Forbidden Love (Stone Pack Book 1)

by Harper Phoenix

  He breaks the kiss and drags me towards his car by my hand. I follow dutifully, panting behind him. He opens the passenger door and lifts me into the seat then bends his neck forward and is kissing me again like his life depends on it. If we carry on like this, we’ll get arrested for public indecency. But as his tongue glides around mine like he owns it, my hands wander to the back of his head and pull him in even closer still. He groans into my mouth, and my hands wander further and further until I reach the button of his jeans. I’m at a point now where I don’t care who sees. I want him naked, and I want him now. I try for just that. He pulls back, chuckling at me, and shakes his head.

  ‘Patience, baby.’ I suddenly realise that the lot isn’t empty and we are, in fact, not alone. Oh, fuck a duck. I feel a blush rise through my entire body, and it lights my face up like a belisha beacon.

  ‘Jesus Christ, Jared,’ I mumble while I cover my face with my hands. People are staring. Kill me now. He saunters around the car like he’s king shit and gets in, smiling so hard his face must hurt.

  ‘What are you smiling about?’ I ask, still mortified at what I just did IN PUBLIC! He looks at me and winks as the car roars to life, grin still in place.

  ‘Just love that you can’t get enough of my dick, baby,’ he says so cockily, I’m sure if we were walking he would be strutting right about now. I quirk a small smile, unable to hold it in.

  ‘I do love your cock,’ I tell him, only half messing. I do love his cock after all. He laughs. ‘Say it again.’

  I look at him in question.

  ‘Tell me what you love.’

  ‘Your cock!’ His jaw clenches and his eye twitches as he puts his foot further down on the accelerator,

  ‘Fuckin’ love it when you talk dirty.’ Oh? Well, I’m sure I can do better than that.

  We pull into Jared’s house, and he barely has the engine off before he’s at my door and lifting me out into his arms. He kicks the back door open after unlocking it and strides with purpose through the kitchen and to the stairs. I wriggle out of his hold and slide down the front of his body. He backs me up to the wall. I’m a couple of steps above him, so we’re on a level. My mouth is against his, and he slams into me. I moan, we frantically start to undress each other but don’t want to part our lips. We clash teeth and tongues in an effort to stay connected, but I don’t care. His fingers find my now soaked through panties, and I almost come apart.

  ‘Fuck me, Jared.’ His eyes flash with lust? Need? He rips my jeans and panties down my legs together, and he pushes me down on all fours on the stairs. Then he’s inside me. Fucking me so good. So Good.

  Jared

  I’ve had her in every position and everyplace possible leading up to my room, and again in the shower, and I still want her.

  ‘Baby, are you sore?’

  ‘Mmhmm’ is all the answer I get. Shit. Looks like my dick will have to wait, she’s practically sleeping. Worn out. Well used and sated. I felt just the same until a minute ago when I pictured her strangling my dick from behind on the stairs, and then, fuck. I’m hard as steel. I try to turn away, so I don’t prod her ass with it. But she wiggles into me and fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

  I clench my teeth and try again. I need to go and jerk off in the bathroom. But she has her head on my arm and her ass all up on my dick. And he wants in. Pussy, ass, he doesn’t give a shit. But she’s worn the fuck out and needs to rest. I try for releasing my arm and damn it she wiggles that ass again. I groan out loud this time, unable to hold it back. She turns her head to look at me through lidded eyes. Gorgeous. And she grins. Her naked ass is still pressed up against me. My dick’s like a heat seeking missile locked onto its target. But then he’s called off in the last second. All that energy and pent up shit has to blow somewhere. Shower. Jerk off. Now. But that smile. Fuck me.

  ‘You’re hard again?’ she asks sounding genuinely surprised.

  ‘Well you’re naked and your ass is—’ something flashes in her eyes. Fear?

  ‘Baby, it’s okay, I know you’re sore.’

  ‘I’m not ready for that, Jared.’ She looks embarrassed. ‘I’ve never done that before.’ Oh shit. She thinks I’m trying to get into her ass right now.

  ‘No baby, I didn’t mean… I don’t want to fuck you in the ass. No. I mean I do, of course I do—why wouldn’t I? But I mean…fuck—’

  She starts to giggle. I’m such a pussy right now.

  ‘It’s okay,’ she says, her hand going to my face.

