Werewolf Me

by Amarinda Jones

  “What are you scared of, petal?” He thrust the key into the lock and opened up the caravan.

  “You.” There was no point denying it. Murphy was everything she craved in a man. Problem was she didn’t want to put effort into something that would not work out. Truro was too battle weary from life to put herself through any more angst.

  “Why?” Murphy’s hand reached out to encircle her waist.

  Truro shivered under his touch. Will it always feel like this for us? Oh—Forehead slap! Get a grip woman. One minute you want to run a mile and the next you were wondering if you can have sex at seventy. “Because you know too much about me.”

  Murphy lifted her effortlessly up into the van. “And that’s bad?”

  Truro was up in the air and back down on her feet before she realized what had happened. “Well, yes.” And that whole move was awfully hot and sexy.

  “How?”

  Why all the questions? No other man she knew wanted to know that much about her. “Because I—”

  “What? Have no defenses against me? Do you need them?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “You’re very…” Truro hesitated as she watched Murphy remove his shirt. Oh boy. “Hot as hell.”

  Murphy smiled at her words. “I am?”

  “Oh crap, I said that out loud.” This man was bad for her. Truro had trouble thinking straight when Murphy was clothed. Half naked was as hard as hell.

  “Yeah you did but I liked it.” His hands settled on the buttons of her shirt, making short work of them. “What else am I?” Murphy peeled back the edges of the fabric that covered her breasts.

  “Sexy and pushy and…er…” His gentle fingers on her skin set her whole body alight.

  “You smell great.” Murphy leaned in and placed soft kisses just below her ear.

  “Really?” Truro gasped out in a breathy voice.

  “Oh yeah. Remember what I said about licking you from your toes up?”

  Truro jumped at the thought, her pussy wet and ready. “Um, I have work to do.” Be sensible. Be rational. Licking might be fun though.

  “As do I.” Murphy crowded Truro giving her no other option but to move backward. The back of her legs hit the double bed in the small van. He pushed her onto the mattress. Murphy held onto her legs, his hands removing her shoes one by one.

  When Truro felt his hands move to the snap of her jeans she tried to fight them off. “I can’t.” Well, I can but—but what? Why am I fighting this again?

  “Why not?” The snap came undone and the zipper slid down.

  “Well, I just can’t.” Truro’s jeans were around her ankles before she could blink.

  Murphy pulled her legs free of the denim. “Hmm, white functional knickers.”

  “I wasn’t expecting you.” Or maybe I was. Maybe I wanted to test fate with white granny knickers that no man would find attractive.

  “And a white bra too.” His finger strayed into the deep cleavage on display.

  Truro tried to get up. ”I’m sorry I’m not a lingerie model.”

  “I’m not.” Murphy moved down to her feet. “I want a real woman not a prefabricated one.” He lifted one of her ankles toward his mouth. “Stay still, petal.”

  “Wolf man, I—oh boy…” Truro moaned as his tongue started licking her foot. She had never understood why some people found feet sexy. But now, with his mouth on her instep, Truro could. It was all that hot, ticklish heat that sent a spiral of pleasure up her spine.

  “Stop squirming,” he murmured between kisses.

  That was impossible. She wanted to grind her body against his to relieve the ache that was building up inside her. “How would you like me to lick you?” Dumb question. Truro really wanted to do that.

  Murphy’s eyes locked on hers. “I would love it and in fact I will insist upon it.”

  This made Truro giggle as he tickled her foot. “You’re very silly.”

  “You’re delicious.” Murphy’s tongue lapped at her ankle before starting a slow, seductive slide up her calf.

  It was hard to concentrate on pushing him away when she wanted to pull him so close he was inside her. “Murphy, we have to talk.”

  He appeared unfazed by her words as he nibbled on her knee. “About what?”

  There was only one way she could handle this and that was the truth. “I’m scared.”

  Murphy parted her legs and moved in so the length of his body touched hers. “You never have to be with me.”

