by S. K. Yule
Scars are only the battle wounds of life.”
“If you say so,” he said.
“Tel me, if I were to have our child and got stretch marks, would you consider them ugly?”
He sucked in a sharp breath then cupped her face with his hands. “The only thing I would think about any marks that might be left on your body from having our child would be that they were beautiful.
Every time I saw them, I would be reminded of the wonderful gift you’d given me.”
“Then why is it so hard for you to believe that I only see your scars as a trial of your life that you survived? A trial that made you stronger, that helped carve you into the man you are today.”
“It’s not the same.”
“It’s exactly the same.” Silence greeted her, and she wondered if she’d ever be able to convince him that she didn’t think his scars were ugly. If anything, they were sexy as hel because they showed her how strong her man was. She sighed. “Tel me what happened?”
Silence. Maybe she would have to try a different tactic to get his attention. She reached out and found the top snap on his jeans. She puled it open then unzipped the zipper. The long breath that hissed between his lips told her that she’d definitely regained his attention. She groaned when she found his hard cock waiting to pop out unhindered by underwear.
He sprang out into her hand, and she gently squeezed him.
He growled—she loved it when he growled—and thrust against her. She stroked him slowly from base to tip, repeated the action before palming his bals, then started over. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the counter beside each of her legs while she continued her seduction.
“Tel me what happened, Kish,” she whispered before kissing his neck.
“I was young.” He grunted as he thrust against her.
She kissed his neck again and increased the pressure on his cock as she continued to stroke him.
“Rogues invaded our smal pack one night while the adults were out hunting. Did I mention that they love to torture things, people, everything they can get there hands on?”
She felt the anguish building in her chest at the awfulness she knew was coming. It was somewhat counteracted by the fact that she was giving him pleasure. He thrust against her harder and harder, and she let her hand glide over him as he pumped against her. The slick pre cum had oozed from the head of his cock and eased the passage through her tight grip.
She rested her head against his chest and panted with the excitement of knowing she could please this virile, predatory male.
“Go on, baby,” she said through clenched teeth while she held back her moans, not wanting to distract him in any way.
His thrusting increased in speed, and she knew it wouldn’t be long until he found his release. Pleasing him and him finaly confiding in her was a heady mix of euphoria she could not explain. She didn’t enjoy hearing about his pain, but her heart soared at the profoundness of this moment. He was entrusting her with information about his past, information she’d bet her life he hadn’t shared with another woman. And he was doing so while she brought him pleasure. It was a beautiful moment in time she’d never forget.
He growled, brought one hand up, and threaded his fingers through the hair at her nape while he held her tightly to him and continued pumping his hips against her hand.
“The adults had started a fire before they’d gone hunting. Long story short, the rogues thought it would be amusing to toss me into the fire and see how long it would take me to burn.”
She cried out in shock, and he grunted before his hips bucked and his hot seed spiled over her hand.
Before she could say a word, his mouth claimed hers again in a savage, searing, soul-stealing kiss that took the breath from her very lungs. By the time he stepped back, she thought she might pass out from lack of oxygen.
She felt him reach for something before he covered her hands with a cloth and cleaned them for her.
Afterward, he put his forehead against hers. “I need to make love to you so badly right now.” His hoarse whisper tore at her heart.
“I want that too, Kish, but we have to pick up Henry and Joey.”
“Can’t they wait for a day or two?”
She laughed. “As much as I’d like to say yes, I can’t. They’d be worried and completely furious with me. They are my best friends. I can’t do that to them.”
He sighed. “Okay. But tonight, after they go to bed, I’m having my wicked way with you.” He kissed her. His tongue slid inside her mouth and he lazily tasted her. “Are you a screamer, my little Georgia?”
She gasped. “No.”
“I guess that’s good in the way that you wouldn’t want your friends to know what we are doing tonight, but bad because I intend to prove you wrong. I intend to have you screaming my name over and over before the night is over.”
Heat rushed her cheeks. “Kish!”
“Georgia!”
He hungrily kissed her again before helping her down off the counter. Her tummy did flip-flops of anticipation the whole time she was getting ready. The anticipation didn’t let up during the long trip to town as she sat plastered against Kish, the heat of his big body radiating into her the whole way never letting her forget for a moment how much she wanted him.
Chapter Seventeen
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Joey hugged Georgia after Kish helped her from the truck.
“Hey, hey. My turn already.” Henry playfuly pushed Joey away and took his turn hugging her.”
“I’m so sorry for leaving you stranded. I can’t tel you how horrible we both felt. If something would have happened to you—”
“I took care of her,” Kish said from behind her.
“Mmm. And who might this delightful hunk of man be?” Joey asked.
“Joey, Henry, this is Kish. Kish, Joey and Henry.”
Kish said hi from behind Georgia.
“The tal, dark, brooding type. Just like I like them.” Henry chuckled.
Kish grunted.
“Don’t mind Henry and Joey, Kish. They always say what is on their minds—sometimes annoyingly so.”
