White Doe [shapeshifter romance / romantic suspense] (7 page)

Nodding, he sat
and drew her onto his lap. "I want to consummate our love here. Where we fell in love." His mouth went dry at his trite sounding confession until her dark eyes filled with joy.

Tenderly she stroked his face
. "Shane." His name spread like a whisper. Her lips brushed his and wandered to his cheek. Chill bumps coated his arms as she pebbled his neck with kisses.

He cradled her lithe body a
s he rolled to his side and brought her beneath him. His palms began to sweat as they did when he was a teen.

He remembered her leading him to the tree house that
last fateful day. How she had peeled off her T-shirt. He'd fumbled unhooking her lacy bra. The sight of her beautiful breasts nearly took his breath until he latched onto a dark nipple. He almost came as he sucked her luscious tit.

His
fingers slipped down her barely there shorts and found her wet and ready. He dipped his head to taste. They satisfied one another orally as usual, but this time Chey drew a condom from her pocket.

He
had burned to take her, but held back. He'd feared she'd get pregnant. In truth he, dreaded giving her a child like him. She started to cry and told him she was moving to Florida and begged him to make love to her.

After she
'd left he blamed her. Lying to himself was easier than accepting the truth. It kept his heart from fracturing completely.

"
I was afraid, Chey. Afraid for you to take my seed, that you might conceive a child like me."

"
And now?" she asked.

"
I'd be there for you both."

H
er smooth legs wrapped around his waist and guide him home, where he always wanted to be. He read the love in her eyes and held her tightly. Warm and inviting, her body welcomed him, loving him like no other woman had.

He trembled as her hands swept across
his back. Her hips arched under him as he melded them into one. Slow and gentle. A tightness claimed his chest. His mate. He would protect her no matter what.

Chapter 12

The romantic promise to protect her endeared her lover to Cheyenne's soul. In the weeks since Dory had recruited her hunter at the Black Raven, Shane carefully picked deserted areas for them to shift. Helped her learn to be ever-conscious of her surroundings and taught her stealth tips he'd leaned in the military.

He shared with her how
his shifting abilities aided his unit in Iraq. How he'd flown recon as a hawk at night while they slept. When his captain joked that he had ESP, Shane just smiled.

On her
first Saturday night off since starting work, the Pirates had scheduled a meeting, a.k.a. party, at the club president's beach mansion. Cheyenne couldn't deny her excitement to go as Shane's date. And the opportunity to meet other club members and their women. Although she loved her mom and Nona, she missed her girlfriends in Florida.

She inspected her outfit in
the bedroom door mirror. The snug black jeans Shane admired paired with her eggplant cowl neck sweater wouldn't be warm enough for the bike ride there. After contemplating her limited selection of coats, she caught him standing in the doorway watching her with eyes of smoky Cognac. They only turned that color when he became aroused. Enjoying the attention, she took her time putting on a silver conch bracelet and matching earrings.

"
Baby, you look fine. Better than fine. In fact, you look like sex on a stick. If you don't hurry, I'm going to cause us to be late."

She grinned
, stepping toward him. His leather jacket made his shoulders linebacker wide. She cupped the expanding bulge at his fly.

"
Like I said." He tugged her against him as if she'd belonged to him forever.

His woodsy aftershave envelo
ped her as she traced his jaw with her other hand. His high cheekbones and expressive mouth adding to his mesmerizing eyes, formed a wildly exotic combination.

With a pang of jealously, she wondered if Dory would attend the party
. Or another former lover? Seductively, flexing her hips, she purred, "I'll never turn you down."

"
Hmmm.  Be careful what you promise, sweetheart." With a squint, he planted a forceful kiss on her lips and tugged her from the bedroom.

"
Wait, I need to get a jacket."

With a devi
ous smile, he opened the hall closet and drew out a garment bag and led her to the living room. There, he unzipped the bag, and produced a butter-soft, black leather jacket adorned with fringe and silver conchs. Cheyenne's mouth dropped open.

"
It's sexy as hell, like you. Even has a zip out lining. You're not in Florida anymore, baby."

"
Oh, my God! It's beautiful." Her fingers caressed the expensive leather. "I've got an idea on how to thank you for it," she teased.