  The tender hands stroking her face and the rough denim on her bare limbs made it hard to concentrate on what she wanted to say. “This is too fast.”

  “It’s meant to be. I want you to be so aware of me that you can think of nothing or nobody else. I want you to be so full of me that you don’t know where I stop and you start. I want you to come looking at me and know that I’m the only man for you.”

  “Oh—” His words were so hot and possessive that Truro felt she could have had an orgasm then and there. While she wasn’t into dominance, a strong, confident man was as sexy as hell in Truro’s eyes.

  Murphy smiled as he removed her bra. “Yes, ‘oh’.” He leaned down and kissed her in a soft, thorough manner that declared ownership and devotion. “What do you need, petal?”

  That he cared enough to ask made her love him a little more. Uh-oh. Love him? A little more? What the—? “Um,” Truro murmured as she tried to process the wild thought that had just shot into her head. How can I love him when I have no idea what love is? This has to be just sex. Yes, think sex and don’t complicate this with dumb feelings.

  “Petal? What’s wrong?” His hands had moved down to the white cotton of her knickers. They were off within seconds.

  Take them off and fuck me. Can I say that? Truro licked her lips. “I want you—naked—now—inside me.” His words reverberated in her head. ‘I want you to be so aware of me that you can think of nothing or nobody else.’ I am already there. Truro pushed against his tattooed chest. “Strip.”

  “For you—anything.” Murphy moved from her body and stood up. He made short work of kicking off his shoes and shucking his jeans.

  Truro ran her gaze along his muscled flesh. He is mine. If anyone had told her a week ago she would be thinking like that she would have called them crazy. The last thing she wanted in her life was a man. “I want to—” She hesitated. Truro had never been one to initiate sex. How do I ask for what I want? The object of her desire was hard, ready and in her line of sight.

  “Just say it.” Murphy sat back on the bed.

  “How do you always know what I’m thinking?”

  “Because we are soul mates.”

  A chill ran up Truro’s spine. Soul mates. First Gil, then Bess and now Murphy. Was there something in the water in Ludlum that was making people all soppy? “I want to taste you.”

  “I would love that.” Murphy moved to lie beside her on the mattress.

  While he had certainly seen her naked, Truro felt a moment of hesitation before climbing on top of the hunk of male body that was hers to play with.

  “Don’t think, just feel and do what you want.” Murphy held a hand out to her.

  Truro took it, grateful that he was someone she did not have to explain her fears and thoughts to. She climbed on top of him until her pussy was rubbing against his cock. Truro wiggled her ass back slightly down his thighs. His growl of approval at her actions made her smile. “You like?” She rubbed her wet pussy against his skin.

  “Anything you do to me I love.”

  Love. This is not love. This is wild glorious sex. Believe that and enjoy what you have. Truro reached down and wrapped her hands around the base of Murphy’s cock. The pulsing throb of power within her hands made her feel an answering strength that had never occurred to her before. Truro ran her hand up and down the length of his cock. That one person could make another bold and strong was sexually exciting. She dropped her head down and licked the tip of his cock. It was spongy and soft b
ut firm. When she first tasted him at the motel, she had been surprised at her own reaction. Cock sucking was not something ladies did. It was supposed to be vulgar. But I like it. Truro sucked the tip of his cock inside her mouth and began leisurely stroking her hand up and down his shaft.

  Murphy closed his eyes and groaned in satisfaction. “Oh, petal…”

  His response made Truro want to make him lose control. There was so much power in that. It was like giving so much of yourself that the other person felt free to act and be without judgment. She allowed more of his cock to slide down her throat. While the idea of him coming freely in her mouth turned Truro on, she had been around long enough to know that was not something she could allow yet. Yet?

  “If you keep doing that I will come.” Murphy’s voice was hoarse with suppressed need.

  Truro lifted her mouth from his cock. She enjoyed how the swollen, pink tip bobbed wet and eager before her. “I have faith in your control.”

