Gwen studied him for a moment then looked out the front windshield to where the sun was coming up behind her neighbor’s house. “I think I need to go inside now. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve started and ended the day with a sunrise.”
“Can I see you again?” he asked as he opened the door then helped her crawl off his lap.
Once she was on the ground, she shrugged and dropped her gaze as he climbed out. When he shifted his cock to a more comfortable position, she turned away. “If you want, though I don’t know why you’d want to see an old lady like me.”
A flash of anger burned through him, and he smacked her ass, causing her to jump and spin to stare at him in shock. Taking her hand, he placed it over his hard cock pressing at the front of his jeans. “You are not an old lady. You are a woman who is full of life and makes me so hard I’m going to have a hell of a time driving home without having an accident.”
He took a moment’s pleasure at her dazed, aroused expression. She looked stunned, but he could not tell if it was the fact that he was hard, the size of his cock, or that she was actually touching him through his clothes. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from purring as her fingers began to massage his cock.
“If you say so,” she said as she squeezed his cock once more before dropping her hand to her side.
Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he walked her up the drive to the front porch. At the door, he turned her to face him.
She looked up at him with wide though sleepy eyes. “Thanks for the ride home. And for breakfast. And, oh, everything,” she said, dropping her gaze to his chest.
“You’re very welcome.”
Using two fingers to raise her chin so she was looking up at him again, he leaned down and gently brushed a kiss across her lips. “Now go inside, get some sleep, and dream well.”
She smiled and nodded. After unlocking and opening the door, she stepped inside then turned back with a playful smile on her lips. She looked like a shy young woman on her first date instead of the mature woman she was. He had thought he had his cougar under control until her smile changed to that of a coquette just before she nodded toward his belt buckle. “Would you like to come in and let me relax your stress?”
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Gwen held her breath as she waited for Jax to answer her bold invitation. No matter how nervous she was or how out of practice at seducing a man she was, Gwen needed sex. As wound up as her body was, it would not take much more than getting naked and feeling his skin against hers for her to reach her pinnacle and come.
Asking if he wanted to come in so she could suck his cock, and more, was possibly the bravest move she had made in her lifetime.
He blinked and studied her for a moment. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
That question cemented her decision. She needed him.
In her house.
In her bed.
In her.
She released her breath in a whoosh as her pussy juices overflowed. Taking his hand, she pulled him with her as she backed further into the house. “I’m sure.”
His smile sent her heart into overdrive as he pushed the door closed then flipped the deadbolt. “Then I’d be honored,” he said with a grin, “but only if you’ll allow me to reciprocate.”
With that, he closed the distance between them, wrapping his free arm around her back and pulling her so close she wondered if their clothes would burst into flames from the friction. Humming under his breath, he danced her into the great room, looking deep into her eyes the entire time.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and held on tight, her arousal flaming once more.
“Where?”
“That way,” she said, tilting her head toward the door to the master suite.
In a minute, they were dancing through the door and across the room. “Oh, wait,” she said, pulling from his embrace.
“What?”
She hurried back to the door and closed it before turning back to Jax. “Just in case,” she said as her cheeks began to burn.
He looked confused for a moment before his expression cleared. “Grant’s still living here?”
“For now. I invited him to move back in since he’ll be leaving again in a couple of months for the wilderness fire school,” she said as she slowly walked back toward him. Her first two steps left her shoes behind, and then she was fingering the button at the waistband of her denim skirt.
“You’re a good mama,” he said with a smile and a wink.
“Please don’t look at me like that,” she said, half turning so she could not see his expression.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m the only woman in the world.”
She stiffened when a deep growl sounded behind her right before big, hard hands settled on her shoulders. “Sweetheart, you are the only woman in the world. For me, that is.”
Gwen turned and threw herself into his arms, wrapping herself around him, and burying her face in his chest. She wanted to argue, but could not think of the words that would not offend him.
“That’s nice to hear, but I won’t hold you to it tomorrow,” she said.
Lifting her arms to his shoulders, she pulled his face down and kissed him, needing to stop any further conversation before she drove him away with her bumbling words. Thankfully, he did not fight her, though he looked like he wanted to argue.
In seconds, their mouths were tightly mated and tongues dueling back and forth, sending more heat pouring through her bloodstream. Knowing precious little about how to derail a man’s thinking, Gwen slowly brought her arms from around his neck. Dragging them down his chest, she marveled at the rippling muscles she felt under his T-shirt. There did not feel to be a spare ounce of fat under the cotton fabric. At his waist, she found and opened his belt and then the top button of his jeans.
As she moved to the zipper tab, her insecurities about being a round, well-padded, older female surged forth. Then one of Jax’s hands stroked down her spine and patted her ass and her worry fizzled like a Fourth of July sparkler. She sucked in her belly in an attempt to decrease her size when the hand traced around her waistband to the front button, which he easily slipped through its opening.
