Rusty Nail

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I licked my lips as he unzipped, and then nearly cried out when he let the jeans hang on his hips before crawling back into the bed with me.

  “You’re not answering my earlier question,” he said as he settled in between my legs.

  I widened them as far as I could to allow him access without thinking, then immediately realized what I was doing and tried to close my legs.

  He caught both of my thighs with large hands, and pushed them flat to the bed.

  My thighs screamed in protest, but the look in Wolf’s eyes held no mercy.

  “Wolf,” I tried to say.

  He grinned.

  “I’m going to choose since it’s obvious that you can’t,” he said, taking one leg and lifting it up and over his head until my legs were closed.

  I started to protest, but before I could even get a word out I was flipped onto my belly, my face going into the bedding with the suddenness of the move.

  I tried to push up and move my head out of the cloud like pillows, but before I could find purchase my hands caught on the elastic that was tying them to the frame and I face planted again.

  Wolf’s hands on my hips had me stilling, and my heart started to hammer in anticipation.

  As fully exposed as I was, I should feel more embarrassed.

  I wasn’t. How could I be when one of the world’s sexiest men was touching me? Rubbing his hands up and down my thighs like he wanted nothing more but to feel his skin against mine?

  And that was exactly what he was doing.

  He was taking his time, getting to know my body with his.

  “Your skin is so light compared to mine,” he cleared his throat. “I need you to say yes.”

  “Yes,” I said without hesitation.

  He chuckled darkly, and then I felt his beard against my backside.

  Shivers started to race up my spine and down my legs, following the path his lips were taking up and down my ass.

  When that perfect set of lips stopped at the very bottom of my ass, right where all the good stuff started, blood rushed to my face.

  His beard was tickling my clit, and I couldn’t help but squirm.

  He chuckled darkly against my skin, and then his hands started to move further down.

  Abruptly, his hands parted my thighs even wider, stealing my breath from my lungs with the suddenness of it.

  “I’ve dreamed of being here, between your legs, for months,” he whispered. “Are you sure you’re ready for what I’m about to give you?”

  I laughed darkly.

  “Wolf,” I turned my head to the side so he could hear me more clearly.

  “I’m not traumatized,” I informed him. “I’m so far from traumatized by what those jerkoffs did to me it’s not even funny. I’m more traumatized by what they did to July than what they did to me…”

  Before I could talk more, he reached up and covered my mouth.

  “A yes or no would’ve been sufficient,” he rasped, his finger dipping into my mouth.

  With no choice, I sucked his finger into my mouth and nursed on it like it was his cock, my tongue circling around the tip, nipping and swirling.

  He abruptly yanked his finger from my mouth.

  “Might wanna check that mouth of yours while I eat you,” he said. “The neighbors I saw coming in looked like the type to call the staff if you get too loud.”

  Before I could add a word to the conversation, he flipped to his back and slid between my thighs.

  “Sit on my face,” he ordered me.

  My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened.

  “I can’t sit on your face. I’m a big boned woman! I’ll smother you!” I yelled out, nodding towards my hips for emphasis.

  Wolf snorted and shoved my thighs out with the bulk of his arms, forcing me to sit on his face whether I wanted to or not.

  My vagina practically landed in his mouth, and his tongue immediately started to assault my clit.

  The coarse hair of his beard tickled me along my inner thighs and grated teasingly along every single inch of my pussy.

  When his fingers moved, I wasn’t expecting it.

  I’d gotten so into riding his face, not caring whether or not I was smothering him – surely he’d tap out if I was close to killing him – that I just wasn’t prepared.

  I honestly had no idea, I was the most inexperienced person in Texas.

  What Wolf was doing to me, what I was feeling… the moment his fingers became acquainted with the inside walls of my pussy, I started to come.

  And come hard.

  One second I was riding the feel-good train, and the next my eyes were crossing in bliss.

  I screamed, so loud and long, that Wolf slid up between me and the bed and shut my mouth with his own.

  I tasted myself on him, and I started to go wild.

  I could smell myself, too. It was an oddly erotic experience, one that I never thought would be as arousing as it was.

  The sheer naughtiness of the act had my libido going from rearing-and-ready-to-go to get-inside-me-now.

  I broke the kiss to draw in some much-needed oxygen to my brain and stared at him.

  “Condom. And untie me,” I ordered harshly, panting lightly.

  He grinned and released my hands from their bindings. Then he reached for something in his pocket, and I finally realized why the jeans had stayed on.

  “Clever man,” I said to him. “Now take them off.”

  He pushed on my belly and I took the hint, giving him room to work the jeans down the long length of his thighs.

  His knees bumped into my ass, one at a time, and I groaned as the coarse hair covering his thighs brushed against my still sensitive skin.

  Then I felt his hands working between us, all the while his eyes stayed on mine, eyes locked in place.

  “More light,” I pleaded with him. “I want to see us.”

  He reached blindly for the light next to the bed and flicked it on, temporarily blinding me as he replaced his hands on my hips.

  He tilted his hips, and suddenly the tip of his cock was at my entrance.

