GettingLuckyinGalway (11 page)

“What does that mean?”

“It means, beautiful one, you’re the only one I can make
sleep. Your pussy listens to me even if you don’t.” And it showed exactly how
strong their mating bond had grown in the days they’d spent alone together. Now
if he could only use magic to find out if she felt even half of what he did.

Yes, Roark knew they were mated. To her people and family
they were as good as married. Calder would never cheat on him, never imagine
another in his place. She would be loyal to her death. But what he didn’t know
was if the shifter mating including love and devotion. And as girly as it made
him, Roark didn’t want to risk opening his heart until Calder spoke first.
Yeah, he loved her. He
knew
he loved her, but as long she didn’t
know
he loved her, somehow Roark felt emotionally safer.

Stupid, he knew, but no one ever accused him of being a
brain trust.

“Why are you here, Lucky Charms?”

That damn black brow lifted in the way that made her want to
smack him and fuck him at the same time. “Again I say, where else would I be,
but beside my mate?”

“Since I know nothing about your mating practices, how the
hell would I know? You could have some weird ritual involving chipmunks, hockey
pucks and electric sockets.”

Roark looked at her as if she’d started spouting quantum
physics or asked to pee on the president. Not the first time to be under the
weight of
that
stare, Calder chose to ignore it and move on.

“There’s something so special about being mated to a moron.
I mean any idiot could fall for the perfect guy, but it takes a real woman to
hook up with the mentally challenged and survive.”

“Why do you torture me this way?”

“It’s not torture if you like it.”

“Good point.”

“Can we move on to why you’re still here? And when I can
throw your going away party?”

“You’ve got a wide streak of mean in you, not to mention a
sarcastic bent that gets me hard.”

She scoffed at him. “The wind blowing gets you hard so
that’s not exactly a compliment.”

“If I wanted to be abused, I’d go see my family. Instead
here I am, after combing this rather large country looking for you. Shouldn’t
it earn me a brownie point or two?”

Her eyes rolled even as she tried to control the movement.
The man made her want to do ten different things and only six of them naked.

“So are we here together to fuck or separate? ’Cause I got
to tell you, mating isn’t too easy on a female’s system. I need sex and I need
it from you.” Granted maybe she shouldn’t have blurted it out like that, but
too much tension in the room would suffocate them in minutes.

* * * * *

She stood proudly naked in front of him, sunlight dancing
over her skin, daring him to say a word about her not-so-flat belly or her
not-so-toned thighs. Their lovemaking had always consisted of her being on her
back or against the wall, in places or positions that didn’t put her at a
disadvantage.

He stood there, the light of the kitchen surrounding his
powerful body. One strong hand rubbed his whiskered jaw while his gaze never
stopped stroking her bare flesh.

“And there goes plan A.”

“Plan A?” The man could talk her in circles after he was
inside her.

“The buildup you’re not getting.” Three strides and he
closed the distance between them. Calloused fingers grasped her ass and lifted
until Calder wrapped her legs around his waist and twined her arms around his
neck.

“Condom?” she managed to pant out.

“Already got it,” his voice was harsh in the dimly lit room,
“while you were busy getting gloriously naked. Now let’s see about you.”

He took her down onto the buttery-soft leather couch. From
now until the day she died she’d never bitch at Trevon for the luxury he
insisted on having. Not when it came in handy.

Reality disappeared under Roark’s magical touch. There were
no sweet, gentle kisses, no tender explorations of new lovers. He devoured and
conquered her with the slick thrust of his tongue and the wicked bite of his
teeth.

His penis rubbed against her thigh, long, heavy and very hot.
Her mouth hungered to taste and lick every silk-encased-steel inch of him.
Since when did she bother offering head? The act bored her, felt beneath her
and was pretty much was a waste of time, except for the man, of course.

Now she couldn’t wait to drop to her knees and lick every
tempting inch of his wide, stiff length. Shit, mating made a girl lose her
mind.

