Wolf (The Henchmen MC #3) (20 page)

"What brings you back from it?"

I felt my shoulders shrug as my hand moved out to sift through her hair. She had a shitton of it, each strand like fucking silk. "Dunno. Time?"

"Even this last time?"

"That was you." I didn't know how it was, I just knew it was true. She stepped into that shower and everything else fell away.

Her head tilted up, a mocking smile on her face. Never met someone who had as many different smiles as she did. "So I'm like the Wolf-whisperer?" she laughed. "That's what you're saying?"

"Something like that," I chuckled. Cash was right about her having a smart mouth. But it wasn't something to put up with or overlook. It was something I genuinely appreciated about her. I wasn't an easy man to amuse. And because of my size and line of work, very few people felt comfortable enough to tease or pick at me. Janie suffered no such affliction and poked at me constantly. I liked that. I liked it even more that she managed to often do it in inventive and clever ways, surprising me, pulling out of me some genuine amusement.

"So should we like... get you a collar and a lea..." the rest of her sentence ended on a shriek as I pushed her onto her back and exploited the one weakness I found she had, thanks to Harley. She was ticklish as shit.

"What about a fucking collar?" I asked, grinning, as she wiggled and laughed and gasped and tried to push my hands away.

"Okay okay. No collar," she strangled out and my hands fisted on the sides of her body. "How about a tracking device? Shoot it right here," she said, laying a hand on the back of my shoulder. "At least when you rage out, we can come get you."

"We?" I asked, watching her face.

Her smile was warmer, softer. "Didn't think you'd be able to get rid of me now, did you? I'm in."

"Yeah you are," I agreed, nodding. No use denying the truth.

"No getting me out now," she declared with a little jerk of her head which was too fucking cute.

"Wasn't gonna try."

Beneath me, her body had relaxed, one of her legs going up against the side of my body. With the shit she went through, it was no wonder she didn't do sex. I couldn't imagine the kind of fears a man's hands on her skin brought up. But there were times when her body wanted me. In the bed when I kissed her. In the woods where I gave her an orgasm. And, right then underneath me. Without her seeming to realize it, her hips would work against me every now and again, seeking fulfillment for a need she was too shy or too traumatized to tell me about.

It was a tough situation to navigate, knowing a part of her wanted to experience those things, but also not wanting her to seem like I was pushing, like I needed that from her right away.

My hand went to her face, brushing over her cheek, then down her neck. Her body shivered against me and I slowly ventured lower, brushing over her breast then down her stomach. Her eyes were on my face, her pupils dilated, her lips parted. I could feel her nails digging into my shoulder as my hand brushed down her bare leg. I liked her in my tees for multiple reasons. One being that it was a subtle claim-staking. She was wrapped up in my clothes, she smelled like me. Two being that the access made it easier to tease her. My fingers shifted inward to brush up her inner thigh and her leg fell heavy onto the mattress, giving me full access.

She'd stripped out of her panties that morning and I'd picked them up to pile them with the rest of the clothes that needed to go to the laundromat. So I knew as my hand moved upward, feeling her heat, that she was bare to me. Her body tensed slightly as my hand brushed over her hipbone, my palm pressing down on the triangle above her pussy. I paused for a second, waiting for her to pull away, to push me away. When she didn't, my hand shifted and I traced a finger up her wet slit. I exhaled a harsh breath, working my finger up to her clit and pressing down.

Her entire body shuddered hard and I froze, unsure if it was a good or bad reaction.

Then her hips moved up against my hand and I felt a smile toy at my lips.

If she thought what I gave her in the woods was good, she was in for a treat.

There were so many things I could do to her that were so much better.

I leaned down, taking her lips in mine as I worked her clit faster.

SIXTEEN

Janie

Okay. I so should have been analyzing what he had spent days telling me. I should have been working out how I felt about all of that, about him, about what it meant that he was opening up to me.

But, well, his finger was creating a chaos I couldn't, and didn't want, to fight. So all that thinking shit could wait. I was into the whole
feeling
thing. I felt the orgasm building, fast and frantic, the tightening in my core an almost painful thing.

It felt like a longing for something, but it was something I didn't understand or recognize. But then Wolf's finger left my clit and moved a path back down my cleft, pressing at the entrance to my body, pulsing there for a second, before pressing inside.

"Oh my god," I groaned, my free hand slapping down on his other shoulder.

The small, male-pride-filled smile on his lips and the warm sweetness in his eyes was something I could get lost in and never want to find my way back. "You good?" he asked and I understood the deeper meaning. One day, I hoped that that question would never need to be asked again. But in that moment, it needed to and I appreciated his instinctively knowing that.

"Yes," I nodded, my hips grinding upward, begging for the friction.

"'Bout to be better," he promised, taking my lips again. But there was no soft sweetness in his kiss. It was consuming, it was giving everything and demanding everything in return. My fingers curled into his skin as my tongue battled his. Inside me, his finger started stroking, giving my body what it wanted, what it needed. His palm flattened against my cleft, pressing down on my clit as he thrust inward, his pace as furious as his lips on mine.

I felt the tightening deep, promising pleasure.

But then his mouth ripped from mine and his entire body shifted. Before I could even realize his intention, his face was between my legs, his beard tickling over my inner thighs in a way that was both foreign and arousing. His tongue replaced his palm, flattening against my clit and drawing a loud moan from me.

There were things that were still new to me, that I was still innocent of.

A man's mouth on me, giving me pleasure, that was new.

It was new and it was fucking
brilliant.