  ‘No, it isn’t. Baby, I don’t ever wanna do anything you ain't ready for okay? We go only where you are comfortable going? But just so you know, you have THE sexiest ass I have ever laid eyes on, and I would be a fool not to want to claim that. BUT—’ I shrug. ‘I can wait, and I have to say, it makes me even more fuckin’ hard knowing I’ll be the first and the last.’

  I smile. I’m not sure if I’ve just made her feel better or worse. Maybe she doesn’t ever want to go there? I can cope with that, I guess. I feel her fingers work their way down my chest, across my abs, and into pubic hair territory. Then she clamps her hand around my dick and starts to stroke me. My eyes are closed, and I’m enjoying the best fucking hand job. The covers are yanked back and then hot silky warmth. Annnnd I’m a goner. I’m grunting and moaning like a chick having an orgasm. Man, this feels fucking amazing. She glides to the head and lets me pop out of her mouth, and I groan as her hand takes over and her tongue works fucking magic, flicking and lapping at my bell end. Then she takes me deeper and fuck me, I’m gonna come. Already.

  ‘Baby I’m gonna—Uuuuuuhhhh.’ I try to stop her as my dick kicks out ready to explode into the back of her throat. But she only sucks harder and faster until I’m shooting off in her mouth and she moans, swallowing. I open my lids, and she’s looking up at me while she takes every last drop. My dick is still kicking up in her mouth. I’ve never seen anything so sexy in all my life. I pull out of her mouth with a ‘popping’ sound, and she licks her lips, catching the small amount that has overflowed. MINE. I can’t take my eyes off of her. She is perfect. Mine. I pull her up and kiss her within an inch of my life. Then she settles with her head on my chest, and she goes to sleep. I relax and listen to her breathing. Thinking about what I’m going to say about leaving in the morning. And how to ask the question about trust. I’m not sure if I should ask, or if I should just let it go. I don’t know what’s the best way, I’ve never done shit like this before and I sure as shit never cared what anyone thought before. But the thought of her not trusting me hurts. I don’t want her to feel that way about me. I let her sleep for an hour before I wake her up.

  ‘Wake up baby. I wanna take you out.’

  ‘You do?’ she cracks her lids just a little, and she looks so damn sexy all mussed and sleepy

  ‘Yep, first I’m gonna feed you. Then we can go to a club have a drink or two, and we can talk.’ Her eyes snap open all the way. Worry is etched on her face, and she sits up real fast, clutching the quilt to her chest. My heart starts beating ten to the dozen at the change in her.

  ‘What’s wrong?’ I ask.

  ‘What do you want to talk about?’ she asks. She’s alert and completely awake now. Fuck. I’m shit at this.

  ‘Nothing bad, baby. Don’t look so worried.’ She visibly relaxes, and I blow out a breath. Fucking hell. ‘Devon, I’ve never done this before. I’m shit scared I do or say the wrong thing when all I want to do is make you happy, feel safe, you know?’ That gets me a smile. Phew.

  ‘Then you’re doing just fine.’ She clasps my face in her hands. ‘I always feel safe with you, and I am happy, really happy.’ I have a fuckin lump in my throat. I swallow it down, and I just kiss her. No words.

  I take her to a small pub restaurant, and we order enough starters that the waiter asks if we’re expecting friends to join us. Devon looks at me, worried,

  ‘Nah, mate. I’ve got a big appetite, and my girl here worked me real hard today,’ I tell him with a shit-eating grin on my face. Devon looks like she
could sink under the table as the waiter throws his head back and laughs. Then she kicks me under the table.

  ‘Owww.’ I laugh

  ‘I cannot believe you just said that to him!’ But she’s smiling.

  ‘Why? True story.’ I grin at her as she squirms a little under my gaze. Fuck me, if I’m not horny again. Jesus, I want to make sure she actually finishes a meal this time without me dragging her off like a caveman. This afternoon was fucking amazing, though. If I could keep her in my room and do that every day, I would.

  Jared and I have eaten our way through most of the menu, and he’s still asking for the dessert menu. He orders more drinks when the guy brings it over, and the waiter goes off to get them. When he comes back he orders cheesecake, knickerbocker glory’s in two flavours and lemon meringue.

  ‘Baby, do you wanna add to that?’ I shake my head no.

  ‘I think that’s plenty.’ I smile at the waiter. ‘Thank you.’ I tell him.

