Chapter 12
SAM
After a moment of hesitation, where I imagined she decided whether she was willing to take orders from me or not, she obeyed and put her hand between her legs. And kept them there.
It was to get her all hot and ready, but watching her did things for me, too.
Holy fuck, was she hot.
“Put those fingers in my mouth,” I commanded, reaching for Clio's wrist after I pulled up at the garage.
The truck filled with the scent of her arousal for the entire drive. You’d better believe I would never open the windows and air the truck out again. I just hoped some of her sticky sweetness coated the seat. I wanted it to smell like we’d been fucking in here forever.
I pulled her soaked fingers to my lips and sucked them clean, savoring the tangy taste of her nectar. Pre-cum spurted into my boxers at the taste.
“There actually isn’t a car in the garage right now for you to bend me over the hood,” she informed me, sounding somewhat disappointed.
“Okay,” I said with a shrug. I had been dreaming of a list of ways I could have her, and I could happily pivot. “Stay right where you are.”
I got out of the truck and walked around to her side, where I opened the door. Gripping her hips, I turned her knees to face me, then spread them wide. She was wet, swollen, and perfect. I didn’t ever want her to wear panties again. I flicked my gaze up to hers.
“Let me taste this pussy.”
She groaned and scooted her ass closer to the edge of the seat to accommodate me. When she looped her arm around the headrest to brace herself and arched her back, I nearly went wild because she looked like a goddess incarnate.
Mine, my wolf snarled.
Not yet, I schooled him.
Clio was going to take some finessing and a lot of patience on my part to get her to be mine entirely and forever. I stuffed my wolf back down. I was going to have to keep him under control if I wanted to win my mate over.
She didn’t seem to believe in the one, as humans called it, or fated mates, as shifters called them. In fact, she seemed pretty hardened to men. Me, specifically.
I imagined working in a man’s world as she had in the IndyCar industry meant she learned to look out for herself.
I knew what men were like on the rodeo circuit.
I could only imagine what the men working with her in the pit crew had been like.
Years of dealing with whatever she had made her the type of woman who didn’t need a knight in shining armor.
She was her own knight in shining armor.
Or maybe her walls came from being a single mom and protecting her kid. I wondered if JT’s dad hurt her, which made my wolf snarl. He didn’t like the idea of either Clio or JT being harmed any more than I did.
I needed to find out who he was. Whether she’d known that he was a wolf. Whether he was still in their lives. My alpha had ordered me to get intel, but Clio was a hard nut to crack.
But right now what we both needed was her riding my tongue.
I went in slowly, flicking the tip along her inner thigh, drawing closer to her weeping slit.
Her legs shook a little, and her hips writhed in anticipation. I switched to the other thigh, eliciting a groan.
“You’re killing me, Sam.”
I lifted my head from between her thighs and grinned. “As intended.”
After nibbling and flicking my tongue all around her outer lips, I finally licked into her.
The first taste of my mate right from the source.
I could die here.
A tornado could touch down, and I wouldn’t care.
This taste, this pussy was the fucking source of my very being.
I dragged my tongue through her juices with one long lap. When I reached the apex, I swirled my tongue around her clit.
She grasped the back of my head, pressing my face more firmly against her core and arching those tits toward the sky. Letting out a needy moan. “Lick me clean,” she whispered.
I lifted my head again. My girl liked to talk dirty. I was down for it and anything else she wanted to do.
“Yeah?” I licked her juices from my lips. “Is that what you want me to do, Sparks?”
“Yes!”
I gave her what she needed, licking and sucking, penetrating her with my tongue.
The moment I brought my thumb to her clit, she shrieked, “Yes! That’s it! Right there.”
I shifted my hand position, sliding two fingers into her juicy channel and concentrating on swirling my tongue around the bundle of nerves that made up her clit.
Curling my fingers inside her to stroke her inner wall, I found the other end of those nerves–the G-spot–where the tissues tightened up and wrinkled under my touch.
She went wild, hips gyrating over the seat, juices spilling down my chin. She slammed both hands up to the ceiling of the truck and screamed so loud they probably heard her down the block.
I licked and stroked her until I’d wrung every last clench of her orgasm from her, and her body went limp and loose, like a rag doll’s. Then I picked her up off the seat.
“So if there’s no hood in the garage to bend you over, I’m gonna bend you over right here. Unless you’re ready to invite me up to your apartment.”
“Right here,” she panted. “Right now.”
My wolf didn’t like that she didn’t want to invite us up, but I knew better than to take offense.
There was something wild and delicious about being too passionate to wait to find a bed.
Females loved the novelty of fucking in crazy places and new positions as much as males did.
Clio was uninhibited and wild. Knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to share.
I could tell by the quickness of her breath that she was excited.
Excited was a start. I could work with it.
Orgasms, first. Later, I would win her trust. Get her to let me in. Tell me her secrets.
Only then could I claim her.
I lowered her feet to the ground and turned her to face the seat she’d just come all over.
“Bend over. Stick that gorgeous ass out for me.” My voice sounded deep and rough. I was usually smooth with the ladies, but she had me on the edge of control.
This time she didn’t hesitate. She gripped the seat and folded in half, offering me the most delicious view.
With her skirt still up around her waist, the vision she presented was enough to make me bite my knuckle.
Her perfect, heart-shaped ass. Lean, muscled legs spread wide to give me a view of that soaking pussy.
