Make Him Purr: A Paranormal BBW Werepanther Shape Shifter Mail-Order Navy SEAL Romance (8 page)

Diesel strode to the door in front of her and unlocked it. That just meant that she got a good long look at his grabbable ass, hugged tightly by a pair of blue jeans that should have been made illegal for him to wear. He stepped in and flicked on the light, and she followed, worrying her lower lip like a lovesick fangirl. Sonya closed the door and fell back against it, pondering her options.

Diesel turned to look at her and frowned slightly.

“What?” he asked, catching the indecision in her eyes.

“I’m thinking about doing something bad,” Sonya admitted, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Diesel cocked a brow at her.

“Should I be worried or should I be offering to be your accomplice?” he asked in a surprising bout of playfulness.

Oh, that smirk again.

Bastard.

“Whichever you prefer,” Sonya said, pushing away from the door and walking straight to him.

She got up on her tippy toes, put her hands around his neck and pulled him lower to meet her. He leant into her easily, and when her lips brushed against his for the first time, his hands were already there, grabbing her at the waist. What she’d planned as just a quick, spontaneous kiss to test the waters, turned into so much more. Her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting him hungrily and demanding more, and instead of shying away, Diesel gave her all that. She was beginning to wonder who wanted it more, him or her.

His touch was just right and his lips against hers were pillowy soft. The kiss was as if they’d been doing it for years and years, not fumbling around their first time. Diesel squeezed her against his hard body, and she gasped into his mouth as she felt him getting hard. Her hands travelled down his arms, luxuriating at the feeling of his bulging, carved muscles under her fingertips, flexing just a bit as he held her close.

Finally, when they both needed to come up for air, Diesel pulled his face away from hers for a moment. She saw the lust in his eyes, clear as day, along with barely contained self-control.

“Are you sure about this, Sonya? I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you into anything,” he said, his low, growly voice soothing to her ears.

She snorted out loud, her nails digging into his triceps. His hard cock against her hip was so damn inviting that even if he still had her in the handcuffs (which she might just ask him to do later), she would have been screaming and begging for him to take her, hard.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to go talk to every damn woman in Shifter Grove and complain about cruel and unusual punishment. We’re good, soldier. Just don’t keep me waiting anymore.”

Diesel grinned, the worry falling from his features. With one smooth move, he’d cupped her ass with both hands and lifted her easily, locking her legs around his hips. She purred with pleasure, her hands grabbing at his hair and her lips mashing against his again.

“As you wish,” he said, tension in his voice.

What a good soldier – always ready to serve.

She clawed at his shirt, taking it off of him before he could take one step.

“Fuck, soldier,” she murmured, in honest awe of his body.

She knew he had to look good, but
that
good? Damn. Every single muscle was as if out of an anatomy book, completely flawless. He kept one hand on her ass, squeezing it, while he tugged at her shirt with the other. She pulled it over her head quickly and undid her hair from the high ponytail she’d been wearing. He gave her a wolfish grin, before kissing her mouth again like a man left hungry for too long.

Unceremoniously, he propped her against a wall and unbuttoned her jeans. Her nails raked his shoulders, and she kissed his neck, loving the salty taste of his skin. Diesel growled softly, and the next thing Sonya knew, her bra was already in a discarded heap on the floor. He kissed and nibbled at her bountiful breasts, catching one nipple between his teeth and clamping down and sucking just hard enough for her to arch her back and yelp in pleasure.

There was an urgency to their movements – like if they didn’t do it now, they never might. She reached down and undid his belt buckle, pushing her breasts together in the process. He lapped at them, a look of utter bliss falling over his features. The sound of his zipper being undone was the sweetest thing, and when Sonya slipped a hand between his hard body and his boxers, she couldn’t hide her gasp of surprise.

He wasn’t just big and bad, he was
big
. She’d thought tigers were hung, but apparently that was nothing compared to backwater town sheriffs. Her palm closed around his shaft and she jerked the top a few times, making both of them groan. Diesel kissed her again, and she bit at his lower lip, letting her teeth graze against it. She’d never felt quite so small and quite so sexy next to anyone before, but Diesel made her feel like things could only get better.

For instance, when she got those pants off of him completely.

Diesel let her down, but only for a moment. He stepped out of his boots and chucked off his jeans and boxers, giving Sonya the first full view of him. Usually, she would have had a clever quip ready for just such an occasion, but not with him. What can you say when your mouth just hangs open at the sight of… well, all of him.

Diesel grinned, seeing her surprise, and all she could do was look at him. That was a man you’d never shut off the lights with when you had sex. Who’d want to miss an eyeful of
that
?

Sonya giggled as Diesel got down on his haunches in front of her and kissed a trail down her soft stomach. He unzipped her jeans and peeled them off of her slowly. Then, he hooked his fingers around the fabric of her panties and pulled those off, revealing her to him entirely. The way he looked at her made her stand up straighter, keep her shoulders back and bask in the knowledge that as much as she loved the sight of his body, the feeling was mutual.

Diesel spread her legs and licked at her wet heat, making her moan in response. The way his thick tongue spread her folds and flicked over her clit – heaven. Then, just as quickly, he was back on his feet and picking her up, slamming her back against the wall and lifting her up. She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders, and he positioned his hard, throbbing cock at her entrance.