When his solid, hot body covered hers, she forgot to breathe
for a moment. One large hand reached between her naked thighs to open her
swollen lips. The broad, fat head of his cock pushed into her before she had a
chance to relax her muscles.

She opened her mouth, to warn him or ask him to give her a
second, but it was too late. He shoved hard with all the considerable strength
of his body. The pain flashed to pleasure and back so quickly Calder didn’t
know if she needed to scream in agony or ecstasy.

Roark’s cock felt almost too large, even though her body was
more than ready. He tunneled inside her, stretching her to fit his width.

His head pulled back sharply. “How can you possibly feel
better every time I fuck you?”

Calder noticed the rigid way he held his body, the way his
jaw flexed. The tendons in his neck stood out and his hands clenched and
unclenched at her sides.

She stretched up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Kegel
exercises?” Not the brightest thing to say at this exact moment, but what could
she say? Argue with him?

With a curse, Roark lowered until he lay completely on top
of her. His mouth was on hers, tongue fucking while his hands explored.

His firm thighs bunched and he started thrusting, deep and
fast.

The rhythm of Roark’s body sped up until he was slamming
into her, the couch banging into the sturdy wooden wall. She’d never felt so
wanted or fucked in her entire life. Nothing existed outside Roark and his
magnificent cock.

She came without warning. One minute, she’d been exploring
the firm ropes of muscle in his back and the next her body broke into a million
pieces. Lights flashed beneath her eyelids as stars flared and died. Her cunt
pulled long and hard on Roark’s cock as she rode her pleasure to the trembling
end.

Roark’s body froze for a second before he frantically
hammered again into her wet depths. He tore his lips away from hers then buried
his face in the cushions by her head.

Once, twice, and by the third deep and heavy thrust, Calder
felt the heat of his semen through the thin condom. Yet he continued to push
into her as if trying to reach deeper or go farther.

As her own climax smoothed over, she could feel Roark’s cock
still rigid, thick and long inside her. How could he still be ready? He’d come.
She’d felt it.

She clung to his shoulders and, with a confused sigh, let
go. Her arms and legs fell to the cushions. There was no more strength in her
to hold on. Sweat glued their bodies together and between their thighs, her
sticky moisture continued to trickle out. She thought she’d be satisfied.
Coming once usually had her ready for a shower then bed.

But not this time, not with Roark. She should be exhausted,
overwhelmed by his rough treatment and desperate fucking, but Calder wanted to
fly. She lacked the strength to do more than breathe. Then he hit a sweet spot
inside her and Calder found a second wind.

Her thighs were still held open by his taut hips, completely
vulnerable to him. She wondered if it would be rude to ask him to flip over so
she could ride him for a while.

“Roark—”

Her voice died out as his hips kept moving.

“Thank goodness,” she praised and wrapped her legs around
his waist. Ready for another incredible fuck.

Roark clung to Calder, his mind blown away by the force and
power of his orgasm. The feel of her arms around him was the only thing keeping
him together.

He couldn’t believe he was still fucking her. His arms
clamped around her, holding her tightly to him, he pumped and grinded against
her as the need to come built swiftly in his balls.

Then they were kissing again, and he deepened the kiss with
a short groan, lowering more of his weight against the delicious roundness of
her perfect, plump breasts. He used one hand to hold her head still for his
kiss. Oh how he loved fucking her mouth as much as her cunt. So soft and wet,
with a flavor he could easily become addicted to.

He praised whatever higher power was listening as she kissed
him back. Her tongue met and twined with his. He’d never met a woman he hadn’t
been able to take and leave. Much less a woman he couldn’t lose his erection
for. Everything about Calder felt different. She had her own life, her own
friends. She didn’t need him or depend on him for anything. Self-confident and
assured, everything about her turned him on.

To his delight and amazement, Calder met him thrust for
thrust, and he reveled in every motion. He’d never made love to a woman as soft
as Calder, and now he knew just what he’d been missing. The perfection of her
curves cushioned the hard planes of his body. Instead of feeling her bones,
Roark felt nothing but the lushness of her generous flesh. Everything about her
was somehow more giving than anything he’d ever experienced before.

