Chapter 7
7
JOHNNY
My dick was so hard it was about to break off. I had her taste on my tongue, and my wolf was thrilled, but eager for more. So was I. Lyssa climbed off me, pushed her t-shirt back down, and tried to get her tangled pants back on. I watched while picking up my hat from the floor and adjusting my aching member in my jeans.
Even though pleasuring my mate was a fucking spiritual experience, the protector in me was still on guard. The doors were open to the front and back of the house, so I’d been listening for anyone approaching. There was no way I would’ve let anyone see the lovely Lyssa in the throes of an orgasm.
Unless she was into that. In which case, I could work to get over my possessiveness to let my female get her fantasies fulfilled. Her satisfaction was my utmost priority.
Once she’d set her clothing back to rights, I took her hand and kissed the backs of her fingers. “How long do we have before Mitch gets back?” I kept my voice suggestive, trying not to kill the mood.
She didn’t need to know that I planned to subdue her boss and take him away when he returned. Fuck. How was I going to swing that with her here? I needed to get her somewhere safe because based on the evidence and accusations, Chapman wasn’t safe for any female to be around.
She shrugged. “Oh, he won’t be back for a while. Days. Weeks, maybe.”
I relaxed. She was safe for now. But I needed to let Rob know… or the Council.
“I, uh, almost never see him,” she added.
I scented a lie. What was she hiding? Was Chapman hiding elsewhere on the ranch? Was she in on Chapman’s dirty deeds? I couldn’t believe that, especially since his crime was trafficking females, but maybe I was blinded because she was my mate.
No, her words were plausible. Chapman was shady, but he was also a businessman. Maybe he’d instructed her not to give out his schedule to anyone for privacy’s sake. That made sense, but her tiny lie made her nervous.
I hoped that was it.
Either way, we’d figure it out. She didn’t know it yet, but she was my mate. This would be ride or die. I wasn’t going anywhere without her.
“So that means I can take as long as I need with you,” I promised. I pulled one of her fingers into my mouth and sucked hard. “Don’t move. I’m gonna shut the doors, so the ranch hands can’t hear you scream.” I winked.
I saw a flicker of misgiving cross her face, and I froze, realizing how that sounded. “Oh, shit.” I reached out to catch both her shoulders, gave her a very reassuring smile. “I meant good screams. Did that sound like I’m some kind of psycho?”
Her face relaxed, and she laughed. “No. But I did just meet you.”
She blushed and glanced away.
Good. She had good instincts. She’d just let herself go with me because she sensed on some level we were made for each other. Except she was human, and the doubts were starting to show. She was a good girl, I could tell, and good girls didn’t get eaten out in their employer’s entryway by a stranger.
Except she had. And wanted more. I just had to keep that wild streak going. To have her keep letting out her inner bad girl.
“Baby, you’re safe with me. I swear, there’s no guy safer for you. I will defend you against” —I stopped myself from saying your no-good, most likely dangerous boss or any other promise that would sound too intense — “you know, burnt cookies and blaring alarms.” I grinned. “And, hell, anything that you say no to. Including me.” I raised my brows. “That’s a promise.”
She gave me a gentle shove and a smile. “I’ll shut these. You go and shut the back doors.”
Hell, yes. She wasn’t throwing me out.
My smile grew wider.
She trusted me.
I tipped my hat. “Yes, ma’am.” I jogged to shut both sets of French doors, taking the opportunity to send Rob, my alpha, the short text while there.
Chapman’s not here.
Now he knew I wasn’t dead and could notify the Council of the dead end.
When I returned, I swung Lyssa up into my arms, and she gasped then laughed. Oh, that was a sound I didn’t know I needed to hear. It soothed something in me. “Now, which way is your bedroom?”
She tipped her head toward the kitchen.