  “Petal, any time you touch me I lose control.” She fingered the head of his cock enjoying the fact she was not the only one who squirmed in need. “We’re going to need a condom pretty damn fast.”

  Truro smiled. She swirled her tongue once more on the spongy flesh. Tasting Murphy was as exciting as eating that first piece of chocolate. It left her wanting more.

  “There’s a condom in my jeans pocket.”

  “What if I want to play some more?” Truro leaned down so her breasts bounced against his cock.

  “Petal—”

  Truro had often wondered what it would feel like to have a cock between her breasts.

  Murphy almost jackknifed off the bed when Truro sandwiched his cock between the two fleshy globes of her breasts. “As much as I love this,” he choked out. “I want to come inside you and if you keep doing that, your skin is going to be hot and sticky and both of us are going to miss out on what we really want.”

  The idea of thick ropes of cum on her body was kinky and exciting, but Murphy was right. Truro wanted him tight and inside. Reluctantly she slid off his body and gathered up his jeans.

  Murphy breathed deeply as he watched her search his for a condom. “You have a great ass, petal.”

  That was a first. Most men considered her ass too fat and pudgy. But then, Murphy was not most men. A forbidden thought came to her. Oh why not ask? Had he not given her the promise that she could do anything? “Would you come in my ass?” Truro turned twelve shade of red just saying it. But she really wanted to feel him inside her.

  “Yes—but not now.”

  Truro turned and looked at him. She would have been lying if she didn’t say she wasn’t disappointed. She handed him the condom. “That’s okay. It was a dumb suggestion anyway.”

  “No, it’s not dumb at all and I want to take you every way you want me to.” His fingers moved fast to cover his cock with rubber. “But petal, I want it to be slow and perfect and the way I feel right now is explosive with need to fuck you.”

  “Really?” The idea that she had made him feel that way made Truro happy. He really wants me. No one had ever made her feel that way.

  “I need you now.” Murphy’s hand reached for hers. “Please.”

  Truro willingly took his hand. Murphy moved her quickly so once more so his cock was prodding her ass and she could see nothing but a wall. “Why am I always on my knees with you?” Not that it was a complaint as such. She was so wet and ready to be filled that Murphy could have done anything to her and she would have enjoyed it. Truro spread her legs and waited for his cock to slide inside the wet core of her.

  “Have patience, petal.”

  “I have no patience. Do it now.”

  Murphy chuckled at her words. “You’re so bossy.”

  “I am n—” Truro swallowed her words as his cock was inside her in one quick move. She closed her eyes and gave in to the super-heated flesh melding with hers. It was the best, most intense feeling. I love it. I love him. Uh-oh—to hell with it. I’ll worry about semantics later. “Y-oh—yes,” she moaned as his fingers found her clit began to play between her legs. Her eyes snapped open when one long finger started to push inside her anus. Truro’s fingers dug into the threadbare carpet and she was relying on his strong thighs to keep them from crashing to the floor.

  “Do you want me here?”

  Truro stiffened as his finger penetrated the tight ring of muscle. It felt tight and strange yet she wanted more. “Please, wolf man.”

  Murphy leaned in, his hot breath against her ear. “What do you want me to do, petal?”

  “Fuck my ass.” There was no need to use flowery words. They were both aware of what she craved. His finger moved in and out in time with his cock. It was the most powerful, delicious feeling. Truro panted softly trying to keep up with the pace. I do not want to miss a second.

  “You are so tight.”

  “You are so large.”

  “We are perfect together.” Murphy added a second finger into her ass.

  “Yes we are,” Truro choked the words out as she held onto the bedclothes as his thrusts became harder. The bed was rocking and the van probably was as well. It would not have taken a genius to work out what was going on. But then geniuses were few and far in the caravan park. The barbeque boys would probably think it was an earthquake or they had drunk too much. Either way it would be doubtful they would leave their barbeque to find out.

  “Terrible springs in this van, petal.” Murphy’s tongue licked over the flesh of her shoulder as his hips pummeled her ass in an effort to make them both come.

