Bad Blood Panther (Bad Blood Shifters Book 4)

by Anastasia Wilde

  She and Caitlyn and Lissa had brunch in town, and then wandered around the shops. Jenny couldn’t stop thinking about Xander—the feel of his hands, the taste of his lips, the sexy way his butt filled his jeans when he was walking away.

  The idea that he was spending the entire morning putting together a surprise for her. Something wild and wacky and extravagant, probably, knowing Xander.

  “You all really don’t know what he’s planning?” she asked the other two, when they’d stopped for a Coke at an outdoor café. “It’s making me nuts.”

  “Uh-uh,” Lissa said, and Caitlyn shook her head. “He swore Sloan and Tank to secrecy. Made them promise not to even tell us.”

  Lissa said, “I tried real hard to get it out of Tank. All my best sexual temptations, and he wouldn’t crack.”

  “Me too, with Sloan,” Caitlyn said. “Same fail. But damn, I had such a good time trying.”

  The two of them high-fived.

  Jenny said shyly, “I tried to get it out of Xander, too. There was lots of moaning involved, but he barely spilled anything. I think I have to work on my technique.”

  Caitlyn dissolved into giggles. “Is that what that was about? Girl, if what I heard was anything to go by, your technique is just fine.”

  Jenny felt her face get red. “You can hear us? That is totally mortifying.”

  “Don’t feel bad,” Lissa said. “Go by the big bathroom in the main cabin sometime when Jaz and Brody are going at it in the shower, if you want mortifying. They so need their own cabin.”

  “Says the shower-sex queen,” Caitlyn said.

  Lissa shrugged, mischief in her eyes. “Everybody has to be good at something.”

  When the other two left to go to the restroom, Jenny tried Anthea. It wasn’t her scheduled day to call, but she had a weird prickling feeling along the back of her neck, and it was making her anxious.

  The call went to voice mail. They were probably outside. Anthea and Brandon both loved the woods, and Anthea wasn’t one of those people who took her phone everywhere.

  She was worrying for nothing—they were fine. She’d talk to Anthea tomorrow, like they’d planned.

  She saw Lissa and Caitlyn returning, and she tucked her phone in her purse.

  He mate had planned a special day for her. That’s what she needed to think about.

  Finally, Lissa got a text from Xander.

  Project drunken fantasy is a go.

  “Oh, God,” Jenny said. “Drunken fantasy? Do I really want to see this?”

  “Probably not,” Caitlyn said, giggling. “Because, you know, Xander. But I think it’s really sweet he’s going to all this trouble. Usually he only puts this much effort into pranking people.”

  She paused, and then said softly, “I know Xander is…well…Xander, but he has such a good heart. And I think he really loves you.”

  Jenny felt tears prickling at her eyes, and she blinked them away. “Thanks,” she said. She hoped so. She sure as hell loved him—she’d never stopped.

  But he was still…Xander. Could she trust him with Brandon? Would he be a good father, and keep her son safe?

  She had to tell him soon. Tonight. After he’d had the chance to spring his surprise, and they’d spent a nice afternoon together. She’d sit him down, and tell him everything.

  When they drove into the compound, everything was deceptively normal-looking. Flynn sat on the front porch, feet up on the railing, drinking a beer and reading a gun magazine. Brody was kicked back in another chair, reading a novel.

  Jasmin, in jaguar form, dozed in a patch of sun. And—

  Tank and Sloan stood at the head of the path leading to the trailers—dressed in identical white tropical suits. Behind her, she heard snorts of smothered laughter from Caitlyn and Lissa.

  Sloan nudged Tank.

  “I’m not saying it,” Tank growled. “It’s stupid.”

  From down by the trailer, Xander yelled, “Say it, Tank!”

  Tank yelled back, “It’s stupid! Nobody’s watched that show in forty fucking years.”

  “Jenny has,” Xander said. He added, “You no say the lines, you no get the special whiskey.”

  Tank rolled his eyes. “The plane,” he growled, in a horrible French accent. “The plane.” Caitlyn and Lissa collapsed into giggles, leaning against the truck. Tank glared at them.

