Pet Me (2 page)

“That’s his name.” Drusilla tapped the glass of the tank and Arthur dodged in the other direction.

“It could be a girl fish.” Not that he knew. Cormack was still amused by her inference that he was less of a man because he liked to collect fish. Actually he didn’t collect fish. It was an excuse to be at the pet store. It fit the article he was writing—S
even Ways to Meet Real Women
. He knew it was bound to piss a lot of people off but then his daily column,
Set in Stone
, was designed to be controversial. People loved him. People hated him. The main thing was they kept reading him. This lady would be perfect for his story.

The pet store was just a way to meet women. Not that he needed it but Cormack wanted to show other men, his readers, that beautiful, desirable woman could be found anywhere and not to limit themselves to the clichéd bars and clubs where skinny, hyper-thin blondes hung out. He knew this lady had said what she had to annoy him but it’d had the opposite result. Cormack was finding himself bewitched by her. It was unusual that he wanted to instantly know everything about a woman. He loved women but none captured his interest straightaway. And yes, she was hot and sexy and excellent for the article he wanted to write but there was something more. This was the sort of woman he personally liked. The unpretentious, spit-in-your eye rather than agree with you type. Cormack liked feisty.
Maybe the article could wait a while…

“How can you tell it’s a female?”

“Men know stuff.” Cormack did not have a clue but he was having fun fencing with her.

“Uh-huh,” Drusilla settled her hands on her hips and looked at him in disbelief.

Cormack’s eyes moved to her generously rounded hips. He could almost feel her plump thighs locked around his waist. “I like the unusual.” Cormack gave in and looked at her breasts as he had wanted to do all along. They were real women’s breasts, the outline of her nipples clear though the fabric of her shirt. He shifted his stance to give his tightening cock a chance to calm down. No other woman had ever had that instant effect on him. Cormack wanted to push her up against the glass tank and kiss her into submission.

“Arthur is my fish.”

As far as Cormack was concerned, this beauty could have anything she wanted—Arthur included. The quirky looking fish amused him but battling with her over what was just a goldfish was more fun and the article was rapidly becoming more of a side issue.

“Okay then. Let’s settle this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. “I’ll flip you for Arthur.”

Drusilla stamped her feet. “No, I never win coin tosses.”

Oh man, a foot stomper
. The lady had passion.
And I want to explore it.
“Chicken?” Cormack knew the lady would not resist the challenge. This was the type of woman men should target. The strong, passionate ones and not the carefully manicured, stick-thin ladies who moaned dutifully on request when touched. A man needed more than that in his bed. He needed a real woman who wouldn’t care about breaking a fingernail or screaming.

“No,” Drusilla retorted. “So when I win you’ll walk away?”

No way
. She could have the fish regardless of the toss. Cormack wanted her. He was not a great believer in love at first sight but lust was another matter. It could not be denied. “I can’t guarantee that. You’re kind of cute.”

“Kind of?”

Was he imagining it or was she interested in him as well? “Yeah, in that offbeat, pissy-goddess way.”

Drusilla arched her eyebrows. “Wow, you must have women fall at your feet with compliments like that.”

Cormack wanted to drop on his knees now and pull her to the floor and make love to her, pet shop or not. “I have had women on their knees before me.”

“What throwing up?”

Oh yeah, this one is mine.
“I’m going to enjoy seeing you lose. Get ready to call it.” Cormack tossed the coin in the air.

“Heads.”

It came down tails.
I win you.

Drusilla snorted. “Naturally, I never have any luck.”

“You’re not going to cry are you?” She didn’t look like a woman who was about to give up.

“Would that work and get me the fish?”

“No.” Yes, she had spirit. Cormack liked that.

Drusilla turned on her heel. “Fine—whatever.”

Cormack could not let her walk away now. “Hey.” He followed in her wake, watching the breathtaking swing of her hips and ass.
She is mine.
It was a call as ancient as time.

“What?” Drusilla called over her shoulder. She didn’t stop. “You won.”

“What’s your name?” Cormack kept pace with her, edging slightly ahead so she had no option but to see him.

Drusilla pushed open the door to the shop and headed out into the bright sunshine to where her car was parked. “Why do you care?”

