My Orc Hookup (Eastshore Isle #15)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Jocelyn

I was so nervous. Oh God, I was so nervous.

You know that thing where you flap your hands around, trying to—I dunno—cool them off or cool yourself off? Well, the only reason I wasn’t doing that was because doing that sort of thing in a hotel bar would make me look even weirder.

Not that I wasn’t already getting lots of looks; Brakkor’s text had told me to wear something red and sexy, and I’d done it. The slinky red dress had spaghetti straps that were working overtime holding up my size-Ds, and the skirt barely covered my ass.

The bartender kept looking at me like I was a hooker, and he wasn’t sure if he should proposition me or call the cops.

Or maybe he was just pissed I’d been nursing this vodka tonic for the last twenty minutes.

Well, I couldn’t help myself; I’d gotten here early, hoping that would make me feel calmer about what I was about to do, and I didn’t want to be drunk when I experienced what promised to be the best night of my life. So vodka-tonic-nursing was happening. Sue me.

Each time someone stepped into the bar, or walked past the opening, my head swung up and around. I kept pushing my hair over my shoulder; it was annoying having it down like this, but Kesha told me it looked the best down, and I had to trust her.

At least I didn’t have to worry about being confused about which one of the single men sitting here was my date.

Sorry; my hookup. Brakkor and I had an agreement: this was a one-night thing, over and done, no strings.

Mutually beneficial, that’s what he’d called it, and I had to admit I liked the way he approached things.

The MosterSmash app had a whole section for casual hookups like this; we both uploaded our medical history so we knew the other was clean, and it wasn’t like he could get me pregnant.

I’d spent my whole adult life fantasizing about what it would be like to sleep with an orc, and I’d decided I was finally going to do it.

I wasn’t dating an orc; I wasn’t in love with an orc. I was just going to hook up with an orc, and he’d promised me I would enjoy it. That’s what I was after—one night of bliss.

“Sleep with”? Yeah right. You just want a good fucking.

I took another small sip of the vodka, hoping to calm the way my stomach had clenched at the thought of what was coming.

God, just talking to Brakkor over the phone yesterday—that gravelly, commanding voice making me go all gooey—had gotten me all hot and bothered.

I’d pulled out my favorite toy and had some fun, which had apparently done fuck-all in terms of calming my nerves.

“Hey there, honey.”

The man’s voice had me whirling around, not toward the door, but toward the back half of the bar. For a moment, I worried Brakkor had managed to sneak around behind me, and I was flustered—

But no.

It was a man—a human man, with the top two buttons of his shirt undone and his jacket slung over his shoulder. He looked like a businessman on a company expense account, and the way he was eyeing me made me think he was wondering if I accepted credit cards.

I wrinkled my nose, and I lifted my straw to my lips again, hoping he’d get the hint.

He didn’t.

With what he probably thought was a smooth smile, he slid onto the bar stool beside me and gestured to the bartender. “Get the lady another one. I’ll take a gin and tonic.” He turned a smarmy smile my way. “I’m Robert. What do you say to letting me buy you dinner? I hear they do a good steak here.”

I shook my head at the bartender, who’d thankfully glanced at me for confirmation, then looked around the bar. This was a hotel, for fuck’s sake, and not the Ritz. No one chose to eat out here.

“No thank you,” I managed primly. “I’m waiting for someone.”

His smile widened, and he nodded to the bartender who slid his glass to him. “That’s okay, honey.” He made another show of looking me up and down, his gaze lingering on my tits. “I can wait.”

I resisted the urge to cross my arms in front of me, and instead turned back to the bar, trying to block his view. When I’d been dressing earlier tonight, I’d thought I looked sexy and powerful and alluring.

The way this Robert looked at me made me feel cheap.

“You don’t need to,” I managed to rasp, thinking fast. “My boyfriend doesn’t like guys bothering me.”

The man snorted. “Boyfriend. Right.” To my surprise, he slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the bar beside me. “Look, honey, whatever he’s paying you, I can double it. I have a penthouse upstairs, I can make it worth your while.”

Oh God.

Oh God.

My eyes squeezed closed, and my stomach flipped over—not with the same nervousness as earlier, but fear. Is that what this guy thought of me? Is that what all these people thought?

Suddenly, this plan seemed sleazy. I thought it was an empowering decision, to grasp my own pleasure, my own destiny, in both hands…but now I was wondering if a one-night hookup with a stranger wasn’t any better than what Robert was proposing.

