by Renee Rose
Having Levi beside me… the guy who’d had his hands on me… in me? I liked being with him. Beside him. I liked him.
Keely was right. I should have fun. I should have Levi. Why not?
He looked at me, and I realized he was waiting for an answer to his question.
“Oh um, yes. I live with him now. I noticed he was forgetting stuff since my grandma died. Little things. He’d ask me the same question five minutes apart. He’s eighty, and I worried about him being alone all the time.”
“He’s all right with you away?”
“The neighbor is keeping an eye on him. It’s getting worse, I won’t deny it. Soon I’ll have to make decisions about his care.” Tears threatened, and I blinked them away. “Sorry, grandparents are special, you know?”
He stopped just outside the bunkhouse door. He sighed, took off his hat and looked down at the ground. “I moved in with my grandparents when I was fourteen after my parents died. They hated my dad for taking my mom away from them.” His voice was flat, and it was clear this was a sore subject for him.
I set my hand on his arm.
He offered me a quick glance. “It’s not bad like it sounds. My parents loved each other. Desperately. But that didn’t matter to my grandparents. They blamed my father for her death. And I looked like him.”
“They took their grief out on you,” I said, my voice soft.
He stared out at the prairie, seeing the past, not the tall grass. “My grandparents weren’t kind people. I’ll just leave it at that. I left the minute I turned eighteen. Never went back.”
I could tell there was much he wasn’t saying. Four years of hurt and… worse.
“What’s this about gravy?” he asked, clearly switching topics. I went with it.
“Pops likes gravy. I detest anything drowning my food.”
“I like gravy,” he said, his smile returning. He opened the door for me.
“I’m sure you do. A big cowboy like you is always hungry.”
He hooked my hip and pulled me into him. I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes.
“I’m hungry now,” he said, his voice going deep. “I had a taste of you on my fingers, and I want more.”
“Oh,” I said.
He took my bag from me, carefully set it beside the door.
“I want to get you naked. Get you in my bed. Get between those thighs and eat you out. You’ll come, doll. Again and again until I get my fill. Okay with you?”
He waited. I processed and let my body melt under the heat of his stare. Turn soft and pliant like pulled taffy.
Was that okay with me? Hell yes, it was.
“Race you to the stairs.” I took off at a sprint. I heard his heavy footfalls behind me, and I squealed with laughter. Yeah, maybe I could have some fun with a sexy cowboy. Especially if he wanted to eat me out.
10
LEVI
* * *
Why the fuck had I been so butthurt about having a human under my roof? Now I was in seventh heaven.
Charlie couldn't know it, but chase was a game all wolves loved. Even for me, a shifter who’d never shifted. She bolted across the main room, and my wolf howled. I grinned and took off after her, easily catching up and tossing her into my arms with my superior strength.
She shrieked and giggled, then covered her mouth, as if giggling was something she never did.
“I’m gonna keep you screaming all night,” I warned, but I kept my tone playful, so I wouldn’t make her nervous. It was her first time, and she was human. I’d have to dial back my usual sexual aggression. Not too much because I wasn’t going to hide who I was from her, but I’d save the hard fucking for round two.
I was like a sex-starved teenager again around her. My dick was always hard. I was hyper-focused on having sex. I thought about it day and night. I jerked off like I was sixteen, more than once a day. And damn, my teenage years had been rough—sexual repression mixed with wolf repression had made for an extremely grumpy and maladjusted young man.
Now? I still had to hide that I was a wolf, but Charlie was game to get down. She wasn’t a virgin on prom night. We weren’t going to fumble around in the backseat of a car.
I’d get her bare, get her beneath me and get in her. I’d make it good for her, too. If the way she got off on my hand was any indication, she’d take to my dick easily enough.
I carried Charlie to my bedroom, only because my bed was bigger, and I wanted room to really spread her thighs and show her heaven. I kicked open my door and tossed her down on my king.
“You remember your job?” I asked as I tossed my cowboy hat on the dresser and stripped off my shirt.
It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have taken my hands off Charlie because she looked like she was in her head again, coming up to sit awkwardly on the mattress and staring at me.
I tackled her to her back, pinning her wrists beside her head. “Hmm?” I was holding her down, but if she showed any indication of nerves or changing her mind, I’d let her up. I’d watched her mind go blank earlier, and I’d do it again.
If there was someone who needed to come hard and often, it was the little vet pressed beneath me.
“Um.” She rubbed her full lips together.
“Your job is to tell me what you like and don’t like,” I reminded her.
She relaxed, and that release, that giving over, fucking did something to me. “Got it.”
I worked the pearl snaps on her shirt. “That’s your only job. You let me worry about the rest. Okay?”
Relief swam in her warm brown eyes. She nodded her agreement and let me slip the blouse down her shoulders and off her arms. “Mmm. This is pretty.” She wore a pale pink bra, which set off her dark skin. Fucking beautiful.
“Matching set?” I asked, flicking open the button on her jeans and sliding them down her legs. She shifted her hips to help me, toeing off one boot then the other, letting them thump to the floor.
Dayum. It was a matching set. The satin and lace panties made her look like a goddess stretched out on my bed. Her skin all but glowed in the evening light coming through the window.
