Sassy Ever After: Kissing Sassy (Kindle Worlds Novella) (6 page)

Olivia

From the back porch, she watched the Wolfe guys engage in a friendly competition of basketball. She’d never found sweaty men all that appealing, until now. Cajun with his shirt off and his chest gleaming with perspiration… She shifted from foot to foot. Jesus. Not just distracting but sexy as hell.

These last few days had been torture, her arousal growing into a thing of agony. And it wasn’t all attributed to the siren song; at least, she didn’t think it was. She liked Cajun. A lot. He seemed like a genuine guy, and even though she tried to remain out of sight as much as possible, the moments she’d had a chance to observe him in a public setting showed her the man’s personality. Everyone liked him. Went out of their way to stop him on the sidewalks to chitchat. Each time he’d introduced her she’d been greeted warmly too. Blue Creek residents were very different from those in Hollywood.

Cajun was open and honest with her too, not hesitating to engage in personal conversation, while she hid truths about her lineage from him. She felt no guilt for her duplicity because she’d learned to trust no one with the total truth. Anyone was a potential betrayer.

Not Cajun.
She’d bet her life he’d never betray her. No wolf would ever deceive his or her life companion. Of course that logic banked on them actually being mates. That type of trickery wasn’t in a wolf’s DNA.

Withholding truths about her lineage had less to do with lack of trust, and more to do with the fact she couldn’t decide whether it would help Cajun or the Wolfes to know her secrets. This was one of those times when knowledge brought them danger.

“Why so broody?”

Olivia jerked from her thoughts, but played it casual by maintaining her focus on the basketball game. “I’m not, just thinking about stuff.”

“About me? That kind of stuff?”

She turned her head to peer at Cajun. Disappointment surfaced because he’d pulled on a shirt. He stood in her personal space. Just his heat affected her in ways she was uncomfortable dissecting. Add in his alluring scent, and she craved him with an intensity that made no sense. “About how sexy you are sweaty.”

There
. She received the reaction she couldn’t get enough of. His black pupils expanded until his gray irises almost inked out. The ring circling his irises glowed bright in the falling twilight and indicated not just the man was present, but also the wolf.

“O…” Cajun’s arm shot out, gripped her nape and pulled her snug against his chest, his fingers swishing back and forth across the quickly fading, elevated bite marks Jessie had left behind. Her nipples reacted to the caress, coiling into achy beads. Cajun’s voice emerged gruff, “Don’t tease me. My wolf is on edge.”

I’m on edge too
.

“We both want a taste of you.”

Jesus, she wanted that too, but knew it’d lead to more.

Thanks to the sound of his bed-sexy tone, her core clenched in need. That was a lie. It wasn’t just his bed-sexy voice that generated desire. Her core clenched in need anytime he was near. “Why’d you call me ‘O’?”

“Because I wanna make you orgasm so hard your pretty mouth makes an O.”

Carnal heat snaked through her body. “I bet you have tickets on yourself.”

“Excuse me?”

Australian slang didn’t roll off her tongue the way it had when she’d first arrived in the States, but it still slipped out from time to time.

“It means you’re conceited.” But in a good way that appealed to her, unlike most of her movie counterparts who were sanctimonious assholes because of their fame and fortune and not because they’d earned the respect.

“You’re wet.”

God, yes I am.

“I smell it, so don’t bother denying it.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” She curled her hands in his shirt, barely hanging on to her thread of self-control.

‘When I’m with you, I’ll only ever be
with you
.’

His words from yesterday twisted through her mind. She couldn’t get them out of her head. Olivia knew he hadn’t been talking about her specifically, but it’d felt that way.

“Your nipples are so hard they’re poking me in the chest.” His hand shifted upward off her nape to cup the back of her head. “So, yeah, I’m conceited. Considering I’ve not really touched you, I’d say my conceit is merited.”

Olivia lowered her forehead to his chest. The wrong move because his scent was strong, overpowering her good intentions, and so robust she feared his unique aroma was burned into her sinuses. Desire to lick him and see if he tasted as good as he smelled was deep-seated. A kernel of fear spiraled through her as she realized one taste of him would activate the siren song. No confirmation was required as it was an innate knowledge.

Fearing she couldn’t halt their destiny, she discovered that possibility didn’t bother her nearly as much as she’d have thought it would. She couldn’t breathe him deep enough into her lungs, couldn’t touch him enough. Olivia rubbed her cheek against his solid frame, the damp perspiration marking her as his.

Did she really want to be
marked
by him? Yeah, she thought she did.

“Tell me you feel this link between us, Olivia.” Cajun’s fingers coiled around the strands of her hair, securing his grip.

The siren song
. That was the term sorceri gave to the mating call, at least according to the book of sorcery she’d pilfered from the Gathering. The siren song was to be avoided at all cost because it was believed finding a soul mate weakened a sorceress. Strange, since her magic worked in his presence but didn’t around other wolves.

“I feel something; did from the moment I saw you.” At her admission, he gave a sharp little tug, just enough her head angled back sharply so their gazes could clash. “I don’t like it, but I love it, which makes little sense. I’m itchy all over, hot everywhere, and—”

“Hot between your legs?”

Hot
didn’t adequately describe how much her pussy ached to be filled by him.
Only him
. “I
burn
there, Theodore.”

Cajun groaned, and his mouth crashed over hers in the next breath. He kissed her like she supplied all his oxygen, and she clung to him, afraid to let go or she’d realize it was the best and worst dream she’d ever had. The good-natured ribbing of the Wolfe men tickled her ears, and a fleeting moment of wanting privacy flitted through her mind. But then Cajun began to really fuck her mouth, and she forgot about them.

