The Wolf on the Hill (6 page)

The hearty rumble of his laugh brought back the easy camaraderie she so enjoyed with him. “Why don’t you show me what you have in mind?”

Eyes dark with desire challenged her and she was more than happy to oblige. With a sharp tug, the restrictions of his trousers and underwear were no more. He was definitely happy to see her. Again, she teased his bottom lip with her tongue whilst running her thumb back and forth over the tip of his penis. The double action made him buck beneath her, until she shimmied down his body to focus on the part of him straining for release.

“Mmm.” She savoured him slowly, as though he boasted a candy-covered cock, and she had a very sweet tooth. The velvety skin and the rigid flesh grasped in her hand were treated with reverence from their devoted follower.

She licked circles around and around the swollen purple head, washed over the tip to lap up the first drops of his excitement, and took him fully into her mouth. While cupping and squeezing his sac, she sucked on his length, from the base to the tip, and repeated until her jaw ached. Even when she had freed him from his oral restraints she didn’t let up the pressure, merely captured his erection in her firm hand instead.

While she worked his shaft at a steady pace, she playfully nuzzled and kissed his balls, straying south just enough to gain a reaction.

“Fucking hell! That feels amazing.” His colourful verbal response did wonders for her self-esteem, but also intensified her reasons for coming to him. At least on this occasion she had Caleb on hand to relieve her symptoms.

They worked together to tug off the rest of his clothes and slip on a condom, leaving him delightfully naked for her to straddle. The strong muscles between her thighs reminded her of the horse she had ridden many years ago, a wild, powerful beast. With any luck she could tame this stallion as easily as her first love, and ride him just as hard.

Mia sighed when the blunt head of his erection parted her folds to forge her and Caleb together. The thick fill of him guided her to that selfish slice of heaven where no thoughts dared enter, and her libido governed her entire body. Steeling the palms of her hands on the tic-tac-toe board of his abs, she moved quickly up and down his pleasure-giving, fleshy staff.

“Hey, wait for me!” Caleb pinched her nipples between his fingers to bring her spiralling back from the brink. Keeping her pinned to him, he sat up and kissed her with a grounding passion to slow her pace. The sensations of his tongue in her mouth and his cock in her hole at the same time overwhelmed her, priming every nerve ending for an enjoyable finale.

He set a steady rhythm and lay back down, bringing her with him so they were chest to chest. No words were needed to communicate his desires as he let his body do the talking. His hands gripped her hips and, regardless of her powerful position, he took control and dictated the pace—quick, quick, slow. A delicious tango.

He stoked the fire he’d lit inside her from their very first encounter until it raged out of control. She anticipated each arch of his pelvis, meeting him with increased hunger at every bump and grind. That wonderful pressure building inside her, which she was getting way too used to, started in her toes, steadily rising to creep along her inner thigh, and concentrate in her tightening pussy.

With help she flew into the clouds, piloted by the one person who seemed to know who she was and what she needed, even when she didn’t. The force of her climax surprised her as she broke apart, zapping her of all energy to the point of collapse.

Caleb flipped an orgasmically-dazed Mia over onto her back and took charge of his own release. The feral growl that vibrated through his body when he came sent quivers of delight into hers with the knowledge that he was just as out of control around her. Surely he couldn’t turn down her proposal with this feeling to look forward to wherever, and whenever, they wanted?

When the final tremors of his orgasm subsided, he lay down beside her. It seemed right when he held her in his arms, the two of them spooning like any other couple would after making love. If life ever played fair, one day she could have it all.

* * * *

Flickers of daylight reached behind Caleb’s closed lids to coax him awake. Mia stirred beside him, giving a stretch that showcased everything she had to offer. It hadn’t been a dream?

“What time is it?” She yawned and cuddled back into his side.

“Dunno.” Quite happy to lie there all day long, he neither knew nor cared about the time. He settled down for another doze, but Mia tensed beside him.

She sat up, hugging her arms around her knees. “I have to go.”

As always, her panic pricked their bubble, to turn the dream to dust.

