Cougar's Luck (Pacific Northwest Cougars Book 2) (8 page)

E
verett was laying there trying
to figure out how he got so damn lucky. True, his knowledge of her was limited, but his faith that the fates had matched him perfectly was clear and for certain.

Then he received a very grumpy mental nudge from his cat. He was laying there basking in his post orgasm bliss when he could be lapping up his mate’s sweet pussy. What the fuck was he waiting for his cat would like to know.

Everett rectified the situation quickly, flipping his mate under him so he was now on top. The shock on her face was downright precious and it made his cat growl with the satisfaction of making her react. It was like his cat saw her as the perfect toy to play with, all the while protecting her so no one else could have a turn.

“My turn, Duchess,” he growled, sliding his hands into her and pulling them above her head. “Don’t move,” he ordered.

Layla gave him a nod, she wasn’t going to move. Then again, she was very tempted to find out what he’d do if she did move her hands.

Everett read her like a book. “I’ll spank your ass red if you move them. Don’t think I won’t.”

Layla’s body did a shudder at his words. She’d never been spanked, but the idea of him pulling her over his lap and paddling her ass made her clit tingle and her pussy weep.

“Promise?” she whispered to him.

His eyes flashed yellow, the pupils elongated as his cat got very close to the surface.

“Not the time to tease me, Layla,” he warned.

“Say it again,” she whispered. Her name on his lips was like an aphrodisiac.

“What?” he asked

“My name, say it again.”

A low purring came from the middle of his chest as he leaned down, his lips hovering above hers.

“Layla, my Layla,” he said low, swiping his tongue over her lips.

He watched as her tongue came out to taste where his had been. His dick that had never gone down flexed between them.

“My turn,” he growled and moved down her body, shoving the skirt of her fancy dress up as he went. She hadn’t put anything on under her dress when they were outside and he had not forgotten that fact.

What he was surprised by was the fact she was completely bare except her small strip of hair. Pushing her legs wide, he noted she didn’t try to resist him at all. She let him position her how he wanted. He liked that, his cat liked that.

Pushing her legs wide, he looked down and growled at the perfect pink pussy before him. His pussy, his sweet cunt to eat, fuck, and cherish. His cat wanted to bite her right on the thigh. Tattooing his imprint close to what belonged to him. Maybe he could talk her into it someday.

“Baby, you are so pretty. I can’t wait to suck every drop of you up. I’m going to start every morning waking you up by eating my pussy.”

“Your pussy?” she asked him. His eyes were so vibrant. They weren’t angry they were hungry. The desire in his whole face was breathtaking.

“How do you feel about my cock now that you’ve had a taste?” he asked, looking at her seriously.

“You’re mine,” she growled at him.

“Exactly. My pussy, my sweet cunt. It belongs to me. I’ll eat it, fuck it, and worship it whenever I want.” His declarations were still shocking him. This wasn’t like him, or maybe it was now. Sex partners were nothing compared to his mate spread under him. Offering up her honey for him and him alone.

He leaned over and used his rough tongue to take the first long slow lick between her glistening lips. Everett saw colors spark in his vision. She tasted like all of his favorite candy mixed together. He let the sweetness coat his tongue and the loud purr poured out from the center of his soul.

Using his hands to spread her open for his mouth, Everett licked deep into her, letting his tongue slip inside her quivering channel.

“Everett,” she whispered. She wanted to grab his head and run her hands over his head. But she kept them high above her own head. Her first clenched at the delicious shocks shooting through her.

“You’re mine, Layla, all mine,” he said hotly against her pussy. Everett lapped at her, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue in rapid flicks. Her hips bucked up against his mouth, seeking more from him. He gave it to her willingly.

Everett sucked and fucked her with his tongue. Adding more pressure as he pushed his face into her, soaking up every drop. He was coating his face in her scent. He wanted to smell it later, relive the fucking beauty he’d been enveloped in.

He worked her alternating between long deep licks and hard sucks on her clit. When her legs started to shake around his head, he slid one long finger deep inside her and crooked his finger up. Rubbing it fast and hard inside her, right over the sweet spot that made her scream out.

“Everett… please… it’s too much,” she called out in between gasps.

“Never, it’s never enough,” he said low. He wanted her to come hard for him. He wanted her to scream and cry. This orgasm was just the first of the millions he intended on giving her, he was going to make it memorable.

Sliding another finger deep inside her, he felt the first flutters of her orgasm as her muscles tightened around him.

“Show me, Layla, show me how hard you can come for me, now,” he ordered.

