by Tessa Clarke
She dialed her own mother’s number.
“Hello, Alissa,” a hearty male voice came over the line. Alissa nearly dropped the phone. Uncle Dan, her father’s brother. Her favorite uncle, and as a psychiatrist, her idol, and part of the reason she became a psychologist after her father died. What was he doing in her mother’s hotel room?
“Don’t worry, I’m not sleeping with your mother,” he said quickly. “Her phone was dead and she forgot her charger. I’m just charging her phone for her, and doing a crossword, because of course you know I’m an insomniac, and I didn’t want you to be worried when she didn’t pick up. But more importantly what are you doing calling your mother at two in the morning on your wedding night? I would have thought you would have had all that sex stuff figured out by now.”
“Very funny, Uncle Dan.” She laughed cautiously, despite the fact that she was still upset. “Cade has gone to help his mother, so I’m killing time, eating chocolates, alone, on my wedding night. I’m thinking of having the whole box.”
Dan’s voice sobered. “I see, and you’re wondering if the rest of your marriage is going to be like this.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, she’s a very handsome woman, Mrs. Danforth is. And she seems very determined to find a new mate. I doubt it will be long before she has someone to take care of her. She’s a panther shifter, unless I’m mistaken, no?”
Alissa rose to select another chocolate. Like Alissa’s father, Dan was a tiger shifter. “She is. Do I detect a note of interest there?”
“Let’s just say I wouldn’t object to getting to know her better. Being a professional insomniac is a lonely business. I wouldn’t mind having someone to prowl with at night.” Dan put a suggestive spin on the word prowl.
Alissa snorted. “Well, she’s at the White Peaks General Hospital as we speak, waiting for a ride. Apparently she had a panic attack and they had to give her a sedative. You could go get her. Maybe you could help her.” Alissa had said this as a joke, but the silence on the other end suggested that her Uncle didn’t think it was funny.
“I’m kidding. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t make fun of my mother-in-law. I’ll just go eat some more chocolates and mope about the fact that my husband is a good and dutiful son.”
She supposed she would want her own sons to be the same way. But she also hoped that she wouldn’t be calling them on their wedding night demanding a ride. But if she was alone, if she had lost Cade, maybe she would be.
“You know what,” Dan said. “I think I will go see if she wants a ride and a late night, or early morning, coffee. I’ll try to head Cade off at the pass and send him back to you.”
“You don’t have to do that, Uncle Dan. I’m fine.”
“I want to, Alissa. I have a feeling about Renate. I can’t be a free-wheeling bachelor for my entire life. Enjoy the rest of your night. Call if you need any tips.”
His voice turned droll on his last, then Uncle Dan severed the connection, and Alissa was left staring at the phone and the box of chocolates. Uncle Dan had notoriously been an in-demand ladies’ man for all of his young adulthood, but lately he’d seemed quieter, and more introspective. Perhaps he was finally ready to settle down. But Renate Danforth? Alissa tried to imagine that. Then again, if anyone could handle Renate, it would be Uncle Dan. Then maybe Cade would get a break.
She selected another chocolate and investigated the furniture more closely. The curves and handholds of the chaise and chair were in all the right places for sexual pleasure. She imagined Cade on the chaise with her, taking her from all angles. She imagined riding him on the chair, her feet pressed against the foot rests, so she could get just the right tension. Desire for her husband kindled in her belly. Where was Cade now? Almost at the base of the mountain in the pounding snow? Going to his mother.
She sighed. Then she went to lie on the sheepskin rug by the fire, alone.
She awoke to the feeling of someone slipping a scarf around her eyes, and the smell of fresh snow and pine. Cade. She reached out her hands and found him naked, and plenty hard.
“I came back,” he whispered, tying the scarf tightly behind her head while she caressed his rigid cock and trailed her fingers down his inner thigh. “I changed my mind half an hour out. I just called the hospital to tell them that my mother could tough it out for once. They said a Dr. Daniel Grey had just arrived to collect her?”
“I didn’t ask him to,” Alissa said. “He wanted to. Apparently he thinks she’s attractive and wants to take her out for coffee at two in the morning.” She wasn’t sure how Cade was going to take this. He was very protective of his mother and with the debacle with Cade thinking that Flynn was going to take his mother as a mate earlier in the evening, knew he would be doubly so for a while.
“Well, I wish him luck,” Cade said, his lips brushing hers. “But right now, I don’t want to think about my mother for one more second.” He started to trail the kisses down her neck. “Where were we? Was I telling you how much I plan to enjoy fucking your gorgeous body for the rest of my life? My surprises are kind of ruined now, but I think we can still make good use of them.”
He drew her up to standing, and she felt his hot skin on hers, his lips grazing the back of her neck. He started to unzip her dress again, playfully nipping her shoulders.
Then he let the dress fall and he kissed down the line of her white lace thong. She felt his hot breath on her pussy when he got to the bottom, and he reached out and traced one finger along the length of her slit tantalizingly.