I carried her that way, and she pointed me toward a spacious caretaker’s suite located past the laundry room. Like the rest of the place, it was appointed in luxury, with a two-sided gas fireplace that could be seen from the bedroom and the bathroom and a jacuzzi tub big enough for two. When I got her back to the bunkhouse at Wolf Ranch, I wondered if she would think it would be roughing it. Rob hadn’t spared anything when he made the well-appointed building, with a huge main common area that served as rec room, kitchen, and dining space in one. There were also large bedrooms for all the hands, but I was the only one staying there at the moment. While there was a fireplace in the main room, there wasn’t one in the room Lyssa and I would share. Nor a jacuzzi tub.
“Damn. Nice digs.”
“I know, right?” Lyssa sounded in awe but then seemed to collect herself. “I mean, I love it. It’s a great job.”
“How long have you worked for Mitch?”
“Just a few months. To be honest, I’m not sure how long it will last. I guess he goes through caretakers pretty fast.”
I frowned. Was that because he was a volatile boss? Or was he making them disappear, like the shifter females he’d sold on the black market? That made my wolf hackles rise. I didn’t like Lyssa working for this guy. Nor the fact that if I hadn’t been assigned to come here to search for him, I’d never have found her. She could have remained in danger.
I wanted to punch a wall and never let Lyssa go at the same time.
I had to talk myself down. Chapman isn’t here. Your mate is safe. You’re an enforcer. Your alpha and the Council trust you to keep everyone safe. You’ll never let anything happen to her.
Based on the evidence, he’d probably be dead soon. In a matter of days, he’d be before the Council, and this would all be over. The threat to my mate would be gone. Permanently.
Right now, she was in the safest place she could ever be. With me. And I had far more pressing matters to deal with than another enforcer finding the asshole at a different location. Like, my mate’s sexual satisfaction. Then, figuring out how to make her fall in love with me.
She grabbed my hat as I laid her down in the middle of the king-sized bed and tossed it onto the floor.
I kicked off my boots.
“I hate that you covered yourself back up, baby. Lemme see those tits again,” I ordered as I pulled my wallet from my pocket, grabbed the condom there, and tossed it onto the bed beside her. Hopefully, she didn’t find me too crass.
She didn’t. The scent of her arousal bloomed as she peeled her shirt off over her head and threw it onto the floor. Her pale pink bra barely contained the full swells of her breasts.
“Fuck, that’s pretty.” I yanked my own shirt open and wrestled out of it as I climbed onto the bed.
She looked down and mumbled, “It’s, um, I didn’t know I’d have company…”
My gaze flicked up to hers from her tits. “Damn. Are you really not sure how insanely hot you are? Let’s get you bare, so I can see all of you.”
Her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as we worked together to get her out of the rest of her clothes.
“Oh.” Her laugh was breathy as we fought with getting her jeans over one foot.
“Oh damn.” I shook my head like something was wrong.
“What?”
“You are too perfect.” Full breasts, lush curves, neatly trimmed pussy–that I was now very acquainted with. She was better than perfect.
She smiled. Yeah, she liked that praise. I would give it to her every day from now on.
She reached for the button on my jeans and opened it. “My sister’s the hot one. I guess I kinda always felt plain in comparison.”
I shook my head, kneeling before her, giving her free rein of getting to my dick. I ran a fingertip around her nipple, tracing the skin. Silky soft. Warm. Mine. “No one is hotter than you. No one .”
Her skin darkened further with a blush. She unzipped my jeans and shoved them down my hips enough for my cock to spring free. “You’re pretty hot, yourself, cowboy.” She laughed as I knelt over her, one hand by her head, blocking out everything, so all she could see was me. “That’s what I called you in my head before you introduced yourself. Hot Cowboy.”
I rumbled, sliding my hand behind her nape to lift her mouth to mine. “I’ll be your hot cowboy, baby. Anytime you want.” I went in for a kiss, stroking my lips across hers just once before I parted them with my tongue.
She found my cock again and gripped the base. My balls tightened, and I groaned against her mouth.
Fuck, I was so hot for this female I was gonna come before we even got started. Especially since I had her taste on my tongue, and the way she looked when she came burned in my brain.