Layla let the tension flow out of her as the bliss washed over her. She knew she screamed, but she didn’t give one flying fuck who heard her.

The first convulsion of her body arched her back off the couch. Her body lit up with the electricity flowing from Everett’s talented tongue to her aching clit.

Hoping to soak up as much pleasure as she could, she rolled her hips against Everett’s mouth and got a growl from him that added to the sweet vibrations he was giving her. Her spasms continued, it was long and hard, and un-fucking-believable.

The last pulses fired through her and her body drooped in complete satiation. Everett slowed his movements, gentling his touch, kissing her softly. He drank up her orgasm like it was the finest wine. Giving her clit one last feathery kiss, he moved back up her body.

Layla expected him to kiss her, but instead he went higher and placed a kiss in each palm of her hands. Moving back down to her mouth, he hovered over her mouth.

“Good girl, I like that you do what you’re told,” he said to her mouth, his breath tickling her. Layla liked that, she didn’t know why, but pleasing him was a balm to her soul.

He kissed Layla’s slightly open mouth, sharing the sweet taste of her pussy with her. “See how good you taste? That’s why I’m going to do that every morning.”

“If you must,” she sighed. “And for the record, I only do what I’m told when it’s you and we’re in here. Outside of the bedroom, no promises.”

E
verett looked at her
, realizing she was giving him some very important insight into who she was.

“I can deal with that,” he told her. Having her bend to him not only pleased him, but his cat was thrilled. Everett’s dick was still hard and he wanted inside her now, but he’d agreed to make a formal gesture first. And what his mate wanted, she got.

Giving her ask a squeeze, he asked, “Do you want to change?”

That was very thoughtful of him, but she only had one thing on her mind. Getting Everett Hayes into a proper bed.

“I like this dress. Just don’t forget to grab my shoes,” she said. She had to hold on tight as Everett quickly pulled her skirt down, then swung her up into his arms. Except her legs were wrapped around his waist. He felt his pants shift and said, “Would you mind?”

Layla laughed and leaned back, moving her hands between then and tucking him back into his pants and doing up the zipper and button.

“Thanks, Duchess,” he said giving her a kiss.

Everett spied her shoes, walked over, bent to pick them up all the while still holding her tight to him.

“Anything else?” he asked, clearly in a hurry.

“My purse, need ID for the license,” she reminded him.

Looking around, Layla was getting dizzy as he spun her.

“I left it on the table in the entry downstairs,” she told him.

Everett spun towards the door, moved down the hallway and down the long staircase with her still in his arms. They reached the bottom and the Klein family was conveniently all sitting in the living area near the stairs. Clearly her mother had been busy as her sister, Claire was sitting on a couch, holding a sleeping toddler. Her mate was standing behind her. Micah was there still looking confused, but his mate had also joined him. It was a Klein family reunion in the formal living room.

“We’re going out,” Layla called over Everett’s shoulder. Normally she would be embarrassed. Her family being this involved in a personal situation would mortify her. Let alone the undignified way Everett was holding her. He was kind enough to swing her so her legs were over one arm now, but that was just to cover her bare ass before he walked down the stairs.

Everett had spotted the table and saw there were a number of purses resting on it. He gave a frustrated growl.

“Baby, it’s the Gucci,” Layla directed.

Everett looked at her like she had lost her mind. “Seriously?” he asked.

“The purple one, shiny, metal buckle,” she explained.

“Next time just say the purple one, damn, got to make everything so complicated,” he mumbled.

“You’ll just have to learn my purses so we won’t have to have this conversation next time, hmm?”

There was snickering coming from the other room. In another world, Everett would probably find this funny if he was watching from the living room. But right now, his mate was in his arms, not wearing any fucking panties, and she wanted to get married by Elvis before they completed their bond.

His mission was simple, license, Elvis, fucking. His goals were clear and no one was going to delay him in getting what he wanted while fulfilling his mate’s wishes.

Grabbing the purple bag, he turned towards the assembled group.

“Russell, Grace, goodnight.” Giving the group a head nod then turning towards the door.

Layla caught her sister giving her two thumbs up as she balanced her kid against her chest. William stuck his tongue out and Micah still looked befuddled.

In a flash they were out the door. Looking around, Everett realized he didn’t drive here.

“Over there, the red Mercedes.” Layla pointed to the car parked in the back.

“Wow, that’s a chick’s car,” Everett remarked, striding towards it.

“She’s beautiful, I love her. Her name is Sabrina and she loves me back,” Layla sniffed at him.

“Well, who wouldn’t,” he remarked like it was obvious.

