by Renee Rose
Her eyes widened, and those full lips parted. Then her gaze dropped to her bottle of water, and she took a hasty drink, the droplets dribbling down her chin. “That’s laying it on a little thick, don’t you think?” she muttered.
Reaching out, I wiped the water away with my thumb. “Let me show you around, Audrey. Tomorrow.”
“Is that code for something?”
I shook my head. “No, Doc. I want to spend time with you.” I leaned in, so only she could hear my next words. “With our pants on. Maybe I got a little hasty at the barn, but I won’t apologize. I really want to know you better. Is that so strange?”
She met my gaze and finished off her water. “Um, I guess not.” Her gaze dropped again. “I work early tomorrow for a few scheduled patients, but I’m free after two, unless someone goes into labor.”
I couldn’t stop the giant smile from stretching across my face. Relief was swift, and my wolf practically high fived me. “Great. I’ll see you then. Maybe you should get home and get some rest if you’re working early.”
She peered up at me like she was trying again to decide if I was speaking in code but then slid off the bar stool. I stepped back to give her room. “Yes, I think I’m ready to drive.”
“I’ll follow you home, just to be sure you make it safely.”
Understanding dawned on her face, followed by a little smirk and flick of her brows. She didn’t believe me. Dammit. I wanted to have sex with her. Now. Later. Anytime. All the time. But it wasn’t going to happen tonight. It couldn’t.
Trouble was, my dick had already leaped into painful action. No, that wasn’t the real trouble. The real trouble was that I wasn’t going to get him into the action. For once, I was thinking with my big head not my little one. My dick could get hard for Karen—what conscious male’s wouldn’t—but my mind only wanted Audrey, and that was a first.
My dick would stay in my pants, at least until tomorrow.
Tomorrow, once we’d had some time to get to know each other, all bets were off. I’d get to know all kinds of things about her, like if the back of her knees were an erogenous zone. If her nipples were really sensitive. If she liked to be on top or if she liked the nice deep thrust taking it from behind could give her.
I escorted her outside and into her car, then climbed in my truck and followed her home. I wasn’t going to get out of the truck. It was a bad idea. But the gentleman in me couldn’t stand not jumping out to open her door and help her out of the car.
Unfortunately, the moon was waxing, and my wolf made it hard to contain my lust for her. Her sweet scent being kicked up on the evening breeze didn’t help for shit.
“Wow,” she breathed staring up at me. “Your eyes almost glow in the moonlight.”
Fuck.
I blinked rapidly and looked away. “Do they?” I made a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh. “Weird.”
Tell her, my wolf whispered.
That was a crazy fucking idea because telling her was forbidden. Rob wanted me to stick close to her, so we’d know if she suspected the truth, not to tell it to her outright.
Then again, mating her would be a giveaway, too, and I was already on board with that.
Mark her, my wolf growled.
I took a step back. I couldn’t mark her. Why had I not considered that until this moment? Oh fuck. She wouldn’t survive a mating bite. I could sever an artery, and she could bleed out. Even if I didn’t, it would be painful for her and would leave a terrible scar on her delicate human flesh.
I looked down at her. So small. Fragile. Perfect. She wasn’t a twig like most women who crossed my path. No, she had some meat on her bones. To my wolf, she was healthy to rear pups. To me, she had something to grab onto, to sink into when I fucked her until she screamed my name. She was all female. Her breasts were small beneath her cute top, but real. I wondered if her nipples were tiny or large, pink or coral. Upturned or flat saucers to be licked.
My wolf and I knew her pussy. Her scent, her taste, the hot, wet clench. So fucking tight. Musky.
She was staring up at me with those fathomless blue eyes, such a contrast to her dark hair. The lenses of her glasses only amplified their size, how open and trusting she was. Innocent. Perfect.
Marking her was out of the question. I could never do such a violent thing to her. I scrubbed my hand over my face. No mark, no mate. No mating, and it would just be fucking. Just what she didn’t want. I couldn’t fuck her and not mate her.
