Wolf Prey (Wolf Cove Book 3)

by Nina West

  I reach down to grasp his wet hand, pushing against his fingers and grinding against him. “Please.”

  I hear his sharp inhale. “Okay, Abbi.” His belt buckle starts jangling and I can’t help but turn around, wanting to catch a glimpse of his beautiful cock before it’s in me.

  A dark, calculating look fills his eyes. His gaze drops to my lips and he smirks. “Admit you enjoying watching.”

  I do, but I won’t admit it. Not just yet. I turn away from him to hide my smile.

  The couple is changing positions again. She’s now on her back with her legs splayed out on either side of his body, and he’s lying on top of her. All I can see is his ass bobbing up and down as he thrusts into her, his pants bunched around his ankles.

  Henry slips his fingers and thumb out of me, leaving me feeling oddly empty.

  “Legs up,” he commands, guiding me until my knees are bent and my legs are tucked back underneath me to either side of his body. He grips my hips tight, lifting me up just enough to line up his shaft against my opening, and then he pulls me down over him. I’m so wet that my body gives no resistance, accepting him all the way in.

  I let out a small cry as I grip his legs and set to grinding against his cock, reveling in the fullness of having him inside me again. It barely lasts though, before he’s seizing my hips and lifting me off him. “Lean forward.” My mouth drops open when he grasps my ass, spreading my cheeks wide apart. A moment later, cool liquid drips along my crack.

  “What is that?”

  “Something to help ease me in.” He shifts his hips a little to rub his smooth head against my entrance, smearing the liquid around. “Trust me?”

  I swallow. This is really happening right now?

  “Abbi?”

  “Yes.”

  “Take a deep breath.”

  With a hand gripping his cock, he starts to push me down.

  It’s ten times as intense as his thumb was, going in, even with the added help of the lube.

  “Okay, just relax.”

  I let out a shaky laugh. “I don’t know if I can handle this, Henry.”

  He answers by reaching around to start rubbing my swollen clit. “How badly do you want to come?”

  “So badly,” I moan.

  “Take a breath.”

  I do and he inches himself a little farther into me.

  I close my eyes against the burn, focusing on his fingers sliding against my clit instead. When I open them again, I find a new view of the couple, of her on her elbows and knees, her ass in the air, and him behind her, fumbling with something.

  “Looks like he has the same idea.”

  I watch as he tears a packet open and begins squeezing something out onto her backside.

  “Ready?”

  I nod, and Henry pushes in farther.

  I focus on my breathing as Henry rubs me off and we watch the drunken guy line himself up with the woman’s ass. She must have done this before because she’s already bucking against him in no time. Meanwhile, the burn inside me is just barely fading.

  Henry covers himself with more of my wetness, and then whispers, “Breathe,” a moment before he pulls me down farther.

  I can’t help the slight whimper.

  “Just relax.” His fingers run up and down over my spine a few times, before returning to my clit. “I think they’re almost done.”

  The guy is leaning over her, reminding me of those nature videos of rabbits on top of each other. A few seconds later, he slows, getting the last few pumps into her before he pulls out and flops over, onto his back.

  “I doubt he even got her off.” The scorn in Henry’s voice is unmistakeable, his own fingers working relentlessly. Though, if he had wanted me to orgasm, I would have by now.

  “Do you still want me to watch them?”

  His hot breath trails against my spine. “Fuck them. I want you to watch us.” He reaches up to angle the rearview mirror down, until it’s reflecting a shadowy glimpse of my heavy, swollen breasts, all the way down to his fingers against my clit.

  He grasps my hips, lifting me a little, only to bring me down. I gasp at the strange pleasurable pain.

  I check the couple. They’re on their feet, fixing their clothing and searching the ground—I assume for the woman’s purse that she dropped by the truck. They still have no clue we were here, watching the whole time.

  “It’ll be good soon, I promise.”