Well, damn, he was too cute for words. Layla felt safe and happy being carried around by her mate. She wondered if she could convince him to always carry her. It would cut down on the wear and tear on her shoes. Those babies weren’t cheap.

Layla dug into her purse and found her keys, beeping the locks. Everett didn’t even put her down to open the door. He maneuvered enough to grab the handle and pull it open. He set her gently into the seat, then pulled the seatbelt across her and buckled her in.

Raising and eyebrow at him, he just smiled and held out his hand. She gave him the keys and he shut her door, walking around to the driver’s side.

He got in, adjusted all her mirrors and her seat. She should be pissed, but it just wasn’t manifesting. It’s like her bitch meter was broken or something.

“You know, I don’t just let anyone drive my car.”

“The valets drive your car,” he guessed.

“Sure, but them I know. They know if they even get a scratch on my baby I’ll scratch their eyes out.”

“Shifters?” he asked.

“Not all of them, the same punishment regardless,” she explained.

“The Duchess will have their heads huh?” he laughed.

“They will roll,” she said seriously. This for some reason was hysterically funny to Everett. His laughter was infectious. She started giggling then was holding her stomach as the tears rolled down her face.

The next few hours involved Layla and Everett making out at the county clerk’s office while waiting for their license. Making out on the steps in front of the Marriage License Bureau. Making out in the parking lot of a fast food joint after Layla convinced him to stop for burgers. Then a quick drive over to a sweet little chapel with an in-house Elvis.

They opted for the deluxe package that included a keepsake bouquet, music of their choice, and four pictures commemorating the event. They chose the traditional vows deciding they would speak their own later.

They were so wrapped up in their own happiness, they both failed to notice the silver sedan that had been following them from Layla’s house.

A
fter the ceremony
and a kiss that even had Elvis saying, “Whoa baby,” Layla made a few calls and was swiping the card through the lock on the honeymoon suite at a hotel down the strip from The Platinum. Everett was biting and nibbling on her neck. When the green light flashed, Layla found herself scooped up into Everett’s arms.

“We got married before consummating our relationship. I’m not going to skip carrying you over the threshold,” he explained.

“Whatever floats your boat, baby,” she said with a laugh.

“You float my boat, Duchess.”

Damn that was nice to hear, she thought.

Walking into the room, Everett burst out laughing. The room was one giant space complete with a king size bed covered in rose petals. There was a giant bouquet of Mylar balloons in the corner with
Congratulations!
And
Newlywed!
on them. A bucket of champagne was chilling on the table along with a heart shaped box of what could only be chocolates.

“This is festive,” he remarked.

“Well, it is the honeymoon suite,” she laughed.

“Very true,” he said, his voice dropping low. “What can I do for you, Mrs. Hayes?”

“Hmm, I could use a bath. I’m feeling a little gritty from our run earlier.”

Without a word, Everett carried her towards the bathroom, which was the only other door in the room. Seeing a large soaking tub with a wide tile surround he sat her gently down, kissing the tip of her nose.

Spying an artfully arranged grouping of candles, he fished into his pocket for a pack of matches he’d grabbed at the chapel. He turned on the tub faucets with a twist, added some complimentary bath salts and bubble bath, then lit the candles. Once he was happy with his set up, he went to the wall and flicked off the lights.

“What are you up to Mr. Hayes?” Layla was loving watching him prep each thing that he thought would make her happy. His consideration for her was surprising since she’d never had that before from any man.

“Giving my mate what she asked for. A bath,” he explained, pulling her to her feet and reaching around to find her zipper. He slowly pulled it down as he placed kisses along her collarbone. Reaching the bottom of her back with the zipper, he let his hand slide into her dress cupping her ass.

“And what do you need, Everett?”

“I need my girl. I need her to be happy and content. I’ll stop at nothing to make sure she has that,” he said, as he shifted her dress off her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor in a puddle.

“I am happy and content, Everett. But I need to know what I can do for you. I’ve never been so coddled, I feel like you’re giving and I’m just taking. It seems unfair,” she explained. Shit, she felt exposed admitting that to him. The chance that he would realize she was being selfish and stop what he was doing was a distinct possibility.

“Don’t you know?” he asked, brushing her hair back from her face.

She looked at him confused.

“It’s been three hours and you’ve already made me a better man. How can that compare to a few bubbles and candles.”

Crap, that hit straight to her heart. Layla felt her eyes well up, how on earth could she feel so much for this man so fast?

“I love you, Everett. Truly, madly, deeply. All the way to my toes,” she said, a tear tracking down her cheek. She didn’t know if she was relieved saying it or freaked out. The feelings were there, she’d never felt them before, so they had to be love right?

