Rock Hard And Wet (BBW Paranormal Romance) (Nymphs Of New York)

by James, Jennifer

  He gripped her by the ass and picked her up off the ground. Her strong fingers dug into his hair, tugging on the long strands trailing onto his collar. She mewled in frustration, long legs twining around his waist. Callie undulated her hips on him, and he almost burst.

  Somehow he made it into the alley on the opposite side of his brother and Petra. The damn skirt she wore tangled between their torsos, and he ripped it up the front. She bit his lip as he withdrew, eager to taste the bounty she’d teased him with only minutes before.

  The tank top slid over her belly and breasts with ease, and he sank his teeth into the crest of one mound, then the other. He licked his way around her nipples. Despite her height and curves, she weighed little, allowing him to support her with one hand while he unfastened the button on his pants.

  Firm thighs clenched under his palm as he skimmed his way under her skirt and discovered bare, hot, wet, flesh.

  “You bad, bad girl. No panties?” He licked her earlobe, and then nibbled it. “That’s so fucking sexy.”

  The sound of flesh colliding behind him added to the cacophony of Callie’s whimpers. He circled her clit, and then inserted his finger to the knuckle. A few quick pumps and she rode his hand, using her forearms on his shoulder for support.

  He had to be inside her, now.

  “No, don’t stop,” she complained.

  He grasped his cock by the base and guided it toward her opening. “I’m not stopping. I’m giving you something better.” The slick heat of her pussy drove him to push forward, but he moved with care. The tight clench of her walls around his finger suggested caution. “Damn, you’re so small and tight.”

  “Theo, now. All the way.” She wriggled until half of his dick plunged inside. “Oh, so good.”

  “Stop.” The muscles in his face ticked as he ground his molars together. His fingers burrowed into her hip. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’m not a virgin, Theo.” Their stares met and held. “I like it hard. I’m ready for you. Don’t hold back.”

  Oh, gods.

  She held him in place and thrust her tongue into his mouth. He secured her back to the wall with his arm fully behind her, protecting her from the brick as much as possible, and rolled his hips forward hard until every inch of his cock was encased in her pussy.

  They both groaned. He began to fuck her the way she wanted, spurred on by her nails in his shoulders and her teeth in his neck and lips. The harder he moved into her, the better she liked it. Soon, all he could hear was the slap of their bodies meeting and each exhalation into the shared air between them.

  She played with her clit as he fucked her, and he broke away from her kisses to watch. Seeing a woman bold enough to seek her release turned him on even more. When her pussy walls rippled around his cock and she threw her head back in orgasm, the sensation spread through his body until it settled in his lower back and weighed his balls down, shooting out of his dick in four, hard jerks. His cum jetted into her channel, and he gasped for breath.

  Callie rested her head on his shoulder, her arms limp around his neck.

  He pressed a kiss to her head, wrinkling his nose at the smell clinging to her hair.

  “Why does your hair smell like ammonia?”

  “Petra made me dye it. She thought my natural color would stand out too much.” She licked his neck where it met with his torso.

  He should set her down, get his dick out of her. But it felt too damn good to be like this, joined together. He grimaced at the indent his forearm left in the brick wall behind her. Fuck, he’d pounded her so hard he’d crushed the wall.

  “Did I—”

  The moment broke when an amused chuckle rang out behind him.

  “Damn, big brother, I didn’t know you had it in you.”

  Chapter Three

  Callie nuzzled her face into Theo’s neck, inhaling the smell of soap and stone that wafted from him. How long had it been since the last time she’d been with someone who made love so fiercely? With so much need and want and abandon? Had she ever?

  His shoulders stiffened beneath her hands when his brother called out, and she wished she could slap the other man.

  “I should…uh… Just give me a moment and—” The gray swirls in his chocolate-brown irises stuttered and died as he shifted her weight.

  “It’s okay, Theo.” She shot a look of pure venom over his shoulder at his brother and Petra. Petra paused in smoothing her shirt when she caught the look and took Logan by the elbow. The amusement on his face gave way to confusion then contrition.

