Goldie [Pyrate's Treasure 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

“Feel better?” he asked, sounding as if he was near the end of his own restraint.

“No,” she growled between gritted teeth. “Fuck me into the damn wall. Make me yours.”

As if her words cut the last threads of his control, Caleb lowered her onto his cock until he filled her completely. Goldie dropped her forehead to his shoulder as her hands clenched into fists behind his head. She kept her eyes closed to keep him from seeing that her amber-colored eyes had shifted to bloodred. Her canines dropped, and she fought the near-explosive need to claim her mate.

She began to pant when his hands gripped her hips tighter and he began to move. He pulled out of her until only the head remained inside, then thrust fully into her again. He moved slowly, holding his cock deep inside her for a heartbeat before repeating the move again and again.

With each increasingly hard and fast stroke, Goldie’s need to claim grew as her arousal mushroomed out of control. She lifted her head, pushed aside the collar of his shirt, and licked at the spot where shoulder and neck came together.

He made a sound from deep in his chest as his hips began to move even faster, slamming home. Finally, she could not take the gut-clenching anticipation any longer. With one last lick of his salty skin, she bit into his shoulder and sucked hard. His tangy, salty blood filled her mouth, and she flew over the edge of release at the taste.

As her body convulsed with her orgasm, Caleb tightened his arms around her, thrust twice more even harder and deeper than before, then roared as his cock pulsed and twitched deep inside her cunt.

She pulled her teeth from him and licked the small wounds closed. She hugged him tight as her body dealt with the aftermath of the best sex she had ever experienced in her life. Caleb leaned heavily against her, but surprisingly remained on his feet as they recovered.

When she was certain he was either going to drop her or slide to the floor, he pushed away from the wall. Still holding her securely against his chest, Caleb staggered to the long couch across the room. He collapsed with a growly sigh then began to brush kisses on her hair while his hands stroked up and down her back in soothing, calming strokes.

She snuggled her cheek against his T-shirt and listened as his body returned to normal. She was not surprised that her heartbeat and breathing slowed along with his as they recovered. They were, after all, now fully bonded mates.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked after several long minutes as they sat and petted one another.

Goldie smiled against his chest. Taking a deep breath, she said softly, “The best sex ever.”

She tensed when his hands stopped moving on her back. She did not take another breath again until he began stroking a hand up and down her spine again. “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

Before he could continue, her stomach grumbled, a loud sound that his immediately echoed.

Lifting her head from his chest, she looked at him. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry. Shall we see what the committee left in the frig?”

“Can we talk while we eat?” he asked, holding her hips steady when she would have jumped from his lap.

“If we must,” she said, leaning up and kissing his cheek.

“We must. But first I think we should clean up and…oh shit, my bags.”

Goldie smiled as she watched him try to shut down the still-horny male side of him and become the emotionally disconnected deputy. She knew how he felt. If her stomach had not interrupted, she would have been willing to test the best-sex theory again and again and again.

“Knowing Teach, they’re sitting on the porch already. Relax, Deputy, it’s all good.”

* * * *

Twenty minutes later, Caleb sat down at the small table in the center of the kitchen as Goldie bustled around the room putting the finish touches on dinner. While he had pulled his pants back on and brought in his suitcases and duffel bag that were indeed sitting on the front porch, she had jumped in the shower.

By the time he stepped into the bathroom intending to join her in the shower, she had already turned off the water and was drying off. When she grabbed her clothes and ducked out of the bathroom, before he could stop her, disappointment filled him. Though he was starving, he would never have turned down a hot shower with a sexy woman.

Goldie looked nervous as she set a casserole dish on the table. While he had taken a quick shower, she set the table and put together a tossed salad. A loaf of homemade bread sat on a cutting board, waiting to be sliced. A pitcher of what he knew was sweet tea sat beside two ice-filled glasses. She dished up the casserole, some kind of pasta and seafood in a cream sauce, which made Caleb’s mouth water, before taking a seat across the table from him.

“Why so far away, baby girl?”

“You want to talk, and I don’t think we can if we’re sitting any closer together,” she said as she cut several slices from the bread loaf, taking one and sliding the cutting board toward him.

As he studied her, his cock began to reinflate. She was just so damn pretty. Dropping his gaze to his dinner, he took a breath. “You’re probably right.”

Though questions pressed at his brain for answers only she could give him, dinner demanded his attention first. They ate in silence as if each were hesitant to start what might turn into an uncomfortable conversation.

After eating two large helpings of the delicious casserole along with several slices of bread and his salad, Caleb put down his fork and pushed away his plate. He would not be able to eat like this often unless he found a way to burn off the calories. The sheriff would be all over him if he got fat and sloppy while on this supposedly easy assignment.

“Do you still want to talk?” Goldie asked, sounding nervous as she started carrying dishes to the sink.

“All I know about you is that your name is Goldie Pyrate and you claim we are life partners. Tell me everything about yourself,” he said as he finished stacking the dishes.

“Only if you tell me everything about you as well,” she said, glancing at him over her shoulder.

“Deal,” he said. “And after we deal with these, maybe we can take a walk and you can show me around the island?”

By the time they finished washing the dishes and ambled through town side by side, they had shared most of their life histories. She learned that he was an only child of parents who had died shortly after he finished high school, had joined the Marines for the law enforcement training before joining the sheriff’s department after spending three six-month tours in the Middle East out of his four-year enlistment.