Forcing herself to focus on him, she lowered his zipper then slipped her hand inside his jeans. She expected to meet cloth, so when his cock fell into her hand, she sucked in a breath in surprise. Then the need to feel all of him drove her to step back and strip off her clothes. He did the same, and she had her first good look at him.
His entire body was a tawny-gold color with a colorful tattoo of the department’s badge high on one shoulder. A triangle of blond fur covered his chest and narrowed to a point just above his belly button. Dropping her gaze further, she saw a treasure trail led from there down his lower belly then widened around his cock, which was longer and thicker than any other man she had ever been with in the past. It, too, was the same golden color as the rest of him, but with a deep-red head. Enthralled with his cock, she stepped forward and reached for it, needing to feel the silky skin in her palm.
Before she could wrap her fingers around him, Jax backed away, keeping more than an arm’s length distance between them. Feeling like a child deprived of a toy, she frowned at him and made a noise of disappointment.
Instead of closing the space, he held his hand out palm up. She laid hers in his and allowed him to lead her closer to the bed. “Sweet Gwenalynn, before this goes any further, we need to talk.”
She knew from past experiences that any time a man used those words, nothing good could come of the conversation. “What is it? You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”
“No, sweetheart. I will never change my mind. I will be your devoted servant from now until I take my last breath. But before this goes any further, I need to tell you something.”
“You’re not married with three kids, are you?”
“No, not married. I also don’t have any diseases, sexual or otherwise.”
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Gwen took a deep breath. She had not even thought about diseases. How was that for being a responsible adult?
“Then what do you have to tell me?” she asked, her stomach clenching as hard as her clit.
“Let me preface this by saying that you have entered a realm beyond anything you could have imagined,” he said, taking her hands in his and stroking his thumbs over the backs of her fingers.
Gwen frowned as her confusion grew. He was making no sense. “Um, okay,” she responded skeptically.
“Have you heard of shape-shifters?”
She was having a hard time following his conversation shifts, but nodded. “Sure, werewolves and vampires and zombies, oh my.”
“Werewolves are different. I’m talking about shape-shifters. Beings who can change from human appearing to an animal at will, not just by the moon’s dictate like a werewolf.”
“Ooookay,” she said, wondering if maybe she should not have had the bacon and jalapeno peppers on her hash browns on top of the beers, as it apparently was affecting her sanity.
“I am a cougar shape-shifter, and you are my life mate.”
Chapter 4
Jax thought he was ready for anything but his mate staring at him before her eyes rolled back and she went limp was nowhere near the top of his list of possible reactions. He leapt forward and caught her just as her knees buckled. Bending and lifting her onto one shoulder, he nuzzled his cheek against her thigh and purred roughly as the scent of her arousal swirled around them.
Turning to the bed, he pulled the covers down and off before lying her down. With a grin, he removed her lacy red bra and panties before settling on his side beside her. Impatient to have her wake again, he began to talk softly to her, telling her about cougar shifters and their mates. He told her about how he hoped the rest of their lives would go. As he spoke, he gently stroked her skin, amazed at its softness.
His cock throbbed as he drew random patterns on her skin. Then he began drawing infinity signs back and forth across her chest, each circle encompassing a breast. On each pass, the circles grew smaller and smaller as he worked his way up the generous mounds. Then, instead of plucking the beaded deep-pink nipples at their peaks, he stopped and traced circles around her areolas, first the left and then the right.
Watching her face for signs of recovery, he then moved his fingertips to the center of her body and traced a line from her collarbone down the valley of her breasts to her belly button. He drew circles there before continuing further down. Her hips shifted as he stopped just a centimeter from the top of her slit, and he knew she was on her way back to the land of the conscious.
His cougar was demanding a taste at the very minimum, so Jax slipped the tip of one finger between the puffy lips of her labia. He lightly stroked down one side and around her clit to her pussy entrance then back up the other side. As he did, his finger collected her cream. He followed the same circuit a second and then a third time, smiling when her hips began to shift with his touch, as if subconsciously begging him for more.
“Soon, my mate,” he murmured just before he leaned down and licked across the seam of her lips. “Soon you will have all of me as I will have all of you. And then nothing shall keep up apart.”
She smiled and sighed in response as if she heard his words and approved. Taking note of how much his touch was affecting her, even in this state, he stroked down between her labia one last time, only this time he stroked over the knotted mound of her clit. When he reached her pussy opening, he pressed his finger into her as far as it would go. She breathed a moan when he twisted his finger side to side. Her pussy clenched on him when he began to fuck it in and out. The muscles of her channel massaged his finger, sending his own need higher.
When her eyes opened and she stared at him, he eased his finger from her pussy and raised it to his lips. She stared up at him in shock as he slid the wet, cream-coated finger into his mouth and sucked her juices from it. “Mmmm mmmm, good,” he murmured once he had cleaned it of every bit of her taste.
“What happened?” she whispered.
He cupped a hand around her jaw and smiled. “You fainted.”
