Shifters of Grrr 1 (95 page)

“Fill me, Ranger,” she begged.

“I’ll fill you, all right. You’ll never forget that.”
 

He leaned over to one forearm, rolling her slightly towards him, lifting her breast, and sucking hard on her stiff nipple. With the added stimulation, her cunt spasmed over his cock, and he closed his teeth around her, in a precarious move.
 

Ada stilled completely. She felt like a power transformer, arcing in a thunderstorm, waiting for lightening to strike, certain that when she came it would be a similar explosion.

He closed his teeth again, the rumble in his chest vibrating over her tits. Then he lifted off her, leaving her nipple cold, and aching.

“Don’t you come yet, Ada, I’ve got a lot more fucking to do. You come when I say so, because that gorgeous, tight, slippery cunt of yours is going to milk every drop of cum from me.”

Ada had never had sex like it before; so passionate, so demanding, so fucking barbarous.

Suddenly there was a change in him and he seemed to grow bigger inside her. “Come on, baby, let’s go.” He rolled her to her back, raising himself high to plunge into her even deeper than she thought possible.

The muscles in her thighs, her ass, and her pussy, all tensed as her hips rose from the bed to meet every thrust. Sweat dripped off him, mingling with her own. She dropped her hands from his shoulders, grabbing his tight ass as hard as she could, pulling him even deeper into her, if that were possible.

“Are you ready?”

“Fuck, yeah, make me come.”

“Eyes open, eyes on me. I want to see everything.”

With those words, Ada finally allowed herself to drop the hold she had on everything. A scream flew from her mouth as the orgasm ripped through her. Ranger plunged deep and long, burying himself, it felt, to her soul. His hips stilled, his cock pulsing as her cunt spasmed over him, milking him just as he said she would.

His eyes were wild, his face contorted as he roared her name, shuddering with the final effort of letting go.

Ranger lay himself carefully over her now, smothering her with kisses, his cock twitching occasionally in response to the sporadic spasms of her pussy.

Soon he raised himself to his forearms, cradling her face.

“I’ve got no words for that, beyond it being fucking amazing.”

“I feel the same. My hormones feel as though they all came out to party. Tomorrow’s hangover will be hell.”

“We’ll just have to keep doing it, then, so that there’ll be no hangover.”

“You’ll kill me.”

“We’ll die together; what a way to go. Did you know your face scrunches up in the cutest way when you come?”

“You frown, and look like an angry animal.”

Ranger laughed. “Only angry because it means I have to wait five minutes before I can go again.”

“You’re kidding me!”

She felt his cock flex inside her, telling her it was no joke.

“Oh, god, you really are going to kill me.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

~ADA~

When Ada woke, the sun was dipping behind the hills. Ranger lay at her back, his soft breathing telling her he was still asleep. One large hand cradled a breast. The sheets were in a tangled ball at her feet.

A seabird called, and she wondered if the birdlife had been concerned at the cries and noises coming from the house. Hopefully, Ranger’s parents hadn’t decided on a mid-afternoon swim.

She sighed, completely content for the moment. It amazed her that she’d never once thought about her body when they’d been together. Never felt the need to suck in her tummy or apologise for her broad, fleshy hips. She wasn’t much for that, anyway, but sometimes, the way a guy looked at her brought out that little schoolyard insecurity that beat down her big confidence.

She wanted to look at him, and as she started to roll over the grip on her breast tightened.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was gruff and sexy.

“Nowhere, but I want to look at you.”

He released her and as she rolled over, he fell to his back. She spent a while, tracing lazy circles around his nipples that hardened to tight points in response. He had a light smattering of hair over his chest that was surprisingly silky. She trailed her fingers further down, coming to a scar she hadn’t noticed: angry, deep red and puckered at the edges.

“Ouch,” she said, outlining it with her fingertip.

“It’s nothing,” he said brusquely.

His expression had hardened in a manner that didn’t invite questioning, so Ada decided to save it for another time. No point in spoiling a fantastic day by bringing up something he clearly preferred not to talk about.

Then she remembered her car, parked on a dirt road in the middle of who-knows-where. “Sorry to bang on about this, but, that car needs rescuing. It’s a rental. I don’t want to risk it being nicked.”

“Let me fix that.”
 

He left the bed and headed to the kitchen. When he returned with his phone and a bottle of water Ada had to admit it was no hardship watching him walk about naked, sporting a semi-hard cock.

He sat on the bed, stretching alongside her and unscrewed the cap on the bottle, taking it to her lips.

Ada took a long drink then passed the bottle back. “Could you do me a favour?”

“Sure, anything.”

She grinned. “Never get dressed again. Covering that body is a sin.”

“I feel the same about you. We could just hole up here forever. I’ll have Moe drop in weekly supplies.”

“Moe?”

“My driver. Hang on a minute.” He picked up his phone and was talking in seconds. “Moe, can you meet me in an hour? Come down the 309 Road and see if there’s a car parked by the split rock entrance to the property. Hang on.” He took the phone to his chest. “Ada, what sort of car are you driving?”

“A red Toyota small thing. I didn’t even look to see the model.”

“Moe, it’s a small red Toyota rental. See you at six.” He dropped the phone to the bed and took a swig of water.

“You have a driver here?” Ada had never met anyone who had their own driver. Taxis, yes. Personal driver? Not in her experience.

“Actually, Moe’s my Auckland driver. Normally I’d drive myself down here, but Moe needed a break, and she has someone she likes to stay with in Waitapu, so she picked me up from the airport and brought me straight here. It meant I could catch up on some sleep.”

“Where have you been? Somewhere nice, I hope.”