His tongue started working me in small circles as his finger retreated fully and two more replaced it, filling me more, giving me more friction. His thrusts got fast, demanding release before they finally twisted and stroked against the top wall.

And just like that, just that quickly, I shattered.

The orgasm was violent, breaking me apart as I held the back of his neck against me, my body crashing through an orgasm that made the world go white and soundless for a second. The first thing I heard when my ears started working right again was the way I was crying out his name and the deep, growling noise he responded with. The sound somehow sent a shot of desire through my already overwhelmed system. I felt my sex clench tight around his fingers, drawing a groan out of him.

"More?" he asked, his voice muffled and I realized with more than a teensy bit of embarrassment that it was muffled because I had a death-grip on his neck, holding his face against my pussy. I released him and he popped upward, his honey-eyes looking heavy-lidded and intense with desire.

More. Did I want more? I realized I did. In that moment, feeling safe, feeling protected, I definitely wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted to see if that was something I could have.

I felt myself nodding but before he could duck his head again, I was digging into his shoulders and pulling upward. His head cocked to the side, his brows drawing together, but he moved over me. I pulled him downward, bringing his mouth back to mine, tasting myself there and something deep inside thrilled at the intimacy of that. I brought my legs up on either side of his body, squeezing him tight.

Wolf pulled back against my hold, pushing up to look down at me. "Am I misreading this?" he asked, his voice rough.

I shook my head. "No... I... want to try at least."

His head tipped down and his tongue traced a line from my ear to the neckline of my tee. "Wanna stop, anytime, we stop."

"I know," I said, my voice a little quiet as my hands moved up and down his back.

He pushed suddenly back, sitting on his ankles and grabbing the hem of my tee. "Arms up," he said, his voice a little soft. I gave him a small smile and raised my arms. The material was whipped off my body, the cool air making my nipples harden immediately. Wolf barely even paused before his hands were there, covering the small swells with his giant hands. The rough skin of his palms sent off electric shocks through my system. His thumbs shifted out, brushing over the hardened peaks and making me arch up into him.

His weight shifted again until he lowered himself down on me, his beard tickling over my belly as he kissed his way up toward my breasts. He let out a warm breath that made my sex clench, before his mouth closed around my nipple, lavishing over it with his tongue before taking it between his lips and sucking hard. His head shifted and worked the same torment on my other nipple as his hand trailed between our bodies and started stroking over my clit again.

My hips ground up into his hand, knowing nothing was going to ease the ache until I felt him inside me.

"Wolf, please..." I groaned, pulling his head up.

"Sure?" he asked, leaning down and nipping into my earlobe.

"Yeah." Mostly. All I knew is that it was worth a try.

He kissed me hard for a moment before moving back onto his ankles, reaching behind his back and pulling his shirt off. His hands went to his pants, undoing the button and zip before he moved off the side of the bed and pulled them off. Commando as always, his cock popped out, hard and straining, promising to fulfill the desire I felt deep inside. He moved over toward the nightstand, pulling open the drawer, taking out a condom and slipping it on. His eyes watched me as he knelt at the edge of the bed. He paused then moved to stretch out beside me, rolling me so I was pressed against him, both of us on our sides. His lips landed down on mine, softer, deeper.

His hand moved down my back, cupping my ass for a moment before sliding down my leg, snagging me under the knee and pulling until my leg was draped around him. His hand moved back to my ass, pulling me closer until I felt his hard length press into my stomach. His lips released me and my eyes fluttered open.

"You're in control," he told me, squeezing my ass.

I assumed that meant I had to, you know like... guide him inside me. I ran a hand down his stomach glorying in the way his abdominal muscles jumped under my touch. Finding his cock, I reached for it before I could chicken out, and shifted my hips upward until I felt him press against my slick cleft. A shudder coursed through me as Wolf's hand tightened on my ass. I shifted up further, feeling the hard, insistent head of his cock press against my entrance. I released his cock, looking up into his eyes for reassurance.

My hand moved to rest on the side of his neck like he had done many times to me and I pressed my hips downward, feeling his thick cock push past the entrance and slide inside me. I was turned on, slick from a previous orgasm and the promise of another. But there was the barest twinge of discomfort from either how long it had been for me or how large he was, or a combination of the two.

I felt my face scrunch up as my hips jerked instinctively against the pain. "Hurt?" Wolf asked, hand no longer on my ass, but whispering up and down the leg that was cocked over his hip.

"Just a little."

"You'll adjust," he assured me, leaning forward and claiming my lips again, getting me lost in the taste of him, in the feel of his tongue moving over mine.

Then like he promised, I adjusted. Hands cradling his face, and therefore a hefty handful of beard, I was so lost in him that my hips sank fully down without me intending to. He filled me to the hilt, spreading me around him. I never knew I could feel that
full
before. That that was what my body had been craving every time I was around him, that fullness.

"Janie move," he grumbled against my lips as I stayed still, absorbing every sensation.

I pulled my lips from his, moving back to watch his face as I pulled my hips up slightly and pressed back down, letting out a surprised whimper. "Feel good," he said, a compliment, praise. I felt good. I had no such words because I knew of none that did how he felt justice. My hips kept the same tentative pace, my body holding tightly onto each thick inch.

My orgasm felt trapped, stuck behind some unseen barrier that I couldn't break through. I pushed against Wolf and let out a grumble.

On a small chuckle, his hand landed on my ass, holding tight, as he rolled onto his back, keeping me on top. "Prop up. Wanna watch," he said when I rested my cheek against his chest. I pushed up, planting my hands beside his shoulders.

"Watch what?" I asked, shifting my knees into place at his sides.