people
who use this cabin probably come here so infrequently that they wouldn’t even
notice if a pair of sweatpants went missing.”

            “I-if
you say so.” Jocelyne slowly began to relax into him, the tremors gradually
leaving her limbs as Harley’s warmth spread through her body. Harley held very
still as she shifted against him, pressing her bottom against his groin and the
smooth skin of her back against his abs as she tried to soak up more of his
warmth. He bit the inside of his cheek to try and stave off the hard on growing
beneath his boxers, and tasted blood.

            But
even that wasn’t enough when Jocelyne let out a long, satisfied moan. “God,
that’s so much better. Thank you.”

            “You’re
welcome,” he said roughly, and it took everything in him not to scramble from
the bed sheets, and run for the couch before she became aware of his erection.
But he knew that she’d just get cold again if he left, and that he’d only be
hurting her with another rejection, so he stayed, trying to remain as still as
possible even though his hips wanted to grind his cock against her ass.
He
could slide her panties down right now and he would be inside her…

            His
breath lodged in his throat when Jocelyne rubbed her bottom up against his
crotch again, this time in a slow, sensuous motion that was unmistakably
deliberate. “Do you like that?” she whispered.

            “W-what
are you doing?” Harley gasped.

            “Giving
you what you want.” Jocelyne paused in her rubbing motion, and when she spoke
again there was a note of hesitation in her voice. “This
is
what you
want, isn’t it?”

            Harley
groaned, not wanting to lie to her, but knowing that he shouldn’t encourage her
either. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, burying his face in her hair,
which was a mistake. Her sweet, vanilla scent flooded his senses, and his cock
hardened even more.

            Jocelyne
turned in his arms, framing his face with her hands as she looked up at him.
Her soft, lavender eyes were luminous in the darkness, captivating him against
his will. “Why not?”

            “Your
father,” he said roughly. “I couldn’t betray his trust like that.”

            Jocelyne
laughed lightly as she stroked his cheek. “My father would be beside himself
with joy if he knew I’d slept with a shifter,” she told him. “He’s been trying
to set me up with someone for ages, always wanting to strengthen the
bloodline.”

            “Yes,
but he never set you up with me or any members from the Order. And there’s a
good reason for that.”

            Jocelyne
sobered. “Maybe I disagree with him,” she said softly, her hand trailing down
lower, drifting down the planes of his chest and abdomen and sliding gracefully
beneath the waistband of his boxers. Harley groaned as her cool fingers wrapped
around his hot, pulsing cock. “Maybe you’re just
exactly
what I need,
right here, right now, and he’ll have to respect that because he’s my father,
and he loves me.”

            Harley
closed his eyes, knowing that he was rapidly losing this battle of wills. Jocelyne
seductive scent, thick with lust, was drugging him in a way that even Amelia
hadn’t been able to because it was the real thing, not some bottled synthetic
she’d sprayed on her neck like a five-dollar perfume from a drug store. And the
way she was gliding her hand up and down his shaft felt like a little forbidden
slice of heaven.

           
And
if he had one failing in life, it was resisting the forbidden.

            “You
understand,” he said raggedly as he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled
her closer, “that this isn’t a commitment of any kind? That at the end of this,
if we have to go our separate ways, that we will?”

            “Yes,”
she said huskily, sliding her hand even lower to squeeze his balls.

            “
God
,”
he gasped, and then he claimed her mouth hungrily, slanting his mouth over her
cupid bow lips and sliding his tongue inside as she opened eagerly for him. Heat
flared between them, like a bonfire that just had more kindling tossed over it,
and he was instantly lost in the passion, in the sweetness of her mouth, at the
little moans she made as she tangled her long, elegant fingers in his hair. Her
cleavage pushed up against his chest, her nipples scraping against his skin
through the fabric of her bra, and unclasped the thing in one swift, expert
motion, wanting to feel them directly against him.

            She
moaned when he cupped one breast in his hand and rubbed the pad of his thumb
across the turgid nipple. “These are perfect,” he mumbled against her mouth,
and then squeezed. “And surprisingly real.”

            Her
laugh turned into a moan when he ducked his head down and took one of her
nipples into his mouth. One of her legs hooked around his hip as she leaned
back to offer him better access, exposing the column of her throat, which was
tempting enough in its own right. But he stayed where he was, licking and
sucking and massaging her nipples until she was begging for him to stop teasing
her.

            “Please,”
she gasped, her body trembling in his arms. “I need more.” Grabbing one of his
hands, she guided it lower, pressing his fingers against her crotch. Another
wave of lust shot through him as he felt how wet she was, even through the
cloth of her panties.

            “I’m
going to taste you,” he warned her, disappearing beneath the blankets and
spreading her thighs wide.

            “God,
yes, please,” she said, and he smiled as he slid her panties off. Part of him
wished he could see her pussy, but as he settled between her legs, he decided
there was something exciting about exploring it with his other senses. His
fingers brushed through the thatch of hair at the juncture of her thighs, and
he allowed himself to linger for a moment, enjoying the softness of her curls
brushing against his fingers as she trembled beneath him. After a few moments,
he dipped his fingers lower, gliding them across her slick folds, releasing
more of her pungent scent into the air, and he inhaled it greedily as she
moaned again, squirming beneath him.

            When
he finally leaned in and licked her folds, his tongue brushing across the tiny
nub of her pleasure, her hips came off the bed, her cries echoing off the log
walls. He licked and sucked and nibbled, engaging in a merciless sexual
onslaught of her nervous system, and the first time she came he felt like a
God, a rush of primal male power flowing through him, unlike anything he’d ever
felt before. By her fourth orgasm he felt like he was on a high he would never
come down from.

            “Please,”
she gasped, her fingers, which seemed to have become tangled in his hair,
tugging him upward. “I want you inside me now.”

            Growling,
he gave her pussy one long, final lick, then crawled up her body to kiss her
deeply. The contrasting flavors of her pussy and her mouth melted into a
combination of sweet and savory against his tongue, and several moments went by
before his cock brushed against her wet folds and he was reminded that there
was still more pleasure to be had.

            Funny,
he’d never gotten so caught up with kissing a woman before that he’d completely
forgotten about the sexual act itself.

            “Are
you sure about this?” he asked as he poised the tip of his head outside her
entrance.

            In
answer, she hooked her legs around his hips and drove him into her. They both
gasped at the same time as pleasure rushed through them both, tightening the
ball of sensation growing in Harley’s groin.

            “Hang
on a sec,” she breathed, placing a palm against Harley’s bare chest when he
would have started to move. “It’s… been awhile for me.”

            Harley
nodded, and instead ducked his head down to kiss her again, waiting patiently
for her body to accommodate him. She let him know she was ready for him by
lifting her hips again, and he started off slow, drawing out until only the tip
of him was inside her, then gliding gently back in. It was a kind of sweet
torture, but it also allowed him to lean back and admire what he could see of
her body in the darkness. His eyes traced over the delicate edges of her
cheekbones and her slightly pointy chin, down over the graceful column of her
throat and across her collarbones, then to the milky globes of her breasts with
their dusky, sensitive nipples.