“I think it’s karma we met here.” He stopped when she did at her car.
How old was this car? 1970
? “It’s something we can tell our kids.” This woman had the look of forever about her and Cormack had been waiting just as long to find her.

“Is this a line you use a lot?” She unlocked the car and yanked the driver’s side door open.

“This is the first time.” Cormack took a chance and reached over and enfolded her hand in his. If she pulled away then he would let go. If she held fast, so would he. He smiled when she jumped in surprise when they touched. “Do you feel that?” A jolt of electricity shot from between them making the air crackle with amazing possibilities.
So, I’ll write the article tomorrow…next week…in three months.

“Nope.” Drusilla tried to pull her hand away.

“Liar.” Cormack moved in close so she had nowhere to go but back against the rusty burnt orange of her car. “I want to kiss you, Mary Lou.” He slammed the driver’s door shut.

“That’s not my name and I don’t kiss strange men.” Her eyes went to his lips as the words rushed out.

Oh yeah, I am not the only one feeling this.
“Kiss me and I won’t be strange anymore, Myrtle Anne.” Cormack longed to rub his body against hers. It was madness indeed but he thanked the cosmos for bringing them together. The mental notes he normally made about a subject for his column were of no interest to him. This was a real woman who demanded his total attention. Cormack knew already she was not someone who could be defined by mere words.

Drusilla snorted. “I don’t even look like a Myrtle.”

“Penelope? Mavis? Misty?”

“Misty?” She smiled reluctantly.

Be still my heart.
“Eunice?”

“Drusilla.”

Perfect.
It was a strong name full of attitude. “That was my next guess.” He stroked his thumb against the soft flesh of her hand. “Hello Drusilla, I’m Cormack Flint.”

Drusilla rolled her eyes. “Of course you are. You look like a Cormack Flint. Men like you never have normal names.”

I think I could love her.
“Men like me?” No woman had ever spoken to him like this before and clearly she never read his column for she hadn’t recognized his name. Women tended to be polarized by him and his words. The militant, radical feminists thought he was a pig and the others wanted to nurture or marry him. His body touched hers and there was a sudden silence between them that seemed endless. Cormack knew he was not the only one feeling the electricity that sparked between them.

Drusilla blinked several times as if to steady herself. “Yes—you’re well, um, you’re not like other men.”

That she did not push him away made Cormack’s heart beat with excitement.
I have waited forever for this one.
“How so?”

“You know.” Her eyes were enormous on his.

“No.” Who did she think he was? Cormack was nothing special in the scheme of things. But this one—she was.
I met the woman of my dreams at the pet store. See page six for more.

“You’re gorgeous and I have no idea why you are persisting with me.”

Cormack looked at her in surprise. Was she serious? “Are you kidding me? I want to rip your clothes off and lick and suck your body until you beg me to slide inside you.” Before she had a chance to respond, Cormack kissed Drusilla.

It was one of those moments that Drusilla would always remember for nothing had ever shaken her to the core as much as his lips meeting hers. Hot, wild heat charged through her veins and it was impossible to push him away. And yet she knew she could have, for his body only pressed lightly against hers and his hand was not cruel in its hold. But Drusilla did not shove him away despite all the reasons she should. She gave in and opened her mouth to the gorgeous man who growled with satisfaction at her response as she pressed her body into his. The heat of him burned straight through to her soul. She had never acted like this before but then this man was different. Drusilla knew that from the moment their bodies touched. It felt right.

“You are beautiful,” Cormack murmured as his lips left hers. His free hand caressed her face.

Drusilla snorted. “Am not.” She was many things but beautiful was not one of them. How many times had her ex-fiancé made that clear? Though it was nice to hear it from this man and the way he was looking at her made her want to believe, if only for a second, in fairytales.

“Are too, now open the door.”

“Why?” Drusilla was pulling on the door even as she asked. She had visions of them stretched out on the backseat, hot, wet and naked.

“Because I want to side between your legs and bury my cock deep inside you.”

Oh my
. There was something about a man who got straight to the point. There was no pretense. Just plain, old-fashioned lust. “How do you know I would let you?”

