Go Fetch ! (17 page)

She felt a presence next to her and turned with a smile to see… Troy. And just like that, her smile faded. “Oh. Hey, Troy.”

“Hey, Miki.” He sat down next to her on the stoop. She scooted over because he was a little too close.

“Where’s your pit bull?”

It took her a moment to realize he meant
Conall
. “Inside. He seems to get along well with the skateboarders.”

“I’m glad you’re back, Miki.”

She frowned at him. “Really?” She never thought the man even noticed her.

“Yes. I’m really hoping you’ll take the job
Conridge
offers you.”

“She hasn’t offered me anything yet.”

“She will.”

Miki shrugged. “Whatever.” She stared at her boots. She had nothing to say to this man. In fact, she wanted him to go away.

“You know, Miki,” his hand was on her knee. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Miki turned to look at him, and suddenly Troy’s lips were on hers. She could taste the liquid courage he’d been guzzling to make this move. But he took her by surprise and that was always a mistake with her. She shoved him so hard that he flipped off the stoop and landed in a heap. Miki leaned over. “You okay, Troy?”

He lifted his arm. “I’m fine.” But it was muffled since he went face first in the dirt. “I’m just going to lie here for awhile. Don’t mind me.”

Christ, how did she ever think this guy was cute or sexy? Just the touch of his lips against hers made her want to spit. As she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, a bottle of water appeared in front of her. This time she didn’t even have to look around to know it was him. He’d been taking very good care of her all night. Making sure she ate, stayed away from any cleverly hidden drugs, and that she was always hydrated. She grabbed the bottle and made room on the stoop so that he could sit down beside her. She realized that she didn’t mind him sitting close. Of course, with
Conall
she really had no choice. He took up a lot of space on the stoop.

“Feel better now?” She asked as she opened the bottle.

“Yeah. I’ve recovered from my random act of violence.” He looked at her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I almost killed a man, though.”

“What?”

She pointed and
Conall
leaned over her to see. As soon as his body touched hers, she had that same damn reaction. Hard nipples. Wet pussy. It was getting ridiculous.

“What happened?”

She had to force herself to focus. “He kissed me. But it took me by surprise.”

She felt the growl before she heard it. Miki dropped her water bottle and grabbed his shoulders before he was off the stoop and tearing Troy apart.

“Don’t you dare. Sara will kill me if you go to prison.”

He let her pull him back. His arm brushed her breasts and the gasp was out of her mouth before she could even think about stopping it. His eyes locked with hers. She still had her hands on his shoulders. On a whim, she slid them up his neck, cupping his chin. He was so gorgeous. She felt the strength of him under her hands. The power of the wolf just inside his skin. He was a piece of ass and he was interested in her.

Maybe she’d been looking at this the wrong way. Maybe she should go to what she knew. Science. How did attraction work? Why could one man force her to knock him on his ass, while another made her want to drop to her knees? Well, there was only one way to find out.

She took a deep breath and pulled him toward her.

Conall
was staring at her mouth and it didn’t seem like he was breathing at all. “Miki…”

“
Sssh
. I’m testing a theory.” And then her mouth was on his. And, yeah, this was definitely different from when Troy kissed her. She’d felt nothing but panic and the slightest trace of revulsion. But when her tongue connected with
Conall’s
all she wanted was for him to crawl inside her. She leaned back against the stoop,
Conall
right there with her. Over her. His hands sliding around her back. His arms wrapping around her. She realized that he was keeping her back off the hard stone stoop. And every time his tongue stroked hers, she felt it all the way to her clit. She wanted this man. In fact, she had to have him. Preferably now.

She pulled her mouth away from his. She needed to say something sexy and romantic with just a hint of her vast intelligence. Something that would entice him into bed.

But what came out was, “I
wanna
fuck.”

Conall
groaned and buried his face in her neck. “You’re killing me,
Mik
,” he finally managed. “Don’t do this if you’re just messing with my head ‘cause you’re still pissed or…”

She rubbed her cheek against his silky hair and decided to just go for it. So what if he probably wouldn’t want her after all this was over? At least she could say she had a good time. And she knew
Conall
would be a good time. A
really
good time. And she was tired of being respectable and normal. It was boring. And she
did
need to get laid.

So what would Miki the Bartender do here? Easy. She’d be honest. “Do you know what one of the wolves protecting my house back in Texas told me?” She whispered in his ear and she felt his entire body vibrate against hers. “He told me I moaned your name in my sleep. And I realized my hand smelled like I’d been masturbating all night long. No one’s ever done that to me before you. No one but you.”

Conall
slowly untangled himself from her. He didn’t look at her. Instead, he pulled away and sat on one of the lower stoops. He dragged his big hands through his hair and she watched him stretch out his big shoulders. Miki sat up and reached her hand out to touch him.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.”

Miki frowned. “Why?”

“Because I’m doing my best to control myself. And if you touch me I’ll fuck you right on this stoop, and I don’t want to do that to you in front of your friends. So, just don’t touch me right now.”

“I see.” She scratched her neck. “But you know, we can go back to the hotel and then you can fuck me anywhere or anyway you want.”

Yeah. That was clear. The next move was his. Miki stood up and walked back into the house. She got as far as the coffee pot before she felt herself lifted off her feet and thrown over
Conall’s
shoulder. The entire room cheered as they left. She waved at Amy who was drunkenly giving her a thumb’s up.

Conall
was at the SUV in what seemed like seconds, then he opened the door, dumped her in, and stopped only long enough to say, “Not another word from you. Not one.” She watched as he went around the SUV to get in. She was almost positive that he had no idea his fangs were out.

