Iron: Blue Collar Wolves #1 (Mating Season Collection) (5 page)

That gorgeous mouth turned up in a smirk, the expression of a woman well and sure she’d won, and she ran her hand up and down the pool cue in a deliberate mimic of a hand job. Her voice was soft, faux innocent, when she spoke. “I’m a good girl, and I was always told good girls don’t play with bad boys like you, Iron.”

He leaned down, his arms bracketing her with his hands resting on the pool table. “I like that you’re a good girl. Makes me want to take real good care of you, I promise. Besides, you like learning new things, don’t you? I can teach you.”

“Teach me what?” Fuck, that throaty voice was perfect with its hint of curiosity, but the look in her eyes was pure woman in charge.

Brushing his nose against hers, he whispered. “How about we start with kissing? You want to do that, don’t you?”

Bella’s answer was lifting her lips to cover the scant inch that separated her from him, pressing against him with soft intent.

Iron was going to fuck her hard. He was going to hold her down and work her body under his until she hurt from coming so much. All of that was in the future.

This moment, this first, real moment, this one moment forever ingrained in his heart until the day he died…

It was softness. It was adoration. It was his soul meeting hers, twining about it in final claiming, the last step of a dance that started years and years ago. A little boy holding out his hand and helping a little girl out of the dirt. It was the sunshine of that day, the long-remembered scent of wildflowers, the burst of color they ran through on short, chubby legs.

My Bella…

He pulled back. Her eyes carried a sheen of tears, all trace of playing gone.

The haze surrounding his head, his heart, flitted, dissipated. This was one final moment he could cherish before he let her go to have her perfect, wonderful life, the life she deserved and would never get with him.

He wouldn’t chain her. He wouldn’t hide her away. His beautiful Bella deserved to be in the sunshine and showered with adoration, not always on guard and tucked into the shadows.

She deserved better than becoming a wolf and becoming his mate, and Iron would slay all enemies to make sure she remained free – including himself.

This…was
good-bye
.

Iron crushed his mouth to hers, opening her to his assault, and her moan had his head spinning. It was a hard exchange, tongues tangling together with her scent strengthening with every moment, that glorious musky scent that punched him in the gut, had him dueling the desire to breathe deeper and to delve straight for the source.

He pressed her body tight against him, her breasts a soft weight against his chest but her nipples pebbled hard enough to poke him.

She
hmmd
, a deep throaty sound that kicked him in the gut. Her mouth was a feast and he was going to taste every inch of it.

Except that wasn’t Bella’s plan, as she shoved against him, separating their bodies and looking up at him through her eyelashes, the tease clear. Another push as he stepped closer, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth – hell yeah, totally practiced, but still hot as fuck.

In a torturously slow movement, Bella’s legs began a slow spread. Her pants were skin-tight, and fucking
yeah
, every detail of what was waiting for him, almost as good as naked. The cue stick was placed between those legs, that lip was still between those teeth, and damn if this wasn’t the beginning of the world’s best porno. “So what games are we going to play?”

He had a recurring fantasy about once a month of being able to bend her over one of those pool tables, but now that it was a possibility,
nah
. He wanted a bed. He wanted to spread her out in any position he chose, and then fuck her so hard they broke the headboard. “Get your coat. We’re getting out of here.”

*

“I could give
you head.”

The car gave a small jerk, and Bella reveled in smug satisfaction as Iron gave her a mock glare from the corner of his eye. He was too easy to tease. It was nice to see him so off his game, all because of
her
.

They were only a few minutes from his home, where Bella hadn’t been in years, not since they were in high school. Then it had been his father’s home, and it would be interesting to see what changes would mark it now that it was his.

Giddiness coursed through her, and she was about two seconds away from bouncing in her seat like a three-year-old. This was
real
, after all the years of daydreaming and pining. Nothing had been said about permanent – and knowing Iron, he was thinking this was a one-time thing, poor delusional soul – but, stupid as it sounded, she was taking the first steps into her life and she couldn’t contain the happiness the knowledge gave her.

Hence, the offer to suck him off. Might as well make those first steps memorable.

In moments, they pulled up in front of Iron’s two-story home. It was too dark to make out much more than the general structure, but from the dim light of the floodlights the yard and railings leading up to the porch looked to be well-maintained and the front door had been painted recently.

Inside, the place was a mix of old and new. Iron had gotten rid of the overabundance of floral motif she remembered, choosing cleaner lines and darker fabrics, but no interior designer would ever call the place modern, wood and natural materials dominated, and there were several pictures and other homey touches splashed around.

Later, she’d explore his house, search every crack and crevice, but right now?

Bed.

She tilted her head, placed her hand on her hip, and thrust out her chest in a well-choreographed dance designed to make a man’s eye follow. “We taking this somewhere comfortable?”

The man was fighting a smile as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Isn’t this treating me like a piece of meat? Shouldn’t we talk first? Me compliment you on how pretty you look?”

“Don’t even fuck with me, Iron. Bed now.”

“Bossy little thing, ain’t you?”

Answering verbally took too much time. Instead she grabbed his pants and tore at the zipper, shaking fingers making the job harder than it should have been.

“You’re going to hurt the merchandise.” No man had a right to sound that composed when he was looking at a night of hot sex. Time to shake him up.

