Can't Touch This (8 page)

“Would you like a drink?”

“My usual.”

“Gin, straight up.”

Harlow hoped it would settle her nerves. The suite, the
snug-fitting, short designer dress she wore and pair of heels that cost a
week’s salary had Harlow feeling as though she were in a dream. Running her
hands over her abdomen, she commented, “This is the dress from the magazine.”

“Yes.”

“Cass, this is too much.”

“Nothing is too much if it’s for you, Harlow.”

“Thank you.”

He walked from behind the bar and handed the drink to her.
“Absolutely my pleasure.”

She took a few sips and set the glass down. “I’m ready.”

They exited the elevator on the second floor where music
drifted from a nightclub directly in front of them. The space was full with
people going to or coming from various venues. A group of men walked by and
someone whistled. She glanced at Cass. “Does that bother you?”

“Hell no.” He wrapped his arm around her waist. “You’re with
me, and that’s not going to change.” They approached a restaurant with ten or
fifteen people waiting in line. When they walked up, a young man immediately
unclipped the red velvet rope and squired them through. “Thanks.” Castle
slipped something into the man’s hand.

“You come here a lot?”

“Occasionally.”

The man was full of surprises this weekend. She was so busy
looking around, she missed Cass give his name before a maître d’ escorted them
to a softly lit table in a quiet corner. Sitting there, long legs stretched
out, was a tall, athletically built man with dark styled hair. He wore a silk
t-shirt beneath his jacket and was damn near as handsome as Castle.

He rose and Cass introduced him. “Harlow Hardison, meet
Jeremiah Breton, my attorney.”

“Christ, you didn’t tell me how beautiful she was.” He
clasped her hand in his. “But of course, describing perfection is not an easy
thing to do.”

His scent and the way he sniffed the air confirmed to Harlow
he was a shifter. It was amazing how her sense of smell had sharpened since she
met Castle.

“If you don’t let her hand go, you’ll need a new one.”

Throwing his head back, he laughed. “Same old domineering
son of a bitch.”

Everyone sat down and a sommelier brought a wine list and
handed it to Cass. “Not tonight, we’ll be having beer with our meals.” He
twisted toward Harlow. “Is that all right?”

“Do they carry lager?”

Jeremiah chuckled. “I’ll bet flown from Pennsylvania today.”

“Kiss my ass.” Castle grinned.

She could tell they were old friends but she didn’t get the
joke about the beer. “How long have you known Cass?”

“More than a hundred years. We went to university together.”

A server picked that time to roll a trolley with covered
dishes next to the table. He placed one in front of each of them.

“I hope you don’t mind that I ordered ahead?”

“I don’t mind anything you do.” Jeremiah’s low whistle had
Harlow’s cheeks burning. Her innuendo wasn’t lost on him. “I forgot how
perceptive you creatures are.”

“You lucky bastard, a submissive by choice. Shit, I can’t
sit here and smell you two all night. Leave the papers at the desk.”

“Papers?”

“Pack business, darlin’.”

The shifter stood and studied Cass. “My friend, one day
you’ll have to decide which side you want to stand on.” He pivoted toward her.
“Harlow, a pleasure. Sorry I have to miss dinner.”

“Thanks, man.” Castle watched her open the lid. “Well?”

Sitting in the middle of her plate was a juicy burger
surrounded by french fries. “In and Out?”

“My baby wants a burger, she gets a burger.”

Yes, she believed in werewolves.

* * * * *

Castle had not ordered jewelry for a reason. The long column
of Harlow’s neck, the swell of breasts peeking from the dress, the whole
picture had him so randy, he could barely breathe. Didn’t help the air was rife
with her aroma of womanhood. They’d stopped at the club adjacent to the
restaurant and Cass enjoyed watching men ogle her. Harlow was goddamn hot.

Asking her to dance had been a bad idea because every time
someone jostled them on the floor, their bodies came closer together, making it
impossible for Cass to resist his urge to have her. “Let’s get out of here,” he
whispered.

“I’m ready.”

“I can smell that, babe.”

“Your sense of smell is going to drive me nuts.”

Castle grunted. “You should be in my skin.”

Damn if she didn’t lean into him and lick his chest. “How
would you like to get under my skin?”

