by Leela Ash
Megan ignored him.
“I’m trying to find a place for my animal shelter. I got one already, but it seems the artisans over there would lose their jobs if I took over the place so I’m scouting for an alternative,” she said, still aiming that grin at Bo.
“Is, um, is this one to your liking?” Bo asked gesturing at the building.
It was unlike him to stutter even a little and Jack realized Bo must be feeling uncomfortable with the hidden undercurrents in the grins Megan had aimed at him.
“Yes, I rather like it,” she said with breezy confidence as she turned back to face the house, staring right over Jack’s head for all the world as though he were not there. “It’s old and quaint and it’s secluded enough for what I need. No neighbors around for several yards, so no one is gonna complain about the dogs barking and disturbing them.”
Bo considered it with a tilt of his head. The building looked decrepit enough to be on their demolition list. He threw Jack a questioning glance, but Jack was too busy positively drooling over Megan. The bastard!
“Well, not to distort your plans, but I suggest you get it checked out for safety first. I mean I am into construction, and at first glance, I’d say it’s not very safe for use right now. It would need one hell of renovation and probably outright demolition.”
Megan nodded her head, “I trust your judgment completely Bo. But perhaps you should take a look inside? The pillars seem strong to me.”
“Uh, alright. You come too Jack, you’ll be better able to tell if it’s a fire hazard or not.”
“I’m Luke by the way, their brother. Although they haven’t bothered introducing me and I’m starting to wonder about that brotherhood.”
Megan grinned up at the man with the incredible golden eyes that reminded her of a sleek black panther. She could just picture him roaming in the forests, his sleek, taut muscles flexing as he walked.
She really ought to be counseled, she told herself with an inward chuckle. Why did she seem to think of all three brothers in the animal sense? Her parents were the last shifters on earth, so she had better cut out trying to foist the characteristics on others.
“I’m Megan,” she told him offering her hand for a handshake. She braced herself for that same dash of electricity she felt whenever Jack touched her because after all Luke exuded so much more sexuality than his two brothers put together. But when he shook her hand, she felt nothing, absolutely nothing.
Her surprise registered in her eyes and when she looked at Luke, she saw the same surprise reflected in his golden gaze. Evidently, he had been expecting something too.
She turned and led the way back into the house, carefully side-stepping the damage Jack had done to the door. All through their exploration of the house, she carefully avoided Jack. She stuck close to Luke and Bo and acted as though three of them were the only people in the room.
Megan didn’t notice when Jack slunk off until she stopped feeling that charged, electric atmosphere. She turned around and discovered he had abandoned them somewhere in the dining.
Her heart groaned under the weight of crushing disappointment and she put her chin in the air, determined to ignore those annoying feelings until they went away.
She would not even notice his absence because his presence had been nothing, she told herself sternly.
So why was she blinking back tears?
Megan quickly lost interest in the rest of the house and the rest of what poor Bo was saying. She tried in vain to mask her impatience but after she glanced at her watch for the third time in the kitchen, Bo demanded, “Is there somewhere else you have to be?”
“Oh, my goodness. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude, it’s just I have another appointment in a few minutes.”
Bo inclined his head in acknowledgment as he turned and led the way from the room. They passed Luke staring in fascination at the oddly shaped fireplace which was round with something like a triangle cut out at the top. He joined them and all three of them emerged into the warm sunshine.
Megan’s hair fluttered in the wind as she looked around.
She started towards her car when a firm hand closed itself around her arm. Before she could even yelp she was jerked around to the side of the house and plastered against the wall. She stared up in shock at Jack’s furious expression.
“Let go of me,” she gasped looking around for Bo and Luke. But they were out of sight somewhere at the front of the house.
He held her in place with his hard sinewy body. “What are you playing at?” he demanded.
Megan glared up at him, “Gerroff.”
“Not a chance. First, I want an explanation. The last time I saw you, we were both happy to be in each other’s arms and I daresay we wouldn’t have stopped if Jeanine hadn’t wandered in. You watched me go with a mournful expression that said you wanted more—“
“I did not!” she gasped.
“You sure did and I wanted more too. I came back for seconds the next day and the day after but you were ‘away for the weekend.’ I missed you terribly and I counted the days until you returned because I was certain you would send me a message once that chirpy secretary gave you my own messages, but you didn’t.”
“My silence was the message,” she gasped, still struggling against his grip.
“The last time I saw you, you were so hot for me, just as I was for you and now today, you’re acting like a seventh century virgin with a stick up her ass.”
In that moment, Megan could have cheerfully slapped that supercilious expression off his face.
She contented herself with glaring at him with as much ice as she could muster as she enunciated in clear, freezing tones guaranteed to turn any normal man into a popsicle, “You have five seconds to get your hands off me otherwise I’m pressing charges.”
Clearly Jack wasn’t normal though. He grinned at her as though she’d just offered him the lottery.
“Five seconds you say? Oh hell, then there’s still enough time for this,” he growled even as he bent his head and took her lips in a fierce punishing kiss.
