Bleacke's Geek

by Lesli Richardson

  His shoulder pleasantly throbbed where she’d bit him. “Claimed? What does that mean?”

  Propping one elbow on the counter, she rested her chin on her palm. “If I’d sat down at your table and started talking to you and invited you back to my place, would you have come? Honestly?”

  He stared at her and finally nodded. Hell, yes. He’d be a moron to refuse.

  His heart thumped as he stared at her. He loved her.

  Christ, what’s wrong with me?

  She smiled knowingly. “Nothing’s wrong with you. You’re my mate now. Believe me, the feeling’s mutual. And again I’m sorry I had to do it like that. That absolutely wasn’t my first choice.” She sat up and stuck her hand out. “Dewi Bleacke. Pleased to meet you. I’m twenty-five. Born in Idaho, but I’ve been here in Florida for thirteen years. Head Enforcer of the Targhee pack. Taurus.”

  “She’s bullheaded, all right,” Badger grumped.

  Ken wiped his sweaty palm on his slacks before taking her hand. “Heathcliff McKenzie Ethelbert.” He met her gaze as his grip tightened on her hand. He suspected she held back, that she could crush every bone in his body without breaking a sweat. “But you can call me Ken.”

  * * * *

  Except for the fainting, she had to admit her mate took the news pretty well. Other than being a Virgo, a vegetarian, and his goofy damn name—and he earned bonus points for being a good sport about that—he wasn’t a bad choice for a mate. Cute in a geeky, computer nerd kind of way. Totally apropos, considering he was a computer nerd and taught computer science over at USF.

  “So how old are you, and where are you from?” she asked.

  He finished his potato. “I’m twenty-seven. I was raised here in Tampa.”

  “Ever been to Idaho?”

  He shook his head. “Only been to Georgia. Up to Atlanta, for a conference once. I hate to fly, so I don’t.”

  She fought the urge to groan. She had to travel to Idaho several times a year on pack business. She’d be damned if she’d drive all that way every time, yet the thought of forcing him to fly with her if he wasn’t comfortable doing it didn’t set well with her, either.

  Leaving him behind wasn’t an option. Not this soon after claiming him.

  Badger interrupted. “Well, kiddies, I hate to break in and all, but I’m hitting the grocery store in the morning. I promise I won’t wake ye when I go. Again I ask ye, what do ye want me to buy, Ken, or ye’ll get nothing but cream of mushroom soup for a week.”

  Ken smiled. “I don’t like anything spicy. As long as it’s not meat or spicy, I’m cool with that.”

  Dewi noticed he’d given up his objections to staying. “Please tell me you like pizza.”

  He smiled. “Love pizza. I have several kick-ass recipes.”

  “Ah, he cooks.” Badger laughed. “I think I like him.”

  “You already like him,” she sniped.

  “Yeah, but that don’t mean I won’t bust his bollocks every chance I get.” He leaned against the opposite counter, his meaty arms so thick he could barely cross them over his chest, but he managed the pose. “That’s my little girl there, Ken,” he said, his tone turning low in warning, sounding growly, borderline snarly. “Ye break her heart, I’ll break yer neck.”

  “You’re her father?”

  She laughed. “No, he thinks he is, though.” Her tone and expression bore nothing but blatant affection for the older man. “He’s sort of my uncle. Pack family relations can get pretty complicated.”

  “I’m the man who can make yer life hell or heaven,” Badger warned. Then he smiled. “But I have a feeling yer gonna come running to me for help quite a lot. At least, in the beginning.” He yawned. “Listen, it’s late, and way past me bedtime.” He wagged a finger at her. “Don’t be putting him in the hospital. Took ye damn long enough to find one.”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “Go to bed, Badger.”

  “So what is your real name?” Ken asked him.

  He grinned. “Badger’s me name. Badger Williams.”

  “Your parents named you Badger?”

