Jett's Wild Wolf (Mystic Wolves 3) (10 page)

She shivered, pulling her thoughts back away from the past. No use crying over spilled milk and all that nonsense. “Keith realized I was at the bar and then questioned a couple of my friends in the pack.”

Jett’s hands reached for her phone but his expression remained calm. “Is he your alpha? Does he have your number?” He palmed the cell.

“Yeah. Keith is a controlling bastard.” After she explained the way they communicated he nodded, running his thumb over her phone.

“I hate to break it to you, but if he has anyone good with electronics, he can trace you without that thing being on.”

Taryn gasped. “Are you serious?” She knocked the phone out of Jett’s hand, watching as he made a play to keep from dropping it.

“That ain’t gonna work,” he teased, catching the phone before it dropped.

Funnily enough, she was aware of that. “I feel like a damn idiot for not thinking of that. Keith is smarter than your average,” she stopped. Had she told him too much, without explaining everything yet? Taryn wanted to have one more good memory before he and the rest of the Mystic Pack found out who and what she was. More than that, she wanted him to look at her with more than just hate.

What was it about Jett that did it for her that no other had? He was dangerous, sexy, and courageous in both his forms. But even more, he made her feel safe, like a woman who was of worth.

To her that was more precious than anything in the world.

“Come on, let’s take a ride.” She eyed his bike, and then her exposed thighs in her dress.

She was happy when he caught her hand in his and led her to the bright orange car parked in the garage. “Can I drive?” She asked.

“No. Not just no, but hell no.” Jett held the passenger door open for her. “This, dear girl has been known to twist its chassis if the driver doesn’t handle it properly.” He spoke as he slid behind the wheel.

Taryn raised her brows. “Oh, my. That is soo fast. Do you think it’s safe?” She batted her lashes at him.

Jett pointed his finger at her. “Buckle up and don’t sass me, brat.”

Her entire body was primed and ready for a thrill ride. Of course, she knew what the Road Runner could do. She was into muscle cars and the older the better. Thoughts of a thrill ride and Jett went hand in hand. If it were up to her, she’d be the one driving, but she did as instructed and buckled up. His strong arm curved over the back of the bucket seats as he reversed. Like his bike, the car rumbled beneath them. He’d placed the phone between them, and she had no clue what he planned to do with it, but trusted him implicitly. A first with her, when it came to men.

She shouldn’t read too much into his actions, he was just insuring Keith couldn’t trace her back to his pack. The chemistry between them was off the charts, but he probably had the same reaction to any woman with a heartbeat. Her beasts didn’t like that and beat at her skull to get out. With effort she pushed them back, looking out the passenger window as he pulled onto the two lane road.

Once the winding road straightened, Jett let the engine open up. Taryn loved the feel of being thrown back against the leather seats from the force as they sped up. With the wind whipping through her hair she held her hand out the window, the air sifting between her fingers reminding her of freedom. God, she loved fast cars, fast bikes, fast anything.

Excitement stirred as he shifted gears, the sound of the engine roaring made her laugh out loud. “Your car is fucking awesome,” she yelled.

As he shifted into fourth gear, he looked over at her. “Are you wet?”

She was enjoying the moment, and didn’t think to lie to him. “Yes.” Her nipples pebbled against the lace cups of her bra. The scrap of silk between her thighs was soaked beyond repair.

“Touch yourself, let me see.” He looked down between her legs and then back up at her face.

Slowly she turned in the seat, bending her leg up to give him a view of what she was doing. His deep inhale turned her on even more. She traced her hand in a slow path up her leg from her foot, making a show of touching the bracelet on her ankle up to her knee.

“Lord have mercy,” he growled.

Her fingers traced patterns on her inner thighs, teasing them both. “What do you want me to do now?”

“Show me what you like.” His fingers were gripping the steering wheel so tightly they were white, the tiny white scars from manual labor visible.

She licked her lips but did as he’d instructed, hiking her skirt up a little. Her fingers moved under the fabric, she wanted to be naked and beneath him with the sun over them, or the moon.