Roark had less than zero control, but he wanted to feel
Calder come around him again. To feel her slick inner muscles pull and squeeze
as her orgasm tore through her.

He wrapped one arm around her, sliding his hand up and down
her silken side, through the soft fall of her rich red-gold hair. Later, when
his desire tamped down, he wanted to wind those dark locks around his cock.

Maybe he should take time out to kiss and tongue her
breasts, but that meant leaving her mouth.

Nope, he couldn’t do it. Maybe in a couple of hours he’d be
able to give those ripe berry nipples the attention they deserved, to suck them
in his mouth and nibble the sweet flesh with his teeth.

Cripes, he was turning himself on while still thrusting
inside her. What the hell was happening between his brain and his dick?

He didn’t care. Roark drew his hand free of her billowy
cloud of long hair to cup her breast. It felt full and soft in his large hand.
He lightly drew a circle around the nipple and wanted to smile at the moan that
vibrated between their joined mouths.

In a sudden movement, Roark reversed their positions. He
rolled them over with her in his arms until she lay pressed atop him. Her
fragrant curtain of red-gold hair surrounded them as if it were a living wave.

He’d thought with Calder on top he wouldn’t feel the need to
get rough, but with her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, her breath
warming his neck, rough fucking was about the only thing he was capable of.

He could feel how warm and wet she was from her own juices.
His latex-covered cock was making noises in her, but it didn’t bother him
enough to pull out and grab a new one. Besides, with a wave of his hand he
could change condoms without disturbing either one of them.

His wide hands cupped the perfect globes of her ass and he
settled into a deep, pounding rhythm—hard, fast thrusts he generally used right
before coming his brains out.

Everything in the world faded except for the soul-driven
need to keep fucking Calder. Roark clung tightly to her, pulling her firmly
down to his body, shaking as his own orgasm rose up and her sweet, tight
muscles spasmed around him. He fucked her all the way through it, unable to
stop, vicious short stabs up into her, his cock iron stiff, coming so much he
almost passed out. By the time his body finally stopped shaking and thrusting,
he couldn’t think, speak or even blink. And he was drop-dead grateful she’d
been on top so he wouldn’t even have to think about moving.

“If I’m dead in the morning please close my casket?”
Calder’s breathless voice broke through his satiated haze. “If I’m gone then
there’s no reason to taunt my family with the blissful smile even death won’t
be able to wipe away.”

Roark didn’t think he would ever walk again and Calder
wanted to have a conversation about their
never gonna happen
deaths.
Then again the blissful smile part gave him enough of a jolt to force his lips
to curl. “I aim to please.”

His answer must have satisfied her because she continued to
talk. “You do more than please, mister.” Then she dropped her head and nuzzled
her nose against his panting and sweaty chest.

“That good, huh?” Wow, he could still talk. Amazing what a
little compliment could do to a man’s body. “May I return the compliment?”

“On a scale of one to ten,” Calder paused to nip his
passion-hard nipple, “you broke the scale.”

* * * * *

She couldn’t admit, outside her head at least, how nice and
perfect it felt to snuggle, replete in Roark’s arms. Basking in the afterglow,
Calder ran her foot up her leprechaun’s muscled thigh. “So…”

“So.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

Irritation wanted to bubble up and out, but Calder clamped
it down. No reason to ruin a perfectly good post-orgasm cuddle. Hadn’t Dora
told her think more and speak less. Maybe her godmother had a point, though
she’d rather sew her lips shut than admit the older woman could be right.

“Roark, you aren’t naïve enough to think we can live on sex
alone. Someday we’ll have to crawl out of this bed and deal with the rest of
the world.” She gave him a not so subtle nudge in the ribs. “The rest of the
world including my family and yours.”

“Why must you destroy my shiny bubble of happiness?” he
complained in a low, childish tone. “There are only two people allowed in this
bed.” He used a finger to tap her nose then pressed the same digit to his
chest. “Anyone not you or I will be thrown out.”