Chapter 4
FOUR
Past the point of playful teasing now, Elias gave in to the need that had been simmering between them since the moment Wren walked into Cocks and Strippers. He wasted no time as he picked Wren up and carried her down the hall. Finally he had her in his bedroom. He set her down on the floor a few feet from the bed. He hooked his thumbs into her belt loops and tugged her forward. Elias tilted his head and went in for a kiss as his fingers splayed across her heart-shaped ass. The second their lips met, he felt liquid fire coursing through his veins.
Elias’ hands slipped under Wren's shirt and brushed along her ribcage, his fingers trailing a path that made her shiver. She watched him intently, dark lashes fluttering, their faces mere inches apart. Her breath hitched when his warm lips grazed her collarbone before they met hers once more. Elias followed each kiss with a gentle nip. He groaned against her lips while his hand slid down and pressed against the soft skin of her stomach, making her gasp.
Wren's hands found the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. She unbuttoned it, then ran her fingertips along the lines of his abs. Elias' tongue traced a line from Wren's collarbone down to her cleavage. Wren moaned, arching her head back, her fingers entwined in his hair as she guided his mouth where she needed him most.
They made their way towards the bed until the backs of Wren’s legs touched the edge.
“Do you want this?” he asked.
She nodded as she reached for his belt buckle, all her attention focused on undoing it.
“Wren. I need you to say it.”
Her fingers slowed as she looked into his eyes, puzzled.
“What is it?” he asked, afraid she’d tell him he was taking things too far, too fast.
She exhaled audibly, smiling. “It’s…I’m not used to guys who ask that question.”
That made him growl. “That’s a damn shame. But you still haven’t answered me.” He dropped his hands, ready for her to tell him no, that she was ready to leave.
“Yes, Elias. I want this. Or I wouldn’t be here. I walked into the bar knowing exactly what I wanted, and here we are.” She tilted her head. “Do you want this?”
God, she was beautiful to begin with, and her open desire only made her more so.
“I've been dreaming of this moment since I first laid eyes on you. As inappropriate as that is.”
Wren laughed. “I’m not your patient.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying.”
“Oh really?” she teased.
Elias opened his mouth to backtrack, but she took that opportunity to kiss him.
After that, Wren took her time undressing him. He savored every moment of watching her sparkling eyes as she exposed more of his body. She pushed his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and stopped to take in his torso.
“You could be a model, you know.”
“No thanks.” He’d been told that before and always laughed it off. But the compliment coming from Wren sank deep into his heart.
With an amused expression, she shook her head and went back to undressing him. She took her time with his button fly, letting the backs of her fingers brush his boxers as she undid button after button. When she reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs, Elias could barely contain himself. He helped her slide them down with his jeans, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.
Wren took him in her hand, gently stroking him as she looked into his eyes. He could see the desire burning within her. She started to lower herself but he stopped her.
“Oh, no. That’s not how this is going to go.”
“No?”
“Mmm, nope.”
Elias' hands delved into Wren's long hair. His fingers wove through the strands as he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to his hungry lips. God, she smelled good and tasted even better. Wren gasped as he kissed and nipped greedily at her skin. When he found a spot on her neck that seemed to set her ablaze, she dug her nails into his back.
"Oh God, Elias," she moaned as he continued to lavish attention on her sensitive skin. "I need you."
He growled low in response and savored her shivering body. His lips trailed lower, pausing only when he needed to unbutton her shirt and unhook her bra. Wren cried out as he took her nipple between his lips, suckling gently before teasing it with his tongue. Her hips bucked against him.
“That’s it, baby, my hungry, hungry baby.” Elias undid her shorts and watched them drop to her ankles. Her silky panties teased his cock as she rubbed against him.
“One sec,” she said as she stepped to the side. She kicked off her boots with a laugh and returned to his arms.