11.
The kiss suspended time. It suspended reality. It suspended everything.
Megan could hear someone moaning in the distance and it took her concerted effort to focus before she realized that that someone, was her.
Her hands were fisted helplessly at both ends of his collar. She’d thought she grabbed his collar to shove him off but instead she held him tighter yet against her body. She wanted him so desperately, it was almost a physical pain.
He was not kissing her, she realized. He was plundering her lips and staking his claim in some masculine, possessive stunt. She should be furious; she should smack him silly.
But oh goodness, it felt so good. It felt so amazing. She wanted him and she wanted him now.
That realization made her shift restlessly against Jack and he groaned as his erection pressed against her stomach.
Reality intruded a little and she gasped, “Bo and Luke—”
“Are dead men if they show their mugs here,” he finished with such ferocity that she giggled.
He was so turned on it was impossible to keep tight control for much longer. He had been in a constant state of arousal since he met her two weeks ago and his entire body was shaking with the need to fulfill undesired longings.
Megan groaned, arching her back in silent offering as Jack’s hand covered her breast. He kneaded the soft mound even as he swallowed her eager cries. His other hand trailed down to the short hem of her skirt and he groaned as she parted her legs granting him access. Her panties were very sheer and frilly. He tore the crotch with one hand.
She spread her legs wider for him and he slowly inserted one long finger. His hand encountered weeping softness and he growled, the lion in him rearing its head.
Megan was panting furiously as he inserted the finger inch by careful inch into her soft, tight hole even while ravaging her lips with endless kisses that left her breathless and made her whol
e body shake.
She gasped as he started to thrust with his finger; in and out, in and out, in and out. The rhythm was so amazing, and she groaned at the practiced expertise of the hand between her legs. He continued to fuck her with his finger while kissing her repeatedly until she started to shake and twist.
Megan’s eyes widened with shock as her very first orgasm ever began to shake her slight frame. In a matter of seconds, the world exploded in a kaleidoscope of color. She yelled his name unthinkingly and uncaring of whoever was listening.
“Yes baby, cum for me. Give it to me,” he groaned, bending his head to suck her breast through her shirt even as he fucked her with his finger.
Megan arched as she began to squirt vaginal fluids onto his waiting hands.
When she was done, she drifted back to earth slowly. The thrusting had ended, and she realized that the man standing in front of her was watching her, his eyes hooded and a very harsh expression stamped onto his features that made him look almost different.
Megan licked her lips, “I, um, I thank you.”
He quirked an eyebrow, “Thank you?”
She flushed. “Well, it was beautiful. I never knew it could be that…beautiful.”
He frowned, “Is this — Are you a virgin, Megan?”
She blushed this time to the roots of her hair, her silence answer enough.
His gaze heated as he looked at her, “You’re so sweet. So incredibly sweet.”
As though to emphasize his point, he carried his hand to his lips and still holding her gaze, he slowly began to lick the fluids — her fluids — off his hand.
Megan felt a surprising rush of arousal as she watched him and with a flash of clarity, she realized that his expression seemed so harsh and forbidding because he was restraining his own arousal. Her heart turned over in her chest. He had given her such exquisite pleasure and taken nothing for himself.
That was strange. She had always heard women complain about men who only ever took their own pleasure and thought nothing of the woman’s. She had come to believe all men were like that, apart from the ones in novels but Jack… he was different!
She wanted to give him pleasure too, she realized.
She wanted him to moan and shake and groan as he poured out his sperm.
“I’ll let you rearrange your clothing,” he started to say as he backed away obviously for self-preservation.
“Wait,” Megan cried grabbing his lapel and holding him in place. Her gaze on his, she reached for his fly. He tried to jerk away but she held fast.
“No Megan, you’re afraid of my size, remember? I never understood why, until now. But I cannot make love to you and if you touch me now, I will make love to you. I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“Good,” she whispered as she undid his fly.
“Megan, don’t,” Jack groaned even as her hand entered his pants and wrapped around the bulbous head of his head.
She lifted it out and gasped a little as she beheld his size again. Then she looked up at him and to his shock, she went down on her knees in front of him.
“Megan.”
She started to lick his tip and he threw back his head half-afraid he would cum all over her face. Her lips covered his tip while she wrapped her hand around the base and proceeded to give him head standing right there under the sunshine.
It was most delicious and provoking. Megan was the ice queen who always adhered to the unwritten rules and strictures of behavior in society and she was giving him head under the sun where anyone could happen by.
He held her head in place and began to thrust into her mouth faster and faster, but gently still… eager to cum so he could save them both from being caught and embarrassing her. His brothers must be wondering about them, he thought as he thrust faster.
With a loud roar he was certain could be heard for miles, he threw back his head and began to cum. He expected her to yank her head away because he released his grip on her head as he came. She didn’t. She continued to suck and lick until she had drained the last drop of juices from his dick.
Jack looked at her dazed and spent with far more pleasure than he had ever had in his years of bedding women across the globe.