  After a quick study of my face and my willingness to continue, he started to ease inside.

  My mouth dropped open as his length filled me, one delicious thick inch at a time, until he was buried so deep inside of me that I could hardly find any breath to fill my lungs.

  Then he bottomed out and I closed my eyes.

  “Open them,” he ordered. “You wanted to watch. Watch.”

  I licked my lips, and unintentionally got a taste of Wolf in the process.

  His beard tickled my chest and chin, teasing me with multiple sensations so crazy that I couldn’t begin to control myself as nearly every synapse I had inside my body started to fire.

  “Fuck,” I breathed.

  Wolf’s eyes still held mine, and I wanted to close them so badly it hurt.

  But if Wolf wanted me to watch, then I’d watch.

  My hands were starting to ache from the force I was using to ride him and pull myself back up, but I roughly shoved it to the back of my mind and got back to more important matters. Such as the way my pussy felt with his huge cock sliding in and out of it at a steady pace.

  “So good,” I breathed, dropping my mouth for a kiss.

  He kissed me back, but yet again, I was the one to end it.

  His hands tightened on the expanse of skin where my thighs met my ass, and I had to drop down hastily in order to prevent myself from bucking completely off his cock at the way his strength, so commanding and controlled, felt against my ass.

  “Hurry,” I whispered, licking my lips once again and barely missing his lip by less than a hairsbreadth.

  He didn’t hurry, though.

  He stayed the same pace the whole time.

  In. Out. In. Out.

  Long, slow, deliciously deep glides that were making my eyes cross.

  I dropped my forehead down to rest on Wo
lf’s, all the strength leaving me as I surrendered to his movements.

  And he didn’t disappoint. He continued to fill me, so nice and easy, that the build was slow.

  My womb was on fire, ramping up my anticipation of the release that was to come.

  Wolf’s beard continued to tickle my chest as our breath intermingled.

  His strong thighs were pushing up while my hips came down as he filled me.

  His hands on my hips guided me exactly where he wanted me to go, not letting me deviate from the pace he was setting.

  Then I felt his hands clench down tight, and he spoke the first word since we started.

  “Dying.”

  I took that to mean he was close.

  Knowing he would come soon, I started to grind my hips, and he allowed it.

  The rasp of his pubic hair against my distended clit was exactly what I needed to push me over the edge.

  My breath caught.

  My skin started to tingle.

  My eyes closed until only the barest of slits was left, enabling me to see Wolf’s black eyes and nothing else.

  I inhaled just as he exhaled, and it was almost as if I stole the breath right out of his lungs.

  The orgasm that shook my curvy body was nothing less than spectacular.

  One second I was enjoying the burn, and the next I was detonating into a million tiny pieces.

  Fragments of my control and Wolf’s surrounded us as he lost what little strength he had holding him back, and he started to thrust so hard inside of me that I could do nothing but go along for the ride.

  I bit my lip at one point; so hard, in fact, that I could taste blood.

  Wolf’s mouth met the skin of my throat as he buried his face, wrapping his arms so tightly around me that I let out a shuddering breath.

  He grunted as his ab muscles flexed, cock twitching as his release rushed out of his body and into the condom.

  For a fleeting moment, I was upset that his release wouldn’t be filling me up, but then I quickly dismissed that thought. Now wasn’t the time. Neither of us was in the right place now to deal with the repercussions of that one life-changing act.

  As our breathing came back to normal, I lifted my hips. Wolf’s cock left my body and landed on his belly, and I leaned back down to trap it between us.

  It hadn’t gone down so much as an inch since he’d come, and I barely contained the urge to smile.

  I liked that he wanted me. Still wanted me.

  I liked it a lot.

  It was when I tried to place my hand on Wolf’s face that I realized my hands were still tied to my bra. Kind of. It’d broken at some point, and when he released me from the headboard, the thin piece of material that’d broken off the main part of my bra was still dangling from my wrist.

  “You’re going to have to buy me a new bra,” I told him as I untangled my hands and sat up.

  Wolf’s hands started to roam as I rubbed the circulation back into my hands, and I gave him a glare.

  “No,” I said. “I’m tired.”

  He chuckled and rolled.

  My back hit the bed and he hiked my hips up wide, grinding his cock into my pussy as he did.

  “Don’t,” I whispered.

  He dipped the tip of his cock back inside of me, and my neck arched as my body practically begged to have him back inside.

  “Please,” I whispered.

  I couldn’t figure out whether I was asking him to get off of me, or get me off. Regardless, I was ready for him to do something.

  He did.

  He ripped off the condom and tossed it unceremoniously to the floor beside the bed.

  Then he rolled us one last time, and I was now curled into his body, head on his chest. One foot was wrapped around his legs, and one hand was resting high in the middle of his chest. My casted hand was up high between our bodies resting on the pillows.

  The position would’ve been awkward had Wolf not seemed just as sated and comfortable as I was.

  I was happy. Comfortable. And oh, so sleepy.

  In fact, I was so comfortable and sleepy that I was literally on the verge of falling back asleep when he had to go and open his big mouth.