“You are so beautiful.” I straddled her and dropped a kiss between her breasts, then above her belly button. Below it. I kissed the fabric of her panties, right above her clit. I nipped her labia through the silky material then her inner thigh.
I rolled her to her belly and gently bit her ass, making her gasp, the look over her shoulder at me. I grinned wolfishly. Yeah, I was going to show her everything.
Her body was lean, but her ass was full and round, the perfect combination of muscle beneath a soft cushion. I gave it a gentle slap, remembering how she’d mentioned being spanked in her phone call.
She bit her lip, and that little crease in her forehead showed those wheels in her head were turning again.
“Did you like that?”
Her breath came in short pants. “I-I think so.”
I slapped the other cheek. “You tell me more when you want more, or go on when you want me to try something else.”
“More,” she murmured, barely over a whisper.
She bit her lip, clearly worried that one word had come out. That she’d told me what she liked, that she’d wanted something a little naughty. But a playful spanking wasn’t the dirtiest thing we’d do. She just didn’t know it yet.
“That’s my girl.” I gave her another slap, a little harder. She didn’t flinch, only gave a little whimper, then a delicious hip roll. I spanked her ass a few more times, then hoisted her hips up until her knees came under her. When I unhooked her bra, it fell open to the sides. Reaching underneath her chest, I pinched her nipple into a stiff, hard peak. I stroked her ass, squeezing and kneading it, then gripping her hips. It was a position I wanted to fuck her in.
Desperately.
I wouldn’t—not tonight, anyway—but the sight of her ass in the air, waiting for me, got me hotter than hell.
I rubbed my fingers between her legs over her panties. They were
damp with her arousal, and I pushed them to the side and stroked over her wet folds.
She startled, then stilled when I began to play. So wet. So hot. So plush and swollen.
I had to taste her.
Now.
I pulled her panties down, and she straightened her legs and dropped back to her belly to let me take them off her, shaking off her bra at the same time. She was right there with me. Naked.
“Screaming is allowed,” I said as I pushed her to her side and hooked my hand under the top knee to pull it up and open. “So is hair tugging. Any guy been here before?”
She frowned, then shook her head.
“Okay, doll. You said you were a virgin, but I wasn’t sure how much you played. I have to admit, knowing I’m the first guy to get here, to get my mouth on you…” I reached down and pressed hard against my dick to get control again.
I ignored her uncertain look as I lowered my head and licked into her.
She gasped, jerking hard.
I tsked. “Hold still for me, doll. I need to taste you.”
I flicked the tip of my tongue against the hood of her clit lightly several times, then swirled my tongue around it with more pressure.
Her moan was a sweet reward. I traced the inside of her sex, sucked and nipped her labia.
Her legs thrashed around my shoulders, and she reached for my hair, tugging tentatively at first, then with more force. It only made me impossibly harder.
“That’s right, doll. Show me where you want my mouth.” I made my tongue stiff and penetrated her, but she tugged my face higher. I got my lips over her little nubbin and sucked and she cried out, yanking my hair.
I worked one finger inside her and pumped it as her legs went wild around me. Then I worked a second in and curled them to stroke her inner wall, seeking that elusive G-spot. She started vocalizing—letting out short gasps and choked cries. Little keening syllables of need.
“Yes… ung… please… oh!”
I found the place where the tissue felt different—stiffened and raised under my fingertips and worked the spot, listening to her cries grow more frantic. My dick surged against my zipper, rock hard and aching, but tonight wasn’t about me. I needed to get my sexy veterinarian comfortable with letting go and allowing herself to experience pleasure with a male—me—before I even thought about popping her cherry.
She’d already come once in the stable, and she was almost there for number two. I’d get more off her until she knew she was a wild, passionate woman. Until her brain was empty, and all she could think about was how I made her feel.
By the time our two weeks were through, Charlie would never have trouble asking for—even demanding—what she wanted or needed from a man.
Except thinking of Charlie with another male stirred some deep-seated jealousy I’d never experienced before, which had me working her pussy with even more intent. Her orgasms were mine. It wasn’t like me to be possessive of the human females I fucked. Not by a long shot. Strange that this one evoked something primitive in me. Primitive? Hell, yes. She was so beautiful like this, lost, wild in her complete abandon. And I was doing it to her.
I was fierce in my determination to show her everything.
But I forgot all that the moment Charlie cried out and came all over my face. I pumped my fingers in and out of her as her tight channel squeezed and fluttered, pelvic floor lifting and pulling up. She dripped onto me, my palm drenched, my lips and chin covered.
“Oh my God. Oh my gawd!” she moaned. “Levi.”
“That’s right, doll,” I said, licking my lips. “I love it when you say my name while you come.”
“Oh God.”
“Levi will do,” I deadpanned, pulling my fingers out of her and licking them, too.
She pushed up on her elbows, her dark hair mussed, face flushed. “Wow.”
I grinned, feeling more than a little pleased with myself. “I haven’t even punched that V-card for you, yet.”
Her flush grew brighter, and she flopped on her back and stared at the ceiling. “Wow,” she repeated.