  ‘Maybe a pecan pie too?’ Jared adds looking at me in question. ‘Yes, add pecan pie. I love a good pecan pie,’ he tells the poor guy still looking at us in shock. But he scribbles it down on his little pad and goes off to place the order.

  ‘He’s going to wonder why we are eating so much,’ I scold him, but he sits back in his chair and grins.

  ‘Devon, the only thing going through his mind, is what you did to work up my appetite so much,’ he says wiggling his eyebrows. I laugh. I can’t help but worry about people questioning our appetite. I always just pretend to be full, but Jared doesn’t give a crap. I suppose being a guy he can get away with it. And so what if people question? Their first thoughts on it were not going be, ‘Oh, they eat so much they must be werewolves.’ Of course they won’t think that. Our desserts arrive. Jared is intent on sharing everything with me. So with two spoons we tuck in. I watch him as he scoops up mouthful after mouthful. It’s clear he loves the deserts. He doesn’t just eat for sustenance—he enjoys it. I am so relaxed about eating with him, that before I know it, we are down to our last bite of pecan. Jared scoops it onto his spoon and leans across the table feeding it to me.

  ‘Open wide,’ he says wiggling those damn eyebrows again. I laugh at his innuendo. But I open my mouth wide and accept the offered pie. I close my eyes and chew, savouring the flavour. When I open my eyes, he’s staring at me.

  ‘Do you know how turned on I am right now?’ he asks, his eyes half closed, pupils dilated. I bite my bottom lip and shake my head, fixing my eyes on his.

  ‘Seeing your tongue slip out and meet the spoon and when your eyes closed as you took it. Sexy as fuck.’ His lip quirks up at the side in a sexy smile. Then his hand shoots up, and he’s asking for the cheque.

  ‘I’m ready to take you out—’ He stops as his phone ringing distracts him. He checks it and looks to me in apology. ‘I need to take it,’ he says. ‘Brad?’

  ‘Hey, man. We’re back and you ain't home, so we’re coming to you. Where you at?’

  Jared groans.

  ‘Brad. I’m out with Devon. I’m heading back tomorrow. You didn’t need to come back.’

  ‘Fuck that. We wouldn’t have stayed at all if we’d known you’d left. What’s with that anyway?’

  ‘I just needed to be here that’s all.’

  ‘Right. With no fucking protection? Great move, dickhead. Howard nearly had a full on panic attack.’

  I can hear him laughing now. But I caught the seriousness in his tone. I’ve never known Jared be without his pack at his back, and I can’t believe I missed that. He really did leave in a hurry because of me. The guilt hits me hard. What if something had happened to him, all because of my irrational jealousy? What an idiot I have been. He wraps up the call and tells me we are meeting up with them in a short while. He doesn’t seem too pleased, but then our party had just been pooped so I guess he wouldn’t be. I suppose I will have to get used to being around his pack all the time I’m with him. This was normal for him. My phone pings with a text. It’s Maiya checking in.

  Hey, bitch tits, how r u? You’d gone when I got back. U ok? I hit reply

  Hey, hoe bag. I’m really good thx will explain EVERYTHING, promise

  I expect ALL the deets!

  I laugh as I put my phone away. I can imagine how that conversation will go.

  We arrive at the club I first met Jared in, and we head straight for the bar, where we find Brad Howard, Zoe, Logan, and Imogen. They have the drinks order in the bag and Zoe heads straight for me.

  ‘Hey, girl, we missed you.’

  I pull a face and laugh. ‘It’s literally been a couple of days.’

  Zoe laughs at my reaction. ‘So I guess you didn’t miss us at all then?’ she says sarcastically. ‘Here.’ She hands me a drink. I’m not entirely sure what it is as I take a sip, aahhhh long island ice tea. It’s amazing.