“Listen.” I pushed her back onto the bed and followed, taking her mouth again. When I broke the kiss, I said, “I don’t want you to think this is normal for me. Having a condom in my wallet. Hopping in bed with a woman within minutes of meeting.”
Fine, I fucked. I wasn’t indiscriminate, but it had never meant anything before. Sex was approached differently for shifters. Or it had been for me. Until now. Now, in a matter of an hour, it meant everything. I’d only ever have it with Lyssa ever again. It was crucial she knew that this meant something to me. That she was different.
She parted her legs, and my hips dropped into the cradle between them. My bare cock slid over her damp sex, and I nearly came again. Because I suddenly wanted to thrust into her. Bare. I didn’t get STDs, but humans had conversations about protection for that. Pregnancy, too.
My dick spurted pre-cum at the thought of her pregnant with our pup.
Patience. I had to have fucking patience. I could use a condom, protect Lyssa. Let her know I thought of her safety and needs in all things.
“Me neither,” she admitted.
I kissed along her collarbone, promised myself I’d count and lick every freckle she had later. “I’m not a player,” I added. “I just felt a genuine connection the minute I met you.”
Like a permanent, fated bond.
I cupped her breast. “This pretty thing and her twin are makin’ it hard for me to think.” I brought my tongue to one nipple and swirled around the dark brown areola.
Her eyes flared wide for a moment, then she laughed. Her fingers buried in my hair. “Don’t think. Just suck. ”
“Yes, ma’am,” I agreed. I licked and sucked her nipple into a stiff peak, then switched to give the other one the same attention. The whole time, my cock throbbed, balls blue and aching. Pre-cum leaked onto the covers between her legs.
“Tell me three things about you.” I kissed down the soft plane of her belly, stopping to swirl my tongue in her belly button, then moved lower.
“Three things?” Her voice rose in pitch like she wasn’t used to having the attention turned on her.
I teased the tip of my tongue between her labia, directly above her clit, without making contact with it. “Three things, and then I’ll make you scream.”
She wriggled beneath me, trying to get closer to my mouth. “Three things,” she panted. “Um, okay… I have a sister.”
“Doesn’t count. I already knew that.” I kissed the apex of her slit and teased the opening once more with the tip of my tongue. I couldn’t get enough.
She let out a little warbling breath. “I, um, suck at making cookies.” She giggled.
“Nope. Knew that, too. Are you holding back from me, Lyssa?” I pulled one of her labia into my mouth and sucked before I released it with a pop.
“I’m a special effects designer!”
I gave her a generous lick, parting her and dragging my tongue all the way up. “Special effects? Impressive. That’s one. Now two more.”
“I love ice cream.”
“I’ll accept that one if you tell me your favorite flavor, too.” Mine was my mate’s pussy.
“Mint chocolate chip.”
“Noted. What else?”
“I, um, haven’t had sex in two years.”
“Oh, baby. Thank you for sharing that. I will make this worth the wait.” I went to town on her pussy once again, licking, sucking, tracing around her inner lips. I got the little nubbin of her clit between my lips and suctioned onto it.
That was how I earned my first scream–in her bed. I shoved two fingers into her and stroked her inner front wall–just behind her clit at the same time to bring her to orgasm. She clenched around my fingers, her delicious juices dripping into my palm as her ass squeezed so tight her hips popped off the bed. I kept sucking her clit the entire time.
“Good girl,” I praised when her thighs stopped shaking, and she sank into the bed.
“Oh my God, what are you doing to me?”
“I’m earning my right to be between your legs, baby.”
She let out a laugh-sob. “It’s good. So good.”
I crawled over her. “Tell me three more things. ”
“Uh-uh.” She shook her head, her hands coming to my chest. “Your turn. Tell me three things about you.”
I kissed her neck then pushed back to sit on my heels to grab the condom. As I worked it on, I shared, “Okay. Here are three quick facts about me. One–licking your pussy is my new favorite thing. Two–I’m a ranch hand at Wolf Ranch, which is about two hours from here. And three–it’s time for you to take a cowboy for a ride.”