Everett raised his finger to catch the tear. He used it to brush over lips. “I love you too, Duchess. Down to my toes,” he told her then gave her a deep, toe curling, pussy clenching kiss. They hugged and held each other for a while. She would have been happy staying like that all night.

“Bath time,” he said quietly.

Looking up at him, she sniffed and nodded. Shit, she needed to get herself under control. Layla Klein did not cry naked in a bathroom. Wait, Layla Hayes, didn’t cry in bathrooms. That would be a change for her to remember.

Everett helped her into the tub, then watched for a moment as she sank in and the relaxation washed over her features. She was so fucking beautiful in the candlelight, it wasn’t even fair. Her beauty wasn’t just on the outside. It was soul deep, he could feel it.

“What are you going to do while I soak away the sand?”

“I’m going to shower. I’ve got plans for you when you’re done.”

Seeing the fire in his eyes, his cat causing them to glow in the candlelight she couldn’t help but murmur, “Can’t wait.”

It took everything he had to turn his back and turn the separate shower on across from tub. He stripped down in a flash and stepped in closing the clear glass door behind him.

Apparently Layla was going to get a bath and a show. Watching her mate, her husband, shower was better than going to the movies and getting the supersized popcorn with butter. Yummy.

Everett used the time in the shower to calm himself and his cat. He may look collected and smooth, but inside he was roaring. He needed to possess her and soon. He couldn’t imagine his brother having to wait and explain who he was to his mate. It must have killed him. How lucky was he that his mate was shifter and they didn’t have to convince each other that they were fated for each other.

Tonight, he went from single to hopefully bonded with his mate in the space of a few hours. He really should go downstairs and throw some money on the first table he came across because he couldn’t lose tonight.

When she’d said she loved him it was like a door opened for him. He’d wanted to say it the moment he met her. But you can’t fall in love with someone that fast, or so he thought. He knew what familial love felt like, but this was something so different. His cougar was clearly giving him the signals that yes, it was real love. But he was weirdly shy saying it first. Sure his ability to talk dirty was a new feature, but baring his soul would take some work.

Finishing up, he could see his mate’s eyes hadn’t left him during his shower. He loved that she wanted to see him naked. That she would let him be her one and only for the rest of her life was such a phenomenal gift, he was humbled by it.

Stepping out of the shower, he reached for a towel and started drying off. He figured he’d give her a show and turned around while he dried his back. He heard a delicate snort then laughter coming from the tub.

Shit, he’d forgotten his tattoo.

“I can explain,” he said, turning around to see her bubble covered hand over her mouth. The laughter still shining in her eyes.

“
Stryker’s #1
?”

“Well, I could give you the long explanation or just go with the honest, it was a drunken bet.”

“Can you see it when you shift?” She was intrigued, this was a new one for her.

“Sorta, it looks like blotches in my fur, thank goodness,” he admitted.

“You never wanted it taken off?”

“Honestly I forget about it. It’s not like I spend a lot of time looking at my ass.”

“Well, I plan on spending a lot of time looking at your ass,” she said, as she stood up the water sloshing of her body. The bubbles clung to her skin, but the flare in his eyes showed her they weren’t covering much.

“I’ll schedule an appointment tomorrow to have it removed,” he promised.

“Nah, leave it. It will be a healthy reminder of your youthful indiscretions. But if our kids ever ask, tattoos are not allowed.”

The moment she mentioned their children, his dick that had been at half mast engorged painfully. Fuck, he could get her pregnant. They could make a baby right away. Seeing her naked and wet for him was like a gift he couldn’t wait to unwrap.

Two steps took him to her and he scooped her up in his arms.

“I’m wet!” she screeched, but was laughing at the way he seemed to be hurrying now.

“I’ll dry you off, then get you wet again, Duchess,” he promised as he took her into the bedroom.

The words made her pussy convulse and she knew she wouldn’t have any trouble getting wet around her mate.

Everett approached the bed that was still strewn with rose petals and quickly flicked the bedspread down flinging it to the floor taking all the fragrant roses with it.

“I don’t want those pretty little flowers messing with my sense of smell. The only thing I want to smell is you,” he growled, laying her down on the sheets.

Layla stretched and watched her mate’s eyes take in her body. She knew she was teasing him, but she also knew that they were both about to get exactly what they wanted.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yes,” she answered and opened her arms to him.

Everett didn’t need any further invitation. He swooped down and slid his body over hers. The instant their skin touched both of them purred deep and low.

“This is perfect,” she moaned.

“It’s about to get better, Duchess.”