“First we need to ask some questions, Vic. She might not want a guard.”
“I’ll do it.” Both sets of eyes were on Wade as he crossed to the window and stared out into the darkness. “And I’ll find the motherfucker who dumped her in the alley.”
“Wade, do you know what you’re doing?”
His brother’s words hung in the air as Wade looked down on the street. He needed to get Jetta away from here in case the bastard had been watching and planned to come back. If he did, he’d rip him to pieces. All that mattered was keeping her safe, and for the life of him, he didn’t know why it was so important. Jetta wasn’t getting out of his sight.
“It’s not open for discussion. I got vacation coming, I’m taking it now.” Wade spun to face his brother and Victoria. “Before daybreak, I want her out of here. We’ll go to her place so she’ll be comfortable until you can get some answers.”
Wade would make her understand she needed him. He prowled back and forth, anxious for the water to stop running in the bathroom so he could put his plan in motion. His ever-watchful dog took every step with him. His stomach churned when his shepherd pawed for release. He’d keep him in check.
“There’s a deep wound on her hand and that’s it. That much blood in the alley means the man was wounded by the mutts I chased earlier.” Wade clenched his fists in a ball. “Get Jack’s friend at the police department to do a DNA test on the blood.” Margy, his brother Ren’s wife, had an uncle who was a senator. Jack Gardner had made a few connections for Shepherd’s Watch in various police departments.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Everyone spun toward the living room doorway. “Vic, I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed a dress to wear.”
Wade didn’t move a muscle. His eyes drank her in like a man who’d been too long in the desert. Jetta wasn’t much shorter than Victoria, but the thin, black material clung to her like a second skin. She had far more curves. Her long, dark hair hung in wet curls down her back. The scent of lavender seeped into his nostrils and tugged at the beast buried in him. If he’d been outside, he would have howled. As it was, all he could do was stare with his mouth open. His cock pressed painfully into his zipper and wept to get out. So did his shepherd. The animal zigzagged back and forth through his gut, whimpering. Christ. Wade wasn’t sure he could keep the dog in check.
Before Vic answered, Jetta took a step into the room and faltered. In one leap, Wade caught her and sat her in a nearby chair. Her small hands pushed at his chest. “Stop, damn it. I’m fine.”
“Fine, my ass. You almost fell.”
“I don’t want your help.” Green eyes blazed at him before she turned away. Why was she so pissed off? “Vic, can you take me home?”
“You need someone with you.” Wade looked at Victoria for help. Now she needed to pour on that syrupy voice of hers more than ever. “Vic?”
“He’s right. You’ve had a nasty bump, and unless you can tell us why you were kidnapped and dumped in the alley, you need to be guarded.” Clearing her throat, Victoria continued. “One of your girls could have riled someone and they want to take it out on you. I keep telling you to get out of that damn business.”
“I live far enough out of town that no one will bother me, and furthermore, I won’t be kept from my business.”
“Honey, unless you stay here, you get a guard. You’ve heard me talk about Shepherd’s Watch and the Alsatian brothers who own the company? This is Max.” The smile Victoria Germaine leveled on his brother practically lit up the room. “You’ve met Wade, and he’ll take good care of you until we can figure out what’s going on.”
“Over my dead ass.”
Wade leaned down, and with his lips practically touching hers, he whispered, “Sweetheart, that’s a distinct possibility.”
She glared at him. The gold flecks dancing in her angry eyes excited his animal, and his throat worked to trap the growl lifting through his chest. Shit. Wade pulled away from her and faced his brother who wore an odd look.
“You two take my car, and I’ll have Ren bring you a change of clothes and… and whatever else you want once you’re settled.” Max stood and peered at him closely. “Ren can help with what you’ll need more than I can.”
It dawned on Wade what he meant. “No, brother, it’s not what you’re thinking.”
“We’ll see.” Max left the room with Victoria, and Wade hoped he’d bring the car to the front door of the building. The sun was peeking over the horizon, and he didn’t want to chance anyone seeing them leave.
