CHAPTER FIFTEEN #2
I release her fingers and decide to let her response hang in the air for the rest of the drive home. I give her directions, knowing she’s never been to my home in Hermosa Beach, and close my eyes.
“Wow. Nice digs,” Trina says, surprised, as she pulls into the driveway of my five-bedroom, two-story home.
It is nice.
It’s a place where I can rest after the craziness of my daily life. I can hear the waves of the ocean as it’s just a two-minute walk to the beach. I dreamed of this house for years while stomping through sand and crawling on my knees.
Much like I was the past few days, except this time it was the woman sitting beside me in my visions. I certainly didn’t think I’d have her in my home this quickly.
“Thanks for the ride home.” I remove my seat belt and go to move but flinch, remembering my injury.
“Stop.” Trina jumps out of the car before I can say anything, and by the time I’m out she has my bag out of the back seat.
“Think I proved I can carry that, little wolf.” I grumble as she marches up the steps to my home looking like she’s dragging a dead body.
“You’re so stubborn. Can’t you let anyone help you?” Then she drops it to the floor, clearly struggling with the weight.
I can’t help my smile as I punch the code into my door, and it clicks open. Then I plant my hand on the wall above her and lean in. Her breath hitches and my cock hardens as those baby blues of hers dilute.
“Yeah, I can. If you really want to help me, I have an itch, want to scratch it?”
“Ugh.” Trina shoves my chest, but I barely move an inch. Instead, the corner of my lips twitch as I watch her fight her arousal.
“Fine.” I shrug. “Please carry my bag inside for me. I am weak and injured.” I push off the wall and head inside, chuckling to myself while Trina grunts as she lifts my duffle and then drops it on the floor in the entrance with an oomph.
“Close door,” I say out loud and keep walking.
The door automatically clicks shut behind her.
“How did you—”
I walk into the kitchen hoping like fuck she’ll follow. I’m nowhere near done with her and the flicker in her eyes as I leaned in a moment ago told me she’s been thinking about last weekend as much as I have.
“Marshall, I have to go.”
I grab a glass and fill it with water. After being in the desert, I’m thirsty for what feels like weeks after.
“You said you wanted to help me.” I taunt as she bites her bottom lip. “Can you help me take my bag upstairs?”
“No. You’re fucking with me now.” She props a hip.
I drop the glass on the counter and stalk toward her like the hunter I am. She doesn’t move, just stays deathly still as I cup her face with my hand.
“Yes, little wolf, I am. Because I’ve thought about this moment a million times over the past few days when I wasn’t sure I was coming home.”
“Marsh,” she whispers, closing her eyes.
She cares.
Goddamn it, this woman cares about me.
“And I’m not going to hold back. This time when my lips land on yours they’re gonna move over every inch of your body. So, if you want to run, now would be the time.”
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Trina doesn’t move. Instead, her eyes glow, showing me just how aroused she is, her lips part invitingly.
“One more chance.” I rasp, my mouth barely an inch from hers.
Tick.
She arches seductively into me the moment I slam my lips down on hers. Both of us let out a guttural moan and claw at one another like we’ve waited ten lifetimes for this kiss.
Fuck me. My little wolf tastes like spice and apples as she opens and I take complete possession of her. Twisting and lapping, our tongues dance, claiming all the desire we’ve ignored for so damn long.
When I feel her fingers press into my biceps, real damn close to my wound, I try for as long as I can to ignore the pain.
I am not doing anything to give her cause to run.
Nothing.
With my good arm, I sweep it under her legs and lift her. “Wrap your arms around me.”
“You’re wounded.”
“Fuck the wound.” I growl and stride through the kitchen and almost run up the damn stairs. In my bedroom, I drop her bedside the door to the bathroom and kiss her again, pressing her into the wall.
I pepper kisses down her neck and my cock hardens further as she lets out sexy mews.
God I want to lift her leg and slam into her right her. But I’m filthy.
“Stay there,” I order her in a rough voice and rip off my T-shirt. Her eyes roam over my chest and then I drop my pants and hear her intake of breath.
I’m commando.
Trina places her hand on my pec and begins trailing it down over my abs.
“I’m dirty.” I grip her fingers, and her eyes snap up to mine. “You’re coming in the shower with me.”
I see her blink but don’t give her a second to take control of the situation. She’s with an alpha male and it’s time this little wolf learned where she belongs in the pack.
Underneath me.
Although I’ll happily let her ride me.
I tug her blouse open and let out a curse.
“Goddamn, these are the sweetest little tits.” I lower my mouth and tug down the lace, sucking on her nipple while she moans.
Her fingers lace through my hair. “Marshall. I need...”
“I know what you need.” I straighten and spin her around, unzipping her skirt while she palms the wall to steady herself.
Her skirt falls to the floor as I tug her panties up so they press against her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she cries.
Holy fucking hell. Why did I wait so long to take control of this woman?
I run my hand down her back, taking in the softness of her tanned skin, then brush her long dark hair over her shoulder.
My mouth clamps to her neck.
“Ready for me to fuck you darlin’?” My hand rounds her body, flattens on her stomach and then slides down inside her panties.
“Yes. Oh yes!” She cries the last part louder as my fingers slip through her wet flesh.
She’s absolutely soaked.
My control snaps. I spin Trina around, lick my fingers and slam my mouth on hers again. “Fuck the shower. I need to be inside you right goddamn now.”
I lift her, carry her to the bed, tug down her panties, and then line up my cock.
Shit.
Condom.
“Do not move. Do not fucking move.” I growl.
I grab a rubber from my bedside cabinet, rip it open and snap it on. When I’m between her legs again I widen her thighs with my palms and lean in.
With one long lick I have her screaming and arching off the bed.
God she tastes like heaven. So much better than in my dreams.
“Jesus.”
“Marshall will do.” I smirk, but it vanishes when I straighten and press the head of my cock against her soaking entrance.
“You’re impossible.” Trina reaches for my neck and tugs on the ends of my hair as I push inside her.
“So tight.” I ground out. “Suck me into your pussy.”
“Harder, Marsh. More. I want all of you. Please.”
I smirk again. I knew she’d be a dirty girl. There was zero doubt she would be amazing in bed and now I get to have all of her.
Finally.
Lifting her legs over my shoulder, I thrust in balls deep as she strangles me with the walls of her sex. Yes! Christ she’s tight.
My mouth takes one of her still lace covered nipples again, and I suck it hard, letting it pop out. Then the other one.
“Oh god. More, Marshall. More,” Trina pleads.
I pull out, then thrust in again, then again, watching as my wild wolf tosses her head and arches in response.
Lifting her hips with my good arm, I speed up my movements, eager to fill her with my first load. We both know this isn’t going to last long. The buildup has been insane.
“I’m going to come,” Trina warns. “Oh, shit.”
I drop her hip, use my thumb to circle her clit as I continue to pound into her. A firestorm plows through me, watching her fall apart, and sends a shock of pleasure right to my goddamn dick. We climax together, our screams filling the room as sweat layers our bodies.
Holy hell.
What a way to come home.
I drop to my elbow beside her and let her legs relax back down. My arm aches but I don’t care. Panting and catching my breath, I open my eyes and tilt my head, smiling at her.
Trina stares at me like she’s in shock.
I press my sweaty lips to hers. “We’re doing that again.”