The Wolf on the Hill (5 page)

“He’s not my lover boy, or my boyfriend. Not anymore. And, for the record, yes, he is a crappy kisser.” She stopped wearing the floorboards down long enough to indulge a smile.

This gorgeous woman deserved more than the cold fish he’d had the misfortune to meet tonight. It killed Caleb to imagine the two of them together, sure that the passion Mia exuded was solely reserved for him. She needed a reminder of why she enjoyed kissing him so much when it seemed to go against all her instincts.

He pinned her up against the stacks and staked his claim, crushing his mouth against hers. The yelp of her surprise was swallowed in the heat of the kiss, as he finally unleashed his pent-up desire from these past days of tiptoeing around the attraction.

 Only intending to show her how good it could be with the right partner, he hadn’t anticipated that his actions would take immediate effect. Or that the tables would be turned back on him. As she moulded her body and her lips to his, he couldn’t imagine anyone else ever living up to Mia in the passion stakes.

If this should be their last time together, he didn’t plan on questioning her change of heart, or looking deeper into his own feelings. Instead, he would erase Robbie from her memory, and make sure she found Caleb Jackson damn hard to forget.

He cupped her breast, taking the weight in his palm, and caressing the gradually hardening nipple through the lacy fabric of her dress. The brush of his thumb over that sensitive little nub brought his own flesh standing to attention, his jeans tightening until he was sure they would cut off the circulation to his dick.

It certainly drew Mia’s interest as she moved her hands from his scalp to pull impatiently at his clothes. It set Caleb on fire to watch her work at the buttons on his fly, knowing that she wanted him, no matter how briefly. Encouraged by her assured moves, he slipped a hand under the hem of her dress and drew her panties down the smooth skin of her thighs. When he slid his fingers into her slick channel, the strength of her arousal was beyond doubt, and increasing his by the second.

He teased small circles around her clit, ignoring the dewy excitement glazing the tip of his penis to continue his Mia-focused quest. The clench and release of her inner muscles around his digits told him she was close and her knee, now hooked around his waist, enabled him to plunge deeper. Every ‘mmm’ and ‘ahh’ in his ear went some way to restoring his ego back to full health after its previous hit. The cry as she came, covering him in her juices, proved his final undoing.

With Mia every bit as horny as he, he grabbed a condom from his wallet and opened his fly. His erection sprang free, ready for action as he grabbed two handfuls of her sweet backside and hoisted her up around his hips.

One quick thrust took him home. Mia’s tight, wet heat obliterated the last traces of doubt about her wanting him, and he branded her over and over again with every stroke of his cock. She was his, he was hers, and their bodies fitted so well together that it was impossible to tell where he ended and she began.

Mia braced herself against the bookcase, grabbing hold of a shelf as he drove into her hard, blinded by need. Books rained down around them as they rattled the stacks in their fervent union, but nothing could prevent them now from reaching their ultimate goal. The tomes kept crashing for as long as Caleb could keep up the pace and power of his rewarding hip thrusts.

The shallow breaths he panted out with every reconnection didn’t come from the physical exertions, rather from the sheer strain of delaying his orgasm for as long as possible. But the yielding flesh of Mia’s buttocks under his fingers, and the contrast of her constricting pussy around his staff, conspired to undo his good intentions. It only took a nip at the crook of his neck, courtesy of his lover’s overzealous lips, to finally send him tumbling into a state of ecstasy.

As he came with a satisfied growl, Mia ground her pelvis to his and fucked him right back until she reached her second climax of the evening. The sweet and spicy aspects of her personality would never cease to amaze him, or turn him on.

He withdrew slowly from her slippery grasp and let her slide down his body until she stood back on solid ground. When he let her go in order to remove the evidence of their liaison from the end of his dick, she almost fell to the floor, her legs as shaky as his.

For some reason she wouldn’t look him in the eye. Another attack of social guilt he assumed, once she’d satisfied her carnal urges and remembered he was merely a peasant come calling at the big house. Watching her retrieve her panties at his feet pissed all over the idea of her in that ivory tower, so far out of his reach. He took some pleasure in her discomfort, but not enough to compensate for the snub.