Wait. Something was wrong here. Why would my wolf want to mate a human? Why was he so fucking insistent that she was the one? No other wolf I knew was mated to a human.
It just wasn’t done.
This didn’t make sense.
But Audrey hadn’t noticed any of my mental mind fuck. She stepped into my space. “I know I said I didn’t want a fling, but… God. I owe it to women everywhere. Are you coming in?”
Yes, growled my wolf.
My dick surged against the zipper of my jeans.
But for once in my life, I wasn’t going to screw this up. I moved slowly, so I could keep control. I didn’t want my wolf to take over, and fates knew I felt him scratching right at the surface, ready to show his fangs and embed my scent into her skin forever. I cupped the back of her head and leaned down, brushing my lips across hers lightly.
“I want to,” I murmured. “Fuck, I really want to. But you need your rest. And this is me showing you I’m interested in more than sex.”
The disappointment on her face nearly killed me. Or maybe that was the throbbing in my balls. Either way, I was dying.
Even with only the glow of the street light, I could see her embarrassment. She’d told me no earlier, that she wasn’t like the Karens out there. Now, she’d offered herself up, and I turned her down. I was an asshole no matter what I did here.
“Give me your phone,” I said, my voice gravelly with need. And frustration.
She handed it to me, and I called myself with it and handed it back. “Now you have my number. Let me know if you have a sweet baby to deliver, otherwise I’ll be here to pick you up at three. Got it?”
I didn’t give her a chance to answer because kissing her hard suddenly became way more important. I wrapped my lips around hers, claiming that mouth like my life depended on it. Like this was the way I marked a human. My tongue swept between her lips, tangled with her. Gripping the back of her head, I angled her as I wanted, drinking from her.
When I broke the kiss, her glasses were crooked, and she wore a dazed expression. Her fingertips travelled to her lips, as if feeling to see if they were still there. Or how swollen they were.
Yeah, I knew just how she felt.
I took her keys from her and opened the front door of her small but sweet cottage. She lived a few blocks off Main Street in the older section of town. Trees and plantings were well established, and I scented honeysuckle along with her peach essence. I guided her through the doorway.
“Now get some sleep,” I said, slapping her ass.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, looking over her shoulder with a startled but pleased expression.
I grinned and made a note: likes spanking.
Well, that was good because I fucking loved her ass.
“Goodnight, darlin’.”
“Goodnight, cowboy.” Her breathy voice made it so fucking hard to back away and leave.
But I did.
Because Audrey Ames mattered to me. And I was going to prove it to her.
14
AUDREY
There was no way I was going to be able to sleep. I rolled over, tugged at the blanket that got wrapped around me. Groaned in frustration. I’d showered and got ready for bed. Analyzed every second of the night. Jett Markle. Using Boyd as my fake date. God, I’d ridden a mechanical bull! Boyd’s goodbye kiss. All of it.
I stared at the way the moonlight made shapes on the ceiling.
No. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not after what Boyd had just done to me. One kiss and my entire body w
as in flames. One slap on my ass, and I was ready to hump my pillows all night long.
He’d spanked me! I’d been stunned by that but more stunned because I’d liked it. Holy crap, had I liked it. But he’d left me wanting. Reaching back, I cupped my bottom where his hand had struck. Earlier, I’d peeked in the mirror, and there was a pink Boyd-sized handprint on my ass. It was as if he’d stuck with me even after he’d left.
I’d almost died on the spot when he’d turned me down. All night long, I’d told him no. I’d outright said he was a player, then I’d decided to hell with it. He was God’s gift to women, and I owed it to all of them to get it on with him. After the whole incredible encounter in his barn, I knew he was a giver. He hadn’t wanted me to get him off. He’d gotten on his knees for me, not the other way around. Most man whores—although I didn’t really know very many—wanted a woman to get him off, give him a blow job and be done.
He had to have blue balls by now. I’d felt how hard he was when he’d pressed up against me in the bar. He’d wanted me all along. The kiss hadn’t been a lie. But if he really was a one-night stand kind of guy, why had he walked away? Why had he said no? What player said no?