  He laughed and pushed his bulk away from the counter. “No more than yers named ye Ken.”

  * * * *

  Once alone with Dewi, Ken stared at her. “So what happens now?”

  She gently reached for his glasses and put them on the counter. Then she leaned in and kissed him, her arms wrapping around him, enveloping him in a sultry heat. Not just from contact with her body, but radiating from her.

  He pulled her to him and she crawled into his lap as they kissed. All the while his cock screamed for more action.

  Carefully constrained, he sensed her holding back even though he didn’t know how or why he knew. Probably out of fear she’d hurt him. His hands stroked her back as he kissed her slowly and sweetly.

  She nuzzled her head against his shoulder as her hands played with his shirt collar. “I really am sorry,” she softly said. “I never thought I’d find a mate. I damn sure never thought I’d stumble across you while on a job.”

  “Speaking of jobs, I do have one.”

  “You can quit.”

  “What if I don’t want to quit?”

  She sat back and looked at him. “Why would you want to work?”

  Meeting her gaze, he realized she was serious. “I need to earn a living. I have bills to pay. Besides, you don’t even know you’re going to want me around in a week.” He’d settle for that, at least, even though he knew it’d break his heart when she came to her senses and sent him packing.

  He didn’t understand why he felt like that, why he was in love with her. He decided not to think about the wolf stuff right then. But why would a beautiful woman like her be any different than any other woman in my life?

  “I told you, money isn’t an issue.” Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled his mouth onto hers again. By the time she let him loose, she’d almost sucked the breath from his lungs. “Forever,” she growled. “You’re mine.”

  “I can’t quit my job. Not in the middle of the semester.”

  He felt her mentally struggling not to overrule him, even though he didn’t understand how he knew this. “How much longer till the end of the semester?”

  “Four weeks.”

  He would have swore she growled. “Then give me a promise that after four weeks you’ll quit. Please?”

  He’d give her anything she wanted, if only he knew she really meant what she said.

  He nodded. She jumped from his lap and grabbed his hand. “Come on.”

  No other choice than to follow her. He suspected she’d drag him if he didn’t. Almost running, she pulled him up the stairs and to her bedroom, where she slammed the door shut behind them before turning to him. “This will all make more sense in the morning.”

  “Are you saying that for my benefit or yours?”

  She backed him toward the large bed. “Yours. I already know what I want.” She leapt at him, knocking him backward onto the bed where she landed on top of him, straddling him. “I want you. Only you.”

  He caught her wrists in his hands when she tried to pull his shirt loose from his pants. “You don’t think this is moving a little fast?”

  “This is how wolves do things.”

  “It’s not how I do things.”

  He suspected the only reason she hadn’t pulled free of his grasp was her fear of hurting him. That one thought seemed to pulse through whatever connection they now shared, nearly as strongly as her passion for him.

  “Has your way been working for you?” she asked.

  He didn’t have a satisfactory answer for that and released her hands. As she tugged his shirt loose, she crawled down the bed and shrugged the robe off. She was naked underneath. As she raised his shirt, her lips explored every inch of real estate from his waistband north as she progressed, licking and gently nipping.

  He laid back and closed his eyes as his cock once again strained against his briefs. Jesus, he was nothing but one large erecti
on at this point. Arguing with her would be pointless and possibly make her upset enough to stop the delicious things she was doing to him.

  With minds of their own, his hands plunged into her hair, freeing it from the elastic band and gently fisting it. He enjoyed the silky feel of it feathering through his fingers, how it cascaded across his flesh, following her hot mouth and the sinful things she did on her way up his body.

  When she reached his nipples, she nipped at the left one, drawing a sharp gasp of pleasure from him. He’d never felt anything like that before. His cock throbbed in response to her actions as she moved to the other and repeated it.

  He helped her finish yanking his shirt off and couldn’t resist pulling her mouth down to his for another round of hot kisses that left them both breathless. She tasted like sweet spices. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  She once again turned the full force of her mocha eyes on him. “You realize I’m the last woman you’ll ever be with, right?”