  “We’ll wait for you over there.” Petra gave her a reassuring smile.

  She nodded, grateful for the way that her sister walked Theo’s twin away. His fingers dug into her ass for a moment, and he lifted her as he withdrew. An involuntary hiss escaped her lips when the tip of his cock slid out.

  “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Damn it. I knew better.” He lowered her to her feet and grasped her waist with one hand. A red haze flashed through his eyes. He hit the wall to the left of her face with the flat of his fist.

  Bits of masonry showered her collar, and she ducked to the side, away from the falling rocks. “You didn’t hurt me, not really. And I’m mostly immortal. I’ll be fine in a minute.”

  The violence of the strike startled her, but the pain in his eyes, the lines bracketing his mouth, kept her from shoving him away.

  “Hey, Theo, you okay?” Logan called from the mouth of the alley, the laughing undertone gone from his voice.

  Callie adjusted his pants and tucked him back inside, buttoned the waist band and did up his zipper. “Tell him you’re fine.” She kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around his chest, snuggling in close.

  Harsh breaths rasped in and out of his lungs.

  “Theo?”

  “Callie?” Petra’s call overlapped Logan’s.

  “I’m great, Petra. Coming to New York was your best idea ever.” She angled her face and winked at her sister-nymph. A smile split Petra’s face. She nodded once and tugged on Logan’s hand, taking the hint.

  A low toned argument broke out between the pair, but Callie couldn’t hear well enough to understand their words. She petted Theo’s hair and trailed kisses over his jaw, following her instincts. The pain he held inside radiated through the set of his mouth and body to the tense fingers on her waist. Theo was a stranger, but she felt compelled to offer him comfort that had nothing to do with sex and release.

  He cleared his throat. Blunt callused fingers adjusted her tank top until her breasts were covered by the flimsy material. “I’m fine, Logan. Take the girl to the museum like she wants. You’re not officially on duty until nightfall.”

  Callie studied his face and tried to memorize the heat of his palms on her skin. The argument between Logan and Petra continued, and Theo ground his fingers into the wall, breaking little pieces of brick off.

  “I said, I’m fine.” The cords in his neck stood out, he took a deep breath, and when he released it, he relaxed his hands to his side and stepped away from her.

  Even in the heat of the summer day, a cool draft blasted her front and teased the edges of her torn skirt. The temperature change caused by his absence bothered her. To hell with that. She grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him off balance and into her body.

  The grey swirls she liked so much reappeared in his eyes, and he snorted in amusement.

  “See, Logan? I told you they’re okay. Let’s go.” Petra blew her a kiss, yanked on the big male, and set her heels to the pavement. Logan was in for a surprise when Petra decided to get pushy. He’d end up soaked and frozen into a big stone icicle if he kept it up.

  “Call me if you need me, big brother.”

  Theo raised his hand in a farewell wave, his attention centered on Callie’s face. She smiled and moved in for a kiss, keeping her eyes open and studying his features. His lips were firm, the upper one on the thin side, but still infinitely kissable. When his tongue snaked out and
traced the pout of her lower lip, she shivered.

  A tiny scar ran parallel to his right eyebrow, with more white dots and dashes radiating across his forehead to disappear into his hairline on that side above his ear.

  “How’d you get the Morse Code on your face like that?

  “Occupational hazard. The London Blitz was a shitty time to be in Great Britain.” He brushed his hand off on the leg of his jeans and color rose in his cheeks. “I’m sorry about your skirt. And the wall. And fucking you so hard—”

  She stopped him with one finger on his mouth. “We’ve already been over this. I told you that I wanted it. You gave me what I asked for. Hush.” The skirt was beyond repair, ripped all the way to the waist band up the front. “You do however owe me a new skirt. I’m positively indecent. Feel.”

  Before he could stop her, she used his hand to cup her sex.

  He sucked in a breath. “You have got to be the strangest females I’ve ever met.”

  “I’ve never been called strange before.” She released his shirt front and huffed. “Sexy, fun, obstinate…but never strange.”