“Do you want this?” he growled, and Sonya was nodding desperately before he finished the sentence.

“Yes! Please! Fucking hell, Diesel. Just, please, fuck me,
right now
,” she said, breathless.

Her pleas were cut short by a flash of intense pain and pleasure. He let her sink down onto his massive size, and Sonya let out a gargled wail as he speared into her. He was so big that she was sure he’d just rip her in two, but she was wet as hell for him. Inch by inch, he entered her, opening her up around his cock.

Her breath was knocked out of her completely by the time Diesel was halfway in, but she couldn’t care less. Her nails dug into his back, and she buried her head into the crook of his neck, shuddering violently as Diesel pulled back and thrust into her again. Stroke by stroke, his movements grew faster and harder, until he was slamming into her completely.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she hissed, biting down on his shoulder and drawing a growl from Diesel.

His big strong hands explored her body but kept her perfectly safe as he pounded into her. She was pretty sure the whole damn house shook every time he plowed into her, and that was exactly how she liked it – raw, uncontrolled. Not an ounce of that steely self-control she’d come to expect of him showed now; there was just basic, animal need to fuck and enjoy one another.

Sonya’s hungry lips sought out his, and when his tongue slid into her mouth again, she moaned long and hard. The heat had been building in her to a dizzying blaze since the first kiss, and she was teetering on the edge already. Diesel slipped a hand up her body and pushed her back against the wall, holding her by the neck. She pressed against his grip, loving the way her breath came harder.

Her mouth fell open, and a long, unfiltered scream tumbled out as her peak came and she crested over it. Diesel growled so low that it reverberated right through her, as if it were in tune with the waves of her orgasm. He grinded into her, rubbing against her clit, making her lose her mind completely.

Sonya clenched down around his hard cock, milking him mercilessly.

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed.

She loved that sound on him. While Blade calling her baby made her gag – when it came from Diesel, it sounded fucking hot.

Diesel’s movements grew short and ragged, and when he cummed in her, neither one of them kept their moans back. Sonya pulled his head to her chest as he let go of her neck, clinging to him for dear life. She felt his hot, thick cum fill her pussy, her body thrumming with enjoyment around him. If she could have, she would have asked him to never pull out of her again. That was exactly how it was supposed to be – him in her and both of them entwined, slick with sweat and exhausted.

“You’re going to have to get a bed, you know,” Sonya said.

Diesel chuckled and kissed her gently.

“I’ll consider it. For you,” he promised.

Are you sure you wanna leave now, Sonya? Way to go to make things more complicated.

But she knew it had been worth it.

CHAPTER TEN

Diesel

Diesel felt
good
. That was the only way he could really describe it. Another day of working and laughing with Sonya was coming to an end. They’d barely had a moment of rest the previous night as it was impossible to keep their hands off one another, but that didn’t seem to have any negative impact on their day of work.

He just couldn’t stop grinning. Diesel was pretty sure that that alone could start rumors, but add that to the way he kept glancing at Sonya whenever he could, and there was no doubt – Diesel Wake was a tiny bit smitten.

They were just packing up their gear from working the afternoon at Teresa’s kindergarten, when the realization hit him. This was the last thing on the list that he’d composed for Sonya to do before he’d wipe her little debt from his mind. Diesel paused at that – fuck.

Are you really just going to let her leave?
he asked himself.

Diesel looked at Sonya, who was putting together the supplies from redoing the paint on one of the storage sheds, and a pang of worry went through him. It had been a long time since he’d allowed himself to feel anything for anyone, but there she was now, bubbly, sassy and perfect, and he didn’t know if she even wanted to stay. To say that it ate him up inside was an understatement.

Squaring his shoulders, he headed over to Sonya and grabbed the two heavy paint buckets she was getting ready to haul back.

“Hey, soldier. I can get those myself, you know. I’m no wilting daisy.”

“I had two free hands,” he said mildly, his good mood suddenly and completely squelched.

He saw the way she frowned at him, but he didn’t say a thing. Instead, he just carried the paint buckets to the truck and settled them amongst the rest of the gear they’d been using. He closed the tailgate, and when he turned around, he found Sonya staring at him, hands on her hips. All that was missing was a rolling pin and she’d be the perfect image of a peeved woman ready to smack some sense into her man.

“What is it, Diesel?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, trying to dodge past her and finding himself pushed back by the diminutive frame of his sexy pantheress.

“We were having a good time, and now you look like you just heard you’re going to die of cancer in two seconds. You wanna tell me what’s wrong or do I have to nag it out of you?” she asked, arching a brow.

He snorted, half-amused. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he gently moved her out of his way and walked past her.

“Nothing’s wrong. Come on, it’s getting late and we need to get your driver’s license from town before night.”

He jumped into the truck and revved the engine. The look she gave him cut straight through him. He could see disappointment on that pretty face of hers, and it was all too familiar. Wasn’t that just how it went – him disappointing someone and then having little to do to fix it?

Sonya climbed into the passenger seat and buckled herself in as Diesel tore out of the yard like the hounds of hell were on his tail. As far as he was concerned, they just might have been.