by Erin Havoc
Pressing two fingers up and down her cleft, I watch her cheeks grow red, her moans choke out of her mouth. I finger her covered cunt, dreaming about the taste of her juices on my tongue. Circling a digit around her clit, I bring her closer to the edge, her body quivering as she lets herself feel.
Once more, she snaps her eyes open and steps away. “We shouldn’t. You’re my boss.”
I want to tell her I’m so much more than that. But I need to pursue her first. Make her want me back. “It doesn’t matter. Why would it matter?”
She has her keys in a fist, turning to the door. My body immediately misses her, her warmth, her softness. “It matters. I need the job, and a one-night stand can’t ruin it. Let’s pretend this never happened, shall we?” Her voice is shaky as she opens the main door.
“I never said I wanted a one-night stand, Robin.”
She halts a step inside the building. Looking at me with her brows scrunched together, she shakes her head. “I can’t have a relationship.”
“Why not?” My heart aches for this refusal. Her body wants me. Why isn’t she accepting our connection? The inevitable chemistry between us?
“Because I—I don’t—” She shakes her head several times, her eyes meeting mine once more. “It’s for the best if we both forget this. I need the job, you need a babysitter. Let’s not ruin it.”
With that, she shuts the door in my face. My heart shatters a little, but I hold on. I’ve never been one for giving up easily. And she said she needs the job, so she’ll keep on showing up.
All I have to do is bend her. Show her how perfect we are together. If her body responds to me, then I’ll use her body to show her that. Bring her immense pleasure. Make her feel adored. Then tell her what I really want from her.
Forever. That’s what I need.
I wait a minute so my hard-on softens a bit, then stride back to the car. Brianna’s still on her game, softly singing under her breath. I sit behind the wheel, fastening the seat-belt around me with a sigh. Robin’s going to need some work, but she’ll be worth it. She’s my mate, and that means we’re perfect for one another. But we’ve had lives before we met, and she has bruises. I have to learn to deal with them. Love them.
“Did you kiss her?” Brianna says, not lifting her eyes. The phone light bathes her cheeks as I watch her through the rearview mirror.
“I did.”
She giggles. “Took you long enough.”
5
ROBIN
Last night was... Amazing. Not what I expected. At all.
After the things I’ve gone through, I have to be honest and say that I never expected to feel this way for a man again. To want any man. To soak in Hunter’s embrace the way I did yesterday. To adore his taste.
To feel that arousal deep within me.
I’m honestly surprised. After the nightmare, I lived through with that shifter... That shifter who thought the entire world owed him for his precious existence... After that night, I thought no man would ever appeal to me.
Clearly, I was wrong. Hunter’s here to prove me that.
He’s handsome, so handsome it’s laughable. His sharp jaw and the wide build of his body make him look burly and tough. He’s so much taller than me, even when I’m not short myself. He should look scary. But he’s such a sweetheart. So kind with Brianna, always patient and interested in everything she has to say. He’s also funny, and he makes me laugh even when I don’t want to get close to him.
My brain tells me I shouldn’t give in. Shouldn’t be feeling this way.
But my heart leans to his warmth. My body aches for him. The kiss lingers in the back of my mind as I lock myself in my apartment, his heated lips making my mouth tingle. I feel his thumb stroking the underside of my breast even after he’s gone. My pussy aches with need for him, wet, hot. My clit throbs with how badly I wanted him to touch me.
That was the first time in a couple of months I touched myself. And it was thinking of him.
My day with Brianna goes on smoothly. And when Hunter arrives and his eyes meet mine and he smiles, I feel something shifting inside me. A wish. A want to have him.
Hunter’s so good and so interested. We have dinner and talk about our days and what we like and dislike, and his gaze is on me, rapt attention to my every word. It would be a lie to say I’m not into him.
Tonight goes differently. Brianna has made a friend in the neighborhood, and the girl asked for her to a sleepover. So after we drop Brianna, Hunter offers to take me home. And I don’t refuse it.