  Sloan, biting his lips to keep from laughing, said, “I’m Mr. Roarke. Welcome to Fantasy Island.”

  A grin slowly spread across Jenny’s face. She’d always loved the old show Fantasy Island, even though it was totally hokey. And Xander had made a fantasy just for her.

  She followed Tank down the path, and stopped dead.

  The area in front of the trailer had been turned into a beach. There was a crescent of sand, big enough for several chaise lounges with colorful beach umbrellas. In the curve of the crescent was an oversize kiddie pool, at least fifteen feet across and two feet deep, with a floating lounger drifting across the surface.

  Xander sat in one of the lounge chairs by the pool, wearing shades, tiny cutoff denim short-shorts, and nothing else. He’d oiled his chest with something, accentuating every gorgeous muscle, and his eight-pack abs rippled as he moved.

  “Hey babe,” he said, pulling off his shades and spreading his arms wide. “How do you like your fantasy?”

  In addition to the beach and the pool, the porch had been expanded. Like, actually built onto while they were gone. Half of it was covered with a tent cabana made of red-striped canvas. The sides were tied back, and through the mosquito netting Jenny could see a big double lounger made up with crisp white sheets.

  At the other end was a full-on tiki bar. Sloan shrugged off his Mr. Roarke jacket, put on a Hawaiian shirt, and became the bartender.

  She was stunned.

  Xander got out of his chair and bounded over. “So?” he asked Jenny. “What do you think?”

  Lissa said to Xander, “Why are you covered in oil?”

  Xander rolled his eyes. “Duh. I’m the sexy cabana boy. Jenny’s always wanted to go on a tropical vacation and be seduced by a sexy cabana boy.”

  Jenny felt a blush rise in her cheeks. “I never said that!”

  “You did so. That time we got super-drunk on strawberry daquiris and binge-watched Fantasy Island.”

  Jenny gasped. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you remember that!” She started giggling. “I said I wanted to go on an island vacation. I’m sure I never mentioned sex with a cabana boy.”

  “I might have inferred that part,” Xander said. “I mean, what woman doesn’t want to bone a sexy cabana boy wearing peekaboo short shorts?”

  Caitlyn snorted. “Right. Who doesn’t?”

  Jenny looked around, still amazed. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

  “Of course I did.” He shooed the others away. “Go hang out at the bar,” he said. “This is a private beach.”

  Jenny walked over to it, kicking off her sandals and burying her toes in the sand. “You made me a beach,” she said wonderingly. “I’ve never been to the beach.”

  “I know,” he said. “When we were watching the show that time, you said you were probably never going to get to go on your island dream vacation, and I didn’t get why then. But I do now. You can’t fly commercial, because of your panther.” He shrugged. “Me either. So since we can’t go to a tropical island, I made one for you.” His eyes grew uncertain. “You like it?”

  “Are you kidding? It’s amazing.” She felt herself tearing up. He must have spent hours planning, and she didn’t even want to know what he’d promised Sloan and Tank to get them to haul all that sand, and expand the porch and build a tiki bar. Not to mention dressing up and serving drinks.

  “I’m—” She shook her head. “I don’t even know what to say. I love it so much.” She kissed him carefully. “I’d hug you, but I don’t want to get oiled up.”

  “Oh, yeah you do,” he said. “But that’s for later.”

  Mmmmrow. “
May I ask why the sexy cabana boy has to be oily?”

  Xander rolled his eyes. “Hello. They get all oiled up to make their impressive muscles even more obvious and seductive. As they’re bringing you drinks and feeding you grapes.”

  Jenny’s jaw dropped. “You’re going to feed me grapes?”

  “Oh yeah,” he said. “While you float in the pool and I ply you with frozen drinks that have tiny umbrellas in them.”

  He kissed her again. “So now you have to get in your sexy bathing suit and lie on your floaty lounge while I’m doing all that shit, plus being so hot and fuckable that eventually you drag me into the cabana and boink my brains out.”

  Jenny kissed him, really slow. “I can’t wait.”

  “Mmmmm.”