“I’ll get you some water. We need to keep you hydrated.” I winked before I slipped out of the room to grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge. When I came back, I was half afraid she’d be getting dressed or hiding under the covers, but she hadn’t moved. She still lay gloriously naked in the center of my bed, her muscles slack, a small smile on her face.
I’d put it there.
I fucking loved knowing that.
11
CHARLIE
* * *
Wow. I couldn’t stop saying it.
Or thinking it.
I’d never orgasmed so hard in my life. Battery operated boyfriends and showerheads did not compare to a real partner. And he’d done it not once, but twice.
His attention to detail was… impressive. And he was still clothed.
Levi cracked open a bottle of cold water and handed it to me. I stared at him as I sipped. I really wasn’t sure how it happened that I suddenly had this hot cowboy’s undivided attention on me and my body. On my lady parts. I’d never attracted that much male attention before. Probably because I didn’t put out the vibe. That’s what Keely always told me, anyway.
He’d made it so I had zero doubt he was into me. As I said, he was still wearing his clothes! Any guy only interested in getting off would have been naked, in me, finished and out the door by now. But Levi? I’d come twice… and I hadn’t even seen his dick.
That dick, though, looked like the size of a large cucumber in his pants, but he still didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get his own needs met. I swallowed, looking at the bulge. Because soon—very soon—that big cock was going to be between my legs.
“Why am I the only one naked here?” I blurted, starting to get nervous about the whole thing.
He grinned and in one smooth motion, pulled his t-shirt over his head with one hand. “You wanna see the goods?”
My face grew warm. Did I? Um, hell yes, I did! Judging from his massive, muscled bare torso, the rest of him was going to be magnificent. “Yep. Show me what you’ve got, Sheriff.”
My smile slipped when I realized what I said, but I couldn’t go there now. This wasn’t the time to get back in my head and panic. Or freak. Or… think. Keely said to have fun, and I was going to have fun, even if it killed me. Death by orgasm.
His smile grew wider as he stripped out of his jeans and boxers and crawled onto the bed.
I drew a sharp breath.
Hung like a horse did actually sum it up.
Oh shit.
That thing was supposed to fit inside me. I stared at it. Long and thick with a flared crown. The color of it was darker than the rest of him. A pearly bead of pre-cum appeared at the slit.
My inner walls clenched.
He chuckled as he climbed over me. “It’ll fit.” Damned mind reader.
“I know,” I said, sounding more defensive than I meant to. My brain was already running through everything I knew about breeding horses. And humans. I was properly aroused. I would stretch to accommodate him.
Wouldn’t I?
“We don’t have to do this tonight,” he said, probably reading my anxiety.
“No!” I said quickly. I was not going to get this close to losing my virginity and chicken out. That would just be stupid. “We’re doing this. I’m not a prom date to deflower. It’s not that big of a deal.”
He was huge and every part of him was hard as brick, but he let me push him onto his back, so I was above him. He stretched one long arm toward the nightstand where a box of condoms was tucked away and pulled one out as I straddled him.
Save a horse, ride a cowboy, as they said.
I could do this. I could definitely do this.
Levi’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he rolled the condom over his member. God, he should be proud of that thing.
“I like it when you take charge, Doc. Work yourself down onto me. You just use me as your own personal fuck-toy. Get yours
elf off and don’t worry about me. You can’t do anything wrong, and I’m gonna enjoy every fucking second of it.” His hands settled at my hips, and he gave me a little squeeze.
I loved his reassurances. I wasn’t sure how he even knew to give them. I doubted he was the type who took a woman’s virginity often, especially considering his age and attractiveness. Hell, unless he went after teenagers, there weren’t many like me left at our age. I was probably the only thirty-year old virgin in Montana. Not for long.
Maybe my nerves were that transparent. I took a deep breath, looked down at Levi. He was relaxed, but aroused. Patient, but eager. Needy, but patient. Everything about him had me relaxing. I was wet. Primed. Two orgasms had me relaxed-ish. I could do this.
Everything receded but the feel of Levi beneath me. The soft prickles of the hairs on his legs against mine. The feel of his breathing beneath my palms on his chest.
His reassuring gaze. No, it was the heat I saw, the need… for me that had me nodding. I’d made him this way. Hard and ready to fuck.
Levi gripped the base of his cock and held it steady for me, and I lifted my hips and lowered myself onto him slowly. The broad head settled at my entrance, and because I was so wet, it pushed inside. Gravity helped, and he stretched me open. I gasped at the feel.
A shiver of pleasure ran through me. It felt good.
So good.
Levi groaned, his nostrils flaring. He looked down at the place where my flesh parted to accept his, eyes almost seeming to glow in the lamplight.
“That’s so hot, Charlie.”
Something about hearing him say my name in that rough, hungry voice made my pussy squeeze around the tip of his cock. I lowered some more.
He thrust up in response, and I gasped at the sudden stretch. “Sorry! Sorry, doll. It just felt so good. You keep squeezing my dick like that, and you’re going to find yourself on your back getting nailed like a porn star.”
I choked out a laugh, but his teasing relaxed me, and I took him a little deeper, and then deeper until I sat fully on his lap.
