Chasing Felicity [Passion Peak, Colorado 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  When he leaned in to kiss her, she hesitated for just a second, only because she couldn’t imagine how nasty she smelled right now, but that didn’t seem to deter him. He cupped her face in two strong hands and teased her lips with his. Felicity moaned softly in the back of her throat and leaned over the gearshift to wrap her arms around his muscled torso. She parted her lips, and he slid his tongue inside.

  The man knew how to kiss. She was dizzy, and the passion coursing through her body was like nothing she’d ever felt. She wanted him, right now, in this truck, in her driveway, and her neighbors could watch. She wouldn’t even care.

  Maverick ran his hands through her hair and she moaned again, no longer caring that she’d just worked a six-hour shift and her clothes were covered in flour and grease splatters. He obviously wanted her anyway. She grew bolder with her tongue, moving it over his now, and ran her hands down his back and up again, enjoying the way it made him squirm.

  He broke the kiss and pulled her close, sighing into her ear. “Felicity…let’s go inside.”

  “Too old to make out in a parked truck?”

  He smiled. “Not at all, but do you really want to be naked in your driveway?”

  She let out a soft gasp as fresh passion raced through her body. This was really going to happen! “Not tonight.”

  She opened the door, grabbing her bag and the pan of sweet bread she’d saved for him. She climbed out, and then practically ran around to the driver’s side to grab his hand as he clicked the button on his key fob to lock the truck. She only let go of him to unlock her front door, and then as soon as they were inside, she slammed the door shut, placed the pan of sweet bread on the hall table, dropped her bag on the floor, and wrapped her arms around Maverick again as he drew her in for a smoking-hot kiss.

  Felicity kicked off her shoes as she opened her lips and let his tongue inside. She tried to reach between their bodies to unbutton her tunic, but Maverick beat her to the punch. He simply pulled it over head and tossed it on the floor at their feet. She had on a boring white cotton bra, but that didn’t seem to bother him because he reached around to unhook it.

  She pulled out of his embrace and took his hand. “Come on. I feel grungy. I need a shower.”

  A grin the size of Wyoming split his face, and he made a sound that was halfway between a grunt and a laugh. Felicity wanted to run up the stairs with Maverick in tow. She’d never felt so wanton and excited. This was completely out of character for her but she didn’t give a shit. It was raw, and erotic, and she didn’t want to analyze it. She simply wanted to go for it.

  She led him into the bathroom, and after she reached inside the shower to turn on the water, she looked into his beautiful dark eyes and unhooked her bra. “Next time I’ll wear something sexier under my clothes.”

  “I don’t give a shit about underwear right now.”

  She smiled and let the bra fall, and then reached for her pants to take them off as his gaze roamed over her naked breasts. Once they were off, and the panties with them, she peeled off her socks. “Your turn.”

  His gaze finally traveled back up to her face. “You’re a true redhead.”

  She laughed. “Yes, I am. Now get your clothes off, Maverick, unless you plan on getting them wet.”

  Felicity moved aside the shower curtain and adjusted the water’s temperature as she listened to rustling and a zipper. By the time she turned around again, he stood before her in his birthday suit, and it was magnificent. Muscles galore, a fine dusting of dark hair over his chest and abdomen, and a red, thick dick that was already wet with pre-cum. She stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear her eyes away.

  “Um, I hate to bring this up, Felicity, but I don’t have any condoms with me.”

  “Huh?” His words finally broke through the fog of lust that had settled over her brain. “Oh, that’s all right. I’m on the pill. I have been for years. And I have no social diseases. In fact…” She stopped. Should she even say this? Why not? He should know. “In fact, it’s been a while since I’ve had sex. A long while.”

  The look of tenderness in his eyes surprised her. He pulled her into his arms and held her close, and the touch of his skin against hers, so warm and alive, sent tiny jolts of electricity straight to her throbbing clit. He stroked her hair softly and then kissed the top of her head.