“I might not be much of a dinner guest but I sure know how to fuck.” Caleb buttoned up his jeans, and his dignity, and walked away.

On unsteady legs Mia made her way back to the dining room, only going as far as the doorway. “I’m not feeling very well. I’m going to bed.”

Refusing to give those present any time to quiz her, she left before they smelt Caleb’s scent on her. Inside and out. They could discuss his outlandish behaviour and her mother’s decision to invite her ex to the house when she could think more clearly. Right now her head whirled with confusion.

She stumbled into her bedroom and locked the door behind her, shedding her clothes on her way to the en suite bathroom. Naked and shivering she flipped on the shower and stood beneath its cleansing stream.

The warm water soothed the slight ache between her thighs where Caleb had sought her so ravenously, bringing them both so quickly to climax. The skin on her butt cheeks stung where his nails had dug into her flesh, joining their bodies together so completely. Every niggle of pain refused to let her forget the passion he had stirred in her. Even now, her sex swelled as she thought of his hot and heavy breath on her face, her body caged beneath him, and it made the tug of longing in her loins too much to ignore.

Mia let her hand travel between her legs to investigate her own arousal and dipped one digit into her irresistibly wet entrance. Retracing Caleb’s journey, she delved deep into the silken folds to explore her desires. She imagined him there with her, inside her, calling her to orgasm at her own hand.

The cascade of water from above carried away all the evidence, and, as the shower wrapped her in its warm embrace, she let her tears flow freely. There was no chance of winning back her parents’ trust and respect if she insisted on acting like a common little slut.
How can one man make me feel so good about myself and so bad at the same time?

But she couldn’t refute the effect he had on her body, even if she wanted to. The addictive nature of discovering her sexuality she likened to waking up in a new world, where she had so much to catch up on. Not once in the years she’d spent with Robbie had she experienced what every other sexually active woman took for granted—that connection with her partner, that feeling of desirability, and, most importantly of all, enjoyment. Now that Caleb was there to provide her with those missing elements it frightened her.

Her parents would never approve. She wasn’t sure that she did. He was coarse, unrefined and unreliable. Everything Robbie wasn’t. But there was no question how Caleb felt about her when she saw that passion in every look, every move he made. With Robbie, she suspected she was nothing more than a convenience at times. Yet she’d stayed with him much longer than was good for her, simply to keep her parents happy.

Logically, other than enjoying the sins of each other’s flesh, she knew she had done no wrong with Caleb. The tiresome worries came entirely from her quarter. Trapped by her own fear, she let those around her dictate how they thought she should behave.

Weary from the day’s physical and emotional labours, she shut off the water and climbed into bed. It didn’t matter that her skin and hair were still wet, she just wanted sleep to claim her and put an end to her anxieties.

The last thought she had on the subject as her head hit the pillow, was that someday soon she would have to grow a pair and find the courage to live her life the way she wanted to. If only she knew what that was.

Chapter Four

Mia tossed and turned, her restless legs making short work of the carefully tucked bed covers. Too hot, too cold, she couldn’t get comfortable, and she held Caleb Jackson entirely responsible.

After twenty-four very long hours, her body cried out for the comfort of his touch, ached for that sense of completion only he could provide. She wondered what spell he had cast over her to make her crave him even more than chocolate.
Mmm, chocolate-dipped Caleb…

“Aagh!” She cast off the last of the sheets in exasperation. This self-imposed torture might end up doing more harm than succumbing to her desires. If her levels of horniness increased any further, she feared she would jump on the first eligible bachelor to cross her path. It made much more sense to capitulate to the very man who had caused her condition in the first place. A day spent with her conscience and libido vying for control had finally been won out by her new bestie.

As her parents slept soundly on the floor above, Mia crept through the house. The absurdity of a grown woman sneaking out for a booty call wasn’t lost on her. Especially when she hadn’t rebelled once in her teens, and had saved herself for Robbie of all people.

