The Purrfect Plan (5 page)

Instead, a depression settled in around her, her gut ached in guilt over her child's father. While walking back, it became clear, for her own peace of mind she needed to return to Black Town and find River.

What am I going to tell him? Hi, I only slept with you to get knocked up, and hey, guess what, it worked!

Would he even acknowledge her? Why couldn't she have picked a more forgettable man to have sex with?

Storm shook her head, trying to clear her mind as she walked around to the back door. Locking doors wasn't something she was used to doing. Her neighbors were quiet and elderly. Her home was too far away from the population of central Canberra to be a bother for burglars. She only locked up if she was gone more than a few hours.

She wiped her feet on the backdoor mat and yanked open the fly screen door then entered, walking through the back laundry room and into the kitchen.

Her eyes downcast, her mind bounced with thoughts of planning another trip to Black Town.

"Hello, cookie."

At the sound of the deep voice, Storm's head snapped up. She screamed in pure fright, her heart leaping out of her chest. She stumbled backwards, hitting the doorframe of the kitchen.

"Oh my God!" She gasped for breath, her right hand slapping over her pounding heart. River Black sat at her kitchen table, still looking every part dark, dangerous and sexy as she remembered.

Her gaze darted to the table, where a small pile of items sat before him. The white of the pregnancy test stood out; her eyes widened further, her stomach pitched as the realization sank in.

She shifted her focus to see the anger in his eyes as she realized he knew! But how had he found her?

Slowly, he rose to his feet.

A cold fear washed over her as he approached, reminding her of a predator stalking his prey.

"Please, don't hurt me," she squeaked.

The anger in his eyes morphed into that of lust and want. Instantly, her body reacted. Heat flamed through her and moisture pooled into her pussy, her channel clenched wanting, needing to be filled with his huge cock.

"You know I would never hurt you, cookie."

His calm smooth voice settled around her in a haze of pure sensuality and truth. She believed him and trusted him to keep his word and not harm her.

Her head tilted back to meet his piercing green eyes as he loomed over her. His scent of leather, spice and raw male invaded her senses. Her nipples hardened painfully, begging to be reacquainted with his hands and mouth.

He reached out, running his forefinger along the side of her face while she stood frozen. Their gazes locked. Heat and the callused surface of his fingertips scorched her skin, igniting the powder keg of suppressed need inside her body.

Her heart pounded in her ears, her breath quickened as he lowered his head, his lips a bare inch from hers. Memories of his wit scattering, demanding kisses, raced to the forefront of her mind.

"We need to talk." His tone was deeper, huskier.

Storm lost all sense of reason. The need to taste him again became the only thought in her mind.

"After." She rocked on her feet and pressed her mouth against his, her hands reaching to grip the material of his shirt, pulling him closer, wanting to mold her body against his.

River groaned. His powerful arms slid around her waist, yanking against his hard length. His hands settled on her ass, pressing her closer, his erect cock poked almost painfully into her belly. He took over the kiss, dominating her mouth from every angle, plunging his tongue in deep. As if re-claiming what belonged to him. And damn, she didn't care; she ached for this man

Hastily, she tugged at his clothes. It wasn't enough; she wanted to feel his skin on hers.

"Want you, need you." She panted when his mouth left hers to trail hot open mouth kisses down the side of her neck. He paused at her throat to nip at her skin, making her body respond in hot shivers.

"I know, cookie, I need you so damn much."

Her feet dangled as he lifted her up, turned and set her back down. Dimly she realized he'd put her on the kitchen table. The tearing of fabric reached her ears. Her ass encountered the cool laminate surface.

Storm fell back, dispersing the evidence of her scheme to get pregnant.

Buttons pinged against vertical surfaces as he hastily ripped apart her blouse. The front of her bra tore like paper in River's strong hands.

She didn't care about her ruined clothes, as her hands tugged at his shirt; she needed to feel his skin press against hers.

He obliged her, moving back slightly to remove his shirt and shuck his jeans, displaying all that addicting caramel skin. She licked her lips at the sight of his chest. Good God, the man was ripped. Unable to resist, she licked across one flat nipple, tasting the salt and feeling the warmth of his skin. He growled low in his throat.

Her head fell back on the table.

His hungry gaze raked over her nude body as she lay there. He came down on top of her; his hands flattened against the table surface either side of her head. His lips came down on hers. His mouth felt hot and hard, and the shock of it stole her ability to breathe for a moment.

A needy whimper escaped her throat as she tried bucking her hips under his, but all she managed to do was squirm as her legs still dangled off the end of the table, rendering her helpless to his onslaught.

When he shifted off her, Storm mourned the loss of body heat and his mouth. He caught her legs under her knees and pushed them wide, moaning when the blunt head of his cock engaged with her weeping entrance.

"Look at me!" His strained demand made her lift her eyes, their gazes clashing. "No more running."

Storm shook her head, in confusion. The need to have him inside her clouded her thoughts.

"You are mine, do you understand?"

She nodded, willing to do or say anything if he would only fuck her.

"Say it, Storm."

"Yours, I'm yours, River." And she was.

With a powerful drive of his hips, he plunged into her tight slick channel. Storm cried out at the pure pleasure of the invasion. Her internal muscles clamped around him, never wanting to let him go.