“Oh! And I thought you were our best friend,”
Joey huffed.
“Only a best friend would tel the truth even when it hurts.” Georgia laughed.
Soon al three of them were laughing, and she felt such relief at finaly seeing for herself that her friends were fine. She was sure that they were happy to see that she’d fared wel too.
“I checked with the sheriff, and he said the roads should be cleared enough for us to leave by tomorrow afternoon or next at the latest,” Henry told Georgia.
“Okay. Wel, if you two are ready, shal we get going?” Georgia said.
“Ready if you are. Does Lucy need to take a break before we go?” Joey asked.
“No. I took her out right before we left. She’l be okay until we get back,” Georgia answered.
She smiled when Kish took her hand and helped her back into the truck. She didn’t miss the low whistle exchanged between her two friends. She sighed. They’d be al over her about Kish later. While she normaly didn’t mind their brotherly inquisitions about the men she dated—however rare that may be —she didn’t want to discuss Kish with them. After al, she didn’t even have al of the answers where he was concerned yet.
What would happen when the roads were clear and they could leave? Would Kish ask her to visit sometime? Tel her it had been nice and he’d see her around? No. He said he loved her, and she believed him, but that didn’t change the fact that she lived four hours from him. Would he ask her to stay? What would she do if he did? So many questions with so little time to figure them out. Things had happened so fast her head was spinning with al of the possible outcomes.
Once they got back to Kish’s house, Georgia took Lucy to do her business while Kish showed Henry and Joey their room. A few minutes later, Kish was back outside with her.
“I hope you don’t take Henry and Jo
ey the wrong way,” Georgia told Kish.
“I don’t. Besides, it’s obvious they love you, and that’s good enough for me.” He kissed her on the cheek. “By the way, they’re cooking dinner. I told them it wasn’t necessary, but they both insisted.”
“Sounds right. They want to try to repay you somehow for taking care of me and letting them stay the night. They realy are sweeties, Kish.”
“Georgia,”—he kissed her again on the cheek —“stop worrying about what I think of them. I told you, if they care about you, that’s good enough for me.”
“We need to talk.”
He captured her lips in a kiss that scorched her al the way to her toes. She was breathless by the time his mouth left hers, and she ached for more.
“Shouldn’t you cal the police or something about Wade?”
“No, I can’t. If we can at al avoid it, outside law enforcement can’t be brought into lycan affairs. We run the risk of being found out if we do. It’s very important to keep our species unknown to humans at al costs.”
She frowned. “I guess I can understand that, but you won’t hurt him, wil you?”
“If Brady’s sister is found alive and wel, I promise you that no harm wil come to Wade at my hands.”
“I have a lot of questions, Kish.”
“Later, sweetheart. We’l talk later.”
She nodded and walked back with him to the house. When they walked inside, the enticing aroma of cooking food tickled her nose. “Wow! Something smels delish.” She sniffed the air. “If I’m not mistaken, it’s Henry’s famous spaghetti.”
“Right on,” Henry said.
“I’m helping too,” Joey chimed in.
“Can I do anything to help?” she asked.
“Nope. Why don’t you two go relax? Shouldn’t take long. We’l let you know when it’s ready, “
Henry said.
Kish’s stomach growled and everyone laughed.
That was when she realized he must be as ravenous as she was because they hadn’t had a chance to eat since last night. Nearly twenty-four hours was way too long without food.
“I need to feed Lucy,” Georgia muttered.
“I’l do it, sweetheart. Go sit down and relax.”
Kish gently pushed her in the direction of the living room.
She’d just gotten comfortable on the cushy couch when he sat down beside her. She jumped.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“Seriously. You are freaking me out with that.” She smiled.
“Can’t help it. I don’t try to be so quiet. Just comes natural.”
“I have a feeling a lot of things just come natural to you, Kish.” Her cheeks immediately burned with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean it . . . that way.” Her words trailed off.
He chuckled. “We’l find out exactly what comes naturaly to me later.”
Now was her turn to startle him. She hid a smile before she said her next words. “I don’t want to wait until later.”
He sucked in a sharp breath. “There isn’t enough time.”
“I know how long it takes Henry and Joey to cook spaghetti, and we have a good half hour. That’s plenty of time.”
He touched her cheek with his fingers. “Not for what I have in mind.”
“You can show me the shortened version for now.”
“You’re kiling me, Georgia.”
Shivers snaked down her spine. “Let’s go put you out of your misery. Shal we?”
The words had barely gotten passed her lips before he growled, puled her up and down the halway. He turned to the left at the end. His room.
She hadn’t been in it before. When he shut the door behind them, his scent hit her like an aphrodisiac. This man smeled better than anyone had the right to. His scent should be bottled.
He spun her around, picked her up, and pressed her back against the door. He stepped between her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was already hard and rotated his hips. They both groaned in unison. His mouth came down hard on hers, demanding, taking . . . giving. She reached down between them and undid his jeans, slid her hand inside, and encircled him with her fingers.
