Fighting For Their Mate (17 page)

Thinking like a Colter, he typed—
Statler wants two-a-days starting tomorrow. Get your ass here
.

Ford should be able to read between the lines. The tough part would be what to do with Bailey once Ford left her.

“I
can’t do it,” Ford said, locking eyes with Bailey’s.

She couldn’t move. It was as if he’d wrapped her in steel bands and was squeezing the air right out of her lungs. “Do what?” she whispered.

She didn’t know how to handle someone this commanding, this sexy. College hadn’t prepared her for someone like him.

“Keep away from you. You belong with me—and Ty. I know you’ve been through a lot, but your smell is making my bones crack and the animal in me wants to break free. I want to possess you, love you, take you to the highest peak of ecstasy.” He groaned and tightened his grip on her shoulders.

Was he for real? Her last lover before Tyson would have said, “Let’s fuck.”

She liked Ford’s words better, but it was the sincerity in his voice that altered her insides. He made her tell the truth. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

A small smile lifted his lips. “I guess I’ll have to convince you.”

Desire battled with her upbringing, so much so that she couldn’t breathe. But then his lips claimed hers in the truest sense, and every muscle in her body went limp. Ten seconds went by before air entered her lungs, and if he hadn’t been holding her, she might have dropped.

Who opened their mouth first, she didn’t know, but the wolf in him must have convinced the woman in her to accept him, because all she remembered was tasting his sweetness and loving his power and passionate abandon.

Bailey tossed out all the rules she’d been taught and let herself go—let herself feel. Suddenly, she couldn’t get enough. What was wrong with her? She was never reckless.

That’s not true. I went wild with Tyson.

As Ford slid his hands to her back, she raised her arms around his neck. The towel came undone and landed in a heap at her feet, but she ignored it. Where this was headed, he’d see her naked soon enough. Her tits were too small and her waist too wide, but she couldn’t worry about that now. She was too excited, too drawn in. Besides, neither man seemed to care what she looked like. It appeared as if they really did want her. She was their mate. For now, she’d be a believer.

Ford must have infused his mating desire into her, because she suddenly needed all of him. This strange feeling was total craziness, but she could no more stop herself than she could make Statler disappear off the face of the earth.

Ford leaned back and ran his gaze up and down her body. “Jesus. You’re fucking hot.” He inhaled and closed his eyes for a moment. “Stay right where you are and let me look at you while I undress.”

He stepped back, toed off his shoes and socks and was naked in a few seconds. Her mouth opened at the glorious sight before her. The two men might be twins, but Ford seemed thicker and packed with more muscles. Their cocks appeared to be the same, but her memory might have been faulty. Clear thinking had left the moment he found her in the dumpster.

Ford approached, looking more like a wolf every second. He swung her into his arms and dropped onto the bed with her underneath him. His heat and his strength undid her. Using his knees, he spread her legs wide. Even being this vulnerable, she never wanted anything more in her life.

“Now’s the time to say no, little girl. I’m on the edge and can’t wait much longer.”

Life was short. She could have died today, and she might die tomorrow. Her parents weren’t in this country, so what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them, right? Bailey knew in her heart that she wanted Ford. When she’d changed her mind she couldn’t say, but the bad girl in her had to find out what it would be like to be taken by such a hunky man.

Tyson was gentle, loving, and caring, but his twin would be different—more demanding and controlling. Just the thought made her juices drip. “What are you waiting for?” She gave him her challenging chin lift.

He growled, slid to his stomach and devoured her left breast while he caressed the right one. The licking and sucking set her whole body on fire. Like Tyson, he knew what he wanted and how to excite her.

“So sweet, so perfect,” he crooned.

She thought a man like Ford would like a perfectly proportioned woman, but he seemed happy with her size. That gave her the confidence to arch her back and offer him more. He nipped at one tip, closed his eyes and inhaled, then nibbled on the other breast. From his grunts and moans, he was enjoying the feast. And so was she.

While he kept his hair short, the top had some length, allowing her to run her fingers over his head. She grabbed hold and tugged.

He lifted his head. “You like it rough, little girl?”

She should have been offended by the nickname, but she wasn’t. It made her feel more carefree—an emotion she longed for, given the circumstances.

Realizing Ford was serious, she decided to stop playing coy. “I don’t know.”

He licked his lips. “I’ll help you decide.”

Ford slid lower and placed his whole mouth over her pussy. The first lick had her grabbing the bedspread. He nabbed her clit and drew it into his mouth.
Holy hell
. Her sensitive bud spasmed under his ministrations, and every nerve shot to overload.

“Ah, ah, ah.”

Ford rose to his haunches. “I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you. You’re so tiny.”

She wasn’t tiny. She’d proved that with Tyson. “You better not consider stopping. I think the problem is that you’re too big.”

His eyes half closed and his mouth gapped open. “The result is the same, little girl. I want to spend hours kissing and loving you, but I fear it might be too much for you.”

She had to convince him. “Try.”

He grinned and her heart sputtered. “I gotta be honest. If I don’t take you right now, I’m going to explode.”

“Me, too.” If she didn’t know better, she’d say she’d swallowed some kind of sex pill, because her libido had never been this out of control before.

Ford crawled next to her and dropped onto his back. He then pulled her on top of him. “Ride me like a cowgirl on a stallion.”

She had to laugh at that analogy. While she was no virgin, she’d never ridden a man. She wasn’t going to tell him that though. How hard could it be? “Okay.”

Bailey straddled his legs, deciding how she wanted to proceed. Tempting fate was not her style, but she’d tossed caution away a few days ago when she decided to trust these two.