  “You said it was safe to forget the whole dying business.”

  She grinned, but this time it looked sweet and sultry, not wolfish and predatory. “I don’t share my man with anyone, silly.” She poked him in the chest. “You’re my man.”

  “I hope that’s not a one-way-street like the name thing, because I don’t like to share either.”

  In response she kissed him. When he tentatively brushed his tongue across her lips they parted for him with a soft sigh. “I don’t want to be shared,” she whispered when she lifted her head. “So don’t worry. You’re the last man I’ll ever be with.”

  She pushed herself up on strong arms and looked down his body to where she’d been grinding herself against the bulge of his cock. Thank god she had nailed him earlier, or just that friction alone would have had him shooting off in his pants. “Can we ditch the talking for the rest of the night?” She looked up and met his gaze. “I’d rather feel your sweet cock inside me again.”

  Robbed of speech once more, he eagerly nodded. Fuck it. He’d obviously suffered a psychotic break and could sort it out in the morning when reality had once again settled over his boring, pitiful existence.

  “I do have a question, though,” she admitted. “How many women have you been with?”

  He felt his face redden. “Three.”

  One dark, elegant eyebrow arched. “Only three? Really?” No derision in her tone.

  “Four, including you.”

  Another sultry smile curved her lips. “Any of them ever give you a blow job?”

  He shook his head and her smile widened even further. “Oh, fuck me,” she softly said. “That’s great!”

  That confused him. “You’re happy about that?”

  “Duh.” She kissed him again. “That means I’m the only woman who’s ever had her lips down there.” She worked her way south again down his torso, until she reached his waist and started unfastening his belt. “This will be so much fun.”

  He kicked his shoes off and raised his hips as she pulled his pants and briefs down and tossed them to the floor. His socks followed. She pushed his legs apart and knelt between them. “Grab a pillow, sweetie. I want you to watch me suck your cock.”

  He fumbled around behind him, grabbed one, and dragged it under his head. His cock jutted up, rigid, engorged, ready.

  Her eyes never left his as she lowered her mouth until just over the tip. Wrapping her fingers gently around his shaft, she blew over the head and flicked her tongue over his slit.

  He moaned.

  * * * *

  He’s never had a blow job?

  Thank the Goddess there was a world of stupid women out there. His body, nicely trim even if not heavily muscled, wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. His shirt, at least one size too large, had hid his form, as had his slacks. Not much chest hair, just a very light dusting across his pecs and a thin, dark treasure trail leading from his navel south to the soft nest of hair between his legs.

  He had great legs, his thighs firm and nicely shaped, as was his ass.

  Ah, the bike riding.

  That made sense. He did have a biker’s trim, leanly lithe body. She’d been a little concerned about what he’d look like naked. Not that it’d make any difference to her, especially now. He was actually a refreshing change from Beck and his bulging biceps.

  And he’s allll mine.

  She flicked her tongue again and drew another soft moan from him. She couldn’t stop herself from the comparisons. He even tasted better than Beck, tangy and sweet and salty all at the same time.

  Crap. She’d have to call Beck in the morning and break the news to him. Thank the Goddess he’ll understand. No more midnight drop-in booty calls for that wolf.

  Pulling her mind back to her mate stretched out before her, she lightly swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and enjoyed his low, deep moan of pleasure. His gaze didn’t leave her even as she slowly sucked his member between her lips, taking her time, enjoying every noise he made and the way his body trembled under hers.

  She cupped his sac in her hand, softly stroking him, palming the warm, soft weight, her fingers playing with his hair. She loved everything about him.

  Her eyes dropped closed as a low moan of her own escaped. Her heart belonged to him, totally. She’d never really, truly believed the bonding bullshit before…until now. She’d die for him, kill for him, love him until her life ended.

