Sapphire: A Werewolf Love Story (5 page)

Jackass, mom’s cat, is just that…a jackass.  I like
most cats, but this one has it out for me.  He is forever jumping out in front
of me, making me startle.  He earned his name from those kinds of shenanigans. 

“Parker, would you like to go to my house for drinks? 
I have mad bartender skills.  I pour a mean Jack & Coke.”  My heart is racing;
I don’t want him to have the wrong idea about me.

Our chairs are as close as two bar chairs can be,
and his right arm is draped across the back of my chair.  He lifts his glass to
his mouth…
that sexy mouth
.  Slowly, he takes the last swallow from his
glass.  The ice clinks against the glass as it comes to a rest.  His eyes,
focused on me; though he looks lost in an internal dispute.

After what seems eternity, he leans his head closer
and turns to whisper in my ear.  “Let’s go.”

Two words are all I needed, my body lit on fire
instantly. 

He stands up and takes my hand.  Dropping a fifty
dollar bill on the table, we walk to the bar together to close out his tab.  Damn,
he tips well!

“Are you ready gorgeous,” he asks.  His eyes are
smoldering, and my heart is pounding.

 We pull into the parking lot to get my car.  I only
had the one drink at the bar so I could drive myself home. 

“CALL RUBY,” I say to my phone as I pull onto the
highway heading home.  She answers in the second ring.

“How’s your date?” Ruby asks, at least I think
that’s what she asks. 

The connection is horrible.  I turn my right signal
on to let Parker know we’ll be taking the next exit.  In ten miles we’ll be at
my house….alone.  “I’m freakin’ out.  Is the house clean?”

“You’re kidding me!  You’re taking him home!”

I laugh at her reaction.  “Yes…he’s coming over. 
NO!  He’s not spending the night…at least that isn’t the plan.”  I hear Stone
in the background carrying on about protection.  “You have me on speaker…ugh! 
I’ll talk to ALL OF YOU…later.  Have fun.”

“You too, but not too much,” Ruby laughs.

I shake my head as I click the
end
button.  I
pull onto my cul-de-sac, praying the neighbor across the street isn’t staring
out her front window.  She’s forever butting into everyone’s business.  My mom
calls her Mrs. Kravitz, but I don’t know what it means.  Her name is Mrs. Drake
but mom is always calling her Gladys Kravitz. 

The two car garage opens and I motion for Parker to
pull inside.  This is the part when I should feel awkward, and nervous.  I
don’t.  I feel daring, and confident instead.  I double check my hair in the
review mirror before I open my car door.

“I’ve never been to this neighborhood before.  The
brick entrance with the waterfalls is classy,” Parker says as he follows me
into the house.

The garage entrance is far from the nicest way to
enter the house.  It leads in through the utility room with the dirty laundry
and unfolded laundry, not-to-mention the cluttered bottles on every surface.  I
glance over to make sure none of mine or Ruby’s panties are hanging out over
the sides. 

Right off the utility room is the kitchen and
breakfast area.  Thankfully, the only dish in the sink is the coffee cup I used
earlier today.  I set my purse down on the counter and offer Parker a drink.  I
reach up to the top shelf in the cabinet, the one which houses our every-day
dishes.  It isn’t as though we have any other type of dish, but that’s what mom
calls them.  Last Christmas, Stone bought me a matching set of crystal highball
glasses.  I pull two of them down and fill them both with ice. 

“Will you reach up on top of the refrigerator and
get down the bottle of Jack, and the bottle of spiced rum?” I ask, and pop the
top on a can of Coke.  “I hope you don’t mind regular Coke.” He puts both
bottles in front of me and watches me as though he were a panther watching its
prey.  I use the metal thing that is supposed to be an ounce on one side and
what Stone calls a jigger on the other.  I pour a jigger of alcohol in each
glass and fill the rest up with soda.  We have some plastic swizzle stirrers
and I place a blue one in his glass and an orange one in mine.

He stirs his drink and holds it out for a toast. 
“To the prettiest bartender in Oklahoma.” 

