Chapter Five – Angela #2
She snorted, then lifted one of the sleeves on her shoulder.
Underneath was a faded tattoo, murky with time, but definitely of a fleur de lis.
She tapped it with one finger, and then looked knowingly at my cleavage, where the roses I’d wanted to hide peeked out, thanks to Mark.
“I’m sorry if I upset you. I was hoping to find some companionship.
These people,” she said, swirling her glass to include the rest of the room, “They buy art. We are art. It’s a subtle difference. ”
It must be so hard to be incredibly rich, sexy, and lonely. I stopped myself before my eyes rolled, sitting primly on the edge of the couch, and trying to be clinical. “I take it you had that before the hotel?”
“Far before. It’s an original, you could say.”
Her dress did hide it—I wondered if she had to hide it with all her fancy clothes. “You know—tattoo removal’s come a long way.”
“Oh, I could never get it removed. I need something here to remind me of home.”
“Not to judge but—you could cover it up. Or get it touched up, make the lines crisp and firm.” I reached out for her shoulder. “May I?”
“Certainly,” she said, turning slightly. As I traced the outline on her skin she shivered, and arced her neck to look at me alluringly. “You—your touch is electric. Has anyone ever told you that before?”
“No,” I said in a stern tone. But it wasn’t the first time I’d had clients try to come onto me. “I could clean it up, nice and easy.”
She took my hand with her hand, smiled, and her eyes widened like pools for the unwary.
There’d been a point in Rabbit’s life when he’d watched The Jungle Book incessantly, and I realized hanging out with her this closely was like staring into the eyes of Kaa.
I heard a distant smattering of applause, as if others in the room were cheering, her leaning forward and –
“Angela!” Mark said, appearing in a door. I startled as he walked over, and the woman I was with acted like nothing untoward had happened.
“Mark,” I said, stumbling up in relief. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“Rosalie,” the woman beside me finally announced, standing to introduce herself to the both of us. “Your woman is irresistible.”
“Practically magnetic,” Mark said, clapping my ass and then pinching it, where she couldn’t see. I swatted his hand away—I just wanted to escape.
“Are you done?”
“I am. And so our date begins, at last,” he said to me, and to her, “I hope you have a lovely stay.”
“Oh no, darling, I’m a local,” she said, and blew me a kiss as Mark pulled me out.
I managed not to yell at him until we’d gotten in the car. “What the hell was all that?”
“A favor for a friend. They had a late cancellation and needed someone to fill the seat. I finished as quickly as I could. We have reservations at Celestial tonight—we can still make them if we hurry.”
It took me a moment to parse everything. “Wait—you lost—on purpose?”
“Did you think I played poker that badly?” he looked over at me with a wild grin and pulled onto the interstate.
“I don’t know what to think.” The acceleration of the car pushed me back. “How much money was that?”
“Just fifty grand.”
I gasped in horror. He was a man that fifty grand was nothing to? I put fingers to my forehead, trying to stop an oncoming migraine.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Please take me home.”
He took the next exit and started driving much more slowly. “Why? What’d I do?”
I twisted in the seat to look at him. “It’s nothing you did—it’s who you are.”
“Oh, no—Angela, I know tonight was ostentatious, but—"
“And who I am,” I said, talking over him. “We’re two very different people, Mark. This has been fun, and I really like you but—"
He pulled over. We were on a backroad, one of the ones that led to a subdivision that’d never been built. “I know what you’re trying to do, Angela. Don’t. Don’t you dare decide things for me.”
“We’re different, Mark.” Now that we were off the strip I could see the moon in the sky—enough of a sliver to feel its pull. “You don’t know what you’re getting into with me. You think you can handle everything because you have money, but I have problems that money can’t solve.”
He didn’t say anything—he just got out of the car and walked around to open my door for me. I got out and grabbed my clutch as an after-thought, I’d be calling a car if I had to, no way I was walking home in these heels.
The night wind was strong but he shielded me, standing right in front of me to stare into my eyes. “Do you, or do you not want to be with me?”
