Freedom in the Smokies

by Becca Jameson

  A glance up showed her arms trembling under the weight of her torso. Her hair fell in long waves down both sides of her head, obscuring her face from his view.

  Next time he would look into her eyes. Next time he would be slow. Next time he’d choose tender and gentle. Not this time.

  Desperate for release, Micah pinched her clit between his fingers while he plunged deep into her pussy again and again. He gritted his teeth to keep from screaming so loud he’d startle the horses. His orgasm was intense. Moments after he began shooting himself into her, Kaitlyn stiffened beneath him, her release following right behind his. Her pussy gripped his cock, pulsing him, milking him until he thought it would never end.

  And he didn’t care. If he never left this tack room again and they spent the rest of their lives in here naked and fucking like bunnies, he’d die a happy man.

  When the tremors subsided, Micah released her clit with a final, gentle brush of his fingertip that made her flinch.

  He grasped her hips as he removed his cock from her sheath and eased her to the ground.

  She wobbled, unsteady on her feet, but he turned her around and took her mouth in a deep kiss, gripping her waist.

  Moments later, he pulled back and set his forehead against hers. He still breathed deeply, unable to get enough oxygen to replenish what he’d lost. He must have been holding his breath while he fucked her.

  “Do you know how fucking sexy you are when you’re angry?” He smiled. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. Feel free to get pissed at me any time you want.”

  “Don’t be an ass about it. You don’t have to gloat.” She grinned. Her cheeks flushed.

  Micah glanced toward the shelf next to him and spotted what he needed—a roll of the soft blue paper towels normally used to clean the leather saddles. He grabbed the roll, ripped off a few sheets and handed them to Kaitlyn.

  She lowered her eyes. “God, I’m easy.” She looked back up at him. “I’m still mad at you, you know. Just because I can’t control my body’s reaction to your frickin’ lupine pheromones doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed.” She wiped between her legs, cleaning the result of their mating. Even that act was sexy.

  He smiled and squeezed her tighter. “Good. I’d hate to think you were a pushover.”

  “I’m not. And I meant what I said before. You can’t boss me around.”

  “I only want you to be safe. I get scared when you want to leave the house alone. Please understand that.” He raised an eyebrow and wrapped her in his embrace.

  She exhaled, relaxing against him. “I get that. But you don’t have to be so highhanded about it.” She pushed back and poked him in the chest with one finger. “The horses will get corrupted by us out here.” She glanced around and shuddered. “God, I feel like an exhibitionist. This is so not like me.”

  “Don’t worry. No one would have dared come into the barn after the way we stomped from the house headed this way. My family knows better than to interrupt a newly mated couple, even if they seem on the verge of killing each other.”

  She sighed. “We should get dressed anyway. You never know…” She wiggled against him, attempting to escape his clutches.

  “I don’t think I’m done with you yet.” He tried to catch her gaze, but she dodged his look.

  “Yes, you are. For now, anyway.” She squirmed and ducked right, slipping from under his arms. When she bent to retrieve her clothes, he lurched forward and snagged her panties and bra from the ground.

  “Hey, give me those.” She leaped toward him, grasping at air.

  Micah stuffed the scraps of lace into his jeans pocket as he grabbed the denim from behind him. “I think I’ll keep these. A souvenir.”

  “What? No.” She shook her head. “Hand them over.” She held out a hand and put one foot forward in a stance of aggravation.

  His smile broadened. He stepped into his jeans, but had to adjust to get his dick into the denim. The idea of her wandering around sans undergarments made him once again as hard as steel.

  “Micah,” she warned.

  “Baby, I want you to go naked under your shirt and pants. Do it for me? The idea of your pussy rubbing against your jeans and your nipples abrading your T-shirt gets me so horny.”

  She paused, her face a deep red. He could practically see her mind racing with indecision. Did she want to fight him on this issue? Or let it go and try a new experience?

  “Trust me to make you feel good. I can sense what makes you hot.”