“These need to go, too.” Elias tucked his fingers under her panties and slid them down her long, shapely legs. Kneeling at her feet, he grasped her ass and pulled her forward to his mouth. She smelled so good—musky and sweet as he nuzzled her. His first taste of her hot, wet pussy made his cock twitch, but her satisfied moan made it jump. He licked and stroked her until her juices flowed free and her body tensed. Elias pulled away and she gasped.
“No, please! Need you.”
Elias slipped a finger inside her and she immediately squeezed tightly around it. Velvet, pure velvet. He slid his finger in and out as he pressed his thumb against her clit. She gripped his shoulders and rode his finger shamelessly, head tossed back. His cock wept as he watched her take her pleasure from him. Then he went back to eating her out until her knees buckled and she pressed herself against his mouth.
“Elias, my God! So good!”
When her body went limp, he laid her down on his bed. He covered her body in kisses as he worked his way up her body. Straddling her, he opened the nightstand drawer. Elias pulled out a string of condoms, tore one off, and laid the rest of them on the nightstand. As he started to tear the foil open, Wren snatched it out of his hands.
“Not yet, bad boy,” she purred. In one quick movement she sat up and grabbed his cock. “You aren’t stopping me this time.”
Elias groaned at her boldness. He was used to more passive women—not that he minded doing most of the work. But Wren excited him as she kept him guessing. Though there was no mistaking her intention as she leaned forward. She teased the weeping tip of his cock first with a single flick of her tongue. Then she pressed her lips against it and encircled his tip before opening her mouth for him, creating the illusion of pressing against the tightest, sweetest pussy.
“Fuck,” he gasped. Then she took him all the way inside her mouth. She held him there as her tongue stroked the underside of his cock before moving back down to his sensitive tip.
As she continued to move her mouth up and down his shaft, Elias felt his body begin to tense with pleasure. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin, and the way her tongue teased him drove him wild. He ran his fingers through her hair, gently pulling it as she took him deeper into her mouth.
"Lord have mercy," he groaned, his voice husky with desire. "You're so good at this."
Wren looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust as she continued to pleasure him.
"Slow down, baby," he warned her. "I'm not going to last long."
But Wren didn't listen. Instead, she took him deeper into her mouth, creating incredible sensations with her tongue. Elias groaned as she licked up and down his shaft, teasing him with every stroke.
His orgasm built, the pressure growing with every passing second.
“I can’t hold it, baby.”
“I don’t want you to. I want to taste you like you tasted me.”
He groaned as he tried to hold back, but it was no use. Her mouth, her hands, and most of all, her desire, proved to be too much. With one final groan, he came undone, his body shaking with the force of his release.
Wren pulled back, licking her lips as she looked up at him. "Mmm, you taste so good," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
Elias could only grin in response as he tried to catch his breath. He should have been done, ready to sleep, but his cock had other plans. He needed more of her. All of her.
He reached for the condom Wren had snatched from him but she beat him to it. She tore the package open and rolled the condom onto him slowly, taking her time as she watched him intently.
"God, you're so sexy," Elias whispered, his voice low and husky. He grasped her shoulders and pushed her down.
Wren grinned as he leaned down to kiss her deeply. Her hand snaked between them and she guided him inside her. Elias couldn't help but moan at the feeling of being connected with her. It went deeper than their physical connection as memories of watching her laugh, of seeing the sunlight play on her hair, of his excitement when she entered the bar played through his mind. He slowed his pace, not wanting their connection to end. Ever.
“Almost,” Wren whispered, her eyes tightly closed.
“Look at me,” he gasped. “Want to see when it happens.”
Wren opened her eyes. Her gaze locked onto his.
With one final thrust, they both reached their peak together, their bodies shuddering with the force of their orgasms. Elias rolled until Wren lay on top of him. He held her tightly, not wanting to let go as they both caught their breath. Her heart beat quickly against his chest. They lay together in silence, their bodies entwined, until Wren finally spoke.
“I think I need to be your patient again.”
Elias tensed. Did she regret what just happened? Was this her way of stepping back?
“Reason?”
“I think I left my body. That can’t be normal.”