Jetta fidgeted in the chair, and he twisted to face her. His shepherd mewled inside like a fucking sick cat. Damn it to hell, what if Max was right. Was it possible this woman was his mate? “Christ.” Sweat beaded on his brow.
She was very astute and it was as if she knew the meaning of their cryptic conversation. Jetta smiled at him, but when she spoke it was cold. “Don’t worry, Mr. Alsatian. I keep very good books and I know the type of woman you need. I’ll arrange something.”
He snatched her to her feet and pulled her into his arms. Burying his hands in her hair, he tugged until she looked in his eyes. “That won’t be necessary, you’ll do fine.” His mouth smashed down on hers and he pried her lips open until he tasted her. Her body molded against his perfectly and her tongue lashed back at him. It was heaven.
Wade knew he should stop but he couldn’t. His dog clawed for release and he damn near let him out. If Victoria wasn’t still in the apartment, he’d have ripped the clothes from Jetta and taken what he wanted right there on the floor. He moved his hand to caress her cheek, and she whimpered. Jesus Christ. What had he done? He was no better than the jerk-off who’d dumped her in the alley.
Jetta bit into his lip and shocked him back to reality. He let her fall back into the seat. With his fingers, he touched the fresh bite. Watching her reaction, he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them. She never batted an eyelash.
“Guess you only faint when it’s your blood.” Turning, he strode toward the door. The words he threw over his shoulder brooked no argument. “Be ready to leave in five minutes.”
* * *
They rode in silence to her house located just out of town on three secluded acres of land.
Jetta had cringed when Victoria said his surname. She’d heard it around her business often enough. Alsatian. She was no saint, but this man was a real fucker. Truly -- a man whore. He’d been with practically every girl at Elegant Escorts. He couldn’t have screwed them all, could he? Bastard.
Her lips still felt the heat of his and she touched them with her fingertips. The odd tingling sensation returned to the palm of her hand. Why did it bother her so much that he’d slept with others? “Damn.” Her body, her mind, everything, picked now to want a man. This man.
At least none of the girls had complained about him, so he wasn’t cruel or mean. When a girl reported that kind of behavior the customer was stricken from the books. Shuddering, Jetta wrapped her arms around herself.
Victoria and the men believed it was a stranger. Jordan may not have been faithful, but he had never tried to hurt her. His actions at the hospital didn’t even come close to anything like this. Rubbing her jaw, she needed to remember what happened. She held no malice toward him, and the dog had always been nuts. Jordan told her he’d put the animal down, and that hadn’t given her the satisfaction she thought it would. Jetta believed the animal was the way it was because of its owner. There had been some really bad moments over the years but Jetta had moved on with her life. Had her ex moved on?
“Damn, what?”
“Nothing. Turn here,” she said when they reached her lane. She had never bothered to pave it and it was so ramshackle no one ever used it. You couldn’t see the house from the road, so she was pretty much left alone by door-to-door visitors of any type.
Post World War II construction, the house consisted of two floors that she’d had renovated to suit her. Old wooden floors had been refurbished and shone like glass. New triple-pan
e bay windows sat on either side of the entrance and let in a lot of sunlight. Colorful flowers bloomed everywhere. Jetta had planted each and every one and liked that there was no order. It reminded her of nature on a rampage.
“You feel safe out here all alone?”
“Until you got here.” Jetta opened the door and practically jumped from the car. Stopping at the steps, she groaned loudly. “My keys. And where is my purse?”
“I put the keys on the dresser at Vic’s place. Your purse, I don’t know.” Wade did a quick appraisal of the front of the house. “Wait here.”
Watching him disappear around the side, she plopped down on the steps. His scent lingered in the air and drew a deep sigh from her. Between her legs throbbed with desire. Lord, she had enough on her mind besides struggling with the idea of masturbating right on her front porch. A smile lifted the corners of her lips.
She’d gone far too long without the touch of a man. What would be the harm of being with this one while he was here? Not like he was married or had a girlfriend.