  I rock my hips back and forth against him, acutely aware of how he’s stretching me inside. It’s not long before the pain is diminishing though, replaced by an odd pleasure. Tentatively, I pull my hips up and then gently slide back down, just an inch or so at first, then a little bit more.

  Henry hisses, his hands grip my cheeks again, squeezing them almost to the point of pain. He starts helping me, rocking his hips against me, thrusting gently but deliberately. “I’ve imagined fucking your ass for months.”

  My muscles tense with his words, at the thought that Henry’s been picturing this. “What does it feel like for you?”

  “Fucking amazing. Tight. Sexy.” His hands grip my rib cage and he starts thrusting in and out a little harder. I’m getting wet back there, too, now. I didn’t know that was possible. I steal a glance in the mirror again, to watch my breasts bouncing like that woman’s.

  Everything within that SUV is so intense and intimate that I don’t notice the two forms heading toward us until they’re only twenty feet away.

  “Abigail?” Jenny calls out.

  I let out a cry of frustration and start to slow, to reach for my top.

  “We’re not stopping,” Henry says through gritted teeth, pinning my hands down. “Where are your keys?”

  “Clipped to my purse.”

  He reaches over, slowing only to hit the automatic car starter and unlock the doors on my truck. After a moment’s pause, he starts the SUV, too. “They’ll figure it out.” He tosses my purse.

  This is too much. I can’t focus. “Come without me. I won’t be able to.”

  “I’m not stopping until you do. Lean forward. All the way.” His hand presses down against my back, forcing me forward until my chin is resting against the dash. He pushes my skirt up. “Fuck, this view….” He hooks his hands around my thighs and picks up his pace again. I cry out at the intensity, but he doesn’t stop, thrusting hard and fast into me, as I watch Jenny and Veronica open the doors of my truck beside us and look inside.

  “Are the doors locked?” I manage to get out through a gasp.

  Henry hits a button and a click sounds.

  “Hello?” Jenny’s knocking on the passenger side window of the Suburban now. With the truck running, there are plenty of little lights on. It’s no longer dark enough to hide completely.

  She cups her eyes and looks inside.

  An odd mix of exhilaration and panic set in as I hear her let out a yelp and call Veronica.

  “Henry….”

  “Almost there.”

  Henry’s going to come inside me. Just the thought…. That familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine and begins spreading through my pelvis and between my legs.

  Henry lets out a deep, guttural cry and I feel him begin to pulse inside me, setting off my own orgasm just as the passenger door flies open. With Veronica and Jenny standing there to witness, I scream as my wall of muscles spasm around Henry’s cock, tightening against him in wave after wave of near-crippling ecstasy.

  A beam of light shines on us. They’ve found the flashlight I keep in my console for emergencies.

  Henry pulls my skirt down and snaps at them, “Close the fucking door.”

  They do, with a slam and a round of giggles.

  “I’m sorry. I guess I accidentally unlocked it instead of locking it.” His hand rubs over my bare back soothingly.

  “It’s okay.” I say that, even as an edge of shame creeps along my spine.

  Henry sighs. “Where do you have to drop them off?”

  “Just in town.”

/>   He grasps my hips, ever so slowly sliding me off his cock. “You lead and then follow me back to the Inn.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “I wonder if Jenny will remember puking all over her mom’s rosebush,” I mutter, taking in the taupe and silver bedding and subtle floral accents of Henry’s room. Mr. and Mrs. Rhodes gave him the one in the attic that spans the entire floor and overlooks the garden I used to maintain. Arguably the nicest room.

  “She’s not going to remember anything. I doubt she could even see straight by the end of it.” Henry reaches back to pull his navy t-shirt over his head, letting me admire his chest and stomach, shaped by hard muscles and covered in smooth, tan skin. I didn’t get to enjoy that sight earlier, my back to him the entire time.

  When he sees me standing there, staring at him, he groans. “Don’t look at me like that, Abbi. I’m too tired to do something about it.”

