Stripe for Love: Paranormal Surprise Pregnancy Tiger Shifter Romance (Shifter Grove Brides Book 6)

H
ow the hell
did I get here,
she wondered as his strong hands gripped her hips, kissing a line down her stomach and stopping at her navel, his tongue teasing her and making her whimper against his touch.

Her hands were coiled in his thick, sandy-blond hair and when he looked up, she couldn’t quell the gasp she felt tingling in her throat every damn time he gave her that wicked look. His grayish-golden eyes were so mesmerizing that she couldn’t look away, but when he moved down even further, she had to, because her body was twitching already.

Layla threw her head back, bucking her hips up to him, her pussy wet and ready for him, nearly begging him to take her. There was this raw masculinity about him, this mysterious guy she’d met on a regular night out, while just passing through Idaho on her way to Seattle to settle into a whole new life and a whole new job.

She wasn’t even sure if she could remember his name, because the tequila shots they’d ended up sharing had gone down really fast and the conversation flowed far too easily to focus on little things like “What do you do” and “Where are you from” and “No, really, what was your name again?” When he pressed his wide, lush lips on the top of her thong, trailing kisses along the fabric and then onto her thick thighs, she whimpered a little, gripping his hair harder.

“Shh, bad kitty. Patience is where it’s at,” he said, his deep, full voice sending another happy jolt of desire bursting through her.

He grinned, hovering so close to her pussy that she could feel his hot breath on her thighs. It made them shiver. It made
her
shiver, all over. When she saw the glint of pure wolfish desire in him, she could remember his name as easily as hers. Atlas. The man who could hold the world on his shoulders.

She was definitely willing to let him take a crack at hers.

With a breathy whine, she relaxed against the covers and he set another soft kiss on her inner thigh, so delicate compared to the roughness of his hands. He had to be a blue-collar type, someone who worked long, hard days and then played rough later. Layla had nothing against being a part of his relaxation right now, even though she’d never done something like this before.

Just go home with someone so easily? Or, well not even her home,
his
home. It was insane. The good, rational girl inside of her was mortified, and the bad girl was having the time of her life. Especially now that Atlas tugged her skimpy thong aside and lapped his wide tongue across her wet, glistening pussy.

“Oh my God,” Layla yelped, opening her legs wider as a reaction. “Do that again!”

He chuckled, but complied, looping his arms underneath her and holding her up with his hands on her ass, licking up the full length of her slit again and then pausing at her clit, sucking it in and luxuriating attention on it. She shuddered with relief, finally having him exactly where she needed him, where she’d wanted him since he’d given her that wry smirk and a look that told her she was the only woman he was going to be watching all night.

And he’d been the only man she’d had eyes for too. He’d sent over a drink about five minutes after she got to the bar, and another five later he had joined her in conversation at her booth. There’d been no awkwardness, no hemming and hawing about what to say. The conversation flowed beautifully and soon enough, she’d found herself sitting close to this wide-shouldered, tall beast of a man, hanging off of his every word, and he appeared to do much the same.

Atlas sucked her clit into his mouth and she whimpered, squeezing her thighs together now because it was too damn much, but he wouldn’t let her. His grip was strong—not to hurt, but to make her stand still—and she had to, raising her head to watch him eat her pussy like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

One hand let go of her thigh and she almost protested, but then two thick fingers were pushed into her pussy oh so slowly that any words she might have wanted to speak were muddled into a whiny little sound that made no sense to anyone. Well, maybe Atlas, because she could hear his dark chuckle, one that made her pulse even more for him.

He started pumping his fingers in and out of her and she luxuriated in the feeling of them scissoring inside of her, opening her up for him as his tongue still danced on her clit. Layla had never had a one-night stand, but she was thoroughly enjoying this one. Even before he pulled his fingers out of her, slick with her juices, she was already regretting the fact that she’d have to keep going to Seattle the next morning.

Atlas moved up and let go of her, leaving Layla on her back in the sheets, her bra still on, the thong pushed to the side. She watched him slowly track up her body, his hot tongue tracing a line from her clit to her chest and then her lips, kissing her when he got there. She could taste herself on him and hell if it didn’t taste sexy. Sucking his tongue into her mouth, her hands roamed over his muscular, big torso.

With a perfect six-pack and a chest right out of some bodybuilder’s dream, he was heavenly, all muscle and strength, looking like he could carry logs on his back all day and not break a sweat.

What did he say he does again? Lumberjack? Miner? Something manly like that,
Layla decided, not that it mattered much.

“Have you been a good girl?” Atlas asked, cocking a brow at her.

She nodded immediately, grinning.