Curious to see what he’d do, she lifted his thick cock, lowered her head, and dragged a tongue up his length. Slightly salty, but fresh tasting nonetheless. He was pure male, or should she say, pure animal?

He latched onto her hips and squeezed tight. “Careful there.”

She looked up and watched the hair on his face grow.
Holy fuck
. He wouldn’t dare turn into a wolf right in front of her, would he? That would be… There were no words to describe it. Her friends claimed she was open-minded, but making love to an animal overstepped her boundaries.

“You aren’t going to like, uh, change on me, are you?” She scrunched up her face to make sure he understood that wouldn’t be cool.

“I will if you keep driving me crazy.”

His tone implied it was a compliment, but she wasn’t positive. Tyson had been able to control himself. Ford should be able to, too.

Not wanting to think about it anymore, she leaned over again and drew his cock into her mouth.
Uh-oh
. He was so wide. No way he’d fit inside her. Now what?

I have to try.

As long as he continued to taste like a man, she’d suck on him. She grabbed his shaft with one hand while she bobbed her head. It was hard to keep the suction because his meaty shaft was so thick.

Ford grabbed her air. “Put your pussy on him.”

His crude words startled her, but there was no threat or malice involved—just a strong yearning. She lifted off him. This was it! She prayed it would fit.

She scooted forward, lifted up on her knees, and pulled back his cock. As she placed the head at her wet entrance, anticipation soared through her and pulses of excitement raced across her belly.

She’d had sex with Tyson yesterday, so why was she so needy right now? It was all bad boy Ford’s fault. He was the type she’d always wanted to tame. Tyson was the type of man she needed, though.

“Hurry, little one.” Ford sucked in his bottom lip, closed his eyes, and held onto her hips. A thrilling growl vibrated from deep inside his chest.

He gently guided her downward.
Holy fuck
. The invasion stretched her wide. His cock entered about an inch before it got stuck.

“Lean over and let me have at your tits again. I didn’t get my fill before.”

She couldn’t believe he wanted her so much. If she couldn’t have his cock, she wanted his mouth on her breasts. Happy to oblige, she leaned forward. That change in angle helped him edge in farther.

Before he suckled her tits, he caught the back of her head and drew her face down. The moment their lips touched, stars burst behind her lids. The kiss was so carnal she heated from the inside out. Crimeny, but this man could kiss the paint off a wall. She forgot about the slight ache between her legs and delved into his mouth. They dueled as if they each wanted to prove that they needed the other more.

She moaned. He groaned. He lowered his hand again to her hip, held on tight, and eased out of her. She clamped down on the air, wanting him again. With one thrust he drove up into her. Her eyes bugged out. Holy crap.

“I thought I was supposed to ride you,” she said, sounding like a strangled bird. She wanted to be the one to decide how fast to go.

“I guess I forgot to tell you that I’m a bucking horse—temperamental and hard to control.”

He shot her a quick smile and nabbed her right tit. The tugging caused sparks to streak to her core, dipping her in a whirlpool of ecstasy. Nothing was left unaffected. The man—or the beast in the man—dominated her whole being. The excruciating pleasure turned into jagged shards of lust.

She leaned back, lifted up, and then drove down on him, determined to take in all of him. The tightness and the intensity drove her wild. She needed him. Her fingers clenched his large pecs, and she loved how the dark hair spread thickly across the top half. Tyson and he were the first real men she’d been with. The rest were puny boys. She could see that now.

“You aren’t paying attention,” he said.

What?

In one quick flip, he was on top of her. Instead of thrusting his cock deep into her, he rolled her over and lifted her onto her elbows and knees. “I’ll show you how to ride.”

Thrills warmed her skin, as he leaned over her back. When he guided his cock straight to the end, deliciously wicked flames licked her spine. She was in heaven. Without meaning to, she clamped down on his cock.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me. I’m about to lose it.”

Her stomach clenched at his deep, seductive words. “So am I.”

He grabbed her breasts and pressed them together, his thumbs stroking the tips. They swelled with desire, making her feel like a beautiful woman.

Ford nuzzled her neck. He withdrew, stilled for a moment, and then plowed into her with abandoned. With each stroke, she entered a world of passionate oblivion, blood pounding in her ears. Each thrust took her higher and higher. He kneaded her breasts, and with each twist and pinch, bolts of electricity shot to her clit and turned her into a pool of lustful desire.

Her womb coiled into a tight spring ready to explode. Ford slid his palm down her belly and pressed on her clit. As his teeth pressed against her neck, she screamed her release. She felt no pain—only the highest level of ecstasy. Her climax stormed in, taking her to a place she could never describe. Her body convulsed around his cock as he exploded, sending heat straight down her pussy walls.

After that, she remembered little. Just the glory and the sated peace. She dropped onto her belly and Ford slid out.

He patted her butt. “Be right back.”

He returned with a towel and cleaned her up. She wanted to get dressed. Wanted to talk about what happened, but she couldn’t. Her muscles had melted and her brain had fogged.

Ford sat on the bed and stroked her face and hair. He lifted off her glasses and set them aside. “I didn’t mean you had to wear them all the time.”

Whoops. “I didn’t even realize I had them on.”

He smiled. “I guess we got a little carried away,” he said. That was an understatement.

His cell vibrated on the table. “I need to get it. It can only be Ty.”

Ford walked over to the table and she couldn’t help but admire his fine ass. She lifted up on her elbows to get a better look when a drop of blood dripped down her neck. What the hell? She swiped a finger over her wound. She’d felt his fang-like teeth scrape her skin but hadn’t realized he’d actually bit her. She sat up, and grabbed the towel he’d just used. With a clean corner, she held it over the puncture mark. By the time she checked it, the hole had stopped bleeding.