He pulled back only to slam back in. If not for his tight grip on her hips, she would have slid up the table at the force of his thrusts. Desperate, wild and rough he pounded into her as she moaned and writhed, loving the incredulous pleasure and the friction their merged bodies created. She gripped the sides of the table for something to hold onto as the pleasure built within her lower stomach, spreading out through the rest of her body, making her moan louder. He shifted his angle of penetration, pegging her sweet spot over and over.

When he reached between their bodies flicking her clit, Storm cried out as her climax crashed through her body, faster than a speeding freight train.

River's pace became frantic, prolonging her orgasm. He grunted and groaned.

Through half closed eyes she saw a fine gleam of perspiration coating his upper body. His body tensed for a moment before shuddering, his loud snarl making her ears ring.

His big body fell forward onto her softer one. Both their breathing came in shallow pants.

She had no idea how long they lay together, but after a moment, she struggled to breathe under his weight, giving a muffled protest.

Slowly, he raised his head and upper body off hers, their lower bodies still intimately joined.

Unhurriedly, she raised her gaze to meet his deep intense one. She had no idea what to say. The fear of the reprisals of her actions re-surfaced. How could she have acted so wanton? Why was the pull to have him so strong? It confused the hell out of her.

She saw no condemnation as he gazed down into her eyes.

She bit back a moan as River shifted, pulling from her. He stood proud and deliciously naked. The man could make serious money selling photos of himself online. He offered his hand. Hesitantly she accepted letting him pulled her up and into his arms.

"Let's go shower, then no more distractions until we've had our little talk."

Storm swallowed and nodded, but knew their talk was going to be far from little.

Chapter Five

River never took his gaze from his mate's lush body. Despite giving her an orgasm or two, her tense posture told him she was far from relaxed.

"You know I've never met a man as big and tall as you. Are you sure you don't have planes circling around your head requesting permission to land?"

River's mouth quirked up at his mate's nervous chatter, as he pushed her under the warm spray of the shower. There was insufficient room for them both, but enough for him to wash her. He didn't have to, but he couldn't keep his hands off her. It was pure pleasure to touch and caress her soft creamy skin. Taking care of his mate and grooming her was a part of his natural instincts.

"My brother's as tall as me."

"Oh."

He could see the questions in her brown depths.

"Why and how did you find me? I mean a one night stand is simply that, one night, then never see each other again."

Storm's last five words made him growl low in his throat.

Her eyes widened in fear when he pressed her back against the tiled wall of the shower; his arms either side of her head as she gazed up at him.

"Finding you wasn't that easy, and yes, normally, I am a fuck and run man, but you've changed everything for me, cookie. The moment I met you in the bar I knew you were the one woman for me. There is never going to be another." There was no reason not to be honest with her. Showing her his Panther would come soon enough; they had other issues to work out first.

Disbelief and doubt flickered into her gaze.

"Is that what you are? A fuck and run woman?"

She shook her head, giving him an offended glare. "No, I've never done that before, but..."

"You had your reasons."

She nodded.

"If I hadn't come along that night, would you have fucked Hamish?"

She lowered her eyes. Her cheeks flushed with guilt, but she nodded again.

He hooked a finger under her chin, lifting it back to meet his gaze as he searched her face for answers. His anger melted away, wanting to understand why she did what she did.

"You wanted to get pregnant, didn't you? And didn't care who it was. You're not married, you don't have a boyfriend. Why?"

"Intro-fertilization was too costly and men are...are, well..."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Cheap? Gee, cookie, you make men sound like cheap whores."

She gave an un-lady like snort. "I didn't see you saying no. You admitted to being a fuck em' and leave em' man. I'm sure if it wasn't me, you would have fucked someone else that night."

River recognized the bitterness and jealousy in her tone. For certain, someone had done a number on his mate to make her untrusting of men.

"Do not change the subject. Were you planning on raising the baby by yourself?"

"There is nothing wrong with being a single mother. Better a child to grow up with one loving parent than two who are constantly fighting."

He could see her point and was getting a glimpse into his mate's past. River stepped in closer, lifting his hand to gently stroke her cheek.

"Not all relationships and marriages are as bad as you seem to believe. I grew up in a loving home, with two devoted parents. And I know many, many more."

She slapped his hand away. Her lips pressed into a thin line of stubborn resolve.

"And I'm going to prove to you we will work this out, together, as a couple."

"No." She shoved at his chest.

At two hundred pounds of pure muscle, there was no way she could have ever moved him. He did so only because he wanted to. Seeing the deep pain and anger in her eyes made him back off.

"There is no us or we. I don't want a man or a relationship."

"You think I'm just going to walk away and leave you and my child? They are just as much a part of me as they are you."

Fire flared in her brown eyes, as she glared at him.

"It's my body, my baby, I don't know you. You don't know me. Jumping into a relationship just because of a child will not work." Stepping out of the shower, she snatched a towel from the railing, wrapping it around her. "If you haven't figured it out by now, let me make it very clear. I like being single, I like doing what I want, and most of all I like waking up in the morning without some old middle aged man telling me how to run my life!"

There was more behind that statement, River knew it, and wanted to delve deeper in to her mind and past and not just her body.

"Don't forget you promised to be mine."

A moment of guilt flashed in her eyes, but she covered it quickly, glaring at him in irritation.

"People say all sorts of things they do not mean during sex, so it doesn't count." She flicked back her wet hair and stormed out of the bathroom.

He should have felt insulted, but instead sorrow and anger rolled through him. He wanted to track down those who had hurt her and tear them to shreds, not caring if they were her parents.