“So, this is another regret-filled parting of the ways?” Some men would probably be grateful for the quick getaway, and usually he was one of those men. For some reason, each snub from Mia cut that much more deeply. Yet, the masochist in him couldn’t resist any chance to be with her.

“I have to carry on like this never happened? Again?” For once it would be nice to have someone act proud of their association with him instead of showing shame.

Mia frowned at him. “I thought we agreed on the ‘no strings’ thing?”

He frowned right back. “But you’re still sneaking out.”

A quick smile unfurled her brow, and she leaned over to kiss him softly on the mouth. “I am not sneaking out. I am sneaking back into my house. In case you haven’t noticed, I am naked. Besides, if this is nothing more than a bit of fun, there is no reason to get my family involved. They don’t need to know my every move.”

“And, girl, you have some moves.” The wink he gave her gained him a playful slap to the arm, while he did his best to ignore the slight against him as her guilty little secret.

“I’m serious. I want to enjoy this for what it is, and not worry what other people think of me.” Her honesty came with a bite. That notion that he wasn’t good enough to parade on her arm resonated with a heavy clang.

But surely he wanted the same thing—sex with Mia, no commitment, and absolutely no reason to cross paths with the Wicked Bitch of the West up at Blake Towers.

“I’m going now before anyone spots me roaming naked in the hills and asks any questions. Okay?” She patted his hand the same way he did when letting a girl down after a one-night stand.

“Okay.” He stifled a laugh at the sudden role reversal, not sure he would feel more emasculated if he grew a pair of tits.

They parted on the doorstep with a lingering kiss that said everything of the times they could look forward to. With no definite plans for when they would meet up again he feared he’d be left there pining until she could snatch five minutes unsupervised to slink back. He needed to find something to occupy his time there in between visits, for the sake of his sanity, and his reputation.

As Mia changed into her stunning white wolf and disappeared into the trees, Caleb wondered when exactly she had become such a big part of his life.

* * * *

The water swirled, white foam bobbing on the surface as he rinsed the razor in the sink. When he leaned in to check his reflection, it finally dawned on him that this was all his—the sink, the mirror, the bathroom, the house—all of it.

With a shake of his head he fished the plug out from the sink and let the soapy water drain away. Up until now he could have fitted all of his worldly possessions onto the back of his motorbike, and now… He reached for the towel to pat his face dry and took a good look out of the window at the rolling fields he currently possessed.

Maybe as a landowner now he needed to buy some tweeds and a shotgun as opposed to the ripped jeans and smile he currently sported. Content with all that he surveyed, he didn’t even resent the huge slice of the property sold off over the years to fund his father’s excesses.

 Once upon a time their ancestors had owned the majority of the farmland hereabouts, and the Jackson name had demanded respect. A certain responsibility lay with him now, as the last member of the clan. The line finished with him, and there was a possibility that he could be the one to blame for wiping them from Olcan Hills’ future history. After all, the chances of him settling down with a loving wife to have fat wolfie babies were slim to say the least.

The walls of guilt closed in on him and the urge to run became overwhelming.

The last clean T-shirt he owned, a freebie courtesy of some beer promotion, lay in a ball at the bottom of his rucksack. He pulled it on along with his black leather jacket and boots, opting for the human method of escape today.

* * * *

He cruised the country roads on his beloved Triumph Thunderbird Storm, thankful for the sacrifices he’d made to purchase his dream motorcycle. Every double shift, late night gig and not knowing where he would sleep from one day to the next was worth it for this adrenaline rush.

Exhilaration fuelled his journey as he wound his way through the hills, twisting and turning as the wind carried away his problems. He didn’t set out with a destination in mind, but he slowed the bike when he came across the local cemetery. He’d never made it to his father’s funeral. After all, he wasn’t a hypocrite.

The man had bullied and beaten every ounce of love out of Caleb until he hadn’t even been able to find it in him to mourn the loss. Yet, here he stood at the graveside of the only parent he’d ever known. The black marble headstone, no doubt provided by the good people of Olcan Hills, looked stately. Something the great John Jackson would surely have approved of. But to Caleb it was simply another symbol of the lies.