  The man is normally insatiable. If Henry is saying that, then he must be exhausted. My heart swells as I remind myself that he flew all the way from Alaska for one day, delaying his trip to Beijing. Yeah, he’s the CEO, but I remember what a nightmare it was to move his meetings around. Miles is going to hate me.

  “If you don’t mind, I’m going to jump in the shower.” I feel the need to get clean after tonight.

  He reaches for his phone. “Go ahead. I have to cover a few things for work.”

  The bathroom is small but quaint, with a glass shower stall on the right. I strip down and climb in, reveling in the hot water. These last two days have been equal parts terrible and amazing. Henry showing up made me forget about the whole ordeal with Mama, but I’ll have to deal with that at some point. It’ll be a long time before I can forgive her though, both for risking her health in such a stupid way, but also for trying to keep Henry and me apart.

  How do I convince her that he’s not a bad man?

  Because he’s not.

  He just likes to do bad things to me.

  Was it right that we watched that couple? That we got off by watching them? Not that I wouldn’t have gotten off anyway with Henry’s hands on me. But he’s right, I was dripping from the depravity of it all.

  It just felt so… seedy, and dirty.

  I didn’t really enjoy what was going on in the pool room, but that’s because that was uncomfortable. It didn’t feel safe. And Henry wasn’t there. Would it have been different, had he been there?

  And then to get so out of control near the end that we couldn’t stop? Knowing that we were about to have an audience? A drunken one, but one nonetheless. They stood there with the door wide open and watched and listened to us orgasm together. It was such an intimate moment and stupid Jenny and Veronica witnessed it.

  My cheeks flush at the thought of that.

  What does that say about me, that in the heat of the moment I allowed that?

  The shower door opens behind me and Henry steps in, taking up all available space in the stall. He leans down to lay a soft kiss on my lips, his hand sliding over my ass in a gentle manner. “Sore?”

  “A little.” The soap burned at first but I was fine by the time I finished cleaning myself down there. I like being able to feel him inside me.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Abbi… I’m too tired for games.”

  I study him as he tips his head back to soak his hair under the stream of water. “What exactly have you done?”

  He smirks. “Can you be more clear?”

  “You know… sexually?”

  “Right.” He squirts a dollop of shampoo into his hand. “Ask specifics, and I’ll tell you.”

  “Specifics?”

  “If you’re curious about something specific, I’ll tell you if I’ve done it. But I’m not about to list all of my indiscretions as if I’m at a church confessional.”

  I have a mental flash of Henry sitting in that narrow wooden box, giving details in his way. He’d give the priest a hard attack. Okay…. “Have you slept with two women at once?”

  He starts rubbing the shampoo into his hair. “Yes.”

  “How many times?”

  “I didn’t keep count.”

  I roll my eyes. “So more than a few?”

  He chuckles. “Yes.”

  “What about more than two women at once?”

  He hesitates.

  “Seriously?”

  “A few times.”

  I try to picture that. All those female body parts and only one of Henry. Even though his dick, hanging limp between his legs right now, is still an impressive five inches—at least.

  He chuckles softly and I realize I’m scowling at his dick.

  “Anything else you want to know?”

  “What about men? Have you ever had sex with a man?”

  “No.”

  “Have you ever wanted to?”

  “No.”

  “Have you done anything with another man?”

  “I’ve shared a woman, if that counts.”

  “Right.” Margo. Somehow, I had forgotten.

  How exactly did that go, anyway? Was it like with me and Ronan and Connor? My imagination travels to that day trapped in the truck with them. That was… intense but intimate, because I trusted them completely.

  “Don’t get any ideas,” Henry mutters, as if reading my mind.

  I quietly watch him rinse the suds out of his hair, the soapy rivulets running down his chest and abdomen. Curiosity finally gets the better of me. “Why not?”

  “Why not, what? Let another man fuck you?” There’s an edge in his voice.

  I instinctively reach for him, tracing the ridges of his stomach soothingly. “I don’t want another man, Henry. I’m just wondering why you wouldn’t do it again.”