Maybe Boyd wasn’t a player. No, he’d admitted he was. Or had been. Maybe he really was trying to be different with me.
Still, while I appreciated his reasons, it was still cruel of him not to come in and satisfy me after he got me all worked up. I must be ovulating. Becky would say I was horny.
Well, she was right. My nipples were hard, my pussy ached with want.
How dare he leave me all hot and bothered! He wasn’t a man whore. He was a tease. I intended to tell him so when I saw him tomorrow.
Screw that. I was telling him now. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and opened a text message for his number.
Well, that was my intention, but I guess I hit dial, instead, because suddenly the phone was ringing.
Oops! Um… I hung up quickly, then laughed out loud at myself. That was stupid. God, I felt like a high school girl. Should I call him back?
No need. He called me.
“Oh, um, hi Boyd!” The laughter came through in my voice as I set the phone by my ear. I lay in my bed, the room dark and quiet, and I talked to a boy. No, a man. Boyd Wolf was all man.
“Hey darlin’. I was just thinking about you. Actually, never stopped. Everything okay? Jett Markle’s not messing with you some more, is he?” His deep velvety rumble reached straight into my body, heating me from the core. And his concern… gah.
“No. I’m fine. I was just going to tell you that it was mean of you to get me all worked up and then just leave. I’m too revved up to sleep now!”
“Yeah, I was just trying to let off a little steam myself.”
My nipples hardened to diamond points. I pictured him lying on his bed, his cock in hand. “Y-you were?”
“Uh huh. I’m sorry to leave you aching, darlin’. But I had to bust up your ideas about me.”
“M-my ideas?” I still couldn’t get past the image of him stroking himself. I wanted to see that cock up close and in person. I wanted to help with my mouth and tongue. What was wrong with me? I’d wanted sex before but never had lusty thoughts about a BJ.
“That I only want in those lacy little panties. Which I do—no denying it. But I meant it when I said I was interested in sticking around here if there was a good reason. And I’m hoping that reason will be you.”
I didn’t know what to say for a second.
“That’s insane.” I sounded breathless. “You just met me. You don’t know anything about me. You couldn’t possibly want to stay and settle down with me.”
No, he hadn’t said settle down. But wasn’t that what he meant?
“You don’t believe in love at first sight, Doc?” he asked, his voice deep and rich like dark coffee through the phone.
My breath left me in a whoosh. What was he saying? “I-is that what you feel for me? Love?”
“From the moment I saw you in that med room at the arena. I almost lost my shit when Abe invited you out for coffee. After, in the stands, he put his hand on your shoulder, I saw red.”
“You were on the bull!” I remembered it clearly.
“I’m possessive, Audrey Ames. Like I said, from the first moment I saw you. Even Abe, who’s a good guy, shouldn’t have touched you.”
“You’re crazy!” I tried to laugh it off, but butterflies were taking wing in my belly.
“Then I found out you live in my hometown? It can’t be coincidence, darlin’. It was meant to be.”
Meant to be.
Goosebumps ran up and down my arms. “This is crazy.” The words tumbled out on a laugh.
“Mmm.” His deep rumble was pure sex. I thought I detected the slap of flesh and almost moaned at the thought of him abusing himself over me right now. “You know what’s not crazy?”
“What?”
“Phone sex.” Apparently, he read minds. “Me getting you off right now. Are you in bed?” he asked.
“Uh huh.” I tried to make my voice sound sexy although that was never really my game. I was not the sex kitten type. I was a doctor. We used clinical names for body parts and didn’t sexualize any of it.
“I’ve never had phone sex before,” I admitted.
“Well, that’s a shame. You’ve been missing out. Don’t worry, I’ll pop that cherry for you right now.”
He wanted phone sex. Now. With me. Oh. My. God.
I could get on board with this. He’d kept his end of the deal and hadn’t slept with me. He was being a gentleman. Well, maybe not that exactly because… yeah, phone sex.