Jetta didn’t like serving married clients and insisted the girls only escort them, but she had no real control over the situation or the wayward husbands. That was the downside of her business. She’d always said once she had enough money, she’d get out.
Maybe Victoria was right.
The front door squeaked open. Jetta stood and turned to go up the steps. Wade rested against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, and he smiled at her. Why was his shirt open? Lord, he looked good standing there. Her insides became mush.
“You live dangerously. Your bedroom window was unlocked.”
“How’d you know which room was mine?” She climbed the last step and waited for him to move. If she had to touch him or brush past him, that would be the end of it. “You climbed to the second floor?”
“Piece of cake with all the trees lining the back of the house. The room’s colors, they match your eyes.”
Her heart flip-flopped. Wade knew the color of her eyes. The smell of sweat and something else far sweeter than she’d ever imagined circled her head. The man was an aphrodisiac. The fingers of her good hand wanted to explore the dark hairs on his chest, see if they were as soft as they looked.
Her pussy leaked juices she didn’t even try to squeeze back. She had tossed her panties into the trash with her bloodied clothes at Vic’s so there was no barrier to prevent moisture gathering at the juncture of her thighs.
He reached behind her neck and gently pulled her closer. “You smell delicious.”
“Wade, I --”
His finger pressed against her lips. “Don’t. It won’t stop me. Desire is dripping from you. I smell it.”
“This can’t go anywhere.”
“Right now, right here.”
His lips closed over hers and again his tongue was buried deep inside her mouth. So good. Jetta wanted more. She ran her fingertips over his chest, and his hair was as soft as she imagined it would be. His nipples rose in hard peaks as her palm caressed them. She broke the kiss. “I don’t want your pity.”
“You won’t get pity from me.” His hand moved through the side of her hair, lodging the thick waves behind her ear. Fingers feathered over her bruised cheek so delicately it felt like an airbrush.
“Last night, when you looked at me --”
“Shocked something so beautiful could be marred.” He pulled her back into his embrace. “People like you and me don’t look for pity.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. Let me have you here. Now.” Large, strong hands covered her ass, nestled her against his erection.
Need, want, lust, and far too long of going without fulfillment, blossomed through her channel. No amount of effort could stop what slipped from her mouth next. She bared her soul to him in the silence surrounding her home. “I haven’t been with a man in years.” Why did she tell him that? Jetta didn’t care what he thought about her. Or did she?
“It wouldn’t have mattered.” He brought a hand to the side of her face, his thumb brushed her lips and he lifted Jetta’s chin and stared straight into her eyes. “I’d never do anything to harm you.” Brown eyes bore into her. “I can’t carry any diseases.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind that statement registered but she didn’t care right now. She wanted this man, all of him, and his words had struck a chord. Jetta believed him. “I need you,” she whispered. He’d never understand how much.
Sweeping her into his arms, he backed through the doorway, turned and took the steps two at a time, heading toward her bedroom.
Standing her by the bed, his hands moved down her hips to the hem of the dress. He pulled it up and over her head so slowly she thought she’d die. Wade didn’t stop there. His eyes were full of fire as his fingers traveled a heated path down her chest to her belly. “Why are you trembling?” Puffs of warm air brushed her cheeks. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Anticipation… it’s been a long time.” Jetta’s words were barely audible.
When his head dipped and captured her lips in a hard, unyielding kiss, her knees buckled. Wade caught her and one arm held her pressed tight against his body. His tongue danced in her mouth, making her pussy clench in an attempt to stem the warm gush of liquid. His other hand grasped her butt, his fingers exploring her cheeks and the crevice there, causing her to push into his erection. “Please,” she muttered.
Easing her down to the mattress, he knelt in front of her and lifted first one foot, then the other to remove her shoes. His large hands massaged her feet before he stroked them up her legs to rest on her thighs. Pulling them apart, he sniffed loudly at the air. “I can’t stand smelling you much longer.” Wade reached for two large pillows at the head of the bed and shoved them behind her. He eased her back onto them. “I want you to watch me eat your pussy. I want you to see how much I like it.”
