He laughed, a low menacing sound. “You’re a hell of a lot more than that.”
He settled his hands on her hips, heat soaking into her skin through the thin fabric of her skirt. Her anger started to fade with his touch, but a knot of worry formed. How was it that she could be that pissed, but the minute he touched her, it started to weaken? He couldn’t be right about the mate thing—she was apparently just too easily distracted by a hot guy for her own good. But it wasn’t just any hot guy she admitted to herself. It was just Caleb.
He took a forward step with each backward move she made, walking until they were in the living room. Aroused excitement unfurled in the pit of her stomach as she hit the back of the couch. Her purse slipped from nerveless fingers to the floor as his thumbs brushed down and over her belly and back up again. Her pussy clenched emptily, and all she could think about was getting him inside her again.
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Look, I want you, but…”
He pressed kisses along the column of her neck, moving to the sensitive spot behind her ear. Her thoughts vanished until all she could think about was his warm breath caressing her skin and his body pressed against hers.
“You were saying?” he whispered.
She was saying what? When he was standing this close, and all she could smell was the forest and the heat of his skin, she had no clue what she might have said.
“About what?” she forced out the words, even though the proper sounds were nearly impossible to form.
A slow, seductive smile curved his lips. “I believe you were telling me that you wanted me,” he murmured as his hand slipped between them and untucked her blouse from the waistband of her skirt.
“Right.” The word sounded more like a sigh than speech. “That.” She closed her eyes. “You know, it’s impossible to think when you do this.”
He drew his fingertip from the base of her throat down through the valley between her breasts. “When I do this?”
She could hear the smile in his voice.
He opened her top button. “How about when I do this?”
She caught his finger and scowled at him. “Can’t think.”
He chuckled. “Would I be a horrible person if I admitted that was part of the plan?”
A shiver worked through her. As she tried to collect her thoughts, he finished unbuttoning her shirt, splaying his big, warm hand over her belly and toying with the edge of her bra.
She pressed his hand flat against her skin, stopping his motion. “You need to know—this doesn’t change anything. I’m not your mate. I’m not going to become your mate. I’m going back to California in a couple days.”
He frowned. “Right. You’re just the chick I’m bringing home to fuck after a wedding.”
The harshness in his voice made her chest ache, but she wasn’t backing down.
“Take it or leave it.”
Chapter Four
Caleb’s frown deepened. “Fine.”
Brenna’s breath caught in her throat as he grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around to face the couch. The need that had tumbled through her earlier, increased, tightening her pussy as the insides of her thighs grew slick with her arousal.
“You like this,” he whispered harshly against her ear. “You like it when I take charge.”
She couldn’t deny it. She sure as hell didn’t understand it, but there was something undeniably hot about Caleb taking control.
He yanked her blouse off her shoulders and halfway down her arms, leaving them pinned behind her. He thrust his rock-hard cock against her ass, his pants catching on her skirt. When she whimpered, he did it again, his fingers dropping to the closure and releasing it. Her skirt fell to the floor with a whisper of fabric.
He squatted behind her and stroked his work-roughened fingertips down her leg, sending tingles of awareness shooting through her as he lifted her foot free of the tangle of clothing. He repeated the action with the other leg, his breath hot on her thighs. When she moved to take off her shoes, he tapped her ass sharply. “Leave them.”
A shiver worked through her as he stood, his fully clothed body skimming her mostly nude one. Wearing nothing but her bra, half a shirt and high-heeled black pumps, she leaned against the back of his couch.
Working his foot between hers, he kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs. She couldn’t suppress the needy groan that escaped. Taking off his shirt, Caleb added it to the growing pile on the floor and chuckled, wrapping his bare arms around her. The silky hair on his forearms tickled her skin. “I’m learning so many interesting things about you, Bren. Things that mean you’re going to spend the rest of your time here tied to my bed.”
She practically came at the roughly whispered promise.
Keeping her pinned to his chest, he slid a hand down toward her center, his fingers slipping between her soaking folds. His shuddering breath stirred her hair. “You’re so wet. You’re practically burning me.”
Changing direction, he moved his hands up her torso and palmed her breasts. She arched her back, pushing hard against him. She needed more from him. She wanted to be mindless—all thoughts of mates and forever gone. Nothing but how it felt to have their bodies straining together. Then even that thought vanished as he slipped his hands inside her bra, cupping her swollen flesh. Her nipples peaked against his callused fingers as he teased her, thrusting against her ass as he toyed with the pebbled tips.
She tried to free her hand to open the front clasp of her bra, but when he sensed her movement, he pressed more tightly against her, trapping her arms between them. But that only served to put his cock at hand level. Twisting her wrists, she unfastened his belt and the button on his pants. It took a little more wriggling to get his zipper down, but she managed it.
She hadn’t gotten a chance to touch him before—that wasn’t going to happen this time. She wanted her hands and mouth all over him. She wanted memories to take away with her when she left. Slipping her hand inside his underwear, she wrapped her fingers around his cock. Hot velvet-covered steel—he was unbelievably thick. And she couldn’t wait to get him inside her again.
At this angle, it was difficult to stroke him the way she wanted to, but judging by his strangled groans, she must have been doing something right. She brushed her thumb across the wide head, smearing pre-cum over his smooth skin. She’d never wanted to go down on anyone as much as she did Caleb. Her mouth practically watered for him.
“I want to taste you,” she rasped, ignoring the blush she felt staining her cheeks.