“I don’t,” Cormack admitted with a grin. “I’m hoping.”

Drusilla was disappointed as his body moved back from hers. Yet it made her feel like he was giving her the option to stay or go. “Does this work with most women you meet?” Drusilla refused to be another notch on a bedpost.

“I’ve never felt this with anyone but you.”

“Seriously?” She wanted to believe the sincerity in his voice but it was hard to. “You’re gorgeous. You could have any woman.”
Why me?

“I don’t want just any woman. I want you. Can’t you feel the heat between us?”

Oh yeah, Drusilla could. It was scorching her skin and seeping into her bones making her want to do things she shouldn’t. And she had to admit she found this moment exciting.
Why can’t I indulge this once? I deserve it.
“Do you have a condom?” And with those words her fate was sealed. Any worries she had about random sex or passersby seeing them were all forgotten with the smile he gave her.

“Of course.” Cormack picked up her hand and kissed it. “I will always look after you.”

Before she could think any further, Drusilla flung the door to the backseat open.
I could say no. I should say no.
Lord, it was hard to think with a gorgeous man so close and hot and doable and the backseat of her old car was so nice and big.

“An open door. Is that a yes?”

“I…um…I never usually…you know.”
And yet here I am sliding across the seat getting ready to you know.

“And that means more to me than you can ever imagine.” Cormack followed Drusilla inside and slammed the door.

Three minutes later

Drusilla was still amazed that she had succumbed so easily to Cormack. She was not usually that desperate but he ignited a fire within her that had her wild to touch and taste and just be with the man. One moment she had wanted to get in the car and drive home fishless and the next she was pulling him down on top of her in the backseat. Any vague thoughts she had of someone seeing them wrestling each other’s clothes off were dispelled when Cormack unsnapped her bra and his hungry mouth sucked on her breast. Then Drusilla had been incoherent and whimpering as she held his head and invited him to take what he needed.
People? What people?

“Oh, Cormack,” she moaned as her hands cupped his ass edging him closer to her. Drusilla could feel the hard pressure of his contained cock as it rubbed against her stomach.

He lifted his head. “I have to get you completely naked.” Cormack pulled at the snap of her skirt and wrenched it down her legs. The fabric fell to the floor. “Oh man.” His eyes zeroed in on the hot pink of her panties. “May I?” Cormack’s hands reached out to remove the lace.

“You first.” Drusilla stopped and blushed in shock at her own words. She had never asked to see a man’s cock before. Usually it was out and in before she had time to think, see or touch it. But then her last lover had been Wayne and he had the finesse of a blunt holepunch. Despite the hurried rush of this moment, Drusilla wanted to see more than just the hair-roughened chest that her fingers caressed. “I want to see all of you.”
Oh what the hell.
It was her fantasy and who knew when a moment like this would ever happen again?

“Anything you want, honey.” Cormack could not get his trousers undone quickly enough. His cock jumped out as he worked the black serge down his legs, dropping them on top of her discarded skirt.

“Wow!” That was the only word she could think of. The hardened flesh before her was huge. Drusilla’s gaze went from his cock to his eyes and back again. She had the overwhelming urge to touch the taut flesh and that was not something she had ever felt before.

“Whatever you want to do, do it.”

Drusilla hesitated for only a moment before she reached over and stroked the firm flesh of his shaft. The heat of it made her hand tingle. His groan of pleasure made her bold. Drusilla squeezed his cock lightly, loving the feel of it thrumming within her hand.

“Oh, honey.” Cormack sounded like he was in pain.

Drusilla’s hand immediately left his cock. “Am I hurting you?” She felt totally gauche and inadequate. It was one thing to take a chance but another to look like you knew what you were doing. And how would a man explain a strangled cock to a doctor? Could a woman be charged with grievous cock harm?

“Only by stopping.” Cormack placed her hand back on his distended shaft.

“Oh, you like it?” Drusilla boldly stroked her hand up and down in a milking action.
I am woman. I am in control and I like it.
It was an experience she’d never had before. Realistically Drusilla knew sex was a partnership but it had never been that way with her ex. He had always made her feel inadequate.