  Strong fingers untied the scarf around her waist, and he adjusted it to cover her nakedness. “I didn’t mean it as an insult.” He met her gaze, and then shifted his eyes away again. “You’re very beautiful. Perhaps the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Definitely the sexiest I’ve ever… Shit, I suck at this. I’ve never met someone like you. It’s made me off balance.”

  “Hmph.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, not ready to let him off the hook.

  “Is your natural color blue?” The war m breadth of his chest collided with her arm as he side stepped around her.

  Tugs radiated into her scalp and she ducked away. “What are you doing?”

  Men touching her hair was nothing new, the thick mass waved down her back to her waist. For some reason it attracted them like kittens to catnip.

  “Getting rocks out of your hair.”

  More pulls on the strands radiated into her scalp, but this time the heat of fingertips rasped over the nape of her neck, to her back, then to the top of her ass.

  “Oh.”

  He continued to finger comb the locks and she relaxed into the sensation. Poseidon hadn’t bothered to brush her hair in centuries, and the guards never had time. Any hook-ups with one of the males assigned to watch over the nymphs happened in a flurry of hands and mouths. No time for cuddling or closeness.

  She leaned into him. “Yes.”

  The ministrations paused.

  “Blue. It’s naturally blue.” She peered over her shoulder at him. Theo had a mass of hair captured in one hand.

  “I wish I’d seen it that way.” He stroked the skin below one eye with a knuckle. “With your extraordinary eye color, it would truly be something to behold.”

  A swell of sharp edged tenderness crested in her chest.

  “Eh, I’m alright.” She stepped away from him, the strands of hair flowing through his hand to flop down. “Thank goodness I didn’t have to dye my eyebrows too. At least they just look black. You should have seen us trying to get the dye to stick to my hair. It was a cluster fuck right up there with the time Hera came to visit and found Zeus fucking four of my sister-nymphs in the small breakfast room.”

  A surprised chuckled erupted from him. He shook his head, and cast his stare to the mouth of the alley. “That’s uh…hmmm. The ways of the Olympians have long puzzled me.”

  “Yeah. Well, it’s no secret they have a relationship founded on drama. Not everyone is like that.” She fluffed her hair and wished she’d thought to bring a hair clip of some kind. The back of her neck was getting hot and sweaty.

  Theo tugged on her shirt, making some minute adjustment. The grey spirals of color chased across his irises and affection warmed her. The cold, grumpy veneer the grotesque initially presented her with was wearing off. “Your friend is off with my brother. What do you plan on doing now?”

  “I don’t know. I’m not here for the same reason as Petra.” She walked toward the street with him falling into step beside her.

  “Ah.” The weight of his presence next to her was too damn comfortable, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving. “What reason would that be then?”

  “She asked me to come with her.” They turned to the left when they reached the sidewalk with some kind of unspoken agreement. “I don’t think it’s possible to find true love in three days. So I came along to keep her company and have some fun until I have to go back to the harem.”

  A sharp pain twisted in her gut and a lump formed in her throat. Saying the words out loud hurt. Thinking them hadn’t bothered her, but giving them voice clenched her stomach into a knot.

  “How does a nymph with carte blanche to do whatever she likes have fun?” He guided her around a crowd of teenagers clumped together in the middle of the sidewalk with one hand on her lower back.

  “Hmmm…well she gets a hot dog from Nathan’s Famous. Then she buys a scarf from a shop because it matches her hair.” She flipped the lower edge of the article at him and he clamped it down on her thigh with a censuring look. A giggle escaped at the scandal on his face. “Then the nymph drags a poor unsuspecting grotesque into an alley and has her wicked way with him.”

  “You do love to display yourself.” A low chuckle slipped out and he tucked her hand into his elbow. Probably to keep her from flashing again. “What would you like to do now?”

  “Well, I don’t know. My sister abandoned me.” She batted her eyelashes at him and bumped her hip into his. Flirting she understood. Flirting gave her steady ground. Getting personal and snuggly with him in the alley had started to propel them down a path she wasn’t ready for. “I think I could use a shower.”

