And that’s when I realize. No condom. I don’t carry one because I’m not that kind of guy who goes around picking up random women. Besides, wolves don’t get STDs. But she doesn’t know that.
“Sunny.” My voice sounds strangled. “I don’t have a condom. I’m clean, though, I swear. Do you trust me?”
She looks over her shoulder at me. When she hesitates, I seriously think I might implode. But then she nods. “I trust you.”
Thank fuck.
“Good girl,” I say. The words surprise me. It’s not a phrase I’ve used before. My previous mate didn’t inspire this level of dominance or protectiveness.
Strange, since she was a wolf and Sunny isn’t.
“Shirt off,” I order. And once she’s ripped the tank off, I add, “Spread those legs for me, baby. You’ve got a hard fucking coming now.”
She lets out a strangled laugh and spreads her thighs wider. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn beautiful in my life. She has more butterflies tattooed at the base of her spine, spreading across her hips and then ascending on a diagonal to the shoulder tattoo. I remember the tattoos from last time, but they strike me anew.
“So pretty. Got any new ink, baby?”
“Mmm, you’ll have to find out for yourself,” she murmurs against the sheets.
Challenge. Accepted.
I nudge her thighs wider and kneel between them, then rub the head of my cock against her entrance. She’s still leaking honey, sweet and silky. I slide right in.
“Fuck that’s good, baby.” I ease back, then slam in hard, causing her to give a little scream.
“Oh, you didn’t think I’d be gentle with you, did you?” I repeat the action, loving the way my loins slap up against her ass like another spanking.
She laughs. “I seem to recall you broke a wall last time.”
Damn. She’s right. She does something crazy to me.
I palm one shoulder to keep her in place, then fuck her with powerful thrusts. I want in deeper, harder.
I know it’s too much. I’m sure I’m hurting her-she’s human, after all-but I can’t seem to stop myself.
All I can do is try to soothe her with my words. “You’re taking it like a good girl, though, aren’t you, sunshine?”
I fuck so hard the bus bounces on its wheels. Everything in it rattles and shakes.
Sunny’s breathing in gasps that I force out of her with each slam in.
She bumps her head against the door and readjusts, pulling her hips up so she’s on her knees. I hold tight around her waist and keep pumping hard.
“You like that angle, baby? Where I get in so deep?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck, yes.”
Her enthusiasm is too much for me.
“I was thinking about this all through yoga,” I confess. “All through dinner.”
“Me too!” She’s breathless, her face turned to one side against the mattress, hair a wild halo.
“Yeah? Is that why you were such a cock tease?” I slap her flank. “Sitting on my lap and making me hard?”
“You pulled me to your lap!” she protests.
Maybe I did. She’s probably right. I didn’t mean to, but then she was climbing over me, her soft body right over my lap. What was I supposed to do?
“You needed this fuck.” I accuse her, even though I’m the one who needed it.
“Yes,” she agrees. “Definitely.”
And that’s when coherent speech becomes impossible. I’m too dizzy with lust, too high on her enthusiastic reception.
I pound and pound until my vision goes to white lightning, and I roar so loud the bus shivers.
And then I come.
I fill her with my cum, soak the sheets. And only when my vision clears and I can breathe again, do I realize she’s coming too. Her pussy’s squeezing every last drop out of me in quick pulses.
I lower us to the mattress and wrap an arm around her waist, keeping her ass tucked against my lap, my cock still inside her. Our chests move together as we catch our breaths.
My wolf wants to issue all kinds of claims and demands. Get rid of that pretty boy asshole. You’d better not be touching other men in yoga. This pussy is mine.
But for once, I’m smart enough to stop myself. I have no claim on Sunny, nor do I intend to claim her.
She can-and will-do whatever the hell she wants, including slipping me a note and driving off the moment I fall asleep.
I already know how this thing between us works.
So this time I do the leaving.
I kiss her neck. “Thank you, Sunny,” I murmur. I slip out of her and climb up.
She rolls over. “That’s it?” There’s accusation in her tone, although I don’t know what she wants from me. She’s not exactly the settle down and have a relationship type. I’m unable to think of a response because as I rise up, I get the full view of her naked, and my body stills. I can only stare. Drink her magnificence in.
She blinks those blue eyes at me, watching steadily. “Am I going to see you again?”
I clear my throat. Try to make my lips move. “Uh, I’m not sure.” I rub the back of my neck.
She drops her face into the sheets. “Right.”
I don’t know where she gets off being upset. Still, a stab of guilt hits me square in the chest. I did just barge my way into her bus and fuck the daylights out of her.
“Well, I’d like to see you again, Titus.”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay. But I gotta go now. I’ll come find you.” I back out of the bus and shut the door.
I left my motorcycle on the opposite end of the plaza, so I walk back the way I came, through the now empty town square. I’m almost to the other side when I hear the scream of metal on metal and my whole world flips on end.