  “You can always stop moving, wolf man.” And I would burst into tears. Truro was so close to an explosive orgasm that stopping, while a tease, was not an option.

  “Okay.” Murphy slapped her ass and stilled both cock and fingers.

  “Not now.” If that sounded whiny, Truro didn’t care. She need fast, friction and hot cock.

  “Why not?” Murphy placed soft, sucking kisses along her jawline.

  Oh boy. The love thing shot back into her mind. “I want to come.”

  “With me?”

  “No, with the creepy man in van number thirteen.”

  Murphy pulled both cock and fingers almost from her body. “There will never be anyone else for you than me.”

  “That’s a pretty big call to make, wolf man.” Truro wiggled her ass against Murphy to entice him all the way back in.

  He slapped her ass once more. “Say it or I can quite easily leave you like this.”

  “Liar—you want me.” Truro knew she was not the only one going up in flames here. When both his cock and fingers left her body, Truro whimpered. Damn, I need him and he knows it.

  “Say it.”

  “I want you.”

  “And?”

  Truro groaned loudly in frustration. Her call was mirrored by one of the Ludlum wolves. “Okay, fine. I want only you. Now please fuck me before I burst into tears and then eat a gallon of ice cream.”

  “Huh?”

  “It’s almost as good as sex.” Truro gasped as once more Murphy filled her.

  “You’ll never have to turn to ice cream for satisfaction again.” Murphy increased his speed, his balls slapping against her ass.

  Oh yes. This is my happy place. “Oh, wolf man,” she groaned as the orgasm gripped and shook her body. Her knees wobbled and her back arched as she gave in to the wildest feeling of pleasure. She felt every spasm and shudder as Murphy came against her.

  “I love you, petal.”

  Those simple words whispered in her ear gave Truro hope.

  “Bloody hell.” Truro sat up and ran a hand through her hair. Why did I do that? Again? She swung her legs over the edge of the bed. As she did she grabbed for the sheet to cover her body. “You were supposed to leave town.” Damn it. Why didn’t he? Did he say he loved me? Was that heat of the moment? What am I supposed to say to that?

  Murphy pulled the sheet from her hands. “How could I? I needed to see you again. I needed to touch and taste y
ou once more.” He grabbed hold of her bare leg to stop her going any farther. “I believe you need me as much as I need you.”

  “Bullshit.” Truro kicked out at him. It was a pretty weak kick as her knees were still wobbly and her body was sated after being full of hot, pounding cock. “I don’t need anyone.” Jeez, what part of that didn’t he get? Or what part did he get and I didn’t? This was so confusing. “The other night was a one-off.” Truro saw the look he gave her. It was one of smug, male satisfaction. It was a pretty damn sexy look. Focus woman. “And granted, the moment at the garage was technically a two-off but it was also a farewell fuck.”

  “Do you really believe that?”

  “I have to, wolf man.” Truro shouted the words in defiance. Her neat little world was being turned upside down and she wasn’t sure how to deal with it.

  “Why?”

  “Why? Because— Well, crap, I just do.”

  “So this was technically a three-off fuck.”

  Truro sighed and stopped struggling. “I don’t know.” And why I am kidding myself? I want this man. I very possibly love this man. “Very possibly” gave her an out in case it all turned pear-shaped and he walked away. Then she could just shrug her shoulder and say “whatever”.

  “Stop fighting me, petal.” Murphy pulled her close against his body.

  “I have to.”

  “Why?”

  “I have no idea.” It was like fighting the inevitable. It was always going to happen.

  ———

  Five minutes before midnight Murphy stood and stared at the moon through the window. He had spent what was left of the day following Truro around helping her with her chores at the caravan park and even taking her to the bank. She had made it very clear she did not need his assistance. Murphy had made it equally as clear that he was going to help whether she liked it or not. It was cute watching her pointedly try to ignore him. Whether she like it or not, Murphy was not going to give her a chance to try to shut down and block him out.