Elias snorted. “Side effects of a spectacular orgasm include rapid heartbeat, elevated breathing rate, curling toes, tremors, and out-of-body experiences. Totally normal.”
“Huh. Guess I’ve never had one before.”
“Never?”
“Not like that.” She blew out a breath which tickled his chest. “It’s going to take me a while to recover.”
“You know what speeds up recovery?”
“Another one?”
Damn! He loved the hopeful tone in her voice.
“Well, yes, actually, now that you mention it.”
“Oh, I get it.” She nodded against his chest. “I need to build up a tolerance through multiple exposures.”
Elias laughed. Dammit, Wren won again . And to prove the point, she licked her fingertip and drew a tick mark in the air.
“Are we tied now?”
There went that adorable head tilt. “You’re keeping score too?”
“Of course.”
“No you’re not. Because if you were, you’d know I’m ahead of you.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Nope.” He popped the ‘P’ and grinned.
“Wow, so cocky.”
“We could start over and keep an official count.”
“Oh, that totally means I’m ahead of you.”
Elias’ growl turned into an unexpected laugh as he rolled Wren over onto her back.
“Ha! Now I’m ever further ahead—” He cut her off with a kiss.
“Mmm,” she said when he finally let her come up for air. “I think I’m leaving my body again.”
“Yeah, you definitely need more spectacular orgasms.”
“What if I have too many too soon and can’t get back into my body?”
Elias’ heart sped up as he made a decision. He rolled to his side and propped himself up on one elbow so he could judge Wren’s reaction. “There’s a cure for that too.”
“Oh?”
“A big, hearty breakfast, which I should prepare for you first thing tomorrow.”
Her eyes widened momentarily—her tell, he was learning—before she regained her composure.
“Let’s try the multiple exposure cure in the meantime, shall we?”
Elias woke to his alarm going off at the crack of dawn. Dammit, he’d forgotten to turn it off yesterday. He hit the snooze button and the night before came back to him. Smiling as he thought about making breakfast, he started to apologize to Wren for waking her when he realized he was alone in bed.
He sat up quickly and looked toward the en suite bathroom door. It was open, and Wren wasn’t in there. His heart sped up with something akin to dread, just like it had the night before.
What the hell, man? Get a grip .
Maybe she was in search of coffee in the kitchen.
Elias got out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs before making his way down the hall. He smelled coffee brewing from his automatic coffeemaker. Maybe she was sitting at the table drinking a mug of it, not wanting to wake him up so early. He listened for any sounds, but all he could hear were the pups restless in their room. He’d find Wren first and give her a nice, long kiss before inflicting the terrible two on her.
She won’t mind. She likes them .
Elias ignored the warmth in his chest at the innocuous thought.
The kitchen was empty. The coffee pot was full.
“Wren?” he called out. She wasn’t in the living room or in the other bathroom—the door was open when he passed it in the hall.
Wait? Could she be…?
Elias grinned and headed for Chuck and Penny’s room, certain that she was in there playing with them. He opened the door to see only his pups staring at him, tails wagging, expecting breakfast like it was any other day.
Shit. Idiot .
Elias went back to the living room to look out the front window. Just as he suspected, Wren’s car was gone. He didn’t see a note in the bedroom or one in the kitchen. He found his phone and checked it for texts.
Nothing.
Feeling way more upset than he cared to admit, Elias filled the dogs’ food bowls in the kitchen. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had breakfast with a woman he’d just slept with. Or being as excited about the prospect of spending more time with her, getting to know her outside of the bedroom.
Last night obviously didn’t mean as much to Wren as it did to him.
Of course not, dumbass. Ram was right—she’s way above your paygrade .
He went back to the front window and looked out as if her car would suddenly materialize.
Just one night. That’s all she wanted. But what did I expect?
His dark thoughts stopped abruptly as he looked around the living room and realized something he’d missed when he walked in the first time. It took him by surprise. His heart sped up.
“That little thief .”
He pressed his lips together, frustrated.
And trying hard not to laugh at her game as hope stirred back to life in his chest.
The hunt is on, Wren Stapleton .