Chapter 10
Clover
He was a talker when he was knot-deep. Luckily, he was also easily distracted, and I was able to head off inquiries into my identity with a makeout sesh.
It would be a lot easier to make everyone else think we were strangers if we didn’t know too much about each other.
I did have an advantage, though, and I was absolutely going to Internet stalk this man for my own enjoyment.
I’d find him easily enough when searching the company, and I wasn’t about to forget those green eyes anytime soon.
Sweat prickled my temples, my whole body feeling like I was in a sauna. He smelled fucking delicious, like the earth after rain. Petrichor suited him. Just like in nature, it was the promise that someone was going to get very wet.
Blessedly, that someone was me. I was pouring slick like a damn fountain.
Why did he have to be who he was? I really should’ve gotten Car Cutie’s name.
At least I knew he wasn’t the boss of any of my friends and that he could get me off.
Those were two very important qualifiers in a potential partner.
Unfortunately, this gorgeous specimen between my thighs only met one of them.
Keeping this one hidden was a bit of a relief.
He was my own little secret, and I intended for him to stay that way.
I couldn’t be rolling around with the pack’s boss.
They already put up with a lot having me live on their property, and I didn’t imagine anyone would be happy about this particular turn of events.
Boss Man and I made the relatively seamless transfer from bathroom to desk, where he spread me across the smooth wood. I tugged down the straps of my dress and wedged my strapless bra down to my waist.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispered as he bent over, scooping my tits with his hands, looking torn between the multitude of options before him.
“You can have one motorboat to get it out of your system,” I offered.
His laugh was fucking cute. He didn’t go for a full motorboat, but he did press his face against them with a groan. “Why are you so fucking soft everywhere?” The words came out muffled, and I couldn’t help grinning, my omega instincts far too pleased at how jazzed he was to touch me.
Before I could formulate any sort of response, he turned and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
I arched off the desk with a whimper. I loved a man who put some focus on the titty.
A lot of them were so damn concerned with getting their dick wet that they put all their attention on the kitty, but dammit, I was a greedy bitch who wanted everything attended to.
He swept his hands over my exposed skin, the possessive grip when he found a spot he liked—he was a big fan of the love handles—only making me more needy.
I had a lot of squish to my body, and that wasn’t to everyone’s taste, but the men who loved it, really loved it.
This one at least fully recognized what he had in his hands.
My last encounter had been so quick, and I’d expected this one to be as well, but I also wasn’t about to turn down a little worship.
“Please tell me your name,” he murmured against my skin.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, trying to collect my thoughts while he was busy sending bolts of electricity through me with his tongue. “What are you going to do with that information?”
He kissed his way up my throat, his breath hot on my ear. “Maybe I want something to moan in the future when I’m reduced to fucking my own fist and remembering this moment.”
A shiver rolled through me, and my eyes fully crossed when he wedged his fingers between us to tease my clit before returning to sucking my soul out through my titty. If he was trying to do his best to make me rethink the strangers angle and repeat this occasion, he was definitely doing a good job.
I dug my nails into his scalp to steady myself. “Clover.”
“Good girl. You want something to scream?”
Oh, he was dangerous.
“Maybe.”
“Hunter.” He wiggled his hips, finding his knot able to slide free. “I already know I can make you come. Let me hear my name on your lips before we go back to reality.”
“Make me.” I had a very strict policy of faking nothing. If a partner couldn’t force the sounds out of me, they didn’t get to have them.
Hunter’s eyes gleamed as he dropped to his knees and hooked my thighs over his shoulders. “All right.”
His tongue on my cunt had me arching with a cry. Good god. The man ate pussy like it was his job. I couldn’t have caught my breath to form his name even if I wanted to. Instead, I was reduced to panting and a death grip on his hair.
He pulled back before I could tumble over the edge, giving me only slow, lapping licks. “Say it.”
My desperate whine shot tension through him, and he bowed to his task once more. How was I supposed to give him what he wanted when I could barely remember my name, let alone his?
“Please,” I whimpered.
He slowed again and kissed the inside of my thigh. “Close, but not quite.”