His hands drew across her stomach, stopping at the bite scars. He gently traced around it. Opening her legs wider, he eased between them and bent over to plant kisses on her belly.
Jetta cried out. No one had ever touched her like this. She tangled her hands in his thick, brown hair and held him to her. She shuddered when his tongue flicked her navel. She’d never felt so vulnerable. Tears slipped from her eyes as she watched him lick her skin.
“Silky smooth,” he murmured. His eyes were so bright they burned into her and made her want him more. With a hand under each thigh, he raised them until her feet rested on the bed. His tongue swept over the light dusting of hair she wished she’d taken the time to shave. Lifting his head, he gazed at her and whispered, “Don’t ever shave this off, Jetta. It’s soft, warm.” She’d died and gone to heaven. A man who wanted her pussy au naturel. “Watch, baby, watch me.”
His tongue slipped down her mound and delved into the wet folds. Jetta bowed up from the pillows. “Mmm, yes. More.”
“I plan to give you lots more.”
Chapter Three
Wade wouldn’t have stopped now if she begged. He’d never tasted anything as delicious as Jetta’s pussy. Holding her legs, he drove his tongue through her folds, leaving no spot untouched. His shepherd rolled and lolled inside, fully in harmony with the man.
Running his tongue back over her clit, he sucked and pulled at it, finally nipping it with his teeth. He nudged it with his tongue, prodded it until Jetta writhed beneath him and pressed upward into his face. More cream slipped from her canal, coating the moist, hot lips of her pussy. He lapped it all up.
Wade’s penis grew harder, bigger, and pressed agonizingly against the front of his pants. His balls were heavy and his cock was ready to burst. He couldn’t wait to bury it deep inside her, but he wanted her to be so wet and ready she’d beg for it.
“Uh, Wade.”
Raising his head, he saw the gleam in her eyes, knew she was close. “I can’t wait to be in you, honey.” He moved one hand between her legs and pushed two fingers inside her. He thrust them in and out, watching the pleasure play over her fa
ce. She never took her eyes from him. “You like that.”
“More, please.”
“More what?”
“Damn it, Wade. I want your cock inside me.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Stroking her channel a few more times, he eased his fingers out and stood to remove his clothes. He’d already had everything off once out back. It had been much easier to undress and let his stronger dog bound up the tree, though it was unnerving once he’d gotten inside. Wade had imagined going to the back door and finding her there with his pants and shirt in hand.
It wasn’t until her pink tongue darted over her lips and her eyes flickered with desire as she looked at him in the doorway outside that he remembered he’d failed to button his shirt. That’s why he preferred tees.
One of the drawbacks of being a shifter was the inability to have his clothes follow suit. The outfit he wore was one he had kept tucked in a hidden place close to Ren and Margy’s house for emergencies. He’d snagged them on the run last night after Jetta passed out. His leathers smelled so bad, he couldn’t bear to put them back on.
Gazing at her pale, shapely body, Wade wished he could flip her over and take her hard, the way he really wanted to. Bury his length deep in her ass. That had to wait. Nothing in the world would make him bring her any more pain. Nothing.
Rosy nipples stood hard and erect, peeking up at him. Unable to move, he grasped his shaft and stroked it. Drops formed on the tip and slipped over the crown when her tongue swept her full, pink lips. “Do that again.”
A secretive smile curved her mouth and she poked her tongue at him. “Is this what you want?” Slowly, the tip moved corner to corner, leaving her lips glistening. She pushed her finger into her mouth and sucked it, letting it come out with a little pop.
His hand jerked faster on his cock. “I could eat you some more.” He could tell his scent affected her. Her nostrils flared and Jetta’s full breasts shook with each breath of air. Wade wasn’t prepared when she sat up quickly and gripped his hip with her bandaged hand. Her mouth covered the knob of his cock so completely, he almost came.
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