Chapter 13
She woke slowly, a deep contentment warming her. Well, that and a large, gently snoring male body nearby.
Though she drifted for a bit, eventually her brain kicked in and memories of the previous night surfaced.
The attack. Gary’s shift. And that, after it all, she’d talked with grizzly bear Gary long into the night.
It had been healing on a very deep level, and now—she cracked her eyes—now she was sleeping next to a very naked, very sexy man.
Sometime in the night, Gary had reverted to human form. But had he regained use of his legs? There was a very good way to find out. But it would take some real aggression on her part, and a willingness to go all the way.
She felt her lips curve as her body started heating up.
For someone who’d claimed to not like sex, she was wet and needy awful fast. Of course, that might have something to do with the stunningly beautiful male body beside her.
Or, perhaps it was because he was her best friend.
For the first time, the whole experience looked to be fun. No pressure or anxiety, just fun.
First things first. She slipped carefully out of bed and got herself cleaned up: teeth brushed, hair unknotted, clothes discarded.
Plus she found a string of fruit-flavored condoms buried in her toiletry bag, still within their expiration dates.
It had been a gag gift from a fellow flight attendant on her last birthday, a friend who didn’t know her deep dark secret.
The secret that had turned out to be all wrong.
She set the condoms on the bedside table, though her hands shook slightly. This was a big step. Was it what she wanted?
Yes, yes, yes!
There was no fear in Margaret’s heart, just love. And a whole lot of arousal. She was wet and needy just from looking at Gary in all his naked glory. Go figure.
Resolved, she approached the bed from the side.
She started slowly, gently stroking her hands along the backs of his things and buttocks.
Her heart pounded, wondering what he would feel.
He was lying face down on his belly, his legs spread, his feet dangling off the edge of the mattress. He didn’t move.
She took her time, patient, her massage stronger, her caresses more intimate. If he couldn’t feel this, she reasoned, she wasn’t bothering him. If he could, he needed all the stimulation she could give.
Nothing happened, not even a shift in his breathing. But when she ran her nail down the sole of his foot, he twitched. Not just his foot, but his whole leg.
Yes!
She did the same on his other side and got the same result, which was wonderful.
He had movement and sensation. Now was the time for her to do everything she could to cement this self image, to completely white out his thinking mind with a memory more powerful than his paralysis.
Which she could do, but he had to roll over.
Silent as she could be, afraid to wake him, she hauled his nearest leg out to the side so that it bent at the knee. Then she reached between his thighs and began to fondle him.
If this didn’t work…
It did, and it didn’t even take long. She heard his breath hitch and saw his bottom tighten, and soon he began to echo with his hips how she squeezed his sac in a gentle rhythm. And he started to wake for real.
“Margaret?” he murmured, her name muffled by the sheets.
“Roll over,” she said as she tugged on his hip.
“Mmmph.”
He did as she asked, though his eyes stayed closed.
With him on his back, his penis jutted up large and proud.
No raisin dick here. It was more like a thick cucumber.
She looked at his face and realized he was still out of it.
Should she let him rest? They’d said a shifter needed to sleep after one shift, and Gary’d done it twice.
But, this was for his own good. And for hers, because she was enjoying this. Playing with a man’s penis could be fun. Who knew?
She began to stroke him. It wasn’t hard to sense what he wanted, and pretty soon his breath hitched and his eyes cracked.
“Margaret?” he repeated.
“Shhhh,” she said. “I’m enjoying myself.” Then she bent over and took him in her mouth.
“Margaret!” he gasped as he pushed up on his elbows.
She plied her lips and her tongue to the best of her ability, and in a moment he dropped back onto the mattress. Better yet, she could see his toes curling, his feet and his calves moving restlessly. Then she felt him tug on her arm.
“Margaret. Margaret!”
She pulled upright and flashed a grin. “Yes?”
“I’ll finish too fast.”
That was what she’d had in mind, but he seemed determined.
“You like it slow. You like it—”
“This is for you,” she pointed out. And it was. Because she could trust him to make it about her whenever she wanted.