His hips jerked against her ass, and his ragged inhalation sent goose bumps chasing along her limbs. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and fingertips, pinching sharply and tugging. “I want this to last, brat,” he said, his voice sounding more gravelly than usual. “I’m not sure it would if you wrapped those pretty lips around my cock.”
Her pussy clenched at his nearly growled words. “Does this mean you’re not going to fuck me any time soon?”
His only response was a laugh as he trailed his fingers over the sensitive flesh of her stomach, down toward her cleft, plunging inside the warmth of her body while his thumb brushed across her clit. Streaks of pleasure shot through her, and her legs started to tremble. It was a good thing Caleb was holding her up with his arm pinned over her chest because she wasn’t sure how much longer she could remain standing on her own.
She tugged at his pants, trying to push them aside, wanting to feel his skin against hers. But her awkward position made it nearly impossible.
“Something you need?” he asked, amusement heavy in his voice.
“You’re not funny,” she panted, barely able to form words with her arousal-clouded brain.
He pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder, and she felt him smile against her skin. The way he shifted behind her, she could tell he was toeing off his shoes and socks. He momentarily pulled his arm from around her chest and pulled out his wallet, laying it on the back of the couch before he shoved off his pants. The tip of his cock brushed the small of her back, leaving a smear of pre-cum on her skin. She shivered at the slick, damp heat and the feeling of his thick length against her ass as he wrapped his arm around her again, pressing hot kisses to the middle of her back.
Releasing her, he grabbed his wallet and rifled through it before cursing under his breath.
“Problem?” she asked.
He guided her to lean against the back of the couch. “Stay here, and don’t move.”
With her hands behind her back and her balance wobbly in her heels, she didn’t have much of a choice. Well, she did. She could shrug off the blouse if she chose to. But she didn’t. More than anything, she wanted to see what would happen—what he’d do next. Her arousal heightened as Caleb disappeared down the darkened hallway behind her. Goose bumps washed over her skin as his warmth soon faded from her flesh. She heard the click of a light switch and the rattle of a medicine cabinet as he rummaged through it—looking for condoms, she supposed. A shiver worked through her, but this time, it was anticipatory. She’d had him not more than an hour ago, and she was ready for him again.
The sound of footsteps behind her had her peering over her shoulder as Caleb returned, sealed packet in his hand. “I thought I told you not to move, Bren.”
His words belied the conversational tone. His hand smoothed over her ass cheek almost contemplatively.
“I’ve never really gotten along with authority figures,” she murmured.
He lifted his hand and brought it down—hard—against her ass. “Clearly,” he said, spanking her again. “We’ll need to work on that.”
It was impossible to stifle her moans as he let his palm rain down on her skin. The sharp pain quickly became almost overwhelming, but then it began to change. Warmth seeped into her pussy as his hand continued to fall. Slumping over the back of the couch, she offered her ass for more as arousal slicked her thighs. She was so close. So close to coming. Just a little more and he’d push her over the edge.
He stopped.
He fucking stopped.
It was almost impossible to crane her neck and look at him from where she was draped over the couch, but she managed it. Breathing heavily, he stared at her ass, his hand hovering above it.
“I can feel the heat rising off your skin.” Lowering his hand, he smoothed it over her burning flesh. The brush of his work-worn fingers on her over-sensitized skin had her crying out and whimpering, begging him to take her.
He dragged his fingers through her dripping cleft, circling the entrance to her pussy before sliding back to tease the puckered opening of her ass.
“Oh my God, just fuck me already,” she demanded, her voice mostly muffled by the cushion beneath her. Relief flooded her at the sound of the condom packet tearing open. She almost wept as he dragged the thick head of his cock along her cleft before finally pressing into her. He tunneled through her tender tissues; the friction almost unbearable as he seated himself fully against her ass. His hair abraded her hypersensitive flesh, but the discomfort mixed deliciously with the pleasure of having him inside her, filling her.
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back until she was almost standing, pressed as tightly to his chest as they could manage with her hands behind her back. A scream strangled in her throat at the change in angle. A couple more thrusts and she’d be there.
He slipped his arm around her, splaying his hand across her belly as he pounded into her, his fingers toying with her clit.
Letting her eyes fall closed, her head dropped forward, her internal muscles clenching around him.
“Hey, we brought the car—
”
Brenna’s eyes flew open in horror, and she saw Ethan and Jake standing in the open doorway watching Caleb fucking her. The lust in their expressions and the gold bleeding into the brown of their eyes as their wolves rose to the surface burned into her brain. It was impossible to miss the sudden erections tenting their pants as they stared.
No matter how much she wanted to pretend they weren’t there, she couldn’t take her eyes off them. The orgasm, that had been struggling to claw free, tore through her, dragging unrelenting pleasure through her shaking body. When the last shudder left her limp in Caleb’s arms, she slumped over the back of the couch, her eyes tightly closed.
His body was rigid and his cock was still hard. He hadn’t come. But at the realization they were being watched, she had. What the hell was the matter with her?
Caleb nuzzled her neck, before trailing kisses up to her ear. “I had no idea you had an exhibitionist streak.”
“I don’t,” she said, her voice taut.
He chuckled. “I’d beg to differ. You came
so
hard when you realized they were watching you.”
She shook her head, eyes still tightly closed.
“You forget,” he murmured. “Your sweet, little cunt is wrapped around my cock. I can feel every one of your reactions, every little response. In fact, the more I talk about it, the more you ripple around me. You liked it.”
She shook her head again, praying that when she opened her eyes, Jake and Ethan would be gone. Because if she were totally honest, she’d have to admit she liked it. More than a little.