He growled, dipped his head, and laved her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. She bucked against him and moaned.
“That feels so good, Kish,” she whispered.
He let her slide to the floor, undid her jeans, and pushed them along with her panties down around her ankles and off one foot. She heard the rustle of his jeans hit the floor before he picked her up and pressed her back against the door. This time when her legs came around his waist, there was nothing between them.
He was hard steel covered in velvet, and he ground against her, the friction on her clit nearly making her come. She resisted . . . barely. When she came, she wanted him inside her.
She pushed her hips against him, letting him know exactly what she wanted.
“Now, Kish. Now.”
He kissed her while positioning his cock at her opening. Just when his tongue delved deep into her mouth, he pushed into her. Her slick passage eased the way, but he was big and stretched her to the point of pain, though the discomfort was minor compared to the pleasure he gave her. With each inch he gained, her muscles clamped around him harder, trying to pul him deeper, trying to hurry the goal.
“Am I hurting you, sweetheart?” he whispered next to her ear. “You’re so damn snug.”
“No. You’re just big,” she choked out, trying to get the words past the building pressure of her oncoming orgasm.
He pushed another inch then another until he finaly slid home. She framed his face. The light sheen of sweat on his skin matched her own. Then she leaned in and gently sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. He growled, puled out until only the tip of him was inside her, then slammed home. The breath whooshed from her lungs and the building pressure honed deep in her tummy. She shuddered, knowing only a couple more thrusts would tumble her headlong into orgasm.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t think I’m going to last long this time.” He groaned before retreating and slamming home again.
“That’s okay,” she gasped. “Me either. Oh, God!”
When he retreated and slammed home once more, she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming out his name. Her muffled cries were loud to her own ears, but she doubted she was making much noise at al. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and arched against him as her muscles clamped and unclamped in sync with each wave of her orgasm. He puled out one last time, and when he drove past her clenching muscles to seat himself to the bals, he grunted.
As he came inside her, each pulse of hot semen was like an amplifier to her orgasm, bringing it back to life, each jet making her body jerk in response. He ground his hips against her as he spent himself completely. After a few moments, he stiled, pushed the hair that was sticking to her face behind her ears, and kissed her tenderly.
“That was incredible,” he whispered before kissing a trail along her jaw and back to her lips.
She was stil trying to catch her breath. “Yes. It was. You are incredible, Kish.”
“I love you, sweetheart. I realy wanted to take it slow the first time.”
She shook her head. “We have al night. I needed to be with you.”
“Believe me, sweetheart, I’m not complaining. I wanted to make it good for you.”
“Are you kidding me? If you made it much better, I’d be passed out . . . or dead.” She smiled and hugged him to her.
He kissed her on the forehead and eased her to the floor. He helped her dress, and the rustling of clothes told her he was righting his attire as wel. He cupped her face again.
“I didn’t even get to tel you how beautiful you are.” He kissed her gently on the lips.
“I know I’m not much to look at. You don’t have to say that.”
“What the hel are you talking about?”
“I’m no model. I carry some extra weight, and I’m shorter than hel.” She
laughed.
“Don’t you ever belittle yourself. You are perfect.
You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You do not carry extra weight. Those are caled curves, and yours are amazing.”
At that very moment she believed him. He made her feel like she was a goddess the way he touched her, caressed her, kissed her.
“I love you too, by the way, Kish. Thank you.”
“I’m the one who should thank you. You’re extraordinary.”
“As much as I hate to say this, we better get back to living room. I’m sure the spaghetti is close to being done by now.”
“The only reason I’m agreeing is because I know you are hungry and I’m starving too. Besides, you’l need your strength for later.”
“Oh realy?” she asked.
“Yeah. Realy.” He kissed her on the forehead, opened the door, and walked with her to the living room.
Kish had to admit that the spaghetti had been wonderful. After dinner, he’d insisted on cleaning up while Georgia, Henry, and Joey relaxed. When he was finished, he gathered the trash and told Georgia he’d be back in a little bit. After taking the trash to the burning barrel, he got a shovel, some lighter fluid, and matches from the garage. It was time to clean up the mess he’d left in the woods earlier.
Thirty minutes later, he was happy he was stronger than humans, or the damned hole he dug in the hard ground for Mike would have taken a lot longer. He placed the body in the hole, doused it in lighter fluid, and lit it on fire. Another half hour later, the fire had done its job, and he filed the hole back in.
He was almost back to the garage when a familiar scent hit him. He turned back to find Brady standing at the tree line, similar to how he had when they’d first met.
“Did you find your sister?”
“Yes.”
“Is she okay as Wade said?”
Brady took a couple steps forward. “Yes, but Wade wasn’t lying when he said the other one had done some stuff to her. It’s going to take her a while to recover from this. I’m taking her away. She needs some healing time.”
Kish nodded. “Sounds like a good idea. If there’s anything I can do, you know where I am.”