  “Fine,” she consented, but she didn’t meet his gaze. “I’ll try it, but if I don’t like it, please don’t ask me to do it again, okay? I’m gonna feel naked and embarrassed. What if someone sees?” She pulled her T-shirt over her head and he held his breath as the cotton hugged her breasts to perfection.

  She had a point there. No one was going to overlook the points of her nipples beneath her shirt. “Ah, but the jacket…”

  Kaitlyn groaned when he shared that thought. “Great. You win. This time.”

  Micah pulled her into his embrace as soon as she had her jeans buttoned. Her nipples poked his chest and he ran his hands under her breasts, caressing her soft skin beneath the cotton shirt. “That’s fucking hot, baby. Thank you.” He kissed her lips and then turned to face the door. “Let’s get this show on the road. I’ll help you with the horses if you’ll do something for me after.”

  “What’s that?” She eyed him suspiciously, her head cocked to one side.

  “Trust me.”

  “Not likely.”

  “It’s just a little give and take. You want to spend time training and I want…well, sex. We’ll both get what we want in the end.”

  “You say that as if I didn’t have any attraction for you.”

  “Oh, I know you do. It’s just you have more willpower than I do.”

  “You haven’t told me what I’m going to have to give in exchange. I know it isn’t simply sex. That’s too easy.”

  He chuckled. “Nah, it’s not that. You’ll see. Later.”

  “Fine.” Her tone was exasperated. “Let’s go.”

  Micah was warmed by the fact she took his hand as she led him from the tack room. She didn’t want to break contact any more than he did.

  “I am sorry, you know. That I said things that upset you,” he said from behind her. “I didn’t mean them the way they came out, Kait. What I meant to imply was that you’re the most important thing in the world to me, and I don’t want anything to happen to you…ever. It scares me to death that there’s a vampire on the loose. He’ll stop at nothing to take what’s mine. If I get a bit high-handed and bossy at times, know it’s because I…care.” She stopped walking and he stopped short behind her.

  When she turned around and tipped her head up, her expression was blank. And then she smiled. “Thank you for apologizing.” She kissed him. A quick peck on the lips that made him fidget. “You know there are better ways of communicating? You don’t have to get all alpha bossy and shit,” she teased. “And stop glaring at Enrique. He’s not a threat to you. He’s my friend. One of the only ones I had growing up. You won’t win favors with me by growling at him.”

  Micah swallowed and nodded at her. He wasn’t completely sure she was right about Enrique. After all, the guy just traveled across the country to see her for no apparent reason. Had he really come just because he suspected Kaitlyn had mated a Durham? Or did he travel this far to verify she was taken and he couldn’t have her? It wasn’t completely unheard of for wolves to claim someone who wasn’t a true mate. It happened sometimes. However, if Enrique had such an inclination before today, Micah could only hope it was squelched now.

  In any case, it didn’t appear Kaitlyn had ever been privy to any possible crush Enrique may have had on her in the past.

  Micah watched as Kaitlyn grabbed the brush from where it had landed on the floor, her ass jutting out as she bent over. It was going to be a long couple of hours, following her around this barn with her nipples poking forward, en
ticing him to suck them, and her pussy weeping into the fabric of her jeans.

  Chapter Eleven

  Two hours later, Kaitlyn entered the house through the back door with Micah still on her heels. Brianna and Juliana were bustling around the kitchen, preparing lunch.

  Juliana smiled at Kaitlyn. “Hey. You know you don’t actually work for us, right? You don’t have to bust your ass in the barn all day. Things have changed.” Her grin widened. “And welcome to the family.”

  Brianna nodded and stepped toward Kaitlyn to take her into a brief embrace.

  Kaitlyn’s eyes watered as she glanced around the room. It had been a long time since she’d been part of a real family. One that laughed and joked, ate together, worked together and lived together. It warmed her soul.

  Grandmother Winston had always been so stuffy, she’d forced Kaitlyn to sit at a huge dining room table and mind her manners, including not speaking unless she was asked a direct question. The memory made her shiver and Micah rubbed her arms where goose bumps had formed.