“Christ, come on.” He roughly escorted her from the club. By
the time they reached the elevator, Cass’s dick tented the front of his slacks.
So much for control. Grabbing her hand, he pressed it to the bulge. “Feel what
you’ve done to me.” The doors slid shut and he stepped into the corner opposite
her. “Take off your panties.” Harlow shimmied the dress up far enough to be
able to reach under and draw the tiny thong off. “Smell it.”

She touched the material to her nose and breathed deeply.
“You.”

“Yeah, babe, me.” Harlow moved toward him. “Stop,” he said.

“Cass?”

“Elevators are cliché, honey.” He eyed the buttons on the
panel. “Pick a number.”

Her eyes were alight with excitement. “Twenty-one.”

Castle pushed the button. As the car whirred upward, he
unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. Masturbating, he asked, “You want
me?”

She threw her panties at him before reaching beneath her
dress. The sounds she made as she played in her pussy urged drops of precum
from the slit of his penis, and when she carried damp fingers to her mouth,
Cass groaned.

The elevator doors opened. “You want
me
?” Harlow
calmly removed her shoes, and stepping close to him, she stood on tiptoes and
bit his lip. “Then catch me.” She bolted through the opening and around the
corner.

“Bitch!”

By the time he closed his pants and caught up to her, she
had put her shoes back on and she leaned against a windowsill looking out over
the city. She smiled. “Nice view.”

“Take your dress off.”

“Here?”

“Take. It. Off.” She felt for the zipper beneath her arm and
opened it, letting the dress fall to her feet. He picked it up and deposited it
on the sill. Harlow stood in front of him wearing only a pair of black heels.
“Turn around.” He eased behind her and stretched her arms up, placing her hands
on the glass. “Don’t move.” Castle stooped down and ran his finger up one calf
and then the other. “Nice.” He licked from behind her knee to the top of her
thigh. By the time he reached the other side, Harlow’s body trembled. “Let me
see my pussy.” She spun and spread her legs wide. “Christ, you smell good.”
Castle shoved fingers into her and finger fucked her until her knees buckled.

“Cass, please.”

Hearing laughter behind them in the hallway, he rose, pulled
her hands between them, and covered her body with his. “What if they don’t go
into a room?”

“They can watch. I don’t care, just fuck me.”

“Take my cock out and stroke it, Harlow.” She unzipped his
pants and her fingers, cool from the glass, tugged his shaft free. “Shit!” He
drove his hips forward and when she fisted her hand around him, Cass thought he
would lose it. He heard a door open and bang shut. “I’m going to fuck you so
good.”

He removed her hand, bent his knees, and then he jammed his
dick up and into her cunt.

“Unnhhh,
yessss
,” Harlow hissed, burying her hands in
his hair.

Up, down, Castle flexed his knees, driving in and out of her
pussy. Grasping her bare ass with both hands, he held her still so he could go
as deep as he wanted. Each time he slammed in, Harlow grunted from the force.
“Can you take it?”

Fisting strands of hair, she yanked his head down and kissed
him hard. Their tongues found a rhythm of their own as they tangled and reached
into new places. Harlow let him go. “Don’t stop, damn you, don’t stop.”

Cass never missed a single stroke. Repeatedly, he thrust in,
out, taking more each time. “So fucking good, baby.” It felt as if his cock
grew larger each time he plunged into her vagina. Feeling her muscles clench
around his thickness took its toll. “I want to come.”

“Do it, give me what’s mine.”

Mine
. Castle hadn’t heard that word from Harlow
before. He was hers. He knew fingerprints would be left on her ass cheeks but
he didn’t care. His dick throbbed, his balls ached for release, and he banged
her pussy relentlessly, taking everything. “I want to feel you come all over my
cock.”

“Now,” she cried. “Oh, ahh, God, I’m coming, Cass.”

His stomach knotted as his orgasm raged through him as if it
were lava spewed from a volcano. It pounded through his length and jetted into
her vagina with a force that shocked him. “Harlow, oh goddamn, baby.” Semen
ejaculated endlessly into her cunt, and when it stopped, he was breathless.
“Damn.” He fell against her, glad the sill was there to catch them both.

When Castle was able to move, he grabbed her dress and
pulled it over her head. “You okay?’

Harlow leaned into him and whispered, “Always with you.”

Castle didn’t bother with her zipper. He lifted Harlow into
his arms and carried her to the elevator. Kissing her forehead, he asked, “What
time would you like your eggs and bacon?”

Castle stood in his office at The Moat. “I’ll wait to hear
from you about signing the papers. Thanks, Jeremiah.” He ended the call, rested
his hip on the desk and looked at Hatch. “I’m joining Harlow for a drink and
I’m going to tell her. Want to come?”