My body craves his, and this might be a good chance to give it a try. See if I still can feel the pleasure of a man’s hands. If I can surrender to it.
Inside the car, there’s silence for a moment. I can feel Hunter’s gaze lingering, singeing my skin as he observes me. Shifting so I can face him, I try to soften my expression.
“Sorry for sending you off last night,” I tell him, putting a strand of hair behind my ear. “I kind of panicked.”
A smile bursts across his face. “So you don’t hate me?”
“No,” I laugh, shaking my head. “No, of course not. I thought I made it clear yesterday that I... really like you.” Warmth blooms across my cheeks, but I try to ignore it. Fake it ‘til you make it, right?
Hunter’s big hand touches my knee, fingers closing around it. I feel the touch everywhere, waves of heat licking along my body. My breath catches, but I manage to hold the gasp back in.
“Good to hear. I thought I had crossed a line.” He juts his chin to the place his hand touches me. “Is this all right?”
I nod. “I like it when you touch me.”
His pupils darken as he meets my eyes, but he does nothing else. After a moment, he clears his throat and asks me more about why I panicked. And in a burst of trust, I tell him. Not with details, not directly. But I tell him.
How I used to be more open about things. How I was attacked in a party by a shifter. In little words, I tell him how the man liked to show off how much stronger he was. How he could easily drag me off to a corner. He tried to force himself upon me, and I was lucky my friends found me before...
The words become lumps inside my throat and I can’t speak them. Hunter rubs his finger in circles over my knee, and before I notice it, we’re parking in front of my building. Nothing happened per se. The shifter tried to force me. He groped me and forced his mouth against mine. But he didn’t rape me, and I’m so grateful for that.
But the memory still hurts. It had me on my toes, full of nerves, for weeks. It’s hard to describe, but when you live through something like that, your entire body keeps waiting for it to happen again. At any given time. The thought terrifies me. I couldn’t go out in the dark for a month.
That’s when I decided I needed new airs. A new city would help me put that behind me. And I could only hope I would meet a nice man to treat me well. Not a shifter. No, God. I don’t think I could ever date a shifter after that experience... But a nice human man, like Hunter. Brave and sweet, and so hot it makes my body ache.
Hunter turns the engine off and shifts to face me. He’s so big I’m surprised he manages to get inside the car. His hand still on my knee, he leans, our faces close. I inhale his woody scent, my body warming up to his proximity.
“That’s all behind now, Robin,” he tells me in a murmur. “You are safe now. I would never let anything like that happen to you again.”
I cock my head, opening a teasing smile. “How could that be? You’re not with me twenty-four-seven.”
“Right,” he rasps, his gaze fastened on my lips. “We should change that.”
With these words, he ends the space between us, capturing my mouth with his. I groan to the feeling of his body to mine as he unbuckles both our seat belts and brings me closer. He feels amazing. I want to commit to memory the way his body fits mine.
For some filthy twist of fate, this man wants me. Regardless of the bad memories, my body melts to his. Molds to his. Nothing feels like the kisses
he gives me.
They’re appreciative. They linger. A growl deep in his throat reverberates through his chest as I press a hand there, feeling his muscles tensing beneath my touch. He’s all hard muscles beneath my palm, and I can’t wait to explore more of him.
His tongue sweeps over mine in sensual strokes, making desire coil between my legs. My pussy throbs with need, wetness soaking my panties with every new move. Hunter’s fingers bury in my hair, messing it up, tangling in the strands. I moan against his lips, pressing my body to his. My nipples tighten and I brush them against his chest, seeking relief from this beautiful ache.
“Fuck,” he grunts into my mouth. “You’re so hot, sweetheart. I’m dying to pinch these nipples of yours.”
A flood of arousal leaves me as I gasp with his words. Just learned I love dirty talk. “Then why don’t you?” I say in an alien, croaky voice. I’m hyperventilating and no one can blame me.
“I don’t want to force you into anything. We can take all the time you want.”
It’s so lovely he thinks that. But I don’t care about time right now. Thrusting my chest forward, I look at him through half-lidded eyes. “Touch it? Please?”