I clapped my hand down on her ass to give her a spank, so I could eye my pink handprint as I fucked her. She jerked and looked over her shoulder at me, eyes wide, teeth bared.
“Have you ever been spanked, Clio?”
“Do it again,” she ordered.
I smiled. “Okay. You wanna be in charge. I’ll let you top from the bottom tonight.” I smacked her other cheek with a hard, firm slap.
She let out a breathy moan as I rubbed away the sting.
“More?”
“Yes.”
I filed that single moaned syllable away in my permanent memory bank. This was what it sounded like to satisfy my mate. Now I just had to get her to scream my name.
I pressed my hand into the small of her back to pin her in place and delivered six sharp slaps to her upturned ass.
Then I rubbed between her legs to feel how wet she was.
She gushed arousal.
I fished another condom out of my pocket, ripped it open, and rolled it on in record time. “You want my cock inside you again, Sparks?
“I’m beyond foreplay, Sam.” Impatience laced her voice.
I chuckled. “Is that a complaint?”
She shook her head, her tousled hair falling over her shoulders. “It’s a compliment. If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to take matters into my own hands.”
I was tempted to find out what she meant by that, but it was too important to me to satisfy her. I shoved in deep, gripping her hips, and holding myself against her ass for a moment to let her relish getting what she wanted.
“Like this?” I eased back out and slammed in hard and stayed again. She felt so fucking good. She took me so well, we were perfect together.
“God, yes!”
I held her hips in place and found a rhythm, my thighs slapping her ass, my dick sliding in deep with every stroke.
“I wanna hear my name when I satisfy you.”
She let out a husky laugh. “Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me good and hard.”
Oh damn. I loved my girl’s dirty talk. I had to hold my breath and look moonward to keep from coming right then.
I changed my grip, one hand holding her nape, the other bracing her hip as I fucked her hard and fast, like she’d asked.
“Yes, Sam! Oh God! Sam!”
There it was. My wolf was in heaven. I filed that memory away with the first one. Guaranteed, I’d be pulling both out tomorrow morning to jerk off in the shower.
I slid my hand at her hip down the outside of her thigh and gripped behind the knee to hike it up for a position change. The angle shifted, and I got even deeper.
“You tell me how you want it, Sparks, and I’ll give it to you.”
“This. Like this,” she panted. “Yes. Harder.”
Harder? Damn. She wanted it like a she-wolf wanted it, and I was happy to oblige. I slid in and out, building to a new crescendo. Clio was right there with me, her keening cries growing shorter, louder, until I was on the verge of losing control.
“Fuck, Clio…fuck. I’m gonna…”
“Yes! Yes, Sam!” she screamed.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I shoved in deep, my balls pumping, filling the condom with hot streams of cum.
Clio clenched around my dick, her orgasm milking my cock for everything there.
“Oh my God,” she panted.
“Fuck, Sparks. It gets better and better.” Euphoria washed over me as I dropped my torso over hers, resting my front against her back and kissing her neck.
My mate was in my arms. I’d just heard her scream my name. Things were definitely looking up.
“Oh God. That was so good,” Clio mumbled. I could feel her heart pounding.
My wolf preened. I eased out of her and knotted the condom, tossing it in the back of the truck where I’d thrown the other one.
Clio turned and studied me. “I thought for sure you were going to leave that condom on the ground at the restaurant,” she said as I zipped up.
I scoffed. “Me? No way. I don’t litter. This land is a gift.” I glanced toward the national forest that rose up only a few blocks behind Ernie’s Garage. She couldn’t have picked a better location to raise a young wolf.
I needed to find out if she knew that.
Clio looked at me as if seeing me for the first time as she fixed her skirt and tucked her hair back. “You love nature?”
I nodded. “‘Course. I’m a Montana cowboy through and through.”
“Hmm. I guess I thought you all might be busy wrangling nature to suit your needs.”
“I grinned. Well, we may be apex predators, but that doesn’t mean we don’t seek harmony with our surroundings.” I was talking more about being a wolf than a rancher. Checking for any signs of recognition.
I didn’t see any, but then, she didn’t know I was a wolf like JT. I wasn’t even sure if she knew JT was one.
She continued to study me. “I like that. It’s refreshing to hear.”
“There’s a whole lot you don’t know about me, Sparks, and so much for me to learn about you. But right now, I know you need to go pick up your little man.”
“I do.” She grabbed her pocketbook from the floor of the truck, and I guided her to her car with a hand at her back.
I took her keys from her and opened the door to her Honda Civic.
An IndyCar mechanic drove a practical car.
I guessed that made sense, especially with a kid.
I glanced at the empty container of goldfish crackers and JT’s booster seat in the back and smiled.
I couldn’t believe I had a kid in my life now.
After she climbed in, I leaned on the frame of the car. “Give me your phone.” I held my hand out.
She considered me then handed it to me like she was making some kind of concession.
I texted myself so we’d have each other’s numbers and handed it back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Her brow furrowed. “What’s tomorrow?”
I grinned and winked. “We have a deal, remember? I intend to hold up my end to the very best of my ability. That means daily service.”
She laughed. “Daily service?” She considered me.
“Yep. I follow through on my commitments. So, see you tomorrow.” I swung the door shut.
She started the car and rolled the window down. “Tomorrow, when?”
“You name the time and place.” I pointed at the phone. “You have my number. Otherwise, I’ll be here after bedtime.”
Her lips parted, and I thought she was going to protest. Or brush me off again, but instead she gave me a brilliant smile. “Deal.”