  “There are a lot of things I’ll do with you and for you, if you ask me to, but sharing you with another man is not one of them.”

  “Why not?” I’m fishing for him to say the words. For him to talk to me, to tell me how he feels. He must know it.

  He reaches for the bar of soap and begins lathering, saying nothing.

  “You shared… her.”

  “She was nobody.”

  “And I’m….”

  His jaw tenses. “Not nobody.”

  My heart squeezes. As terrible as Henry is at expressing his own feelings, I sense them. That’ll have to be enough for me.

  For now.

  Leaning in close until my nipples are just barely grazing his flesh, I lift to my tiptoes and catch his lips with mine. He doesn’t move to meet them, but he doesn’t pull away either, his breath coming out in shallow pants as I run my tongue across the seam of his mouth, trying to coax him.

  Finally, he lays a single, chaste kiss on my mouth. “You done in here?”

  “Yeah.”

  His hands curl around my hips to spin me around. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

  “You’re kicking me out?” I pout.

  “Cramped showers aren’t my thing.” He pushes the door open and slaps my ass, ushering me out.

  Fair enough.

  A minute is more like ten. Ten minutes to dwell on the entire twisted night—from being trapped in that pool room, to Henry showing up, to having us do things in his truck that I would never expect myself to do.

  Henry seems to prefer risqué things. He likes watching and being watched. He’s had more than one woman at a time. He’s shared a woman, he’s done God knows what else—the fact that I can’t even come up with anything else to ask him about just proves how inexperienced I am.

  What else is he going to want me to do?

  Should I be worried that just having sex with me eventually won’t be enough?

  He says he doesn’t want to share me, but what if there’s a time that that changes? What if there’s a time when I have to share him to keep his appetite sated?

  Just the thought of him inside another woman makes my chest hurt.

  Is this really what everyone keeps saying, about me not being t
he kind of girl that can keep a man like him interested? Maybe it has nothing to do with money.

  By the time I hear the bathroom door click open and watch Henry stroll out to crawl into the bed beside me, the glow from my lamp highlighting his beautiful naked body, I can’t help but wonder how long I’ll be able to satisfy him before I can’t.

  “Hey.”

  He leans over to kiss me and at the same time, switches my bedside lamp off, throwing us into near darkness, the only light a faint glow from a streetlight outside. “You were chewing your bottom lip.”

  “So?”

  “You do that when something’s wrong.”

  I hesitate. “What if I just want normal person sex?”

  “Normal person sex?” His voice is laced with amusement.

  “You know… In a bed, in the dark, by ourselves. Just you and me, being together and boring. Penis-in-vagina sex.”

  He sighs, sinking into the mattress beside me. “Then we have ‘normal person sex.’”

  “Yeah, but….” I swallow, afraid he’ll chastise me for sounding insecure. “What if I’m not enough for you one day? What if you get bored?”

  Silence hangs in the room for so long, I find myself holding my breath warily.

  And then his large, warm hand seeks out my face, to cradle it, his thumb dragging back and forth over my cheek as he climbs on top of me, gently settling his body between my legs. I search the dark for his face but I can’t make it out, so I’m left to just feel him.

  Feel his weight pressing down on me.

  Feel his minty breath skating across my face.

  Feel his erection growing thick against me. Even with my soreness from earlier, my body automatically begins responding, growing slick. I stretch my thighs wide, opening up for him.

  His fingers coil through mine and, lifting my arms above my head, he gently pins my hands down. He begins kissing me, his lips soft but forceful, leisurely but unrelenting. I moan against his mouth as his cock pushes into me.

  The old bed frame begins to creak with his deliciously slow tempo and gentle thrusts. It doesn’t take long before he’s slipping in and out with ease, his pelvic bone rubbing against my clit with each pass to give me the friction I need.

  I’m waiting for him to pick up the pace, to push harder into me, to release my hands so he can lift and bend my body for his pleasure. To turn the light on so he can watch my breasts bounce and me writhe beneath him. To start whispering dirty demands in my ear.