  Passion took over. She eagerly worked his hot, slick shaft in her mouth, sucking every drop of precum out of him that she could and wanting more.

  “I…I can’t hold back,” he gasped.

  Without releasing his cock, she reached up with her other hand and grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her head. She thought one word to him. “Don’t.”

  His hips bucked in time with her movements as her head bobbed up and down over him. She felt his fingers tighten on her scalp even as his cock tensed and hardened, signaling his release.

  When his sac tightened in her hand, she knew. She went deep, sucking hard, something inside her reveling in his loud gasp, followed by a cry as his seed filled her mouth and rolled over her tongue.

  Even after he finished and lay there limp and panting, she stayed where she was, holding him in her mouth, not wanting to let go. When she finally lifted her head, his fingers had gone lax in her hair and his eyes were closed.

  “Well?” she asked.

  * * * *

  “That was…holy crap, that was…amazing!” Better than amazing, it was fan-fucking-tastic. He forced his eyes open and looked at her to see an expression of wry amusement on her face.

  “And I wasn’t even being creative,” she gently teased as she crawled up the bed to lie next to him. “Just imagine how good it would have felt if I’d done more.”

  He shook his head. “Nothing could have felt better than that.”

  “Oh, I’m sure there’s lots of things we’ll do over the next few centuries that will feel a lot better than that.”

  He didn’t want to contemplate if that was a literal or figurative comment. He rolled on top of her and kissed her. “Time for me to return the favor.”

  She wore that amused expression again. “Ever gone down on a woman?”

  “There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”

  Her smile widened. “Maybe the first, but definitely not the last, if I have my way.”

  He slowly worked his way down her body. She felt smooth and warm under his hands. He stroked her skin, afraid he’d wake up from this wonderful dream. She wove her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips to one of her breasts. The sweet, happy moan he drew from her hardened him again. He cupped her breasts and spent long, slow, sweet minutes teasing her, from one side to the other, enjoying the way her nipples tightened under his tongue before he continued his southerly sojourn.

  Except for a narrow, neatly trimmed landing strip of hair, her mound was completely bare. He licked her navel, her hands never leaving his head, her breathing growing more rapi
d the closer he approached to his intended target. Her sweet, musky scent of arousal made him want to fuck her right then and there.

  She pulled her legs up, fully exposing herself to him and he let out a sharp cry as he dove for her. He had to taste her, the craving filling his soul. She let out a soft mewling sound as he slowly licked her. His tongue dipped inside her, a moan of his own tumbling from him as her sweet taste her filled his brain.

  Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he settled in and assumed that her positive noises and the fact that she eagerly ground her hips against his face meant she enjoyed his ministrations. After a few minutes, she let out a loud cry as her back arched and her body tensed.

  He didn’t relent, flicking at her clit with his tongue as she rolled her head back and forth, moaning. Her entire body twisted under him until one last cry, louder than the rest, ripped through her and she went limp.

  He lifted his mouth from her and kissed her left thigh, then her right, and smiled up at her. “How was that?”

  * * * *

  In disbelief, Dewi raised her head to look at him. “How was that?” She dropped her head to the bed again and laughed at his pleased expression. “Oh, fuck me, baby, that was great!”

  He laughed. She loved his laugh. “I’m glad.”

  “No, I mean it. Fuck me. Right now. I want you inside me.”

  He worked his way up the bed and she wrapped her arms around him. “Yes, ma’am.”

  She grinned as his hard shaft slid between the pleasantly swollen lips of her sex. “Smart ass.” She kissed him, tasting her juices on his lips, his mouth capturing her happy moan as he thrust hard and deeply inside her.

  Every stroke he took sent her body rolling along another wave of blissful pleasure. Never before had anything ever felt this good.

  Not even—

  No. I won’t think about him tonight. She’d have to deal with Beck soon enough. Tonight was about loving her mate with all her heart and soul.