Alissa let out a little moan. She was so ready for him.
He rose up, running his hands over the roundness of her hips and up the sides of her ribcage, his erection pressing hard against her buttock. He undid her bra freeing her breasts, and her nipples immediately hardened.
Cade’s breath was already more rapid and she felt the movement of air of him shifting positions. The tip of his tongue danced around each of her nipples and then he dropped his lips to her belly button. She thrust her hips forward slightly, her pussy already wet and aching with desire. He chuckled slightly and let his mouth sink further to her thighs, running his hands down the back of her legs and sending quivers of desire up her body. As Cade unhooked her garters and carefully began to roll her stockings down, Alissa felt her right knee start to tremble slightly.
Cade rose and vanished. Alissa stood, still blindfolded and half-naked, her pussy throbbing, and then he was behind her, murmuring in her ear that she should sit. He guided her ass onto the chaise-lounge and then he dispensed with her stockings. Alissa ran her hand over the curve of the velvety chair.
“I’m going to need to have those panties, my love,” he whispered as he hooked his fingers into the strings that held her thong up and then eased them down. She was now fully undressed and feeling very exposed, and yet very turned on.
“Now open up those legs for me,” he said.
Alissa obeyed, spreading her legs to expose her slick wet slit. Cade started with his lips down by her knees, and as he worked his way up, his hair tickling her cunt. Alissa felt her own breathing accelerate. She was almost on the verge of coming and he hadn’t even touched her. If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to have to press her own fingers to her clit.
Once again she felt his moist breath on her pussy, as his hands stroked her inner thighs. Then without warning he took her clit in his mouth and sucked it, and she let out a low moan of desire, of desperation almost. His fingers circled her slit like feathers, touching and but not touching, torturing her while he played with her clit with his tongue. When she thought she might lose it entirely, he slid his thumb into her pussy and started stroking while she strained up at him, wanting his giant cock to be filling her. He replaced his thumb with two fingers and stroked and sucked until she was leaning back in the chair jerking her hips, riding his fingers and tongue.
The fact that she was blindfolded seemed to only make the pleasure more intense. She was so close
to coming. The chair fit her contours perfectly, and her husband—how she loved to say that word in association with Cade—was driving her wild. It would only take one touch, one particular touch… and then she’d be seeing stars.
He withdrew his tongue, but left his slick fingers in her cunt, sliding them in and out rhythmically. She felt the brush of his thighs against her legs. Then the smooth wet tip of his cock—that magnificent cock—pressed against her pussy. It was all she needed. Alissa cried out in pleasure as she climaxed. Cade spanked her ass lightly and shallowly fucked her.
“If just the tip of my cock reduces you to the vapors, Mrs. Danforth, what will my entire cock do?” he said playfully, rubbing her clit with the tip of his rod.
Alissa gasped for breath amidst her shudders of bliss, and then Cade was rolling her over up onto her knees on the chaise. She flung her arms over the rounded back and found her ass was perfectly positioned to receive Cade.
Cade’s thighs pressed against hers, and his hard shaft hit her buttocks. Then he was inside of her, fully and completely, and she thought she might pass out from the exquisite ecstasy of it. She had once thought skiing was the ultimate high, but being fucked by her husband far exceeded that.
His hands pulled hard against her hips, as he sunk himself deeper and deeper into her slit, grunting with every stroke and driving her further and further into euphoria. With the blindfold, she saw only darkness. But if she turned her head, she knew she would see his teeth clenched and lip thrust out in a carnal and extraordinarily sexy way.
Then he moved, so he was standing to the side of the chaise, and his thrusts increased in speed and intensity.
“Roll over,” he ordered. “You should be able to do it with me still inside of you. I’ll guide your legs.”
Alissa obeyed and felt Cade lift one of her legs and place it against his broad chest so her toe was pointing over his shoulder. She wrapped her other leg around his waist, and he began to move again, his hands exploring her tits and playing with her clit. Her hips were thrust up on the rise of the chaise and at just the right height and angle for him to plunge into her. She felt another orgasm building.
“Oh Cade, that feels so good,” she gasped as his hard cock slid in and out of her.
After a few slow, exquisitely deep strokes, Cade sped up, yet again. “Oh yeah, baby,” he groaned, every thrust taking her further and further into rapture. She could hear his breath ragged and heavy.
“I’m going to come,” he said. He reached down and loosed her blindfold. “I want you to watch how much I love fucking you. How much I love everything about you.”
The red scarf fell away and Alissa looked into her husband’s gorgeous brown eyes, at his perfectly ripped chest. His lip was taut, as she had expected, in almost a snarl of desire, but his eyes were filled with both wildness and tenderness, as he drove his thick, hard shaft into her.
She felt herself building for release and with one last push, he arched his back and grunted in pleasure as he shot his hot come into her while she writhed with her own orgasm beneath him.