She frowned at him. “I never faint.”
“You did, but I don’t blame you. The news of our being together forever probably came as a bit of a shock,” he said carefully, even as his hand stroked down her neck and then down and up the center of her body again.
“News? Wait a minute, you told me you were…were a shape-shifter? And something else,” she said, frowning as she tried to recall the conversation.
He smiled, hoping she saw it as a reassuring one as his hand moved to cup her left breast. “I told you that I am a cougar shape-shifter and you, my beautiful Gwenalynn, are my mate. The Fates have chosen you to be my woman, my lover, my other half for the rest of our lives.”
She blinked, and he was afraid she might faint again. Thankfully, they were already lying down so she would not be hurt. She licked her lips, and Jax found it hard not to lean in and lick them as well.
“Are you crazy or am I?” she whispered.
“Neither of us are crazy, my mate. We are just two people destined to be together who finally found one another.”
She frowned as if thinking hard, but said nothing to deny what was between them.
He did not say anything further. She needed some time to process. He would be happy to lie here and let her think. He was just thankful she had not leapt up and run screaming from the room or called the cops about the naked crazy man in her bed.
“So that explains it,” she finally whispered as she stared at the ceiling.
He could not tell if she was talking to herself or him, so he asked. “Explains what?”
She closed her eyes briefly before her gaze shifted to him. “Explains why I have never been able to meet a man of a more appropriate age that I felt this way about.”
“And how do you feel?”
The smile that grew on her lips seemed to originate somewhere near her heart. It looked like her entire being glowed with it. “Like for the first time in my life things are right. I’m not scared spitless like I have been most times I’ve been alone with a man. I’ve also never, ever felt this aroused before. I feel like I’m a teenager again and have just discovered sex.”
Jax could not help but smile in triumph. “So, I turn you on, eh?” Her responding giggle sent a ripple of joyful fire through both his heart and his cock.
“Oh my, yes,” she said, rolling to her side and mirroring his pose, propping her head up with her arm then reaching out and stroking her hand down the center of his chest. “You make me want to do things I’ve never been bold enough to try before.”
“Such as?” he asked. His cock twitched with anticipation at the fiery gold glowing in her light-brown eyes.
“This,” she said, using her free hand to shove him over onto his back. He fought the urge to start a wrestling match and prove his dominance. He would wait and see what she had in mind before he decided whether or not to stop her and show her who was really the boss.
She shifted closer. “Now just relax. I promise I won’t hurt you,” she said. Her voice emerged a low, sexy purr that had him sucking a breath as he fought for his own control.
“That’s not what I’m afraid of,” he admitted as she leaned over him and began to lick and kiss and stroke in a thorough exploration of his chest.
She did not respond, just moved her attentions lower and lower. She pressed a finger into his belly button, causing him to pull another sharp breath. He released it on a groan when her tongue visited the same indentation a handful of heartbeats later. She continued working her way down his body, kissing his hip bones, then along the crease where body and leg came together before working her way down the tops of his thighs, licking along the muscles on first one and then the other.
After continuing to his knees, she sat up and nudged his legs apart before crawling over one and lying down between them. Using both hands, she stroked her way u
p the insides of his thighs, stopping just shy of his scrotum. Jax thrust his hips up, silently begging for her lips on his cock. He could not make demands. Not yet. Not until he had fully claimed her. Until then he had to force his cougar to remain patient and allow her set the pace. Once she agreed to be claimed, then he would let his cougar have free rein.
After she settled between his legs, she held herself still. Her breath alone wafted over the taut underside of his cock. Jax ground his teeth together to keep from demanding, no, begging that she get busy. He needed her touch on him, and he did not care if it was fingers, lips and tongue, or pussy.
His thoughts splintered when her warm breath stroked over his skin once more. A second later, he felt her soft, wet tongue at the base of his cock. “Oh, yes,” he groaned as she used the flat of her tongue to stroke up the underside of his length just before wrapping her fingers around the base, gently lifting it from his abdomen.
She hesitated when she reached the head. He could not tell if it was because of the needy sounds he was making, or if she had never done this before.
Looking down his body at her lying between his legs, he breathed, “You don’t have to,” though he hoped like hell she would.
She met his gaze, grinned, and winked. “But what if I want to,” she said just before opening her mouth, extending her tongue and swirling it around just the pre-cum-slicked head of his cock.
“Oooo,” he moaned at her touch as he dropped his head back to the bed. “Then go right ahead.”
The cock between her lips muffled her laughter, but the sound vibrated through his cock and rippled through the rest of him to settle in his heart. In the next instant, her lips closed around his shaft and she began to move bob up and down the top half of his long, strong erection.
Occasionally she would take him too deep and gag but soon found that a hand around the lower half not only kept her from hurting herself, it also gave him added pleasure and had him shifting on the bed while making all sorts of deep, guttural noises. His legs would not keep still, and he found himself hugging her sides with his thighs as his arousal went higher and higher.
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