But I wasn’t a prude. I liked sex. I’d loved what Boyd had done to me in his barn and knew he’d be good at other things, too. This was like a man whore compromise. He’d prove he could hold off and yet wanted to have a little fun anyway.
I switched the phone to speaker and set it on the bed near my pillow, then slid one hand under my camisole and squeezed my own breast. My nipple was rock hard. Maybe this was a good way to go with him. I wasn’t anything like those buckle bunnies. I had body issues, and if he got me naked, I’d be distracted by what he saw… the dimples on my thighs, my non-centerfold boobs.
“I want you to take your clothes off, darlin’. Will you do that for me?”
I didn’t know why that sounded so naughty. I guessed because I didn’t normally sleep in the nude. I wriggled out of my pajama shorts and pulled the top off, then I quickly dived under the sheet, even though there wasn’t anyone there to see me. Yeah, I had issues, and I was glad Boyd couldn’t see. “Okay.”
“Okay, you’re naked now?”
“Yes. Are you?” How did I get so breathless taking off my pajamas?
I heard the rustle of clothing and the clatter of something metal, maybe his belt buckle hitting the floor. “Gettin’ there. Yep, now I am.”
My legs swished restlessly under the sheets. “Now what?”
“Do you have any toys, Doctor?”
“Um…” I did. I did have toys. I just hadn’t worked up the nerve to use the ones besides the vibrator.
“I can tell by your hesitation the answer’s yes. Tell me what you have,” he ordered. He was bossy, which I shouldn’t like so well, but I did. It was such a different kind of pushy than Jett Markle. I guess because Boyd paid attention to my responses. He listened to what I said. And also to what I didn’t say.
“I have a vibrator, standard kind, with an attachment for clitoral stimulation.” God, even naked, I sounded like a doctor. “I also got a few things as party favors from an engagement party.”
“Sounds like it was a fun party. What did you get?”
“A couple of condoms.” Those we gave out at the office the same way a bar handed out matches. That wasn’t a big deal to me. But… “A… a vibrating butt plug and lube.” I swallowed the last part, like I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to hear it or not.
A sound like a growl came through the phone. He didn’t make a
big deal about it or tease me, which I appreciated. “What’s your favorite?” he wondered.
“Well, I ah, haven’t used the butt plug yet. I don’t know, I guess the time never seemed right.”
“You a fan of ass play?”
I was so freaking glad we were on the phone, and he couldn’t see my face heating. I even put a hand over my eyes as if that would help share the truth. “Okay, here’s the situation.” I spoke quickly, as if getting it out faster would make this easier. “I haven’t actually tried anal sex, but I’m interested.”
Boyd groaned. “I wanna help you with that, darlin’.” He sounded pained. “I’m gonna help you with that. Tomorrow. After I prove I’m interested in more than sex.”
“I’m not going to have anal sex with you tomorrow!” I all but shouted. Sure, I’d invited him in with the intention of having sex with him, but anal hadn’t even occurred to me. My bottom clenched at the idea. But I shouldn’t kid myself, the idea made me wet.
“No, if that ass of yours is virgin, then not tomorrow. But it doesn’t mean we won’t play. See what you like, how hot it makes you.”
I let out a strangled laugh. “Your voice is made to be a phone sex operator.”
“Got you all worked up?”
“Uh huh. Maybe you should come tonight.” Gawd, I’d never heard my voice sound so husky.
“I’ll come, don’t you worry none over that. You will, too. My motto is, ladies first.”
I rolled my eyes in the dark.
“Get the vibrator—the vaginal one. Turn it on low.”
I’d used my vibe before, a bunch of times. But this time was so different. Having Boyd take charge remotely made it sexy times ten. I followed his instructions, switching on the device. It was sleek and pink with an odd shape for internal stimulation as well as external clitoral vibration. It even worked in the shower and had a plug to recharge from a computer.
“Good girl. Now bring it between those pretty thighs. Are you already wet?”
I dragged the vibrator through my juices. “Yes.”
He growled again. “Slide your fingers through all that wetness. You doing that?”
