Chapter 8 #2
“No!” she shouted, grabbing him and pulling him back. “Tomorrow doesn’t matter. I want this, I want it to be you.”
“Tell me you know what you’re doing.”
“Clay, I’m twenty years old. I know exactly what we’re doing. Just don’t bite me and we’ll be just fine.”
Clay hesitated, realizing that she might still not know what they were to each other. “You're sure?”
“Yes. No bites, no finality. We can talk about it all later. I don’t want to do this with anyone else.”
Clay’s desires won out over his common sense and he grabbed her legs where he’s been holding her calves only seconds before and spread them wide, flinging himself down between her legs and burying his face in the most private places of her body.
Harper’s back arched off the blanket as she grasped his shoulders, his hair, anything she could find to hold on to as his tongue worked her, showed her what she’d always wondered about.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered as he took her higher and higher, making her open her legs even wider to give him better access.
Then suddenly, just as she reached what she thought might be the crest everyone talked about, he was gone. She opened her eyes as she gasped, pushing herself up off the blanket to look for him.
There he was, standing at the blanket’s edge with the moonshine highlighting all the muscles in his body as he stripped off his jeans and boxers, leaving them in a heap where he stood, pausing only long enough to stroke himself as he looked down at her waiting for him. “Is it still yes?”
“Yes!” she practically growled, her Tiger adding some of its own impatience to the mix.
Clay went to his knees and crawled to her, moving up her body and causing her to lie back down as he moved forward. He lay his lower body against hers, as he lapped at her breasts and sucked them into his mouth one at a time.
Harper’s hips came up and rolled under his, causing him to lightly graze his teeth across her nipple.
“Don’t bite,” she whispered as she grabbed his head and held it against her chest.
He suckled her nipple again, flicking it with his tongue as he held it between his teeth.
Harper whimpered as she pressed her hips against him again.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes!” she hissed.
He went up on his hands, holding his upper body above Harper as he pressed his hips against hers, thrusting his hips slowly as he dragged the length of his cock up and down her slit.
“Feels so good,” she murmured, moving her hips in tandem with his to increase the friction between them.
“Hold on,” he growled.
Harper’s eyes opened and stared at him as he lined up the head of his dick with the entrance hidden between her very swollen, very wet vulva.
“Yes?” he whispered hoarsely.
“Yes, damn it, yes!” she insisted.
Clay slammed his hips forward.
Harper screamed and dug her nails into his triceps.
Clay went perfectly still, waiting for her body to relax from the position it was locked in.
He felt it moments later when she began to relax and took her first breath.
She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again and looked up at him.
“You alright” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, not really wanting to talk at all because all she wanted to do was feel, but knowing if she didn’t speak, he’d stop.
He leaned down enough to kiss the corner of her mouth, then moved his hips just enough to see how she’d react.
When she moaned in pleasure rather than push him away in pain, he knew he had no more reason to wait. He began moving, withdrawing just enough to give himself room to thrust back inside, his hips rolling with every thrust, his pelvic bone pressing against the swell of her clit with each stroke.
“Faster,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Stop asking me that, and just do what you want to do,” she said, lifting her shoulders and head up off the blanket enough to be able to kiss him while she supported herself by holding onto his shoulder.
“Remember you said it,” he said, smiling at her seductively.
Her stomach gave a little flip when he grabbed one of her legs and held it up while he repositioned himself to a better angle and started stroking faster, harder.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” he snarled as he set a rhythm and didn’t miss a single stroke.
“I don’t care,” she answered.
Didn’t take long, only minutes really, before he was shortening his strokes, snarling non-stop deep in his chest, his body tightening as he tried to control himself.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, stopping his thrusting.
“Why?!” she demanded, panting heavily.
“Because I can’t control myself with you. I’m already having a hard time holding back.”
“Sorry.”
Clay laughed, hanging his head. “It’s not a bad thing, Harper. With you, it’s not just sex. I want to come. I need to come.”
“Then do it.”
His head lifted and his gaze found her. “You said don’t bite.”
“Because then we’ll be mates and it will be irreversible. If it’s just sex, we can discuss, make a decision later when it’s not just need.”
“It’ll still connect us.”