Megan grinned sunnily at him as she rose to her feet, “You taste so good,” she moaned.
Just like that he was hard again. Incredibly.
As though she had read his intents, she turned around to face the wall and held it with both hands whilst presenting him her well-toned ass.
Her invitation was clear and more powerful than any he had ever received from even the most experienced of women.
With a growl of surrender, Jack yanked up her skirt with indecent haste. Her panties were already useless, turn completely at the crotch and he inserted his penis at her entrance. He slowed down a little to gentle his thrust as one of his hand curved around her lithe body to cover one breast in an almost calming gesture.
“It’s gonna hurt a little at first, Megan. I’m sorry,” he whispered.
She wriggled her hips with impatience, “I want you Jack. Just you.”
That confession broke the last of his control and he surged into her with one sure, powerful thrust. Megan screamed as the barrier of her virginity was broken. The pain was too severe, she thought.
But before she could ask him to stop, he was already moving and this time his thrusts were even sweeter than his thrusts with his finger. She relaxed against the side of the building, moaning as he plowed into her pussy.
Her body began to shake as she groaned and shook in his arms.
“Fuck! You’re so tight! So sweet! So incredibly sweet!” he panted as he fucked her with sure steady rhythms. “Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!”
Megan was gasping and groaning and twining her buttocks as he loved her. This was the most amazing feeling in the world, she decided as he loved her.
“Oh Jack! Oh Jack. Don’t stop,” she groaned.
Instinctively, she dipped one hand between her legs and began to stroke her clitoris as Jack fucked her. Suddenly his thrusts quickened and she groaned as pleasure began to build in that now-familiar pit of her stomach.
Unexpectedly Jack slapped her ass hard. She yelped. The pain collided with pleasure and before she could stop herself, she was shaking and screaming as she orgasmed.
Jack continued to thrust and thrust, deeper and deeper and faster until his screams mingled with hers as he poured his thick, sticky cum straight into her tight virgin pussy.
Megan drifted slowly to earth, content to remain in Jack’s arms forever. He was the sweetest man on earth and such an amazing lover, she thought dazedly.
She didn’t want him to pull out, she thought frantically clamping down on his penis with her inner muscles as he tried to pull out of her.
Jack laughed, the sound low and almost musical, “Don’t you want me to pull out of you my love?”
Megan chuckled. “No. I want us to stay like this forever.”
Jack laughed as he slapped her ass again, “Sounds like a plan darling but you might get sunburn,” he teased.
He pulled out slowly and Megan silently mourned the loss as she turned around and watched him zip his fly.
In that moment she realized something she hadn’t seen coming: for the first time in her life, she was in love with a man. She had fallen head over heels in love with Jack Sivan.
The realization was so staggering that she stumbled.
Jack caught Megan up against his body and she relaxed against him. He hugged her tight and then he kissed the side of her neck.
“You’re amazing. I can’t believe no one ever touched you until now. They must all have been blind,” he ventured his gaze possessive as he looked at her.
Megan smiled wanly up at him, still rattled by what she had just discovered. He dimpled back at her, heedless of her inner turmoil and at the same time making her breath catch in her throat.
She loved him. She loved Jack. She stared up at him in wonder. How had this happened? Somewhere betwe
en fighting her attraction to him and being angry with him because of what Jeanine had insinuated, she had fallen head over heels for him.
Jack tenderly raised one hand and cupped her cheek; almost as though he could hear her thoughts. He bent and placed a feather-light kiss against her lips, so gentle in its caress that it brought tears to her eyes.
As she stared up at him with large trusting eyes, Jack felt his heart skip a beat. What was wrong with him? Why did she affect him so much? No woman should ever look at a man like that, he decided. It made him feel like a hero. It made him feel he could climb the moon.
He started to bend to kiss her again but she held up a hand to his chest stopping him in his tracks.
Megan needed time. She needed to put all this in perspective, she decided, taking a quick step backwards to clear her head.
“I, um, I think you should go ahead. I need to um, rearrange my clothes and um, comport myself before I leave.”
He frowned at her, “I can’t possibly leave you all alone here Megan.”
She rolled her eyes at him, “Yeah, cuz I’m so fragile.”
He sighed and stepped back. There was a lot he needed to say to her, so much he needed to tell her and now might not be the time.
But he had tasted her once and he knew he had to have her again. It had been ages since sex excited him. He was bored with most of his past conquests before he had even finished ejaculating. But with Megan he had actually cum twice in a row. It had never happened before.
She was an enigma and he wanted to know more about her. He wanted… more of her.
She bit her lip looking slightly worried and rattled as though their encounter had affected her as much as it had affected him.
Jack raised one hand and stroked a thumb down the middle of her lip as he mouthed the words, “Later.”
She turned her head into his palm and kissed the center of his palm, her eyes alive with a million promises.
That last image of her stayed in Jack’s mind all the way to his car and for the entire drive home. Bo and Luke might as well have been invisible for all the attention he paid to them.