My voice shook when I said, “It—it’s not like that. My boyfriend—”

“Sure, honey.” Suddenly, Robert’s hand was on my upper arm, squeezing, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. “I can be your boyfriend for an hour or two, eh?”

Tears pricked at my eyes as I began to panic.

And then, that voice from last night, the voice from my dreams, rescued me.

“You have until the count of one to get your hands off my date,” Brakkor growled, and I twisted in my seat to smile up at him in relief.

He didn’t seem to notice; his gaze was locked on Robert. Who, thankfully, released me so quickly I fell off the chair and against Brakkor. He caught me and pulled me against his chest.

Only then did he drop his gaze to me. “Hello, Jocelyn.”

“Brakkor,” I breathed.

I dunno why I did it; maybe I was still caught up in pretending he was my boyfriend for Robert’s sake. Maybe I was just so damn grateful that he’d appeared just as he’d done, and said all the right things. Whatever it was, I stretched up on my toes and brushed a kiss against his jaw.

A male I’d never met before. I kissed him right there in the bar.

If you get your way, you’ll be doing a lot more than that in an hour.

Right, but maybe he didn’t agree, because Brakkor surged back in surprise. “The fuck was that supposed to be?”

His hand rested on my ass, and I felt him squeeze it, which didn’t help my confusion. Feeling myself blushing, I dropped my gaze to his chest. “A kiss.”

“No, it wasn’t.” When he took hold of my chin, I could feel his power, his command, and my knees went weak. He lifted my gaze to his, and when I took in his scars, his tattoos, this close, I realized I was going breathless in anticipation.

When he grinned, it wasn’t a nice grin. There was wicked promise there.

“Kitten, this is a kiss.”

Brakkor

Godsdamn this little bit of human was hot.

I could feel my Kteer—that primitive force inside me which had evolved to keep orcs alive in dangerous situations, but now seemed focused on sex—growl deep in my chest. Hunt. Catch. Fuck.

It felt like I’d already caught Jocelyn, so there was only one thing left to do…

With a little moan, she melted against me, and I found my other hand going to her ass, cupping it, holding her against me. Fuck, but she was ready for me, wasn’t she?

When I swept my tongue against hers, the little human moaned again and mimicked my movement—tentatively at first, then with a boldness that made me grin against her lips, my tusks framing our kiss in the best way.

I could smell her arousal.

My body reacted to that sweet scent even more than the feeling of her pressed against me, and I didn’t stop the low growl that rose in my chest. She was plastered against me, and I knew, with a twitch of my claws, I could have that little red skirt hiked up and my fingers pressed into her wetness.

The only thing that stopped me was the realization that that kind of shit would put her ass on display for the entire bar to see. And my Kteer didn’t like that thought. Jocelyn Dupont was mine tonight—no one else was going to see her ass before me.

So I managed to rein in my cock, pulling away and straightening…she tried to follow, pressing up on her toes to keep her lips locked with mine as long as possible. My smirk grew.

Finally, though, Jocelyn settled back on her heels, her breathing heavy, her skin flushed, and her pretty brown eyes heavy-lidded.

Godsdamn, the way she was looking up at me—half-confused, half-satisfied, all-aroused—made me want to hoist her over my shoulder and carry her up to the room I’d just checked into.

I lifted my hand to her chin, the callused pad of my thumb brushing over her swollen lower lip.

“See, Kitten?” I murmured. “That was a kiss.”

She swayed against me as she made a noise, which might’ve intended to be a word. Suddenly, she thrust herself upright and twisted to look behind her.

When I realized why she was scanning the bar, my lips curled up on one side again. “He’s not here.”

“Wha?” She blinked, then shook her head. “I mean, who?”

“The guy who was bothering you.” I checked back through my senses, which I hadn’t been able to turn off, even when all my focus had been on Jocelyn’s lips. “He got the message and left somewhere around the time you decided to suck on my tongue.”

To my surprise, the little female flushed and dropped her gaze to my chest. I smelled her embarrassment, and one of my brows rose in confusion. She was ashamed?

“Hey.” I lifted her chin again, brushing my thumb over her lip, just because I could. But Jocelyn kept her gaze locked on my chest. “Look at me, Kitten.”

I could feel her reluctance to drag her gaze back up to mine, but she did it, even as she began to chew on her lower lip. Did she have any idea how arousing that was? Or was my body just reacting to the scent of her sweet cunt?