He arched
a dark brow that sped up her heart rate.

*
* * *

The sun rode low on
the horizon when they arrived at the Pirates' gathering. The jacket kept her as warm as the hard male in front of her. The ripple of his abs beneath her fingers and the vibration of the engine had her pussy slick with need. She planned to pay up on her offer to thank him for the coat, if she could sneak him to a secluded spot.

A huge beach
bonfire blazed high enough to see as they roared onto the driveway and parked at the end of a long line of motorcycles. Jim greeted them as they removed their helmets. From the house, the booming bass of hard rock music echoed onto the beach and woods beyond.

"
They've got a live band." Shane's friend pressed a kiss to her temple and then threw an arm around his brother in a man hug.

It appeared
they'd been best friends forever. He had pledged Shane into the club and the rest was history, so she'd been told. She liked Jim a lot, but regretted how he'd retreated from Shane since her arrival. She didn't want to be a wedge between friends, but didn't know how to fix it.

A sea of black leather filled the interior of the house in
the form of Pirate club members and their ladies. Shane weaved through the crowd with her hand tucked within his large paw. She couldn't help but admire his fine ass, accented by his devilish chaps. Then the thought of doing him in those alone had her little nub throbbing.

The club president stood
mixing drinks behind the bar of a huge kitchen. His sleeveless vest revealed a sea monster tattoo that ran from shoulder to wrist in multi-hues of green and yellow. His other bicep displayed the Pirates' brand, skull and crossbones with an eye patch. "Shane, what's your pleasure?"

"
Already have it, Kent." Shane drew her up beside him. A mighty handshake ensued between them.

"
Cheyenne, isn't it? Welcome." The president's coarse voice was friendly.

"
Yes." She extended her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"
Nice to finally meet the woman who drove this man to domestication." He winked then asked, "What's your pleasure, darlin?"

She asked for a Jack and he nodded
his approval as he poured whiskey over ice in short frosted glass.

"
If you tire of Shane's company, the women are in the game room," he offered, handing her the cocktail.

She thanked him and
sipped the liquor, enjoying the burn. While they talked club business, she meandered to the living room to check the football game.

Shane stepped
behind her as she admired the big screen. "Whoa, sweet cheeks. Not safe for you to wander this testosterone laden place alone."

Not safe for her o
r him? Cheyenne smiled as his arm slid around her waist. "Kent's right, I should try to mingle some with the ladies, so they don't think I'm antisocial."

"
Yeah, sure. I forgot about how that works. I'll catch you in a bit. In the meantime, I'll scout for a place to get you alone," he whispered, "wearing only that jacket." With a sultry golden wink he turned for the kitchen.

Her
heart stuttered. She had worried he might forget about her while among his club brothers. His love made her feel special instead of an oddity of nature. He embraced her peculiarity wholeheartedly. Probably because he'd been alone like her.

Maybe
Shane finally accepted his aberration and embraced his baser nature because he loved her. Yet, sometimes Cheyenne thought he needed another male confidant, especially now that Jasper had died. Finding another shifter wouldn't be enough. He needed someone he could trust. Someone they could both trust.

At the top of the stairs
, the women were gathered in the entertainment room over the garage. At the pool table, two played a game of eight ball while the others lounged on a sectional sofa and on the floor in front of another big screen TV.

Casua
lly, she sauntered in and loitered near the pool players.

A short, sturdy blonde slammed the eight ball in the corner pocket, ending the game
. "Hey, Hon," Eva said, tossing her cue at Cheyenne. "I need some competition."

Eva visited the Raven frequently
. Her old man, Toby, was a charter fisherman. She kept his books and scheduled his trips. After that, she was a pool shark.

Cheyenne
had played against her a couple of times and held her own, but never won. Eva's invitation provided an ice breaker into the group. She raised the cue, accepting the challenge and took a deep breath.

"
You break." The blonde gave her first and chose another cue. Normally, the winner of the previous game broke, so she'd given her an advantage.

Bending
, she lined up her shot toward the triangle of balls. A barrage of comments sifted through the room.
Who's bitch is she? Watch Eva run the table on her skinny ass. Who's cock did she suck for that Harley jacket?