The front door clicked behind her, and she ran barefoot across the lawn, tossing her nightdress asunder to transform into her wolf. The scent of her grey wolf hung in the air around the woods. He had been there recently.
Watching me?
Perhaps his wounded pride had also been beaten into submission by animal lust. In that case she might not have to grovel too much to seek his help out with her predicament.

With renewed enthusiasm, she raced on through the trees, over the hills, in pursuit of her mate. The trail took her directly towards the cottage, its faint light burning through the darkness. She should have known Caleb would rather hole up in discomfort there before he would back down and ask her brother for another night’s lodging.

As she approached the house, she reassumed her human form. The cool air prickled her skin and puckered her nipples, but thankfully she found the door unlocked. This was not a man used to the practicalities of home security.

The inside of the house didn’t provide much more heat than outside, but the sight of Caleb curled up on the floor soon warmed her. She envied his peaceful sleep, even though he lay on the hard wood floor fully dressed, using his jacket for a pillow.

Seduction didn’t come easy to a girl more used to Robbie’s wham-bam-get-your-coat technique. The longer she stood there completely starkers, the more doubts crept in. It had all seemed so easy from the comfort of her bed—get laid, keep it secret, everyone’s a winner. Now in the harsh fluorescent light she wondered if he would even want her. Maybe their last bout of sexual gymnastics at the house had been his swan song before he moved on. His parting words certainly hadn’t held a hint of sentimentality, or indicated an interest in seeing her again. After everyone’s behaviour that night he was well within his rights to tell her to go to hell, but she was here now.

Pulling on her metaphoric big girl pants, Mia shook off her personal demons and lay down beside him. She brushed away the dark blond locks falling across his eyes, her touch dragging him back to semi-consciousness. Caleb wrinkled his nose, and she leaned in to kiss his slightly parted lips. When he didn’t respond, she traced the tip of her tongue across his bottom lip. He murmured and turned further onto his side, throwing an arm across her hip.

The apparent power she held over his sleeping form proved impossible to ignore. Without his smart remarks and swagger that reduced her to a submissive mess, she was free to do a little tormenting of her own. A gentle blow in his ear provoked him until an agitated hand batted her away. The barely-there kisses pressed into the base of his neck produced a whimper. When she popped open his fly for what she really wanted, he clamped his large hand painfully around her wrist.

“What are you doing?” No trace of her jovial mood reflected in the fiery amber eyes now staring back at her.

She tried to distract him with a series of open-mouthed kisses placed along his jaw line, but he shrank away.

“Only last night you were embarrassed to have me in your house, and now you’re in mine? Naked?”
It had taken him long enough to notice.

“Are you complaining?” As his grip slackened, she renewed her bold advance to take hold of his rapidly growing erection. He could protest all he wanted, but his body told a different story.

“No. But why am I suddenly flavour of the month again?” He shifted uncomfortably, but Mia persisted in stroking the full length of his silky shaft. “You are driving me crazy, Ms Blake.”

“It occurred to me that I am running from something we both want very much.” She nibbled on his earlobe and sucked it into her mouth, determined that he should follow her lead and overlook all the whys and wherefores.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “What’s that?”

“No strings sex,” she whispered into his ear.

His cock jerked its appreciation but his eyes remained unsure. “That’s what you want?”

“Yes. Unless I’m expected to pay for your services too?” Undoubtedly she would empty her entire bank account for a night with him, but she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease.

Caleb covered his face with his hands and groaned. “I’m trying to forget I said that.”

Mia let loose with a giggle, remembering her mother’s horror. “So, you’re not the highly sought-after stud you claimed to be? How disappointing.”

That cheeky grin she’d worried might not make an appearance finally spread across his face as her good mood started to work its magic.

“I didn’t say that. I just don’t accept payment for my skills.”

“Good, because what I have in mind for you while you’re in town would probably drive me to bankruptcy.” Even simply thinking about what they could get up to with her inhibitions under lock and key for the time being sent butterflies dive-bombing in the pit of her stomach. Like one of those corkscrew rollercoasters at the funfair, Caleb scared and excited her. There were ups and downs, moments when she’d scream or wait with baited breath for the next sudden move, but in the end she’d finish the ride with a great big smile on her face.