“Sure, I might as well watch you crash and burn,” Hatch
said.

“What’s that mean?”

“You’ll need someone to sweep up the ashes.”

“I need her at my side.”

“She’s not a wolf; she can’t run with you.” Hatch glared at
Cass, stood and walked to the door. “She’ll never be that kind of mate, and
Harlow won’t sit around waiting for you.”

“She won’t have to.” He glared at his second. “Damn it,
Hatch, stop worrying that I’m going somewhere. I’m staying.”

“For how long?”

“In the past I wanted to get away but I can spend as much
time as I want in California. My companies are in qualified hands.” He pushed
hair from his neck. “There may be quick jaunts, nothing lengthy.”

“She’s human and they live differently. Hell, she likes
working.”

His friend was right. Still, Castle had to have it the way he
wanted it or…or what? If she didn’t conform to his lifestyle, what would happen
then? If she left, how far off the deep end would he go before she realized she
couldn’t be without him and returned? Christ, he still hadn’t divulged the
information about their blood tie. “I need to get the fuck out of here.” His
voice had grown gravelly. Castle had told Harlow he wouldn’t try to own her,
yet he had done exactly that.

Brigadier now owned Overnight Success—and a small part of
Harlow’s life.

Pushing it from his mind, he gazed at Hatch and wished
things could have been different for him. Often, he wondered how the man lived
without the she-wolf he loved at his side. Sometimes the beta had a way of
knowing what he thought.

“I miss her like hell and you can’t live with it as I have.”

Not wanting to ponder Hatch’s statement, Cass ignored it.
“Those bastards have to pass through here on their way back to Canada and I
will kill that piece of shit.” A snarl noisily snaked from his throat. “She
belongs to you.”

Hatch shrugged. “Fia needs an alpha.”

Castle ruminated on what Jeremiah had said in LA. “Do you
ever wonder what it would be like to live without shifting?”

“No. It’s another reason I like being a beta.”

“I thought I had learned to stand with a foot on both sides
damn well.”

“You have, Cass.”

“Then why do I feel like both worlds are about to collide?”

* * * * *

Harlow hadn’t seen Castle since Los Angeles. He dropped her
off Sunday night and left immediately to tend to some pack business. Monday she
worked late and arrived home to find an overnight box holding her outfit from
their brief trip. She soaked in a tub of hot water and went to bed early. God,
their weekend together had been perfect and she couldn’t wait to see Castle.

Harlow sensed his arrival so there was no need to turn when
she heard the collective feminine sigh circle the bar she frequented with a
crowd from work. Slowly spinning on her stool, she smiled. She had seen him
dressed up only one other time and this was just as good. Castle Briggs stood inside
the door gazing at her, his hands in the pockets of a gray suit that fit
flawlessly across broad shoulders and hugged narrow hips perfectly. Beneath the
jacket, he wore a pristine shirt that matched the blue in his eyes. Buttons
left undone revealed a smattering of black hair and the five o’clock shadow
covering his square jaw gave him a dark, menacing look that managed to ooze sex
appeal. Lord, the man was scrumptious. All eyes followed his stride across the
room to stand in front of Harlow.

Castle leaned down and kissed her before whispering, “Will
your eyes eat me up like that later?”

She noticed a group of women flock to Hatch after she
claimed Castle’s attention. “Even more.” The bashful woman who had stood naked
between Castle’s thighs not that long ago was slowly disappearing. Taking her
place was someone schooled by a master on how to appreciate her needs, how to
trust, and how to take what she wanted. Her mother would be proud. Harlow
smiled at thinking of Cass as a master. Would he feel the slight vibration on
her breasts? She wanted to surprise him tonight, and from the squint of blue
and yellow-flecked eyes, she had.

“Electric nipple clamps.” His tongue swept her ear before he
straightened. “Let’s move to the end of the bar.” There were two stools, one
near the wall was empty and the guy on the other seat quickly vacated it at
Cass’s suggestion. “A little more private.”

Taking the empty spot, Harlow said, “I don’t know how long I
can take seeing you like this.”

“Like what?”

“The suit. Castle, you’re beautiful.”

His laughter filled the air. “Beautiful?”

“Handsome, hot, gorgeous, and yes, beautiful.”

“You’ve seen me suited up before.” He pulled her and the
stool closer. “Touch my dick.”