  George wandered in from the attached living room. His brow furrowed when he saw her. “You okay, squirt?”

  “Yep.” She wiped the back of her hand across her eyes.

  “You sure? I thought you’d burn off some of your stress with those horses.”

  “I did.” She glanced at Micah, feeling a flush cover her face as she recalled how much “stress” she’d actually burned. She turned back to George. “I’m gonna take a shower and get cleaned up. Can we talk after?”

  “Of course.” He beamed. “I’ll be here.”

  Micah tugged her arm and led her to his wing of the house and straight into the master bath. “You do realize this is a ridiculously large bathroom for a guy, right?”

  He reached into the enormous sunken tub in the center of the room and turned on the faucet. “Well, I’m not the only one using it now, am I?” His grin was infectious as he stalked back toward her with a suggestive look she recognized as his “come hither” expression.

  He’d been trailing her for two hours, graciously keeping his hands to himself while he helped her work with the horses. She’d been aware of her lack of undergarments the entire time and now that they were once again alone, her nipples pebbled against the tight T-shirt she wore, her breasts seeming to swell against the cotton.

  She breathed deep as he approached.

  Micah peeled off her jacket and dropped it to the floor. “Thought you’d like a nice soak. You have to be sore. I’ve been mauling you like a wolf.” He chuckled.

  “Heaven.” She turned toward the steaming tub and shucked her clothes and shoes in seconds.

  After testing the water with one toe, she climbed in and sank down onto the bottom. The water sluiced around her, not reaching much past her belly yet.

  Micah sat on the edge and handed her the shampoo. “Are you going to talk to George, baby?” He raised one eyebrow in question. “You’ll feel better knowing the answers to all your questions. Hell, even if the man isn’t your father, he might have an idea who is.”

  “Yeah, I know. I’ve been putting it off.” She dipped her head under the faucet to wet her hair and then worked in the shampoo. When she peeked at Micah, she grimaced. “You’re staring. It’s disconcerting to sit here naked with you looking at me.”

  “You’re beautiful.” He gazed into her eyes. “I’ll never get enough of you, visually or otherwise.”

  As the water reached her nipples, they beaded. She quickly rinsed her hair under the faucet and looked back at Micah. He hadn’t moved. His hungry gaze roamed her body and a flush raced over her chest and up her neck. She moaned. How could he get her so aroused by staring?

  “Play with yourself, baby,” he whispered. His voice was deep and sexy.

  “Huh?” Was he kidding? She’d never done such a thing alone in the bath, let alone with an audience.

  “I’m hardly what I’d call an audience.”

  Kaitlyn flinched as he read her mind.

  “It’s really tough at first to block one’s mate when aroused. I can read your every thought. I know this is new to you, but that makes me hornier than ever. And…” he lifted his gaze to her face, “…it makes you hotter also. I can smell your arousal and it jumped up two notches when I mentioned masturbating for me.” He winked.

  Kaitlyn shook her head. She wasn’t about to deny his words. In fact, she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning while he verbally made things worse, but that didn’t mean she could perform.

  He reached around her and flipped off the water.

  Kaitlyn cleared her throat. “Don’t you have some bubble bath or something?” She looked down at her nakedness beneath the water and pressed her knees together tighter.

  “Yeah, but I’m not giving it to you. I want to see your perfect sexy body while you get yourself off under the water.”

  “Yeah, about that. I didn’t consent to any such thing. That’s out of my comfort zone.” Then she remembered she’d made a deal with him. “Wait. Is this my half of the secret bargain you made in the barn?”

  “Yep. I want to watch you come undone at your own hands.” He dipped his fingers into the water and wiggled them in a path toward her.

  She held her breath while he approached as though his touch would burn her skin. In a way it did. The second he grazed her nipple with his fingers, she felt the heat all the way to her core. “It’s easy,” he mumbled. “I’ll direct you.”