When they had both ridden out the last of their climaxes, Cade folded himself onto the chaise around her, their skin damp with lovemaking.
“And to think I almost spent the night with the wrong Mrs. Danforth,” he murmured.
“Don’t remind me,” she said.
He curled a finger beneath her chin. “Don’t doubt for a second where I wanted to be. Where I always want to be. I love your gorgeous brown hair, your sexy tits, your quick wit, your ferocious intelligence, and that delicious pussy. But most of all I love that half-shifter soul of yours, Alissa Grey, Mrs. Danforth, whatever you want to be called.”
Alissa considered. What did she want to be called?
She pressed her lips to Cade’s sternum. “Let’s just go with Alissa Danforth. Never mind the Mrs. bit. Your Mom can keep that. I just want the part that comes from you,” she said.
“Done,” Cade said. He arched an eyebrow and gave her a wicked smile. “Now, Alissa Danforth, I think there’s a sunken jetted tub over there that’s calling your name, and then we might try the chair.”
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Delany Nichols checked the GPS on her phone for the third time in fifteen minutes. Rolling prairies, sage grass, and endless sky surrounded her. The only landmarks were the tin postboxes at the end of each driveway with hand-painted addresses, if they had addresses at all. She had to be close. Her phone suggested that she was right on top of Raven Ridge Ranch. She was used to telling direction and distance using the rugged mountains around White Peaks. These endless, identical hills of grassland turned her around and made her dizzy.
She studied the silver mailbox on the wooden post in front of her. The black numbers were too faded to read, but this had to be it.
She turned resolutely down the drive in her little Impreza. The prospect of pulling into someone’s ranch where she was not expected did not thrill her, but Delany supposed she’d better get used to it if she was going to be a country vet. This was her first day of house calls on the job. Barry, the vet whose practice she would eventually take over, was supposed to be with her, but he got called away to an emergency at the last minute and suggested that she’d do just fine on her own.
Just fine, she thought, as the dust billowed behind her car in a cloud. As long as I don’t get completely lost, or trampled by cows. She hoped the animal at this stop was a dog or a cat. She’d already spent the past couple of hours climbing in and out of stables and pens with horses and an ailing pig.
Did ranchers even call vets when their dog or cat was sick? Probably not. No matter how many times she’d emphasized to Barry that she was a companion animal vet, he’d reassured her that she’d be fine. She was taking over the companion animal half of the practice and another vet, Sam, was coming in to take over the farm animal side of things, but Sam hadn’t arrived yet, and Barry had emphasized the importance that Delany be a bit versatile in a small practice.
Easy for you to say, she thought imagining what she’d do if she had to stick her hand up a cow’s ass at this stop.
The old-style grey clapboard farmhouse jutted up suddenly out of the green pastures as she came over a rise. It was a splendid old structure with a broad veranda that ran around the circumference of the house with a bold, red barn and what looked like bunkhouses behind it. Three white and black English Shepherds bounded toward the vehicle. Buddy, her three-legged Springer Spaniel, jumped to attention and pressed his face against the glass of the back window, wagging his stubby tail.
Delany pulled to a stop and cracked open the door. The dogs swarmed her in a sea of swaying tails, and she extended her hands to pat each of their warm furry heads.
A man stood shadowed in the large barn door. He was incredibly tall and broad, and Delany’s breath caught in her throat a bit. A black cowboy hat perched on a dark crop of hair and his jaw was square and chiseled. Any hopes that she had of it being a cat with a broken paw evaporated.
He strode out of the barn purposefully in her direction and the dogs broke free of her and ran to mill around him obsequiously, their noses bobbing close to the ground in the way dogs did with a very dominant master. But their tails still wagged enthusiastically, so however much they respected him, they still loved him. In the brilliant sunlight, his rangy, muscled physique in tight-fitting Levis and a plaid shirt unbuttoned to his sternum was even more breathtaking, and Delany found her mouth suddenly very dry. She had to stick her arm up a cow’s ass in front of Adonis?
Delany rolled down s
everal of the windows for Buddy, grabbed her vet’s kit from the back of the car, and started making her way toward him. He extended his hand when they were within a few feet of each other. The dogs surrounded them in paroxysms of joy, their excited white flag tails drawing Delany and the man closer together.
“Leif Peirce,” the man said as his hand took hers sending jolts of electricity up Delany’s arm. Up close, his brilliant green eyes and perfect features had rendered her almost speechless.
“Delany Nichols,” she said. “Barry couldn’t make it. He sends his apologies. He had to go deliver a breech calf.”
Leif nodded and then eyed her curvy five foot two frame up and down thoroughly with an assured, almost lazy, grace, no doubt questioning whether a woman of her stature had any place in stalls with horses that stood twice her height.
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I write sizzling stories about shifters, love, and finding that happily ever after. I firmly believe in the restorative power of a good romance (and chocolate). Visit my website to learn more about my books: www.tessaclarke.com.
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