I clink my glass to his and say, “To the best
looking customer in Oklahoma.”  We both smile and I tilt my head back and take
a huge drink.  The rum burns a little as it goes down my throat.  I should have
only put a shot in my drink, but decided it would look like I was trying to get
him drunk if I did.  Too many of these, and I’m going to be toast. 

He takes my hand and pulls me over closer to him as
he leans against the kitchen counter.  “I can’t get over how pretty you look
tonight Sapphire.  It’s been a while since I’ve been this attracted to
anyone.”  He takes both hands and pushes my hair off my shoulders. 

Without warning, he’s bent over me, his mouth to
mine.  His lips are still cold from the ice, and his tongue is sweet from the
Coke.  My heart is pounding in my ears and my body steps in closer as his arms
wrap around me.  The sensation he is sending through every ounce of my being is
like a tidal wave of electricity.  Nothing has ever made me feel this way from
a single kiss.  My hands with minds of their own start up his chest, and I shiver
as he draws in a breath.  He deepens the kiss until his whiskers are rubbing
against my face.  He takes one hand up my back until he has it flush against my
head.

My body is perfectly molded to the curves of his,
and my arms are rested on his shoulders. 

“Oh the things I’d like to do right now,” Parker’s
voice is low and makes his chest rumble as he talks.

I pull back to see his face, to know his reaction,
to hear what he wants to do.  “What would you like to do?”  Our eyes lock, and
I see the depth of his passion.  I know what he’ll say, and I’ll comply.  My
inner voice is telling me I might screw up a good thing by having sex with him
on our first date.  It isn’t like that though, something about him tells me
he’s different.  We’ve connected at a deeper level.  We stood there for almost
a whole minute before he answered me,

“I want to fuck you, right here….right now, and when
I’m done….I want to do it again,” he whispers to me.

What did he say?  Like a Virgin, by
Madonna runs through my head for a second. 
My body is
butter, and I’m melting.  I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, or his words, but
my body is burning with excitement.  “I’d like you to do nothing more than fuck
me right here…right now…and if you’re good enough, I’ll let you do it again.”

His fingers grip a handful of my hair, and tugs my
head back, his eyes bore into mine.  They say a thousand words with one look,
before kissing me again.  “Good enough huh?  I’ll have to make sure I bring my
best game.” He says against my mouth. “Don’t think for a minute that this is a
one night stand.  You’re mine - I hope that doesn’t scare you away.”

“Are you sure?”   I don’t want to put too much
thought into it.  Something deep inside me believes him though.  What does it
matter anyway?  I’m not innocent, and it isn’t as though I don’t want to have
sex with him.  I want nothing more than to feel him inside me.  “I can promise
you that I’m yours right now, but
forever
is a long time, and time isn’t
always kind.”  He doesn’t give me a chance to say anything else before he
places both of his hands on my waist and pushes me an arm length away.

“Life is short, and I’m happy to have you in mine
right now.”  His smile is seductive, and I can barely keep it together. “Sapphire,
I’ve been dying to see that pretty ass of yours again all night.  I wanted to
take you as you were bent over in your car.  I wasn’t sure if you’d find me not
so gentlemanly if I did, so I didn’t.”  He pauses before saying, “If you don’t
want to do this, you don’t have to…I won’t get mad.”

What, is he crazy?  Hell yeah, I want to do this. 
He wants a show, I’ll give him one.  He turns me around with my back to him; he
puts his chin on my shoulder and breaths slowly in my left ear.  His hands
slide across my belly and down my thighs, he scoots down until his hands are
under the hem of my dress.  I suck in, and my body screams for him to move
faster.  He doesn’t though, no, he’s slow and calculated with every move.  The
baby oil I saturated my legs in before I left the house is allowing his hands
to glide across my thighs.  He rubs his whiskered chin across my jaw, I take
mental note that I like whiskers on my face.  Note taken.

“I need to see - bend over,” he demands.

I bend forward, slowly….seductively…. I turn my head
back to see over my shoulder, the look on his face when he sees my tattoo. 

His lips hum together and he pulls me to the point
my ass is barely scraping the edge of his pants. I drop it down low and give
him the full effect as I rise back up with my back fully arched.  “Is it to
your liking Parker?”