  Chapter 15

  After she changed, he got her settled on the floating lounger, with her shades and a strawberry colada with a little umbrella, a slice of pineapple and a fresh strawberry stuck to the edge.

  And that was just the beginning. There really were grapes, and chocolate-covered strawberries, and hors-d’oeuvres with fancy crackers and cheese and other unrecognizable but delicious tidbits.

  Xander seriously insisted on hand-feeding her everything. He pulled his chair right up by the edge of the pool, his own drink in hand, and tirelessly fed her snacks, not even smushing any of them across her face. He kept her entertained with amusing conversation, sprayed her down with water when she got too hot, and gave her toe-curling kisses in between bites, licking the chocolate off her lips and making her stomach clench in anticipation.

  It was the tropical vacation she’d never had.

  Finally, she couldn’t stand it any more. She was wet and crazy and couldn’t stop fantasizing about what Xander could do with a bottle of oil and a private cabana. When he stood and leaned over to take her empty drink glass, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into the pool with a huge splash.

  “Hey!” he protested. “You got me wet.” But he was smiling, shaking sparkling drops of water out of his hair and looking wildly sexy. He floated her lounger over and kissed her soundly, his tongue exploring her mouth, stoking up the heat.

  She deliberately capsized, landing on top of him. “I’ve been wet all afternoon,” she murmured in his ear, giving his neck a little bite. “Wanna fuck, sexy cabana boy?” She slipped her hand down the front his short-shorts.

  Xander moaned. “Um, that would be a hell yeah.” He called up to the porch, “Hey, Bartender! Tattoo! Take the rest of the day off.”

  “Can we bring the bottle of rum?” Lissa asked.

  “I don’t give a fuck,” Xander said. “Just get out of earshot of my vacation paradise. I’m about to have wild cabana sex.” He added politely to Jenny, “Maybe you should take your hand out of my pants so I can stand up?”

  “Don’t wanna,” Jenny said. Her shifter metabolism kept her from being as drunk as she should have been, but she’d still had a lot of fruity umbrella drinks, and everything was pleasantly fuzzy. Plus she liked having her hand in Xander’s pants.

  “Well, it’s only a suggestion,” he said. “I could just take them off.”

  “Not with everybody watching,” Jenny said. “Yeesh. Pervert.”

  “Never claimed otherwise,” he said. Nevertheless, he removed her hand and got to his feet, still somewhat clothed. “Come on, Jennycat.”

  He lifted her out of the pool, dripping, and carried her into the cabana. Jenny gasped when she saw it. Sometime in between her changing into her bathing suit and now, the lounger had been magically strewn with rose petals.

  She turned to Xander. “How did you do that? You never even left except to get me more drinks.”

  “Tattoo Tank,” he said. “I gave him the secret signal. If you hadn’t propositioned me, in about two minutes I was going to carry you in here and ravish you anyway. Considering I’ve already had an erection lasting more than four hours, it was that or call the ER. I think approximately ninety percent of my blood flow has rerouted to my dick.”

  “Goodness,” Jenny said, already undoing his shorts. “That sounds serious. I better examine you.”

  She kissed him, slow and deep, running her tongue across the inside of his lower lip. He growled in his chest.

  She walked backwards, pulling him after her, until the lounger hit the back of her knees. She sat down and finished unzipping him, pulling the shorts open and freeing his cock.

  She ran her fingers lightly up his shaft. Xander gave a soft groan.

  “Mmm,” she said. “A very dangerous condition, clearly. I’ll do what I can to…ahh…reduce the discomfort.”

  She leaned forward and circled the head of his shaft with her tongue. “Oh, fuck,” Xander murmured. “Babe.” His fingers fisted in her hair. “You sure you want to do that? Because this could be the shortest cabana sex on record…”

  “Shut up, cabana boy.”

  “Okay.”

  He tasted warm and salty and delicious, and he was all hers. Jenny wrapped one hand around his tight, muscular ass and the other around the base of his shaft, and lost herself in the rhythm. She loved making him crazy, loved the sexy growly sounds he made, the way his fingers clenched and his abs rippled as he moved with her.