“Good. Lick yourself off of me,” he commanded, pressing his fingers to her lips.

She opened her mouth and did so gladly, sucking the digits into her mouth and cleaning them with her tongue, her blue eyes locked on his and her hands going down to his belt buckle, undoing it quickly. It was unfair how much she wanted him at that point, but it was one of those times where she knew her eagerness for something fun wasn’t going to leave her disappointed.

He smirked as she pulled the zipper down and then slinked her hand into his boxers, gripping his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she sighed, blushing at her own words.

“Gotta be to take care of your appetite, baby,” he said, almost purring.

Layla’s hand worked up and down his cock, spreading pre-cum with the tip of her thumb and making him groan, a rumbly sound that she wanted to hear again. She gripped him harder, willing him to want it so bad that he’d stop teasing her. Atlas pushed down one strap of her bra and then the other before pulling down the cups and revealing her generous breasts. Her small nipples were already tight, puckering with anticipation.

He pinched one of them and she whimpered into the touch, her body spasming. Then, he lowered his head and took it in his mouth, sucking on it until her hand was working him so hard she could feel the veins pulse and throb underneath her touch. That was when she couldn’t take it anymore, this mystery man she’d come to want more than anyone else she’d ever known.

Layla helped him when he snapped off her thong and when he stood up for a moment to take off his worn jeans and boxers, she took another moment to admire him. He was a predator, smooth movements but rough edges, danger wafting off of him. He had to be some kind of a shifter, she was sure of it. Regular men just didn’t get that…
big
. Shoulders or… well, the other thing.

She bit her lip as he dove back onto the bed, kissing her ravenously as he parted her legs with his thigh, making her legs go up around his hips. The swollen head of his cock pressed against her tight pussy and the anticipation was killing her. She grinded against him as he fisted one hand in her hair, the other going to her stomach, palm flat against her side.

“Do you want this, baby?” he asked, his eyes ablaze.

“I
need
this,” Layla confessed, breathing heavy.

That was what he’d wanted to hear. Slowly, excruciatingly so, he pushed into her, making Layla lose any understanding of space or time or what pleasure used to feel like. She spread around him, his girth stretching her on the very precipice of pleasure and pain, and it was amazing.

“You feel so good, baby,” he murmured, his forehead against her chest as he worked himself in, until he’d speared her completely and Layla had lost any capability of speech.

She could only cling to him, nails digging into him as he began thrusting into her, his rhythm becoming faster with each stroke. After a few motions, she finally got control of her vocal chords back, screaming out her excitement like she didn’t care if anyone could ever hear it. He felt so damn good, so solid, so
strong
as he took her, pounding her into the sheets like a jackhammer.

Her nails raked across him, making him growl, and she did it once more just to hear him do it again. She caught his eyes flashing gold for a moment and she gasped, before smiling wide. A shifter. Of course he was. Layla kissed him again, pulling him to her by his hair, making him yank back on hers for her insolence. Fuck it felt good.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her for a moment, throwing her legs on his shoulders and then pushing in again, going deeper this time because he was folding her in half. She was a whimpering mess by the time Atlas bottomed out, her pussy milking him eagerly, wanting more and more of him until she thought she’d just explode around him. And of course that’s exactly what he wanted.

“Atlas,” she mewled, getting a dark, shadowy look from him, his eyes golden again, and this time staying that way.

Layla stared at him in wonder, her core pulsating painfully in her, her whole body screwed to a fever pitch. When he let go of her hair and pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger instead, Layla couldn’t control it any longer.

She came with a wail that could have shaken the house from its foundation, while the small muscles in her pussy contracting around Atlas’s cock demanded that he join in her release. Every thrust made a slapping noise, and Layla was drenched in her juices. She gripped him, like she was going to fall and never make her way back again if she weren’t holding onto him.

“Atlas!” she squealed, and he came with a roar, an honest-to-God roar, his thick cum spewing into her pussy, filling her up until they both lay spent in one another’s arms.

They were slick with sweat and yet Layla dropped her forehead against Atlas’s chest as he rolled them over, leaving her on his stomach, his cock still slowly throbbing inside of her, half-hard and still big as hell. It took several minutes before she could say a damn thing, her breath ragged and her body shuddering while his arms went around her, cuddling her against him in the safest, warmest embrace.

“That was amazing,” she whispered, hazy-eyed and spent.

“We’re only going to keep going,” Atlas said with a laugh, one tinted with something amused, but completely non-judgmental.

“I have to drive all day tomorrow,” Layla protested, but it came with a grin.

“So we’ll get you a cup of coffee when you need to go.”

Well, she’d never been a big haggler. Especially when she wanted something as bad as she wanted Atlas.