“Castle!” A quick glimpse around assured her no one watched.
A few feet away the bartender waited on a customer. She’d noticed earlier
tonight that he had garnered a lot of female attention. Late twenties, tall
with an athletic body, he had dark styled hair and he was very good-looking.

“Do it, Harlow.”

Noting the stern sound of Cass’s voice, she brushed her
fingers over his penis and enjoyed feeling it jerk. Unable to resist, she gave
it a firm squeeze. “You’re not wearing underwear.” She grinned mischievously.
“I’d hate to see a wet spot ruin your suit.”

The man behind the bar picked that moment to check if they
wanted anything. Castle asked him to wait a minute. Leaning, he said to Harli,
“Take my cock out.”

“Cass, what…”

“Unzip my pants and take my dick out.”

Her cheeks grew hot when she peered from beneath her lashes
at the server, who evidently had heard Castle. Doing as he asked, in no time at
all Harlow held his thick shaft and stroked it. Palming the tip, she groaned at
the amount of moisture gathered there. “God!” Harlow worked the skin up and
down, forgetting anyone else was in the place until she heard Castle ask which
way the restrooms were. He grabbed a few napkins from the counter and wiped his
cock.

The handsome man appeared rooted to the spot as he
stuttered, “Umm, be-behind you, left down the hallway.” He ran a hand through
his hair.

Castle ignored him while fastening his slacks. “Come with
me.” He grabbed her wrist.

She slipped from the stool and followed. “What are you
doing?”

“Whatever I want.” He opened the door to the men’s room and
yanked her into the space holding two urinals and a chair. “Tonight I want you
to enjoy something new.” Turning the corner, she noticed a double sink and two
stalls. Leaning against the counter, he pulled his zipper back down. “Wouldn’t
want to embarrass you with a wet spot on my pants.” After unbuttoning her shirt
far enough to see her nipples pinched in her electric clamps, he grabbed the
controller then pushed her down until her mouth was level with his bobbing
cock. “Suck my dick.” He pushed the switch, causing Harlow to arch backward.
“Suck it.”

“I…I…”

“Either you suck my cock or I rip off your skirt and
underwear, fuck your ass right here and leave.”

Harlow dropped to her knees and swiped her tongue across the
thick head of his penis. Slick drops of cum pulsed into her mouth and made her
moan. “Mmm.”

“I knew you’d like it. More, you can take more.”

Just as she took his length down her throat, she heard the
door open. Her heartbeat quickened at the idea of someone watching. She peeped
up to see the bartender.

Castle grunted. “You enjoyed seeing her play with my dick at
the bar.”

“Uhh…”

“You followed hoping for something like this.” He sent an
electric shock through her with the nipple clamps. “You want some of this,
don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“My rules, understand?” He thumbed the controller longer
this time and she gasped.

“You sure?” The man already groped his cock through the
material of his slacks.

Cass ran a thumb down her cheek. “Am I sure, darlin’?”

Her head bobbed up and down. Harlow had dreamed about this.

“We’re sure. Push the chair under the door knob and come
back.”

Harlow heard the scrape of legs as the man did as directed.
She dug fingernails into Cass’s thighs as she wondered what he planned.

Cass let the controller fall into her blouse and said,
“Yeah, make me feel.” The man turned the corner and stood watching until Cass
spoke again. “Take your dick out.” He unzipped his jeans and didn’t have to
reach in. His hard-on sprang into view just as Harlow constricted her throat
around the tip of Castle’s penis. “Aww shit, that was sweet.” Tweaking her
nipples one after the other, Castle told her, “Touch him, honey, it’s okay.”

She reached for the man’s prick, and when she tightened her
fingers around it, she took all of Cass’s cock into her throat. She would not
have expected an alpha wolf could stand seeing her handle another man. No
sooner had she thought it, he said, “With me, you can touch any
man
.” He
grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her from his shaft. “None will know
these.” His fingertips swept her lips. “None will ever enter or taste
my
sweet, tight pussy.” He fisted his cock and thrust the tip through her lips
again. He rocked back and forth in her mouth while he used one hand to knead
his balls. “Make him come.” He moved to give the man room beside him. “Do it.”

The man settled his hips on the sink and grunted as she
began to stroke his length. Up, down, she forced the skin slowly. His cock was
thick with a broad head, but nowhere near as large as Castle’s. She gazed into
Cass’s eyes, watched him as he watched her work the man to a frenzy with her
fist. Again and again, she moved her fingers back and forth, sometimes grasping
and squeezing the stranger’s nuts.