  “I don’t have any STDs either. And don’t spread this around town, but it’s been a long while since I’d had sex, too.”

  Felicity smiled at him, and then she took his hand and stepped into the tub. “Well then, let’s do something about that.”

  The water was warm, and as it cascaded over them, Maverick traced a line with his tongue over her neck and collar bones, and finally to one nipple. He fastened his mouth on it and Felicity cried out in pleasure as he gently sucked and bit it. The shock wave of lust it sent throughout her body was almost enough to make her come. He switched to the other one, and then he grasped both breasts in his hands and shook his head slightly. “You’re beautiful. I knew you would be.”

  “So are you,” she whispered.

  Maverick reached behind her and took her bottle of scented shower gel off the shelf, grinning slightly as he popped off the top and poured a generous amount into one palm. “I’ll smell like a girl by the time we’re done.”

  “You’ll smell like sex.”

  He laughed. The rich, warm tone sent another shiver up and down her spine. Maverick took the shower gel and lathered it over both her breasts, and then he teased her abdomen with it, going lower and lower, but never quite reaching her soaking wet pussy. “Turn around.” His voice was soft but commanding, and it was then she remembered their conversation earlier about whether she was a sub. He was a Dom. She was sure of it. The possibilities that this night could bring made her limbs tremble.

  She turned around and was treated to the brush of his hands across her back and over both ass cheeks. “Need more gel.” His voice had taken on a gruff quality, like he had to clear his throat. When he had more shower gel in his palms, he lathered her ass cheeks, making satisfied noises in the back of his throat. “You have a gorgeous ass, Felicity. I’d like to put you over my knee and spank it.”

  Oh my God…“Okay.” What else was there to say, after all? She wouldn’t argue with that.

  He reached under to caress her pussy, and Felicity moaned loudly. “Really? You’d let me do that?”

  “Oh, yes. Yes, I would.”

  “Oh, Felicity. I knew you were a sub.” He caressed not only her pussy now, but her ass crack as well. Desire coursed through her veins like hot lava, spilling over everything in its path, searing it.

  “We should go to Indulgence together,” she said.

  “I prefer to play in private, to be honest. And I have plenty of toys at home.”

  “Oh…okay. I can do that.” She let her imagination run wild as images of playing in his house raced through her mind. How intriguing.

  “Now it’s your turn to wash me,” he said, turning her gently to face him. As he bent his head to kiss her again, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pushed her body against his, moaning in the back of her throat as his cock rubbed her lower abdomen. He was ready to burst, and so was she. She wanted that dick inside her pussy in the worst way, but the idea of rubbing shower gel all over his gorgeous body was too delicious to pass up.

  When he released her mouth, she picked up the bottle and poured gel into her palms, then lathered it over his chest and abdomen. She played with his nipples, and squirmed as he brushed his hands over her ass again when she did. “Oh, that feels so fucking good, Felicity.”

  “What you’re doing feels incredible, too.”

  “I imagined this, earlier, after I dropped you off at work.”

  “Did you?” She looked into his eyes, struck by the depth of emotion in them. Where had this guy been hiding all these years? How could he have lived here almost four years and she’d never talked to him before Monday?

  He nodded, and
then he turned them around so that the water cascaded over his chest and abdomen, washing off the shower gel. “I can’t wait much longer for you, Felicity.”

  “But I haven’t washed the rest of you.” She grinned as she poured more shower gel into her palms and then dropped the bottle. It would probably spill all over the tub now and she’d need to buy another one, but she didn’t give a shit about that right now. She was too busy fondling his impressive dick and his balls, covering them with shower gel.

  Maverick threw back his head and groaned loudly, and that spurred Felicity on. Her arousal was at a fevered pitch now, and only one thing could quench it. She wrapped one leg around his, and he grabbed both ass cheeks and pulled her closer, but all that did was drive her lust higher. She’d never had sex in her bathtub. Was it even possible?