  Chapter 11

  A lot of people are only alive because I shed too much hair to get away with murder.

  -Everyday women problems

  Raven

  “You’ll stay with me,” Wolf said abruptly, turning his head to face me.

  I shook my head.

  “I can’t stay with you. I have a couple renting my place right now, but I’ll go home as soon as I give them the notice that I promised to give,” I said. “And these sheets are so soft.”

  To prove my point, I rubbed my face in the sheets, and then transferred my face to Wolf’s chest.

  Wolf’s hairy chest.

  “The sheets are so much softer,” I informed him.

  He snorted and pushed me off, picking up the discarded condom from the floor and dropping it in the waste paper basket right next to the desk before heading to the bathroom.

  “That’s gross,” I told him. “You need to take that and wrap it up in some toilet paper. Then flush it.”

  He shut the door on me and did his business, and I laid back and snuggled into the bed while I waited for him to come back.

  I was sexually satisfied, tired, and full.

  That was the perfect combination for a full eight hours of sleep, had Wolf let me close my eyes for more than five seconds.

  “Do you want to go get breakfast?” he called after I heard the toilet flush.

  “No,” I murmured, getting more comfortable by reaching for the sheet and pulling it up and over my head.

  The light from the nightstand was interrupting my ability to fall asleep.

  If I could just get up and block out the light…

  “Ack!” I squawked when Wolf fell down onto the bed beside my prone body, propelling me inches into the air before I landed back down in my previous position. “What the hell, man?”

  Wolf chuckled as he yanked the sheet away and tossed it to the floor.

  “You can sleep in my thousand thread count sheets,” he said. “Later.”

  “I don’t want to do it later. I want to do it now. It’s still dark out,” I informed him, pointing to the windows where there was absolutely no sun shining through the slats of the blinds.

  “Those are blackout curtains,” he told me, getting up and yanking the window open. “See?”

  I flinched at the sun that was peeking up over the clouds, and groaned.

  “Please,” I whined. “I only need an hour tops.”

  “It’s already seven. I slept beside you for four hours before I woke you. I have to be at the office at nine, and if I hurry I can drop you at my place and we can get breakfast,” he said.

  “I have to find a job,” I told him.

  “Come work at the office,” he offered. “I need someone to do the filing and answer phones, besides me. You can even bring your dog with you.”

  I gave him a look, but it was lost on him since he wasn’t looking at me.

  Instead he was looking down the plane of his chest and belly as he buttoned his jeans.

  “I have to suck in when I button my pants,” I said.

  He looked up and grinned at me but wisely chose not to comment on that statement.

  When I reluctantly started to move out of the bed, he leaned one muscled forearm into the bed and leaned over until he could place his mouth on mine.

  “What was that for?” I asked breathlessly as he pulled away from me.

  My breathing was ragged, and he hadn’t done much more than touch his lips to mine.

  “I’m happy,” he said.

  I blinked.

  “You’re not normally?” I asked carefully.

  He shrugged.

  “I am and I’m not. My life is one of murder and mayhem. It’s nice to have something in it that
’s soft and understanding, and who likes spending time with me. Oh, and who’s over the age of five,” he teased.

  I reached up and ran the palm of my hand over his beard.

  “I can’t get enough of you. I lose my mind when you’re on top of me, but if we don’t hurry, we’ll miss breakfast,” I whispered.

  He leaned down and kissed me one more time, taking me all the way down to the mattress.

  His hard body pressed against mine, and it took everything I had in me not to wrap my legs around his waist.

  However, he was wearing pants already, and I wasn’t sure he’d appreciate wearing a wet spot courtesy of my pussy on his pants while we ate.

  The town talked as it was; there was no reason to give them any more ammunition than they already had.

  “I’m considering the merits of breakfast,” I swallowed. “Are you sure you’re hungry?”

  He nodded against my lips.

  “Yep. Starved. Took me two hours last night to find you when I could’ve been sleeping beside you,” he informed me.

  I laughed and rolled until my back was to him.

  Standing up, I stretched my arms up high over my head, groaning when all of my sore muscles un-bunched and stretched out.

  “Ughhhh,” I groaned. “I’m going to be dead by eight o’clock.”

  Wolf got up and headed for his shirt that was across the room, but his eyes stayed on me.

  Well, my breasts, not me in particular.

  But I enjoyed it anyway.

  “Do I have time to shower?” I asked.

  He shook his head.

  I rolled my eyes.

  “You just want me to smell of you, don’t you?” I teased.

  His brows rose.

  “There something wrong with that?”

  I shook my head.

  “Not a damn thing.”

  ***

  “I was being serious, you know,” I told Wolf. “I’m not working for you.”

  “Just trust me,” he said. “You’ll understand why I need the help the moment you walk inside, okay?”

  Rolling my eyes, I walked in the door that Wolf held open for me, then promptly blushed when I came face to face with Griffin, Wolf’s Texas Ranger partner, and another member of the MC that Wolf was a part of.

  “Hello, Griffin,” I said to the large blonde Viking. “How are you and Lenore doing?”