Her back hit a wall, and he trapped her there with his body. Groaning into his mouth, she threaded her fingers through his hair while she dug the fingernails of her other hand into his shoulder. As far as first kisses went, his far exceeded expectations, beating out all her prior ones.

The shifter is skilled with his tongue
.

Cajun caught her arms, lifted them over her head, overlapped them at the wrists, and held them in place with one of his. He broke the kiss, his wolf in his eyes, their united panting so loud it was the only noise she could hear.

He glanced about and seemed startled, but focused on her once more as the back of his knuckles caressed her bare stomach. Olivia’s breath caught at the sensual touch, her muscles twitching beneath his stroke. His fingers tugged on her jeans, and the snap gave free, the material going slack about the waist. He leaned in closer, his breath puffing against her lips, as he lowered the zipper on her denims, all the while holding her gaze, going slow and giving her time to halt his advancement.

She should stop him. The rational side of her brain told her to apply the brakes fast and hard. The devil on her shoulder encouraged her to take everything and live on the wild side until her interest in him burned out.

Cajun’s mouth connected with hers again, his eyes wide open and holding hers, as his fingers swished back and forth across the exposed flesh above her pelvis. His hand went lower until the shock of his stroke across her intimate lips jerked her backward as her hips thrust forward into his touch. Constricted by her jeans, he managed to find enough room to glide his fingers across her slick folds, wrenching a moan from her.

He pushed downward on her pants. “I need to taste you.”

“Yes.” Olivia would’ve helped, but he maintained his hold on her wrists.

He shoved a hand into her jeans and palmed her ass, squeezed, as his fingers skimmed her crack.

“Jesus Christ, a thong.” Cajun released her arms, lowered to his knees, and yanked her jeans down just enough to reveal her panties. While wearing a reverent expression, he fingered her underwear. “Love these.”

With her denim hooked around her thighs and limiting her movement, the best she could do to offer herself to him was to thrust her hips forward. “I love a man’s fingers inside me.”

All wolf ringed his irises. He ripped her underwear off, and in one rough move, he yanked her pants to her knees. Cajun cupped her bottom, his fingers digging into her ass-crack as he tilted her hips forward. The subtle shift in her pelvis opened her thighs just enough, and he buried his face between them. His tongue swiped across her folds, a raspy lick that catapulted her toward the heavens.

Olivia moaned at the heat burning from her core, her fingers curling in his hair as his tongue flicked against her clit. He wasn’t just good with his tongue, but proficient too. She tried to spread her legs wider, but couldn’t thanks to her clothes. Needing more contact, she whimpered, but distant laughter startled her from her growing pleasure.

“Wait.” She yanked on his hair, pulling him away and clenching her thighs together. “Not here. They can see us.”

“No, they can’t. We’re too far away.” He dragged her jeans to her ankles. “Step out.”

“Where are we? When did you move us?” She blinked about their location, not recognizing their whereabouts. The last she remembered, they were standing on the back porch in plain view of the guys.

“Back side of the barn. You moved us when I kissed you.” Cajun trailed his palm down the inside of her leg.

Olivia thought back to the moment when her back had hit the wall and his startled glance right before his touch traversed south into her panties. That must’ve been when they’d shifted locations. “I can’t teleport or whatever it’s called.”

“Obviously, you can.” He grasped her ankle and circled his thumb over her anklebone. “Lift your foot, so I can fuck your pussy with my tongue properly.”

Had she just turned on a homing beacon to the Gathering that wanted her dead? That likelihood was worse than a deranged shifter wanting to force a mating because it put the entire Wolfe family in danger. “Do you think teleporting leaves a magical imprint that can be tracked?”

“You’re really killing the mood, Olivia.”

Olivia stared in the direction she could hear faint chatter, while pondering how screwed up her life had become. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to be a cock-tease.”

Whatever he heard in her voice had him in her face. “What is frightening you?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

That was funny. Up against a Gathering he’d be decimated. “I’m not scared.”
I’m terrified
. “I’m fine.”

“I can scent lies, remember?”

“Isn’t
that
convenient?”

Olivia shoved him away and bent to pull up her pants, only to find herself off balance a second later. Cajun spun her around and put her face first against the wall, not roughly, but with purpose. He popped her naked ass with his palm. While she sputtered her outrage, he smacked her other cheek.

“I can’t protect you if you don’t confide in me. Trust me, catin.”

The nerve of him, thinking he could bully her into confessing her secrets. She tried to elbow him in the gut, but he must’ve expected her attack because he sidestepped the blow and cuffed her wrists with his, anchoring them against the barn wall on either side of her head.

“Release me, Cajun.”

“No.” He aligned his front to her back, and once again she struggled to breathe simply because of his presence. “I had my tongue in your tasty cunt.”

“Need a toothpick to pick some pussy out of your teeth?”

He chuckled against the back of her ear. “You wanted to come on my tongue.”

Hell yeah she had. A nun would’ve been invested in that outcome. “If I get a splinter because of your abuse—”

He rocked against her ass. The hard outline of his dick had her teeth snapping together and biting back a groan.

“Olivia, you know enough about shifters and how we work. My wolf will
not
allow me to walk away from you when he knows you’re in danger.
Talk
to me.”

“You’re out of your league here, Benji. Not only that, you cannot expect me to trust you simply because you
think
I’m your mate.”

“I don’t think it. I know it.”

“I don’t care what you think you know.”

“I thought we made some headway in our relationship the last couple of days.”