  “Hmm, me too. Some saucy wench doused me with muddy water from a puddle.”

  She clamped her lips together to swallow her laugh, but when his chest shook and he released the suppressed laughter, she giggled too.

  “Well, take me to your place. We can get cleaned up and then go out.”

  “Go out? Where?”

  A frown creased her forehead, and she glanced over at him from the corner of her eye. “You’re the one who lives here, not me. How would I know?” She poked him in the belly. “I think you’ve forgotten how to have fun. So, I’m going to show you.”

  A snort sounded beside her, and she’d bet her right boob he’d rolled his eyes. Grumpy Theo re-emerging. “Great. Just what the world needs. A nymph on a day pass with a grotesque chauffeuring her around.”

  “It’s a weekend pass, sweetie.” She gathered her hair over one shoulder and blew a kiss to a tall, muscular, blond heading in the opposite direction.

  Theo growled. “Don’t flirt with vampires. They’re dangerous.”

  “That was a vamp? Cool. He sure is tan for someone who is supposed to be only allowed out at night.” She walked backward for a few feet until he forced her to spin back around. The blond in question had spun as well, and when he smiled at her, the flash of a fang showed under his upper lip.

  “That’s a myth created to pacify humans.” He paused, peered over his shoulder at the retreating vampire, and growled.

  The vampire executed a half bow and disappeared from sight. Crap, Theo’d scared him away. What the hell?

  “In fact, don’t flirt with anyone while you’re with me.” A red sheen coated the brown of his irises before he crowded her.

  The statement startled her, and she retracted her hand. Ice stole over her demeanor. “Theo, don’t get possessive. I’m a nymph, and I belong to someone else. I’m leaving in two days.”

  His chest heaved, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath about stupidity. She waited, ready to stalk off and find someone else to entertain her if she had to.

  He reclaimed her hand, tucked it back into his elbow. “I apologize. Overdriven protection instincts. Won’t happen again.”

  “Good.” The lump in her throat tried to choke her again, but she melted i
t with the knowledge that Theo, New York—the life and energy of the city—the silver-grey swirls in his eyes, and the pain she knew she’d helped abate in his heart were all temporary. “Now, if you really want to see my natural hair color, take me to your castle.”

  “Castle?”

  She hugged his arm. “You’re like a knight errant with his victory spoils.”

  His muscles bunched under her palm. “And you’re the fair maiden I’ve captured to take back to my bed chamber and ravage? Defiling your virginity with my virile attentions?”

  They both burst into laughter.

  “Well, other than the virginity part, I’m all for some defiling.”

  An old woman they passed gasped and Callie laughed all the harder. Theo chucked her under the chin and she met his stare.

  Heat and desire lit his eyes. “Be careful what you wish for, nymph.”

  Chapter Four

  People stared as he propelled Callie through the lobby of his building. The female looked like a super model in hippie bohemian clothing. The scarf he’d tied over her waist to cover the rip in the skirt did more to entice him with the flashes of thigh. It teased him with each step more than if she’d left it off. He kept her hand captive in the crook of his elbow, craving the touch and warmth. Their time together drew closer and closer to its end.

  Booker waited on the roof, the grotesque had tailed them for blocks. Theo’s former commander continued to treat him as though he remained in his unit, although the Censure and Shunning were hundreds of years old.

  Having sex with Callie brought old memories to the surface, memories and desires he’d long ago encased in a cage of bedrock. Booker had no doubt seen them in the alley or heard about the tryst and come running. The older male remained convinced he’d get Theo restored to his standing in the community by chastising him and trying to control every move he made. And that meant Theo couldn’t be distracted by females into the same behavior that had led to his disgrace to begin with.

  Booker’s motives weren’t of the philanthropic kind. As one of the last grotesques young enough to have viable sperm, the community needed Theo for the gene pool. But none of the females would accept him if he remained an outcast. His wishes in the matter made no difference to the older male.