“Joss,” I murmured, caressing her lip again. “It’s alright. What are you nervous about?”

“I’ve just…” Her gaze dropped to my jaw again. “I’ve never done this before.”

My grin flashed arrogantly. “I have.”

She peeked up at me from under her lashes. “You have?” Her hands were gripping the thin strap of her purse. “The hotel, the hook-up…everything?”

Hunt. Catch. Fuck.

My Kteer rumbled in my chest, wanting to taste her again as much as I did. My thumb brushed her lip again.

“Yeah, Kitten. All the time. This is no big deal.”

“Maybe not to—”

She bit down on whatever she was saying, dropping her chin along with her gaze, and pulling away from my hold.

My brow rose. “You want to back out? We don’t have to do this.”

“No, I—” She took a deep, shuddering breath, still staring at my chest. “I want this. I want this,” she repeated in a whisper.

Fuck yeah, she wanted this. I could smell how much she wanted this…and for the first time, I wondered if she was wearing panties, for her arousal to be hitting me this hard. That little red dress had a tiny skirt, and I realized I was already reaching for her ass to feel for myself…

I was a sucker for a nice round ass on a female, and Jocelyn was everything I loved. Round ass, big tits, big eyes, and legs that went all the way up.

Everyone’s got legs that go all the way up, idiot. That’s how legs work.

Yeah, but Jocelyn’s went all the way up, with the curve of where they met her ass just hidden by the hem of that red miniskirt.

You’re horny as fuck, dude. Get her up to the room, take the edge off.

Right.

Right. It had been a while since I’d gotten laid; that probably explained why I was reacting so strongly to Jocelyn being in my arms. But first, I had to be certain she was still on board.

“Joss…” I forced myself not to reach for her, to pull her back. Instead, I cleared my throat, my fingers curling into fists. “Kitten, you have to be sure. That agreement on the app means shit if you’ve changed your mind.”

I watched her sneak a glance around the bar. Did she realize how many people were staring at her? I wasn’t the only male here who had noticed how fucking delicious she looked, all wrapped up in that tight red dress. I wanted to growl at them to mind their own fucking business—Jocelyn was mine.

Just for tonight, remember?

Yeah. Yeah, she was mine, just for tonight.

Yeah.

When she took a deep, shuddering breath, her tits pressed upward against the tight bodice, almost spilling out. I dug my claws into my palms to keep from cupping them. I wanted to taste her nipples. I wanted to show her what my tongue can do.

I wanted to feel her come on my cock.

Gods below, you are desperate for some pussy, aren’t you?

From the way my mouth watered, and my cock throbbed, I was beginning to suspect this wasn’t about some pussy. This was about Jocelyn, and the way she’d responded to that kiss.

Finally, she lifted her chin, her gaze locked on my jaw once more.

“I want this,” she repeated quietly. “It’s what I’ve wanted for a long time. I’ve done my research, and I want to feel—I mean, this is just about feeling good, right?” Her tongue darted over her lower lip, making me want to growl. “Just some fun.”

“Mutual pleasure,” I managed to rasp out.

“Yeah. And…” Another deep breath, as her shoulders straightened. “And I don’t care if everyone here thinks I’m a—a whore or something. I want to do this for me.”

“Fuck, Kitten, you got no idea how much I want to do this for you too.”

It wasn’t until her big brown eyes flashed up to mine in surprise that I realized what I’d groaned out loud. But I forgot to care, because she really had the prettiest eyes, didn’t she? They were ringed with a band of topaz that made them look like honey.

Never, in all my life, had a female’s eyes aroused me.

“Say the words, Joss,” I rasped, then swallowed, trying to get my voice under control. “I’m going to order you a drink, then we’re going up to my room, and I’m going to make you scream with pleasure, just like I promised you last night. But you have to tell me that’s what you want.”

To my surprise, she shook her head, sending all those thick brown curls waving sensually around her shoulders. I had a moment to feel panic, worrying that she was slipping from my hold, when she explained.

“I don’t want a drink, thank you.” Her tongue darted over her lower lip. “I just want…what we talked about last night. With you.”

Finally giving in to temptation, I reached for her, my hand cupping her ass again. “You’re sure, Kitten?”

She tipped her head back, exposing the most delicious neck. “Please, Brakkor. I want you to fuck me.”