  She’d gone down on him before, but not like this, Xander thought. Not like she was getting off just by having him in her mouth—like he was the sexiest guy in the world. He felt himself riding the edge, and one tiny sane corner of his mind tried to pull back. This was supposed to be for her, not him.

  “You can’t—you should—stop—before—”

  She wasn’t listening, and he’d forgotten all his words and had moved on to incoherent noises. His climax came crashing over him and there was nothing he could do but let it take him, until he was left panting and sweating and more fucking in love than ever.

  No one had ever wanted him like that.

  She rested her head against his stomach, kissing his abs and purring. Holy fuck. He stroked her hair. “That was—you were—” Words failed him. “This was supposed to be your fantasy,” he managed to say.

  She looked up at him, her eyes drunk with passion and sexy as hell. “Who said it wasn’t?”

  Fuck.

  He pushed her down onto the bed and slid her backwards, knee-crawling after her. “I still need to show you what I can do with a bottle of oil.”

  “I’m looking forward to it,” she purred, licking her lips in a way designed to make him hard all over again.

  “Good,” he said. He ran his tongue up the center of her chest, finishing with a long, sweet kiss on her pouty lips. He whispered, “Your turn.”

  Damn, Jenny thought. He really did know what to do with a bottle of oil. He slowly removed her bathing suit and smoothed it all over her body with long, languorous strokes. It was like her cat being petted, only way, way better.

  Then he started licking her. The curves of her neck, her nipples, along her ribs, the hollow of her hip. “Doesn’t that oil taste nasty?” she murmured.

  “Nuh-uh. It’s edible. Tastes like strawberries.”

  “It does?” That sounded yummy. “I love strawberries.”

  “I know. Want to taste?” He raised his fingers to her lips. She licked his fingertip, and sucked it into her mouth. Xander gave a little moan, and she saw him starting to get hard again. She sucked in another finger, running her tongue over the pad as she sucked.

  Bigger moan.

  “That is good,” she said. “Where did you get it?”

  “Same place I got this.” He held up a vibrator—a thin shaft with a bulbous end.

  Ohmigod. “Is that a sex toy?”

  “Uh huh.” He grinned wickedly at her. “I love toys.”

  Before she had time to get embarrassed, he flicked the switch and ran the head of the vibrator around one of her nipples, very slowly.

  The sensation went right down to her core, and she got hotter and wetter all in an instant. “Ohh,” she murmured. “I think I might like them too.”

>   Xander circled the other breast, then teased her nipples with the vibrator, brief touches followed by long slow circles. She felt the wave building in her, and rocked her hips, urging him on. Xander fastened his lips around one nipple, caressing the other with his fingertips. With the other hand, he moved the vibrator slowly, tantalizingly, until he reached her cleft.

  When he finally touched her clit, she exploded instantly, waves of sensation crashing over her. He stroked her until she was spent, kissing her softly.

  “Mmmm,” she said. “That was…mmm. But we didn’t get to fuck.”

  “That’s coming,” he said. And then, “Ha. See what I did there?”

  She giggled faintly. It was all she had the energy for.

  He stroked her hair back. “You should roll over.”

  “Uh-uh. I can’t move.”

  “One word. Massage.”

  “In that case…”

  She managed to roll her boneless body over. Xander straddled her back, rubbing strawberry-flavored oil over her back, working all the knots out of her muscles. Jenny felt herself turning to jelly, every ounce of tension she’d been carrying seeping out of her.

  Until he moved beside her and started licking his way down her spine, one vertebra at a time. When he got to the sensitive area at the base of her spine, where her tail attached when she was a cat, she made an involuntary mrrow sound.

  She felt Xander smile. “Good kitty,” he murmured. “Sexy kitty.” He rubbed more oil into her tailbone, then slid his oil-slick hand between her butt cheeks and down to her molten-hot core.

  She parted her thighs for him, and then she heard the buzz of the vibrator. He circled her tailbone, making her cry out with the sensation, and then followed the path of his hand and slid it slowly up the length of her cleft to her clit.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned. He stroked her, still with exquisite slowness, until she was ready to beg for more. She arched her back and pushed up on her hands and knees. “Xander, please. I want you in me.”