“We’re already connected. You’re my best friend, other than Summer, and I’m sure as hell not doing this with Summer. Please. Don’t stop now. I have a need, too.”
Clay knew what this was for him. And he knew she was still avoiding finalizing the mating bond.
No blood, no final bond. But she’d already scraped his arms with her nails, to him, that was a mating mark.
Sure a bite was more decisive, but scratches still qualified.
And while he knew it, she obviously didn’t.
Win mate later, his Panther whispered in his mind. Take her now.
Clay looked down at Harper and pushed himself deep inside her again.
She moaned, as she looked into his eyes. “Satisfy us both. Make me come. Make yourself come.”
He pulled back his hips and stroked inside her again, then started moving harder, deeper, as he let himself do what he’d always wanted to do — since becoming an adult anyway.
He filled her, his eruption filling her as his Panther roared in his mind, and Harper cried out beneath him as she came the moment his ejaculation began bathing her inner walls.
He leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth again, rubbing it between his teeth until he tasted blood.
He didn’t bite, she’d asked him not to. But he couldn’t stop until he’d managed to get a taste of her blood, while he marked her body as his.
He’d bite later after he’d completely won her over.
She was his mate, he’d always known it. And he had no doubt that she did, too. She just wasn’t ready to admit it.
He relaxed on top of her to catch his breath, then rolled over, taking her with him to lie on top of him. He curved an arm across her back and held her to him as he did his best to recover.
Finally, she lifted her head and waited for him to look at her.
He opened his eyes and smiled at her as he brushed the hair out of her face. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“So relaxed. I could go to sleep right here.”
“Me, too. But I’m pretty sure it’s not a good idea.”
“No, we really need to pack up and go. Mr. Bigsby might come looking for us just to make sure we’re okay if we’re here much longer.”
“Let’s get up and go, then. I don’t want him to find us like this.”
“It’s not like we’re not adults,” she said.
“I know, but still. He admires you, let’s keep it that way.”
“Alright.”
“Why don’t you use the rest of that water and wash yourself up a little so it won’t be so obvious to your father when you go in the house,” Clay suggested.
“Oh, yeah. Good idea,” she said, accepting the water from him as she stood.
He wasted no time putting his clothes back on, and was waiting for her with hers in hand when she finished washing as best she could and turned to face him. He handed her items one at a time until she dressed, giving her the impression that he wanted this over as soon as possible.
“Why are you in such a rush?” she asked, looking at him suspiciously.
“I just don’t want anyone else seeing you like this. Nobody has that right.”
“Oh, okay. So, you’re not ashamed then?”
“Ashamed? Are you kidding me? You’ve just given me the greatest gift I’ve ever been given. I’m ready to shout it to the stars. But quietly, so that nobody sees what we’ve done but us.” He reached out and pulled her closer, kissing her again. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” she said, flashing a smile before she stepped away and started putting everything from their lunch into his picnic basket, then looking around to make sure that there was nothing left behind after he folded up their blanket and tucked it under his arm.
She hadn’t missed the fact that he was saying he was happy, but still wanted to hide what they’d done.
“Let’s go,” he said, taking the basket in hand, then tucking the blanket under that arm instead, and using his free hand to hold her hand as they walked back to her car.
They loaded everything inside, then got in and drove slowly down the driveway before turning out onto the highway. They were quiet for only a few short minutes before he broke the silence. “I feel like I need to tell you something, but I’m a little nervous to share it.”
“If it’s about anything that’s going to upset me, please don’t. This night is a beautiful memory to me. Don’t ruin it.”
“But it’s kind of a confession, from when we were in school.”
She looked toward him briefly before looking at the road again. “That was a while ago. Does it really matter?”
“Yeah. But I’m hoping it won’t make you too angry with me.”
She side-eyed him a time or two. “If you’re worried about it, then you probably already know the answer to that, but since you’re so insistent… go ahead.”
He sighed, but then spoke quickly. “You know how we were just talking about how you were upset that no one showed any interest in you in high school?”
“Mmhmm,” with more side-eye.
“That was kind of, definitely, because of me. It was nothing about you at all and I don’t want you to think that it was anything having to do with you personally.”