Cheyenne
broke, sending the six ball skittering into a corner pocket while the two ball dropped in one of the sides.

After her shot,
she offered the room a cocky grin. Showing fear among this group would set her up for hard times to come. "Shane bought the jacket for my pole dancing ass because he's addicted to my fellatrix skills."

Snickers rumbled through the group.
With a hard smile, she turned to the table and fired her second shot.

Before Eva took her stance, she smacked her pool cue over
Cheyenne's stick and winked then ran the table until she scratched on her next to last ball. Cheyenne gave chase. They were even up when she missed the eight ball in the side pocket. Eva quickly sunk it, winning the game.

Senses on full alert,
Cheyenne caught the familiar scent of ocean and sandalwood. Her man leaned casually against the doorframe, sporting a shit-eating grin. How long had he been there? Long enough to hear her proclaim him belonging to her?
Shit.

"
Ladies." He stepped through the crowd and made a display of grabbing her supposed skinny ass. "How about a private dance?"

He
winked and bent down tossing her over his shoulder. Cheers and Whoops erupted as they left the room.

Nothing like breaking the ice
…

*
* * *

The band returned
from break as Shane stepped outside and lowered Chey's feet to the deck. A melodic rock ballad floated through the air as stars blinked in rhythm against a black velvet sky.

"You're braver than I thought." He snaked his arm around her waist and headed to the beach.

"
I've had experience with rough crowds."

Her tough girl attitude at
the pool table had a railroad spike poking at the zipper of his jeans. Why hadn't he ever thought to ask her to dance for him before now? "Yeah, so how about that private performance? Promise you can leave the jacket on," he said darkly.

They crossed
a large grassy dune and found a secluded basin between the other rangy hills. A gibbous moon rose in the east as a perfect spotlight for the show. The heat in Chey's sea-green stare had his groin tightening.

She
smiled at the next tune. Slowly licking her lips, her head dropped back as her lean hips swayed to the heavy bass line. He dropped cross legged, on the sand.

She
seductively worked her jacket down her arms. The soft leather hit him square in the chest to taunt. Her purple sweater followed. He swallowed hard as pert nipples strained against her sheer black bra.

As she continued her sen
suous striptease, he leaned on his elbows and stretched out his legs enjoying the show, while the recesses of his mind wondered where he should install a dance pole in the tiny house.
Lord help him
.

A boot flew
to his left. Another to his right. Slowly, she unzipped her jeans and turned shimming from her shapely thighs. As she stepped free, her hair swung just above the cleft of her luscious brown ass where her thong string disappeared.

Shane sucked in a breath
.

S
he came close and shook those sweet cheeks within inches of his face. Driven in lust, he nipped the tight flesh.

"
No touching the dancer." She turned and her lacy thong landed on his face. The spicy scent of her arousal made him groan.

Her eyes narrowed
. In total control, she dropped her wispy bra in the sand. Moonlight bathed her breasts in a sexy glow. Shane's mouth watered as they swayed in invitation.

Her
dark wine nipples puckered in the cool of the evening. He ached to suck the tender buds and bury his tongue between the bare folds of her pussy.

S
he yanked her new jacket from his lap and caressed her body with the supple animal skin before slipping it on. She was a dark angel of seduction.

"
Baby, you're a wet dream."

"
Let me see how hard you are." Her command shot lust straight to his balls.

Oh
, hell yeah.

He
stood to obey. Drew off his long sleeve T-shirt and unzipped. His shaft jerked against her fingers as she teased the ridged head. Her tongue swept her ripe bottom lip.

"
Suck me," he ordered.

She knelt and
sheathed him in one swift motion. Her cat green eyes painted him with primal adoration. He could have come right then. Twisting her hair at her nape with one hand, he admired how she worked his pole. Slow agonizing strokes tortured him, stripping his control. When her tongue delved into his weeping slit, he thought his balls would implode.

"
Wanna ride?" He asked cockily, trying to regain some semblance of power. Two could play alpha.

Her breath hitched as he
pulled her up and palmed her firm rear. Lifting, he drew her into a fierce embrace. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her hands locked around the column of his neck. The broad tip of his erection teased her slickness.