With her legs splayed wide, she arched into her touch, a moan of pleasure escaped from her lips. In this position she should feel exposed, vulnerable, but she felt powerful, in control. She knew his enhanced senses would allow him to smell how excited she was. After all, she could see the erection straining against the zipper of his jeans. She wanted to reach out and touch him, taste him.

Hair whipped into her eyes, blocking her view of Jett, but it gave her a chance to focus on the moment. She tossed her head back, rocking her hips into her fingers.

“Enough.” Jett’s fingers grabbed hers before she could bring herself to completion.

“Hey, I was right there,” she panted, eyes going wide as she watched him pull the vehicle down a dirt road. They bumped over some pot holes she was sure he’d never taken the car over quite so fast before. She was forced to move her feet to the floorboard or risk injury.

Jett sucked her fingers into his mouth. “I’ll have you there again shortly.”

The man was a menace and a tease. He licked and sucked each digit, teasing and arousing her to a fever pitch, and then he brought the car to an abrupt halt, using their joined hands to put the car in gear.

She sat up, looking around at the surroundings. The clearing overlooked what appeared like all of Sturgis. “Where are we?” she asked.

“Far enough from my home, that if I throw this hard enough, it should land a good distance away from anywhere near any of us.” He’d released her hand, picking up the cellphone.

Her stomach dropped. She’d completely forgotten why they were together, yet he’d kept his head straight enough to drive with a purpose. A sharp reminder why she couldn’t, shouldn’t let him have her heart. Dark memories of her youth surfaced. How her mother would look when Keith would leave their rooms. The devastation and anger the woman would look at her with.

“Don’t,” Jett said, forcing her back to the present with his deep voice.

Blinking back useless tears, she undid her seatbelt, blindly searching for the door latch. Memories had no place in her life, but in the past where they belonged. “You going to throw it today or tomorrow? I’ll need to go into town and get a burner. A girl on her own needs one for safety purposes.” She tried for a matter of fact tone, and was sure she’d hit just the right note.

Jett wrapped his arms around her, pushing her against the side of the car until she was caged in by his body. “What upset you just now and don’t lie to me?”

Was he high? Men didn’t want to hear a chick’s problems, especially family drama. She sure as shit wasn’t gonna tell him, she was hurt he wasn’t as turned on by her as she’d been by touching herself, while thinking about him. Fuck that.

He gave her a little shake, just enough to remind her he was waiting. Fine, she’d give him a little honesty. “I was just thinking about how shitty my childhood was, that I would need to toss my phone so daddy dearest doesn’t find me. There. Happy now?” Shit, did she just admit that Keith was her dad?

His eyes softened. “If you want to roleplay, I’d be more than happy to spank your ass.”

Heat from his body warmed her, and she focused on it and the man. His words sank into her mind. This close she realized he was hard as stone all over, his dick pressing against her stomach made her wish she was taller, wanting to feel him pressing against her center. She figured as primed as she was already she’d come in a heartbeat or two.

Jett reached into the back of the car, grabbing a blanket out of the backseat. Taryn raised her eyebrows as he placed it over the hood of the Road Runner. “Trust me,” he murmured, then bent and lifted her up onto the hood.

She was grateful he’d had the forethought to protect her bare ass from the hot metal. The last thing she needed was a burned backside, and then she wasn’t thinking as he was kissing her again.

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H
is hands wanted to discover for himself just how wet Taryn actually was. She’d driven him crazy during the fifteen minutes it had taken them to get up the winding road, leading them away from his home. He’d driven over twenty-five miles at break neck speeds, but knew his car could handle the twists and turns. However, he didn’t think his dick had ever been so damn hard in his life. Her smell had intoxicated him more than the most potent whiskey. The small licks and sucks he’d gotten from her fingers had only whet his appetite. Now, he had her on top of his beloved vehicle, and she looked like the perfect pin-up vixen, all sleek curves and in the dress, he wanted to tear it from her body. Goddess, but she was gorgeous. He wanted to make love to her, right there on the hood on top of the mountain with the sun setting. If he was an artist, he’d paint her.

He paused with his hands on her thighs. “I need you. Tell me you want me too.”

Her blue eyes sparkled. “You know I do. Make love to me, Jett.”