“Oh, I do like….and soon I’m going to tap it.  Scoot
back, I want you to feel what you’re doing to me.”  He pulls me backwards in
one quick move.  “I do believe you have my attention.” Parker leans forward and
whispers seductively to me.  “Sapphire, you’re in control.  I won’t hurt you,
and I’ll stop doing anything you ask me to.  I noticed you have a tattoo on
your ass; I’d like to spank you for marking your perfect ass.  Sapphire, have
you been spanked before?”

“No,” I say shyly. “You’re not going to use a wooden
spoon or anything like that are you?” My head is reeling as I absorb the words he’s
saying.  He wants to spank me for getting a tattoo?  This is new to me, and the
screaming going on in my groin area is saying it will like a nice spanking. 
Who am I to deny such begging going on between my legs?

“No Sapphire, this time, I’m going to use my bare
hand.  It isn’t the same as getting spanked by your siblings on your birthday. 
This is a grown up spanking that will turn your ass a lovely shade of red.”  He
takes his hand and rubs around my ass barely.  I counted out fifteen circles on
each cheek, as though he was trying to find the perfect place to smack.   The
anticipation has my nipples as tight and rigid as a snow blizzard would.  I
start to reach for my drink, but Parker placed his hand on my back.  “You’ll
have a drink when I say you can, and right now, you can’t.”  His voice was
firmer, as though he was turning into another person.  It was at that moment,
his hand came down hard on my left buttock.  I squealed in surprise.

“Sounds like you liked it.  I think you’ve been
naughty with this beautiful ass.  I need to punish it to make it aware that I’m
the only one that will see your ass…ever again.  Grab your ankles,” he
demands.  Four hits, two on each cheek, and each was harder than the other.  I
almost fell forward but he wrapped his other arm around me.  Every time he hit,
he’d bend over and kiss the spot.  I’ve never in my life, been turned on so
much.

“Turn around and look at me.”  His voice is husky
but steady.  I notice his eyes are smoldering, his Adams apple goes up and down
as he swallows.  “Before I fuck you, I’d like to go to my car and grab my
overnight bag.  You stay here, and think about what you’d like me to do to
you.”

I can’t talk, I can’t think, and for reasons I don’t
have, I don’t mind that he has an overnight bag. 

~~~~~~

PARKER

Walking into her house, I turn and notice a cat
lurking around the corner.  His tail twitches and ears fold back as it hunkers
down behind a bush.  I grin to myself every time I see a cat’s reaction to me. 
I take a deep breath, memorizing the surroundings like a mental photograph
through smell.

Her house smells like pine cleaner and vanilla.  Her
essence is everywhere, enveloping me in a big Sapphire bath of pheromones.  Next,
there’s her family, they are similar but different.  Ruby smells like honey and
eucalyptus, which is everywhere.  If it were humanly possible, I’d imagine
she’s rubbed her hands on every single surface of the house.  Even if she has
touched everywhere, I’ll always be able to distinguish Sapphire’s scent.  Her
brother Stone smells of the outdoors mixed with something spicy. 

I’m keenly aware of every move she makes, from the
way she reaches for the glasses to the way she rubs her tongue across her
teeth.  My body is screaming to touch her…enjoy her…merge with her.  The
General is going to kill me when I tell him she’s human.  It is frowned upon to
mingle with humans in the ‘biblical’ way if our wolf is calling the shots.  My
wolf is fighting with me to accept the fact the General doesn’t need to know
right now.  Sure, we can have a good time, and even date humans, as long as we remember
our duty is to our pack.

Things would be simpler if we weren’t about to bring
the Great Wolf to the farm. 
Shit!
 I think to myself.  I’m not thinking
about
that
right now.  No, tonight I’m Parker...a man and my werewolf
family will have to live without me for the night.

I text Oakley, another pack member, to inform him I
won’t be home tonight.  Typically, I spend the night at the farm to guard the
General.  As his second in command, I don’t like to be too far away, but
tonight my wolf is in charge.   We’re allowed time away from the farm, but as
pack members we yearn to be around each other.  I don’t mind being away though;
it isn’t as if I’m in Egypt or anything.