He roars, and it kind of scares me a little. But then his hands are on my breasts and I’m a goner. Hunter nibbles along my neck, sucking on my most sensitive spots as if he knows them by heart. He circles my nipples with his thumbs, willing them even harder, turning me into a whimpering, pleading mess.
Pressed against the seat, I surrender to him. I part my thighs and grip his hair as I moan out loud. The windows fogging, my breath catches on my throat as Hunter does as he promised and pinches my nipples. His touch sears my skin and I’m dying to be out of these clothes. It’s so hot. So hot in here. Sweat coats my skin as I move, pressing my thighs together to find some relief from this ache.
It’s impossible. No matter how hard I rub my thighs together, the need is very specific. My body wants him. Nothing I do to myself will help.
“Hunter,” I cry his name in the most pathetic manner, and I don’t care. My dignity was the first thing I lost when he put his hands on me. “Touch me.”
He brushes his lips against mine, his breath coating my tongue. He’s also out of breath, and it makes me proud to know I have this effect on him. “Where, baby?”
Amassing all my courage, I grip his hand and take it to the place between my legs. His eyes widen slightly and he crushes his mouth to mine again.
His fingers trail up and down my cleft, and I slide lower on the seat, parting my legs. Pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt shoots through me. Hunter explores my pussy, rubbing my clit just right. Everything feels like he has a manual of my body.
Circling my hips, I beg for more. I need more of his touch. Everywhere. Gripping his shoulders for dear life, I buck into his hand, little mewls escaping my mouth as I feel lust coursing through my veins. Inebriating me.
“Do you like this, baby?” He grunts into my ear, sucking my lobe between his teeth. I shiver, his ministrations bringing me closer and closer to the edge. “Say it. Tell me how you like it?”
“Yes, yes,” I sigh, breathless and half-insane. “Touch me. Touch me.”
Without a second thought, Hunter snakes his hand into my pants and parts my folds. He groans to the wetness he finds there, and I bite my lower lip in anticipation. Sticking a finger inside me, he coats his digits with my juices, then brings his fingertips to my clit.
He teases me for a moment, running circles around the throbbing nub without touching it. But as I tremble and beg shamelessly, he finally touches me where I need him.
Two flickers of his wrist and I’m gone.
I explode in a huge orgasm, the biggest I’ve ever had. It rocks down my body, crashing over me several times like a wave I can’t surface. Drowning me. Robbing me of all available breath. I shake and moan desperately, and, God, I’ve never felt this way. No one has ever brought me this high, this fast.
Hunter’s mouth stamps down on mine and he kisses me fiercely. I reach out without thinking and pat around his pants for his cock. When I close my fingers around it, I gasp in surprise.
It’s freaking huge. Thick as hell.
Heat blooms in my face. The knowledge I want his cock inside me burns like a flame.
“Come up to my apartment,” I breathe into his kisses. He cuts me in, devouring my mouth with everything he has. Pulling back, I repeat the request, and Hunter finally pulls his hand from my pants.
Just to stick it into his mouth. He sucks my juices from his fingers in such a way I almost come again.
“Are you sure?” He asks in a hoarse voice that tells me he’s barely holding back.
Nodding feverishly, I grasp his cock even tighter. He grunts, his eyelids fluttering shut. “I may pass out if you don’t fuck me.”
He kisses me again. “Fuck, Robin. You’re perfect, you know that?”
I chuckle into the kiss and pull back. We leave the car and enter my building hand-in-hand, and I’m so ready for him.
To surrender. To give myself away. No fear. No hesitation.
I know he’s going to treat me just right.
6
HUNTER
Robin’s plump lips drop open as I explore her cleavage. We waste no time after we enter her place. Arousal overshadows my self-control, and I fumble with her shirt, my fingers itching to just rip the damn fabric apart.