She reached out and pulled him to her. The urge to rip her dress in half was there, but he fought it, instead he reached behind her and found the zipper, tugging it down. She lifted up and helped him pull it over her head. He laid it under her as well, an added cushion for her delicate skin from the heat of the vehicles engine on the hot metal. Fuck. If he’d known she had on a set of matching red bra and panties, he wasn’t sure they’d have made it past his garage.

“Your wolf is showing,” Taryn said.

Jett cupped her breasts in his palms. “Did you know red is my favorite color? Well, next to purple. I have a fascination with purple as well.” He flicked his thumbs over the distended peaks, the action making her squirm.

“Hmm, I had no clue. I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

“See that you do, or better yet, I’ll make sure you’re stocked up.” He unclasped the front closure. Her beautiful breasts spilled free, more than a handful, but perfect for him. He plumped each mound, licked around the tip of the right one before sucking it into his mouth. “So perfect, beautiful, delicious,” he muttered.

“You’re the gorgeous one.” She wrapped her legs around him, her soft words making him laugh. He was glad she thought he was attractive, but he wanted her to know he was more than just a pretty boy. He used the piercing on his tongue to add that edge to his kisses and sucking that would ignite nerves in her breast, shooting straight to her core as he bit down. He transferred to the other breast and did the same thing, and when she moaned his name, he moved down, knowing she was getting close.

By the time he reached her mound she was sobbing his name. He tugged on the bit of silk, pulling it off and then tossing it onto the hood to lay beside the discarded bra, then licked the sweetest pussy he’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. He lapped at her slick folds, pushing his tongue between her lips and rolling the tip against the hardened bud of her clit. He had to hold her down with one arm over her abdomen as he flicked the barbell back and forth in a slow pattern. Using one finger he entered her slowly, then eased a second digit in. He raised his head. “You okay?”

“Don’t you fucking stop now, Jett Tremaine or I’ll cut your damn dick off.”

He chuckled and blew a stream of air over her folds. “Don’t you worry, I have no plans to stop. Goddess, you taste better than coffee, and that is saying a lot.”

She gripped his hair, like she was scared he was going to leave her hanging. Jett had no plans of leaving the place between her thighs until he buried his tongue, and dick deep inside her. He slid his pierced tongue over her clit again and again while working the two fingers in and out of her in tandem. When he felt her inner muscles begin to clench, he picked up the speed of both and then sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking the nub and making her cry out with release.

Jett lapped at her cream like a cat. He had no clue how long she came, her cries echoing in the still air, but he was pretty sure he felt like a king of men. He slowly stood from between her thighs. She looked gorgeous laying naked on the hood of his car. Every cell in his body demanded he push his jeans down and shove into her.

“What are you waiting for?” Her hips jerked forward, and that was all the invitation he needed.

He undid the button, slowly eased the zipper down out of fear of injuring himself, and then rubbed the head of his cock through her saturated folds. He had to close his eyes and count to ten before he embarrassed himself and spent his seed all over her thigh.

Gently, he pushed inside an inch and then pulled back. Her welcoming heat enveloped the head of his shaft, her pussy like a wet kiss and she took him easily. He didn’t pause until he was balls deep. She made a moan of pleasure and lifted against him, grinding up.

Jett lifted her right leg, setting her foot on the hood, opening her even more. They groaned in unison as he sank in even deeper. He bent and licked at her nipple.

“You feel so good, so deep.”

His wolf prowled to the surface, the primitive part of him wanted to claim their mate. To keep from doing anything stupid, he released her leg, planting his hands on either side of her head and started to pump his hips. He didn’t think he’d last when she wrapped both legs around him and swiveled her hips.

“Holy shitnshynoma.” He was sure his eyes were changing colors.

She laughed. “Is that a word?”

He fucked her harder, faster, needing her to come apart before he did. Sweat glistened on her skin as he pounded into her, the hood of his car was surely taking a beating as well, but all he cared about, all he saw was her. “Who fucking knows? Come, Taryn. I want to feel you squeezing my cock.” He bent and nipped her breast, his teeth barely breaking the skin. Her pussy spasmed at the same time as she cried out, her nails raking down his arms.