  ‘Thanks.’ I gesture to Howard who has clearly ordered and paid as he was still handing drinks back to everyone. I get a small nod of the head in return. Cock face. Zoe pulls me along, and I find myself being propelled away from Jared. I look back, slightly panicked, but he smiles big and lifts his pint letting me know he’ll follow shortly. Imogen, Zoe, and I sit in a booth while we wait for the guys. They are huddled in conversation, still at the bar. Watching them makes me think back to the conversation Jared and Brad had, he’d said he was going back tomorrow. He must be going back for the funeral. I feel myself getting jealous of the fact Jared will be with Kristen, consoling her, comforting her. I should be disgusted with myself, but I can’t help but feel that way. My gut twists at the image I see in my head, and I have to wrench myself from those thoughts. In a time of need like this, of course Jared will be there for her. I have to accept that and know that’s all it is. But why does it feel so painful? What if he feels sorry for her and changes his mind? What if he agrees to mate her? Oh, my God, I feel sick. I jump up and head for the bathroom. Thankfully there’s an empty stall as I push through the door. I head straight in and grasping my hair in one hand I hover my head over the seat. Public toilets are a phobia of mine. I don’t let anyone know it, but I always clean the seat and never sit, always hover. I only ever use them in cases of emergencies. I would much rather wait and go to my own sanitised one. As I gather my hair, I feel the panic rise from having my head in a toilet someone’s just had their ass on. Annnnd my stomach empties. I pull some tissue from the roll realising it only lets you have a small amount at one time. I throw the initial bit in the toilet—someone's had their hands on it while wiping their ass—and I pull a load from the roll dispenser. Wiping my mouth. I wait. Heave again. Wipe. Wait. Heave. I’m sweating, and my hair feels damp by the time I’m done. I wait a little while longer just in case.

  ‘Devon, you in here?’ Jared. In the ladies’ bathroom! I roll my eyes and get up off of my knees and unlock the door. The bathroom is now empty. Huh, must have missed that during my puke sesh. Only Jared stands there with a worried look on his face. He comes straight to me and wraps his arms around me.

  ‘You sick?’ he asks pulling me in tight he brushes my hair back from my face and kisses my forehead. ‘Come on, let’s get you home.’

  ‘I’m okay now. Honest.’ And I was if I didn’t think of him with Kristen or the germs I could have possibly ingested from that toilet. I would be fine.

  ‘Baby, you just threw up. You’re not fine.’ He looks at me like he’s chastising a kid. ‘I’m taking you home, and I’ll take care of you.’ I really was okay, but Jared taking care of me was not to be sniffed at. I will lap that up like a spoiled princess, all with a smile on my face. I relied on no one, but I was slowly but surely beginning to fold when it came to this man. He ordered, and I obeyed. And I liked it.

  I’m not sick again that night and when I wake in Jared’s bed, a feeling of contentment eases me, I reach out for Jared, who is sleeping quietly. It’s still dark out. I put my hand in his, and he instinctually entwines our fingers. I watch his chest rise and fall with each breath, and I eventually fall bac
k into sleep myself.

  My stomach, growling like an angry beast wakes me. I pat the sheets, unable to open my eyes yet. Jared isn’t in bed. I snap my eyes open. Jumping up I check the bathroom. Nope. I’m pulling my panties on to go in pursuit when he saunters in with a tray full of food. He looks at me, disappointed.

  ‘I can’t feed you breakfast in bed if you’re not in bed,’ he chastises. His pout makes me giggle.

  ‘I would have come to you in the kitchen.’

  ‘I’m meant to be taking care of you—now get in the damn bed so I can feed you.’ Oh, bossy Jared. How I love you.

  ‘Yes, Sir.’ I salute before climbing onto the bed. I’m still in his t-shirt, which I’ve decided I’m claiming as my own. I love wearing his clothes.

  ‘Good girl.’ He grins, winking at me. I blush as Niagara once again bursts its barriers and overflows in a hot liquid mess, in my panties. I can’t help it—he is too damn sexy. And he knows it. He steps closer, clearly noticing my arousal in the air. Fuck me standing. He places the tray on the bedside table and takes the lid off a plate.

  ‘I intend to feed you first.’ He looks at me, and I blush some more—how is that even possible? ‘Your stomach has been growling for near enough an hour. You need food, then, if you feel up to it, we can take care of your other needs.’ He smirks.

  ‘Smart ass,’ I mumble, but my attention is soon taken with the smell of the eggs he’s brought for me.

  ‘Wasn’t sure what you would feel up to, so I went with bland and safe.’ He shows me scrambled eggs, dry toast, bagels, and preserves.

  ‘I’m feeling absolutely fine now, thanks.’ I gesture to the food. ‘Will you eat with me?’ He shakes his head.

  ‘I had a quick bite downstairs while Imogen cooked your eggs.’