“Asia, the US; business. Anyway, let’s shower, then I’m taking you to dinner so that we can talk and get to know each other. If we stay here, we’re just going to end up fucking, because I’m struggling to keep my hands and mouth off you.”

“I can’t go out for dinner, I’ve only got the shorts and t-shirt I was dressed in.”

“Where I’m taking you, that’s perfect attire. I won’t be dressing any different. Wear the sarong with the t-shirt and give everyone a buzz. No, forget that, I don’t want anyone else lusting after you.”

Moe arrived exactly at six up at the main lodge. Ada was relieved Ranger’s parents weren’t about, because she was sure that even after showering, she still had that just-fucked glow about her, which possibly had something to do with the quickie that had taken place after they’d washed.

Moe was a woman in her late forties and had apparently been Ranger’s driver for years. She and Ranger kept a sharp banter going as they wound through the hills to the little place in Kuaotunu where they were having dinner.
 

Luke’s Kitchen made awesome pizzas and a few seafood dishes. The dining area was relaxed, and spilled out to the edge of the local beach. It was the only place to eat in the small town that otherwise had one general shop, and that was it. Ada was relieved to find that Ranger was right in that most of the women were dressed as though they’d just walked off the beach, much like Ada.

They found a table in a quiet corner, and Moe vanished, turning down the offer of something to eat.
 

“Call me when you’re ready,” she said, then departed with a roar in Ranger’s Audi Q7.

“Don’t wear him out,” Ranger replied.

They ordered pizza, big bowls of steaming mussels, and a bottle of wine to wash it down. The food was excellent, the restaurant crowded with noisy holidaymakers, and a band in the corner playing whatever anyone asked for.

When they’d eaten, Ranger suggested a walk on the beach. The moon was full, the night warm, and he took her hand, engulfing it with warmth. They crossed a small reserve then walked down to the harder sand near the low water.

“Tell me about your family, parents, brothers and sisters. I want to know everything about Ada up to the minute I met you.”

Ada laughed. “We’re not nearly as interesting as you. We don’t shift, or have the gift of clairvoyance, or the ability to fly or become invisible. To make it even duller, I’m an only child.”

“Ah, spoiled and adored. Don’t worry, I’ll continue to spoil and adore you.”

She believed he would, but that wasn’t what her life had been. “Not really adored. I don’t know what I lack, but I wasn’t really enough for my parents. Ugh, you don’t want to hear this. Tell me about you and your awesome brothers, growing up and creating havoc.”

Ranger pulled her to a stop. “I really want to hear about you, Ada. Even if it’s painful. Give me the little bits, the easy version. When you trust me more, and believe that I truly am here for you, you can give me more. I want to know everything.”

For the first time ever, she wanted to tell her story. Mostly she kept it hidden, and glossed over it. Nobody wanted to be dragged down by her tale, and she certainly wasn’t looking for pity.
 

“Please, Ada.”

His face in the moonlight was so sincere, it felt as though it would draw the heart from her chest, the secrets from her soul. She could trust him with her story, she felt that. And she wanted him to know it, partly, because if she blew this thing they had going, he needed to understand why.

She stared at out to sea, fighting the prickle of tears driven by his sweetness, and her anger at the way her parents had run their life.

“Okay. The beginning. Dad was a member of the Special Tactics Group. They’re a SWAT-type unit made up of members of the Armed Offenders Squad, but they deal with the sort of incidents beyond AOS capabilities. Basically, the AOS contains high risk situations, the STG resolves them.
 

“He was a regular policeman when he married Mum, but he was ambitious. His goal was to work through the ranks to become an AOS officer. I was about nine at that stage. Mum changed. She couldn’t stand the idea of him being injured or killed, and that’s when she started drinking. She wasn’t a bad drunk, she simply put herself in a stupor whenever there was a call-out. She stopped living. Dad would go to work and she’d go to bed with a bottle. I stayed a lot with an aunty, but what I wanted was to be a happy family like the ones you saw on the television.”

The pain she was so practiced at suppressing began to build, and she took a pause to steady her breath.
 

“Hurts, huh?” Ranger asked gently.

Ada nodded. He’d turned her to face out to sea, as if telling the ocean her story would dilute it, make it less painful, and wash it away. The moon had half risen and its silver path curled over the small waves to lap right at her feet. Ranger’s heavy hands held her shoulders, the weight of them transferring his strength to her.

She had to get this over and done with. Despite the depth of what she already felt for Ranger it was important that he knew what shaped her if they were going to have a future together.

“You’ve got no idea what it was like. I remember one morning we were having breakfast together. We’d not been able to do that for a few weeks because of Dad’s roster, and both my parents seemed happy, chatting away, Dad teasing me. I kept looking at them both, thinking this was the day everything would become better, that this feeling of being a normal family would last forever.” She stopped again. It had been such a long time since she’d voiced her story, and it seemed the only way she could control her emotions was by delivering it in small bursts.

Ranger’s bear gave a long, low rumble. “Oh, shit,” Ranger murmured.

He pulled her in against his hard body, his arms crossed around the front of her, one leg hooked around hers, and for the first time in her life, she felt supported, physically and emotionally. No particular part of the story was harder to tell, the blocks of it simply melded into one long fuck up.

 
“He got a call. It was a hostage incident out west, with two children already shot by their father. Dad had to go. Mum pleaded and begged him not to leave, and in the finish he had to drag himself out of her grip. He left me there, an eleven-year-old, to deal with her. She was hysterical and I didn’t know what to do, so in the finish I called the next door neighbour and she came over to settle Mum. I was late for school and got a detention. That was the day Dad never came back.”

“I’m so sorry for you, sweetheart.”

He was holding her so tight she could scarcely draw breath.