I growled, trying to nudge his face back where it belonged, but he only laughed. His tongue glided from cunt to clit, his gaze holding me hostage when I dared to look down. I hated getting edged. I wanted my pleasure, and I wanted it now. “Please.”
“Two more syllables and it’s all yours.” He sucked hard and I rose up, as if controlled by puppet strings, with every torturous lick.
Fuck it.
“Hunter, please.”
He didn’t move an inch, pouring his all into getting me off now that I had given him what he wanted. I detonated with a feral cry and a rush of slick, clamping my thighs around his head.
I was half delirious by the time Hunter got to his feet and braced his hands on each side of me on the desk. “I’d go for another round, but your legs were shaking so hard, I’m worried you’ll get a cramp.”
I laughed, lying there limp and sated. He wasn’t wrong about that being a concern.
He smelled like a peony garden had exploded all over him, and his shirt was soaked. For the moment I didn’t care, I actually liked having my scent covering him while I was in this lustful haze. I hooked my fingers into the collar and pulled him in, indulging myself in lazy kisses while I recovered.
Hunter purred against my mouth.
“I don’t think de-scenter is going to be enough to cover the slick on your shirt,” I commented.
“I have a whole wardrobe here, so I’m not worried about that. I might keep the shirt as a trophy.”
A helpless giggle tumbled out of me. “You’re ridiculous.”
“It’s part of my charm.” He kissed me again and helped me sit up.
“To be clear, I’m not chasing you out of here.
Stay as long as you like, even if that’s to the end of the party.
I have to shower your slick off before I go back down there, which I wouldn’t at all, if I weren’t the host. You’re welcome to use anything in the bathroom for yourself. ”
I slid to my feet and dipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind me so I could pee in peace.
I spared a few moments getting myself presentable, though I could only do so much.
The foundation in my clutch covered the marks he put on my throat, and he surprisingly had some dry shampoo so I could take care of the sweat we’d worked up, but everything beyond that was a lost cause.
I disappeared while he was in the shower, carefully making my way back to the party.
Meadow located me while I was halfway through a glass of water. “There you are. Did you develop invisibility powers?”
“Apparently. Are you still doing okay?”
“I think I’ve hit my limit on time without my baby, but you’re totally free to stay.”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll go home with you and love on my sapling. The boys can stay out late. Besides, it’s hot as balls in here with all these people, and I need a shower.”
Meadow sniffed me. “Why do you smell like rain?”
Fuck.
“New perfume. I got a sample pack at the mall, tossed it in my clutch and used it to cover up the sweat. I agree, it’s a bit much for a crowded space. All the more reason to shower.”
Meadow seemed to accept the explanation. We briefly met up with her pack and let them know we were ready to leave. At Meadow’s insistence, they stayed, but Beckett did have a car service pick us up and get us safely back to the pack house.
My bestie bounced her knee the whole trip and practically leapt out of the car to reclaim Forest when the security babysitters met her at the door.
“I’ll make us some tea,” I offered.
“Please, that sounds great.” Meadow cuddled her baby, nuzzling her cheek on his head.
I disappeared to the guesthouse to quickly shower Hunter off my skin and change into pajamas before rejoining Meadow in the living room of the main house to curl up on the couch with our freshly brewed tea. She was instantly chill now that Forest was within reach again.
“Sapling, did you miss Mommy and Auntie?”
He smiled but didn’t offer much in the way of a verbal response.
Meadow stretched out against me, Forest quickly falling asleep in her arms while I searched for something we could watch on TV that wouldn’t startle him awake randomly.
I settled on a travel show of people finding houses in exotic locales.
Meadow and I had watched a fair few of them during our roommate days, and half the fun was egregiously critiquing the taste of everyone involved, even though we’d never be able to afford the houses.
Well…Meadow could now, but it was still fun regardless.
“Thanks for being the best,” Meadow said softly.
I wrapped an arm around her and Forest. “Ditto a thousand times over.”
“Besties for life?” She snuggled in deeper with a contented sigh.
“Obviously. You’d have to pry me out of here with a crowbar.”