  Maverick glanced around the tiled walls, as if reading her thoughts, and then he picked her up like she weighed no more than a sack of flour and backed her up against the wall. Felicity wrapped her legs and arms around him and hung on as he plunged his dick into her pussy, pinning her to the wall with his body.

  She closed her eyes as an intense orgasm overtook her, complete with fireworks in her brain and the briefest flash of pain as he pushed inside. She didn’t even care. Nothing could ruin this. It felt so fucking good she was sure she was going to pass out.

  He fucked her like he’d never stop, cradling her ass cheeks in his hands and nuzzling her neck with his warm lips. It was like something out of a really hot movie, and she’d never imagined she’d have a real-life experience like this. The contractions in her pussy went on and on, and still he thrust in and out of her. When he finally came, it was in quick, jerky movements, and Felicity swore she could feel his contractions inside her.

  Gently, he lowered her legs to the ground and just held her, his body trembling against hers. The water had turned cool, but she barely noticed. She never wanted to let go of this strong, sexy man who had completely surprised and captivated her in the space of less than one week. Felicity couldn’t wait to find out what else he had in store for them tonight. She hoped he wasn’t done, because she certainly wasn’t.

  Chapter Five

  Kane stood in the alley next to Taylor Drugstore, watching Mason, Mancie and Nevada Ruiz begin to pack up their Sleepy Cat merchandise for the night. He played over the evening’s events as he kept an eye on the three.

  He’d left The Saloon approximately two hours after sitting down with Maverick, Van, and his crew, armed with no more information than he’d had when he’d first come in. The guys had all been pleasant, but hadn’t been able to tell him anything he hadn’t already heard today about Nevada or Mancie Ruiz. What a fucking waste of time.

  He’d been so ready to spill the beans about what Trace Coleman had done in Winston, but had decided not to yet. From what they’d said, one of the local detectives knew quite a bit about the man and had reached out to various town cops and FBI contacts. Kane had learned over the years not to get in the way of local cops. He’d bide his time for now.

  Add to that the fact that he now had a raging hard-on because he couldn’t stop thinking about Felicity. Why had he gone to The Cranberry Roost tonight? And why had Jorges had to mention the fact that his sister was working tonight, and he hoped she’d bring him some of the sweet bread that Felicity made?

  If Jorges hadn’t said anything about the food at The Cranberry Roost, Kane wouldn’t have asked. If he hadn’t asked, he wouldn’t have figured out that the redhead he’d seen in the bakery with Maverick was the pastry chef at that restaurant, or that Maverick was just killing time before he picked her up from work. And if the conversation hadn’t gone down that road, Kane never would have realized that Maverick had only recently met her, and that they weren’t actually involved yet. And his dick wouldn’t have compelled him to finish his beer and get the hell out of The Saloon and walk clear across town to have an expensive but delicious meal.

  And now, Maverick was probably with Felicity, and Kane was standing in an alley that reeked of rotting garbage, watching three people pack up a fucking tent. It was difficult to keep his mind on why he’d come to this town in the first place and on how much he enjoyed ferreting out a mystery. Where he really wanted to be was in the cute brick bungalow at 192 Arapaho Lane. The only thing of value he’d learned tonight was Felicity’s name and phone number.

  Maverick must be a total loser. The guy had actually been living in this hick town for almost four years but hadn’t exchanged any words with the beauty until Monday, when he’d played DJ at a Labor Day bash one of the local rich boys had thrown for friends.

  So he was picking her up after work tonight. Big deal. Kane had had to bite his tongue to keep from asking Maverick if he planned to take her to the local soda shop afterward and share a malted shake while they played Sandra Dee tunes on the jukebox. He’d bet his payout from an entire quarter’s worth of investments that Maverick Orantes didn’t get laid tonight, or anytime soon, for that matter.

  Maybe he should forget about Nevada and Mancie Ruiz tonight and instead walk the ten minutes or so to Felicity’s house? Then he could invite himself in and show Maverick the hick cowboy how a real man treated a woman. And to think he’d been worried this morning about tangling with the guy. Kane didn’t believe that Maverick would be any competition for him, so he still planned to call Felicity tomorrow. She’d been flattered by his asking to meet her tonight. He’d seen it in her pretty brown eyes.