***

Surprisingly, he wasn’t pulled over. He used to ride sports bikes that could hit 200 miles per hour and he was pretty sure he’d never gone as fast on one of them as he did in the SUV. But Miki had finally pushed him over the edge. He was praying she didn’t back down now. He wasn’t sure he could take it. He’d almost dragged her into Craig’s bathroom and took her there, but he forced himself to get under some kind of control. Although the wolf was having a full-on fistfight with the man in him.

Tires squealed as he turned into the hotel parking lot and took the first spot he saw. He got out, went around to the passenger side, and dragged Miki out. She didn’t say a word as he tossed her over his shoulder and went into the hotel. The hotel staff watched him quietly. He knew they wanted to say something to him about carrying a woman into their four-star hotel as if he were a cave man. But he knew that none of them had the guts to say a word. He could only imagine the expression on his face.

He didn’t even wait for the elevator. He took the stairs up ten flights and wasn’t even out of breath by the time he got to his door. He swiped his keycard, went in, and tossed Miki on the bed.

She seemed unfazed by it all as she watched him with those inquisitive brown eyes. He didn’t want to make the same mistake he’d almost made just that morning. So he went to his bag, dug through the few clothes he had packed, and grabbed the brown paper bag of condoms Sara had shoved in it as he was walking out the door. At the time he thought she was just being hopeful.

He tossed them on the floor by the bed. Miki started to say something but he cut her off.

“Not a word.”

She surprisingly fell silent, watching him as he moved to the bed. Her eyes dragged along the length of his body as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

“Lay back.”

She shook her head, “I
wanna
watch you.”

He growled as he slid his hands under her skirt and dragged her lace panties off. He left the garters and the Docs on. He’d been thinking about going down on her dressed like that since she’d come out of the bathroom. He leaned forward and licked the inside of her thigh just above the stocking. She was quiet until he pushed her thighs farther apart and his tongue skimmed along the folds of her sex. That’s when she gave a low moan as her head fell back. She used one arm to keep her propped up while the other grabbed the back of his head and pushed him forward.

He pulled back a bit. “Miki.” Her eyes focused on him. “You said you wanted to watch me. So watch me.”

From the way her breathing changed and the expression on her face, he had a feeling he’d pushed her that much closer to coming. Which was good, because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. He needed to be inside this woman before he lost his mind.

His tongue slid inside her tight pussy. It was wet and hot and tasted so good. Miki’s hand tightened in his hair and she pushed him toward her as his hands slid under her to cup her ass. He pulled her close, his hands gripping her tight. She moaned in response, one leg over his shoulder, the other propped up on the bed.

Limber girl
, he thought happily.

He licked her slowly, enjoying the sweet taste of her. The smell. He felt her body begin to shake as her orgasm broke around him. She made low, guttural sounds from the back of her throat as he used his tongue to stretch out her orgasm as long as he could.

When she tugged on his hair, trying to pull him up, he knew that she was ready for him. He leaned back on his haunches, and stared at her. He needed her to make this move. He needed to know that this was really what she wanted.

She ran her small hand across his jaw and down his neck. Then, slowly, she leaned forward and began to lick her own juices off his mouth and chin.

I’ll take that as a yes
. He slid his hands to her waist and lifted her shirt up, pulling it over her head and tossing it across the room. She pulled away from him, backing up on the bed to yank off her skirt, the stockings, the Docs, all of it. Which was good. He wanted her completely naked. And completely his.

***

Miki tossed her Docs across the room as
Conall
pulled his T-shirt over his head, then he tackled his jeans. She’d never been this horny for anybody before in her life. She was almost desperate. Which was good because when he dropped his pants and she saw the size of his raging hard on, she knew she was in for quite the workout.

But something inside her had changed. Here she was kneeling on the bed, completely naked, and she didn’t care. For the first time in her life, she really couldn’t give a flying fuck about anything or anyone except
Conall
and his huge dick.

She smiled and crooked her index finger at him. He didn’t need any more prompting than that. He whipped on a condom and was in her arms within seconds. They both fell back on the bed as his hot mouth sucked at her breast. Every time his tongue swiped across her nipple, she felt it all the way down to her clit.

She heard growling, but it wasn’t
Conall
. It was her.

***

When she growled, he thought he was going to finally snap. He wanted to wait a bit. Make it all special and romantic, but who the hell was he kidding? He was wolf and she was fucking hot. He rose over her, his arms on either side of her body. Miki’s body arched up to meet his as he thrust inside of her, embedding himself deep.

She seemed so small under him. Small and beautiful. Miki looked up and gasped in surprise. Her hand reached up and touched his forehead. “Wolf eyes,” she whispered. His eyes must have shifted. But she wasn’t frightened. She leaned up and, unable to reach his mouth, she kissed his chest and neck. He trembled, holding his body rigid. His cock still buried in her tight pussy. He wanted to stay this way forever.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles locking at the base of his spine. Her fingers digging into his ass, keeping him deep inside her. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he began to stroke in and out. She felt so good, he thought he’d come any second. But he held on for her. Of course, it didn’t help when she began to move her hips and moan his name. Yup. The woman was definitely trying to kill him.

Her tongue swiped across his nipple and he almost unraveled. “Oh God, Miki baby. Don’t.” He was holding on by a thread.

She smiled against his flesh as she sucked his nipple into her mouth. He felt his canines extend, and he desperately fought his desire to mark her. He didn’t want to do that to her. She was human and he needed to know it was what she wanted. But he knew no other woman had ever made him like this. This crazy. This desperate. He’d worked so long and hard to control his every instinct, and this one clearly unstable woman had completely destroyed all that.