“’A great man’, huh?” The gold lettering told of a person whom Caleb didn’t recognise. “I wish I had come sooner. To tell you, tell them, what a cruel bastard you were behind closed doors. But who would have believed me anyway when you were such a convincing saint to the rest of the world?”

No one could have known that the late, great John Jackson had taken out all his frustrations on his only son, when he portrayed himself as a man who would do anything for anyone. Even thinking about him increased Caleb’s resentment to the point that it left a hollow crater where his heart should be.

His thoughts drifted to Mia, as if she was his body’s natural attempt to repair the trauma inflicted by his father. Alcohol usually did the same trick, but she definitely seemed like the best cure-all for his ills. Better than that, he could have Mia and beer at the same time. Screw waiting around for her to come to him, he knew exactly where he wanted to spend the next few hours.

* * * *

With a smile for everyone and a gentle laugh that he could pick out across the busy pub, even just to watch her move behind the bar soothed his troubled soul. Instead of the frosty air she often took on when confronted with him in public, she gave him a friendly wave when she spotted him.

Only the pink tinge to her complexion gave away any clue that their relationship went beyond mere acquaintances. The shared secret made him stand taller in the room full of judgemental arseholes who believed that he’d wronged his father in so many ways. This wonderful woman was his. For now, at least.

“Hey, Mia.” He sauntered over to the bar, resisting the strong urge to kiss, or even touch her when he knew the slightest contact would end in him ravishing her on the bar top.

“A beer please, barmaid.” Picturing her in a wench outfit, her bosom heaving from lacy white ruffles, didn’t help the growing discomfort in his pants. One sniff of this hot she-wolf and he reverted to the horny leg-humping mutt everyone assumed him to be.

“Would you like me to top that up with lemonade?” She nodded towards Rory parked at the end of the bar.

Sheesh! Does this guy actually have a life of his own?

“I suppose you’d better make it a shandy since I’m driving. I don’t want a run-in with the law, now, do I?” With his need for alcohol already overshadowed by Mia’s more intoxicating presence, a sip of the now innocuous drink slaked his thirst.

As Mia returned to serve her other customers, Caleb found himself gravitating towards Rory. Strangely, since his return to the Hills, languishing in his own company no longer held the same appeal it once did.

“Do you want to slap the cuffs on me now?” Caleb held out his wrists with some apprehension. The Blake family exhibited such changeable personalities that he couldn’t predict how Rory would react to him after the disastrous dinner.

He patted the seat next to him. Definitely preferable to the headlock Caleb had envisaged. “Personally, I enjoyed the entertainment, but I think mother is still recovering from the shock of having a gigolo at the dinner table.”

“Jesus! I was joking!” If word got around that he made his living fucking rich housewives, he could kiss goodbye to any local goodwill that might have remained.

“I know, but where the fuck did that come from?” To Caleb’s relief, Rory laughed and displayed no signs of anger in his direction.

Caleb exhaled the breath his lungs had refused to let go of since he’d approached Mia’s brother. “I don’t know. I guess I let my temper get the better of me when Robbie had a go at me in front of everyone. Please pass on my apologies.”

“No worries. I’m not exactly a fan of his either, and Mum can be full-on at times too. I’m sure she’ll get over it. Once she’s disinfected everything you’ve touched, of course.” They exchanged grins, and Caleb could only imagine what means of capital punishment they would inflict on him if they knew he’d touched every inch of Mia.

“Do I take it I’m off the guest list for Gayle’s next soirée?” At least half of the family didn’t appear to hold Caleb’s bad temper against him. The half whose opinion he cared about.

Isn’t that strange? Now that Mia and I are together, having Rory on side suddenly matters. Maybe it’s because her brother holds so much sway with her, or possibly because I know he could beat the shit outta me if he felt so inclined.

“Well, I’d hold off on ordering the tux for now. If it’s any consolation, the dinner parties are full of boring tossers like Robbie Carson. I prefer to socialise with more…interesting people. Here’s to raising a little hell now and then.” Rory raised his coffee cup in salute and Caleb clinked his glass to it.