  His damn balls ached now as well as his cock, so he forced his attention back to Mancie, Mason, and Nevada. They talked softly as they worked, but he was too far away to hear anything, even in the crisp, cool night air. Insects sang lazily tonight, and a quick glance at the sky told him there would no moon to guide him. He’d have to wing it. But he’d done that before.

  When they finally finished and the tent was locked up for the night, they set off on foot toward the north, and he followed at a discreet distance. Mason moved surprisingly fast for a man who had to be in his seventies by now, and Kane actually struggled to keep up with the trio. He thought he lost them once when they reached the end of town where there were no longer streetlamps, but then he spotted three shadowy figures walking into the woods. Shit. He was hoping he wouldn’t have to track them through a goddam forest. How the hell did they see in there?

  He used sound to track them as far as he could, but then he lost them. It was odd, too. The sound simply faded. It wasn’t the same as if they’d all stopped and stood still, either. It sort of drifted away, as if they’d entered a cave or a structure that he couldn’t see. He stood listening to the usual night sounds, trying to catch anything different or even a scent on the air, but all he could smell were flowers and loam, and the only sound was insects.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. If he used a flashlight, he risked getting caught, but there was no other choice right now. He dug it out of his backpack and turned it on, letting his eyes adjust to the light as he aimed the beam at the ground before slowly sweeping it around him. It caught the eyes of a deer, but that was it. If something else living was out there, it was well hidden.

  Kane walked around a bit, looking for a cave entrance or a structure, but there was none. How the fuck had they simply disappeared like that? They had to be somewhere. It made no fucking sense. Nothing in this damn town made any fucking sense.

  He walked back into town and headed for Arapaho Lane, not really sure why he was doing it. It was almost eleven, and Maverick had mentioned he’d be picking up Felicity from work around ten thirty. That meant she was either in her house alone, or he was there with her. He didn’t want to be caught snooping on them, but he was curious to see if Maverick would stay overnight.

  As soon as that thought took shape, he shook it away and turned around. As he started walking toward the Shady Pines Motel on Apache Street, he chided himself for being so fucking ridiculous. He was here to put Trace Coleman out of business once and for all and to find a couple of possible shifters, not get in
volved with a redhead, no matter how pretty she was. What the hell was wrong with him? Shit. This was not in his plans, and yet he knew he wasn’t going to be able to simply dismiss Felicity Featherstone.

  But he couldn’t just hang around town, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. He’d go into the forest in the morning after the Ruiz family set up their tent on Juniper Street again, and search for their home in the daylight, away from prying eyes. But that still left a sleepless, lonely night ahead of him.

  He slipped into Taylor Drugstore, surprised to find out they stayed open all night, and bought a six pack of Coors and a couple of cheap movies he could watch on the DVD player in his motel room. This was going to be a long night.

  * * * *

  “You never did finish telling me about your evening at The Saloon.” Felicity lay on her side next to Maverick, propped up on her left elbow and tracing a line with one finger through the hair on his chest. Goosebumps raised up on his skin, and she hoped that wasn’t only because the window was open and the cool night breeze stirred across their naked bodies.

  “I can’t remember it right now.”

  She laughed softly. “So then, the food digested?”

  “Barely.” He turned onto his side, facing her, and brushed a finger along her cheek. “I can’t believe I’ve lived here four years and just now found you.”

  His tone was almost too intense, and she swallowed hard. Coming from anyone else, she would have thought it was only a line, but he didn’t give off that vibe. “Me too. I’m so glad I went to that party on Labor Day with Winona and Summer.”

  “I’m glad you did, too.” He frowned slightly. “What did I tell you about my evening before I picked you up? I can’t remember.”

  She laughed again. “I’m not surprised. There’s no blood in your brain. You only mentioned dinner at The Saloon, and then we got busy with other things.”