Using his grip on her hair, Cass applied pressure each time
he jammed into her mouth. “Yeah, look at him; look at what you do to a man.”

The bartender’s lips remained parted and his ragged breaths
filled the bathroom. His eyes were riveted to her mouth slipping up and down
Cass’s penis. “Shit,
oh shit
, looks so fucking good, man.” He jutted his
hips back and forth, sending his shaft through her fingers.

“She knows how to suck cock.” Cass stopped ministering his
nut sac and covered her hand on the man’s dick with his. “Faster, harder, baby,
pain can be wonderful.” She peered up to see him look at the man. “Am I right?”

“Yeah, oh-oh yeah, don’t stop.” Breath hitched in his
throat. “I…damn…I’m close, Jesus,
faster
.”

Each time she swallowed Cass’s shaft, she pushed taut skin
down the stranger’s prick. When she pulled back, her hand followed the motion
as if it were an extension of her mouth.

“Christ, you like having someone watch my cock slide down
your throat.”

Harlow moaned and the vibration around Castle’s thickness
caused him to feed more dick through her lips and, with Cass’s help, she
tightened fingers around the penis in her hand and worked back and forth even
quicker.

“Oww, ahh damn, damn,
yesss
!” The stranger hissed
before sending a rope of semen into the air, narrowly missing her arm. “Fuck,
that was beautiful.”

Castle pulled paper towels from the dispenser and shoved
them at the young man. “You’re done.” The man cleaned himself, closed his pants
and seemed unsure what to do. “Go, and when we come out, don’t even look at
her.” When he didn’t answer, Cass said, “If you do, I’ll break your goddamn fingers
and you won’t be able to jerk off for weeks. Now get the fuck out.”

After the door closed, he pulled Harlow up into his arms and
kissed her long, hard, sending his tongue deep into the recess of her mouth
where it tangled with hers. Releasing Harlow, he looked at his cock then at her
and smiled. “Make me come just like you did him.”

She gripped his cock, worked the skin back and forth hard
and fast. She could tell he barely hung on. Harlow grasped his balls in one
hand and massaged them until he rocked on his feet. His eyes were dark, stormy
and full of desire as he rubbed her pebbled nipples with his palms. All she
could think about was giving him release, making him come. “I…I want… Oh, Cass,
come for me.”

“Yeah, ahhh…
shit
yeah!” He pushed her from in front
of him and sent a stream of cum along the same path as the stranger had.
“Goddamn, Harlow, you own me, darlin’.” Catching his breath, he used a wad of
towels to wipe his cock before drawing her against his chest. “Only yours.” He
smothered her face with kisses, and when he nipped her neck, opening the same
wound he had before, he shoved his hands between them and pulled her
electrified buds until cream poured from her, wetting the seat of her
underwear.

Never had she come so quietly, so sweetly. “God, Castle,”
she murmured, her face hidden against his chest.

“Don’t ever hide your face from me.” Castle removed the
clamps. “I’ll hold on to these.” He slipped them in his jacket pocket.

“I never expected you would allow that.”

“I came, darlin’, because I liked watching you pleasure
him.” He used his palms to soothe her nipples.

“Mmm, thank you.”

“Harlow?”

“Hmm?”

“My company, Brigadier, bought Overnight Success.”

She pulled from his arms and glared while she buttoned her
shirt. “I guess you have more money than I thought.” Since Big Bear, they’d
spent most evenings at her home and Harlow wasn’t quite sure why she hadn’t
sought more information about his company. She told herself what she knew about
Castle Briggs was as much as she could handle until the thing with Jeff was
done, which her attorney assured her would be in another couple weeks. Lord
knows Castle satisfied every fantasy she’d imagined, and then some. Recently,
she felt that at times they were one person. Harlow smelled him before he
turned a corner, or she’d know he was at the door before he knocked. He’d been
patient as hell considering what he was. Her mind shifted to what they’d done
tonight. The things he taught her about feeling alive and trusting another
person bordered on unbelievable. Actually, Harlow was surprised he hadn’t
pushed for more and assumed he, too, waited for her marriage to end before they
moved forward. But there were days she’d felt if he had his way, she’d be
sitting at home waiting for him instead of what seemed the other way around.
“You inherited enough money to buy the company I work for?”