He looked at her, and she saw his gaze slide down the front of her naked body where she knelt beside him, and he got his own cat-in-the-cream grin. “If you get to play, I want to too.”
He hauled her up his body, and ooh wow, that felt nice.
Her breasts rubbed against his torso as he pulled her to his mouth, and the kiss was scorching hot.
Deep thrusts of his tongue, a thorough invasion, and lest she think he was still half asleep he abruptly rolled them over so he was in a dominant position.
“This okay?” he asked.
She grinned. “I love it.”
He kissed her again, totally owning her mouth, while his hand slid down to cup her breast. He’d learned yesterday’s lessons well.
He started stroking in just the right way, ramping her up faster than she’d thought possible.
And when he broke off the kiss so they both could breathe, he rolled down her body to suck on her nipples.
The man could use his tongue. Wow. And when he added the edge of his teeth, she was spreading her legs, aching for his penetration.
He didn’t give it to her. Not like she wanted.
His hand slipped down between her folds and began to stroke.
One deep thrust was followed by a long graze, just the way she’d taught him.
Her legs fell open, her back arched, and she couldn’t catch her breath.
Tension was coiling in her belly—and heat.
God, such heat burst outward from her veins.
So damned good.
But she had a goal here, and so she stretched out to her bedside table and grabbed a condom. “Gary!” she gasped.
He didn’t want to stop what he was doing to her breast. Hell, she didn’t want him to stop either, so she ripped open the condom with her teeth. Then she fumbled out the wet latex and pushed on his shoulder.
Her breast popped from his mouth, and she felt a zing of lightning burn straight to her womb. But she insisted he fall back so she could get this on him.
He went easily, and she adjusted her position enough to roll it on. He gasped at its wetness, but she squeezed his stalk as she stroked the condom on.
“Are you sure, Margaret?”
“Yes.” She looked up at him. “I want this.”
The realization made her blink. Surprise, surprise, she did want this. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel the invasion as he penetrated. She wanted to be stretched open and filled by him, and, “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
He grinned and abruptly hauled her upward to kiss him.
While she was above him, while their tongues were thrusting into each other’s mouths, she threw her leg over him and angled her body how she wanted.
He found her entrance immediately. The wetness was enough, and the slide onto him was pure heaven.
In truth, she wanted to go slower, to appreciate the steady expansion, but her body was so lubricated and his kiss so hot that she lost control of her legs and dropped down just as he thrust up.
Yes.
So large. So full. She loved it. And he gasped when he was fully seated inside her.
He didn’t move. Instead, he looked at her, his expression tender. “Still okay?”
She grinned. “I’m great. You?”
He chuckled. “Holding on by a thread, baby. If you want to go slow—”
“I don’t.” She bit her lip, amazed that what she wanted was hard thrusting, deep penetration, all of Gary all the way.
She leaned back, stretching upward as his hands flowed up her sides, then groaned as he palmed her breasts, twisting her nipples in just the way she liked.
And then she squeezed her inner muscles, hard. She bore down and heard him groan.
“Margaret—”
“Hard, Gary. And fast.”
His eyes widened and then he grinned. He surged forward—not inside her but around her.
He flipped them over without separating them, and she was abruptly on her back, him supporting his own weight as he rammed into her.
She cried out in pleasure. Her back arched, and her legs lifted to clench his thighs.
She felt his muscles flex with every heave, and she felt the impact all the way through her body.
Again and again, she arched in pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. She knew how this worked, unfortunately. He was going to finish too soon, and she would be left waiting. Wanting.
Except, he didn’t.
His brow furrowed, his jaw clenched, and he ground against her after every impact.
Harder. Wilder. And then, while the sweat beaded on his forehead, he shifted his weight.
He held himself upright with one hand while the other snaked between them.
The angle was awkward, but he managed, and while she ached for release, whimpering with need, he slammed his thumb down between them.
A rough push. Right where she wanted it. Then a final thrust.
Detonation.
Her entire body pulled taut then burst outward. Pulse after pulse of pleasure shot stars through her vision, real burst of lights that seemed to echo in her body.