He learned that she was the oldest of six cousins who had moved to the island eighteen years ago. She shared her dreams for the island, the resort, and her extended family, which appeared to include every person who lived on Pyrate Island. They found they both liked movies that made them think, mystery and thriller books, and all kinds of music from country to classical.

Though there were others out walking around town as well, neither he nor Goldie paid them any attention. Caleb found himself meeting a few men’s speculative glances and eased closer to the woman beside him. He met each man’s gaze squarely as he took her hand or wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He was not sure why, but he felt a need to make sure these men knew without a doubt that this woman was his.

Once they walked through the small collection of beach house rentals at the far end of town, they kept walking. Once on the hard sand just above the surf line, they turned and walked along the shore. Time seemed to come to a halt as they continued strolling, talking, and sharing bits and pieces of themselves and their lives.

When they reached a tall fence that crossed the beach and went well out into the water, he stopped when she tried to turn them to walk a path along the fence line.

“Why the fence?” he asked.

“Two-thirds of the island is privately owned. This is to keep guests from straying.”

“Who owns it?” Caleb asked, wanting to know everything about this woman. His curiosity was making him cross boundaries he normally would not go near.

“The pa…The Pyrate family trust.” She started to say something else then corrected herself. “Grandfather can explain it better than I can.”

“Uh-huh,” Caleb said then allowed her to lead him back toward town. The closer they got to his cottage, the slower Goldie walked, apparently reluctant for the evening to end.

He wondered if there was some little thing she was not telling him. Some secret to do with why she had just about fucked him on the wide-open roof of the ferry and why she had bitten his neck during sex at his house.

She came to a complete stop at his front walk.

“You are coming in, aren’t you?” he said, looking down at her.

Moonlight glinted off her black hair as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze. “Is that okay?” she asked, sounding unusually hesitant for a woman he had figured out was anything but.

“Do you need to be anywhere else tonight?” he asked as he wrapped his arm tighter around her shoulders and guided her up the walk to his porch.

She shook her head as they climbed the steps to the porch. “Cash is covering for me tonight. I’m free until the meeting tomorrow morning.”

“Good,” he said, opening the door and following her inside. “Then after you can tell me more about this instant recognition and life–slash–soul mate thing between us.”

“After?” she asked as he closed and locked the door.

Turning, he pulled her into his arms. “Yeah, after. I have to do a thorough body search and check every inch of this body for identifying marks and to make sure you’re not packing any concealed weapons.”

“And what are you arresting me for, Deputy?” she asked, falling into his game easily.

“Haven’t made up my mind yet.”

Lifting her into his arms, he carried her down the hall and into the room where a queen-size bed waited for them. When he reached the side of the bed, he held her out over the mattress and dropped her. She giggled as she bounced, watching as he quickly stripped to his boxer shorts before he threw himself down beside her then half covered her body with his own. He kissed her long and deep before shifting and propping his head up on one elbow.

“Do I get to search you, too?” she asked, her giggles transforming into a long moan as he ran his free hand up her body to cup and massage first one breast and then the other. Her nipples popped to attention under her shirt as shivers of heat built in her core.

“We’ll see,” he said, leaning down and licking at her bottom lip. “But first I’ve got to search you to make sure you’re not concealing anything dangerous.”

With her helping as much as she could, he had her stripped bare in less than a minute. Then he spent many long minutes exploring every inch of her body. He licked and kissed every square millimeter of it before shifting to lie with his shoulders between her thighs.

She moaned when he licked his way between her pussy lips. The moan became a growl once he took her clit between his lips and gently batted it left and right then up and down with his tongue. When he gently nipped it with his teeth, she tried to sit up and reached for his shoulders. He pulled off the knot of nerves with a smacking sound then rose up on hands and knees. With one hand in the center of her chest, he toppled her back to lie flat on the bed.

“Sorry, baby girl, but I’m conducting this investigation, not you. Now cooperate or I’ll be forced to add resisting arrest to the charges,” he said as he lifted her legs from the bed and pushed them up until her thighs lay against her body.

Holding them there with a palm on the back of each thigh, he returned his attention to her center. Working his way from the top of her slit down to the open, wet entrance of her pussy, he showed a true mastery of the art of oral sex. Using fingers, teeth, and tongue, he licked and sucked at her, driving her to an orgasm the depth and intensity of which she had never felt before. Instead of allowing her to settle and relax, he continued playing, keeping her wound up and aroused.

When she thought she would go crazy if he did not do something, he licked one last time from pussy to clit to the top of her slit. Then he licked at her tattoo once again.

Lifting his head, he stared up at her between her shaking legs with a grin that sent a shiver through Goldie.

“Still with me, baby girl?”

Goldie was panting so hard that she could not speak. She nodded and lifted her arms, needing to hold him before she flew out into space from the wildness of the pleasure racing through her body.

Caleb shifted so he was kneeling at the apex of her thighs. Seeming to take pity on her, he took her right hand in his left and held it, giving her the skin-on-skin connection she so desperately needed. He used his other hand to drag the head of his cock up and down her centerline, the intimate touch keeping her on edge and in need.

She sucked in a sharp breath when he finally pressed the head of his cock against her pussy opening. In the next heartbeat, he slid completely into her. When his pelvis pressed against her ass cheeks, they groaned in harmony.

“More,” Goldie whined, trying to sit up in order to touch him more fully.

“What’s that, baby girl? Do you need a break?”