  Kaitlyn stiffened. Could she do this? His voice drew her in. Low, seductive, enticing as hell. It was hard to turn the man down when he spoke like that. When the two of them were alone, she was putty in his hands. Why did it seem as soon as they left the “bedroom” he became a bossy pain in her ass? On second thought, he was bossy in private too. She understood he just wanted to take care of her, but he needed to know she could take care of herself. No way in hell was she going to tolerate his mandates…other than where they pertained to sex. There was a fine line. And the look in his eyes told her he was about to cross that line once again.

  “Cup your breasts with both hands, baby.”

  She hesitated, but his penetrating gaze made her squirm with need. When he licked his lips, she did as he’d said.

  She dragged both hands up her torso until her breasts lay in her palms, her chest heaving. The water suddenly felt warmer.

  “Flick your thumbs over your nipples.” His voice was gravelly.

  She did, and it felt so good she moaned while her head fell back against the side of the porcelain. She closed her eyes and imagined the hands were Micah’s, his thumbs grazing her sensitive skin.

  “Pinch the tips, baby. Squeeze those nipples until the slight pain arouses you further.”

  Oh God. She moaned again and lifted her torso off the bottom of the tub.

  “That’s so sexy.” His voice was deeper now. “Spread your legs.”

  She complied as though unable to stop herself. She’d do anything for this man. Not to mention he was making her hornier than hell.

  “That’s it. Now, lift your ankles over the sides.”

  Kaitlyn stiffened. She’d be so open to him in that position. Her neck rolled back and forth against the edge of the tub, the pressure on her shoulder muscles the only thing grounding her to reality.

  After she lifted both legs over the sides, she heard heavier breathing coming from her mate. It only served to urge her on. Without waiting for his next instructions, she ran her hands down her torso until she met the V of her wide-open legs. She ran one finger through the slit of her pussy and then circled her clit until she couldn’t stand the buildup and had to rub the little nub directly, the friction making her gasp and lift her head. She glanced down at her lurid position and sucked in a breath.

  “That’s it, baby. Stroke your clit for me. Press the fingers of your other hand inside your pussy. Fuck yourself with them.”

  Kaitlyn lifted her gaze to Micah and found him naked, propped on the edge of the tub. He had his cock in h
is hand and leisurely stroked the length from the tip to the base.

  When his gaze met hers, she swallowed. God, he was sexy.

  “Don’t stop, baby. I’m enjoying the show.”

  She pushed two fingers inside her warm center and twisted them around, learning herself. When she accidentally grazed her G-spot, she nearly shot off the bottom of the tub. “Ohhh.” Her moan filled the silence.

  She wasn’t going to last. She didn’t even want to. All modesty had fled the room the moment she’d agreed to let Micah command her to masturbate. While she flicked her fingers rapidly over her G-spot, she pinched her clit with her other hand. The pleasure/pain was intense. So many sensations firing all at once. Finally, she lifted her butt off the bottom and let loose. The orgasm that swept through her was intense. Her legs shook violently in an attempt to support her whole body with her ankles.

  She couldn’t stop touching herself, riding the waves of the pulsing orgasm until it completely subsided and the touch of her fingers on her clit became too sensitive.

  When she finally opened her eyes, she gazed at the man frozen in front of her. He still held his cock in his grip, but he wasn’t stroking any longer. His gaze was plastered on her face.

  He swallowed and cleared his throat. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I almost came without touching myself.”

  “You are touching yourself,” she teased and nodded toward his length. “And you’re pretty damn hot doing that, yourself.” She eased her legs back into the tepid water and sat upright. “My turn.”

  His eyebrows lifted.

  She glanced again at his length. “Show me how you like to be touched, Mic. The information might come in handy someday.” She smiled.

  Micah moved, slow at first and then with more abandon. With one hand he gripped his dick and stroked the length. With the other, he held his balls in his palm and used his thumb to manipulate them. It would take some education on her end to understand how much pressure she could apply to his sac.