Putting her hands up in surrender, she took a few steps back. “My apologies. I didn’t know I was so scary, putting you off and all. Tell you what, I’m going to go upstairs while you resign yourself to what’s about to happen.” She began the ascent up the stairs, ignoring his little growl and throwing over her shoulder, “You have toys? I can use my fingers, but I’d like something a little extra tonight. Maybe we should have gone to my house, but oh well.”

And though he’d likely deny it ’til his dying day, he
squeaked
and asked, “Toys?”

Oh, he liked that, did he? That would teach him to mess with her. She looked down at him. Iron was at the bottom of the stairs, watching her, and his eyes looked pure black right now, the pupils were blown so wide. “You want to see that, baby? See me spread my legs and push a fat dildo up my little pussy, stroking it in and out like you want your cock to be doing? Or–” and she paused at the top of the stairs, bending just a bit forward and trailing her hands over the fat globes of her ass, which
guaranteed
Iron would be watching, since he never could keep his eyes from her ass. “–Do you want to see me with my little anal vibrator, pushing it up right–” Bella trailed her middle finger down the crack of the jeans, the tip of her middle finger coming to rest over her asshole. “–here.”

Iron played football in high school, and she still never saw him move as fast as he did that moment, taking the stairs like they didn’t exist and wrapping his arms around her to pull her towards the bedroom. The only vocalizations from him were a litany of growls, his fingers flexing against her in unconscious action.

His bed was big and covered in a blue blanket, and that was as far as her seeing it went before she was spun around, his mouth hard on hers. Nothing tentative here. He forced his way in, plundering her mouth with long swipes and low growls.

Cool air against her skin flicked at Bella’s senses, but it wasn’t until Iron pulled back that realization struck. Cold skin meant no clothes, and a glance down confirmed her shirt was gone and Iron was already working on her pants. When did that happen?

Then her back hit the bed, her jeans were yanked off, and Iron’s face went taut as his eyes roamed over her.

Bella stretched her hands over her head, arching her back and presenting herself as an offering. Her underwear was red and lacy and she’d worn it for just this moment.

If he thought she hadn’t noticed his reaction to her red bikini, he really was oblivious. The tristate area noticed
that
reaction.

“Turn over.” His voice was as raw as if he’d gargled with glass. She did, rewarded in only moments with a broken gasp. One step removed from a thong, and yeah, she knew exactly what her man liked on her. Bella folded her arms and laid her head on them, and waited for what was next.

Tentative hands, calloused and warm, brushed over her skin, a feather stroke of delight. They traced every curve, every dip, with the gentle sureness of someone granted their greatest wish. As much as she loved those touches, she preferred what came next, when the tentativeness disappeared and pure want took over.

She spread her legs further, and with that any hesitancy disappeared and pure want took over. Iron’s mouth descended on her pussy, and
fuck,
the boy knew how to eat a woman out. He had the perfect mix of when to go soft and when to bury his face in and take, and
thank fuck
he knew what a clit was. His tongue lapped at the piece of flesh before pushing into her pussy to bury itself deep inside. Wet and needy, Bella pushed back hard, not caring if he was ready. He was a big guy, he should be able to handle her.

“Wanna fuck you. Wanted to forever. Tell me you want me.” His voice was as near begging as she’d ever heard from him, low and tortured and pushed to the edge.

And as aching and as wanting as she was, she couldn’t tease him anymore. “Need you, baby. Need you in me. You’ll give it to me hard, right? You won’t leave me unsatisfied?”

His voice was broken, hoarse. “Never. Swear it, I’ll fuck you as long as you let me.”

He flipped her over, settled above her as every inch of his skin rubbed over hers, pulling a long moan from her. So hot and rough, and she needed him in her
yesterday.
She reached up and nibbled the base of his throat, earning another moan from him. “Now, baby. Come in me now.”

The slide inside her was slow, and her pussy stretched to accommodate him. “Big boy,” she teased, earning a pained grunt in response.

“I’m near going off like a thirteen-year-old. Unless you want to be mighty disappointed, you might hold off on talking to me in that sex voice you got.”

“I have a sex voice?” She nibbled his ear, clinging to his shoulders to keep near him. “Is it this breathy side, or is it when I go…
deeper
?”

“Fuck this shit,” he murmured, and in a quick move – his dick still inside her – he rose to his knees.

“What-” she began, but he grabbed her ankles and brought her legs into the air, spread wide and every inch of her open to his gaze. With a primal growl he began pumping into her.

All she could do was wrap her hands around her thighs for something to hold onto as Iron worked her over, establishing a brutal pace and ratcheting it up from there, forcing her body to move with him and his ever-deepening thrusts.

“Yes, yes,
yes
.” Words poured forth, not that she knew what she was saying. Teasing was done, thinking was done. Now was sensation, completion, the primal pull of a man and a woman together.

Her eyelids kept closing, no matter how she tried to force them apart. In between the blackness of pure sensation was his beautiful face above her, lips curled in a snarl and his own litany of curses verbalized.

Inside everything tightened, everything pulled close. His hips began to stutter, his own cries getting louder. She exploded, her body clamping down on his, and his own howl echoed in the room.

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