The moonlight made his features cast strong shadows, and I remembered the way his stubble felt against my thighs. He wasn’t going to give me up easily, and inside me a tail thumped with misplaced pride. My wolf had gone and found another alpha. Goddammit.
“I do, but I can’t.”
“Then—just give me twenty-four hours.”
“A day isn’t going to change anything.”
He came in closer. “This day will.”
And then he was so near and he smelled so good and this might be the last chance I had to get properly fucked, under the moon no less—I leaned up and kissed him, hard.
He tensed in surprise, but then kissed me back just as fiercely and instantly closed the space between us, pressing me against the hood of his car.
His hands were all over me, up my sweater, beneath my bra, and mine were just as eager on him, pushing inside his suit jacket to slide between buttons. I needed skin, skin to skin to skin.
His mouth moved to my neck as I gasped for air, bending backwards under his attention.
The wind swept past him and I shivered. “Here,” he said, pulling his jacket off quickly, setting it around my shoulders.
“And now,” he demanded, spinning me around to face the beemer.
With one broad hand he pushed me down, bending me over the warm hood of his car.
I felt my skirt crawl up my hips and was not even the least bit ashamed.
I heard a zipper, and felt him hitch my skirt even higher, exposing me to the entire world.
Then his hand reached down and pulled the thin cotton line of my panties over, running his fingertips against my seam to find the beginnings of my wetness, and in a second his thighs were matched to mine and he was shoving his way inside.
I groaned low. He wasn’t afraid to be rough, which was just how my wolf and I liked it, and he knew it.
He pushed once, twice, and then it was all over as a flood of my juices soaked him, allowing his cock to ram its way inside.
I grunted as he thrust deep and moaned. I loved knowing he needed to be inside me, and I loved being full, and no one else had ever filled me up like him before.
“Oh, fuck me,” I whispered, as he grabbed both my arms and hauled me back onto his cock. He thrust hard and fast and then stopped, leaving me aching for more.
“Do you feel that, Angela? How hard I am for you?” He punctuated each of his questions with a thrust.
“Uh huh,” I panted, nodding helplessly against his car.
“Whatever it is you’re scared of,” he said, taking slow, deep, strokes.
“I’m not. I feel this, and I know we’re supposed to be.
” He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and teased me with the head of it.
“And I know that you need me,” he said, pushing all the way back in fast, and I moaned.
“I belong inside you. And you belong wrapped around me,” he said, and after that started fucking me properly, long and slow.
My heels already had me teetering forward, ass high for him.
He slipped his coat up, and smacked it, then dropped the coat back in place so I wouldn’t get cold.
Then he did it again, on the other side, and I knew I’d have red handprints on my ass till dawn.
I couldn’t move against the car hood, but I—twisted and got my panties just right, so that each time he thrust they tugged against my clit and—“Mark,” I whispered, clenching my hands.
“That’s right,” he said, arcing himself deeper inside me at feeling me build.
“You feel so good, Angela. And I know exactly what you want.” He reached forward and grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, so I would feel ridden.
I pawed out on the hood, bracing myself for his cock, trying to take all he had to give as he began speeding up, each of his thrusts filling me, winding me.
Heat built inside my hips like it was desert sun on a summer day.
He reached down and smacked my ass again, harder, as I started shamelessly moaning in time with his strokes.
“Oh God, Mark,” I hissed, my breasts rubbing against the hood, my hands clenched into impotent fists.
The smacking sound of him taking me rose up into the night, followed by his pleased grunts each time he fucked me good, his thick, hard cock stretching my swollen pussy tight—followed by more spankings—as my panties ground against my clit—I didn’t know which was going to make me come, only that I had to.
“Fuck, yes, fuck!” I shouted as his cock shoved in and pushed me over.
I curled helplessly forward, shuddering against the hood of his car, as my orgasm wracked through me.
“God, yes,” Mark grunted, riding himself into me, his cock plugging me tight.
I shuddered repeatedly, speared by his cock, feeling it pulse deep inside me as he filled me with cum, but before he was finished, he swept forward and grabbed me, sending his coat fluttering to the ground.
He hauled me up as he pushed his hands up my sweater, showing my breasts to the moon, and I howled.