Her perfect tits bounce as I pull the shirt over her head. My fingers latch on the hook of her bra, the last piece of cloth that keeps me away from her. My mouth waters with how hard I need her breasts in my mouth. As soon as she’s free from it, I cradle both tits in my hands and press my face to the space between, taking deep breaths.
“Fuck,” I grunt, my voice hoarse with desire. “You smell incredible.”
Robin moans, her hand finding my hair as she arches her back, offering herself to me. I give my undivided attention to her tits, lapping at the soft skin, sucking at her nipples. The two hard knots point at me, at her mate, and I take turns flicking and sucking, giving them thorough attention. I’d spend my entire day here. No, my entire life. Fuck, she’s perfect.
Robin hugs me around the waist and pulls me along. We walk into her bedroom, my hands never abandoning her breasts. I run circles around her nipples, feeling the skin against my fingertips. She’s so soft. Smooth and perfect all over.
“Hunter,” she breathes into my shoulder as we reach her bed. Everything seems real now. About to happen. My bear thrashes inside me, and I beg him to have patience. Give me some time. Yes, her body is delectable. Yes, her whimpers are driving me crazy. But I can’t divide my attention between keeping my bear under control and giving Robin all the pleasure she wishes for.
“Yes, baby?”
Her fingers trail down my stomach to finger the edge of my shirt. “I want you out of these clothes...” She says it timidly, almost uncertainly. I adore it. The way she’s so brave and so forward, but at the same time so unsure about the entire thing.
I pull my shirt off carelessly, tossing it to one side. Robin’s hands rub up against my stomach with curiosity as I lay her down, hovering over her curvaceous body with mine. I’m so big compared to her. She fits in the space of my shadow on the mattress.
Nimble hands finger my six-pack as I lick along her neck. I want to nibble on it, try the soft skin there, but my bear wouldn’t have it. He would fight even harder for me to bite her already. Mate her. Mark her as mine. I can’t betray her trust. She’s been hurt, it’s clear, and I can’t ruin this moment with a selfish will driven by possessiveness.
Trailing my mouth down the space between her breasts, I kiss her sternum, heated, open-mouthed kisses that make her arch her back. Robin flaunts her breasts at me, and I’m confused for a moment. I don’t know which place I want to explore first. Her tits beg for me, but I want to kiss the rest of her body, and I need to get my lips around her clit. Taking deep breaths, I scent her arousal. Sweet, sweet like candy. I need to lap at her
center, drink her juices.
My heightened sense of smell will drive me crazy. Her juices beckon me. Her center calls my name.
My cock twitches hard inside my pants. It’s so hard now it aches. My balls grow heavy with how much load I have to spill into her. Fill her womb. Impregnate her on the first try.
Finally, I manage to pry my lips from her bountiful tits. My fingers still circle them as I kiss her stomach, down her waist to the waistband of her pajama pants. Robin’s hands brush up and down my shoulders, exploring my skin and leaving trails of fire along the way.
Tugging her pants down, I slowly reveal her panties for me. My gaze riveted on the vale between her legs, I strip her of the leggings to have a good look at her center.
Her white panties are simple, made of cotton. And I’ve never seen anything so hot.
There’s a dark patch where her juices soaked through. I let the pants drop around her ankles, my throat closing with how badly I need to taste her. Licking my lips, I crane my neck and bury my face into her cunt.
Robin releases a gasp, and I feel the sound deep in my balls. A tug, a plead for me to fuck her already. Pressing my face between her legs, I take deep inhales of her scent. The wetness of her panties covers my mouth, and I suck the cloth in, tasting it on my tongue. The tease floods my senses, making my mind grow fuzzy. My bear growls, and the sound echoes in my chest.
Robin closes her knees around me, and I have to pry them apart once more. With the tip of my nose, I rub her clit over her panties, slightly, circular motions that are supposed to tease her. Moving my hips, I buck into the mattress, trying to relieve some of this aching need.
Opening my mouth, I press the flat of my tongue to her cunt. Once more, she makes to close her knees and I keep them apart. “Oh, Hunter! I’m almost coming again!”
My bear roars this time, and I give in to him. Just a little.
