CHAPTER FIVE

MAIKEN WAITED in the living room for Jessica to make her appearance. He would have talked with her in his bedroom but being in there with her was causing him to have thoughts he had no business thinking. Being close to her against the door, he had the urge to pick her up, let her wrap her legs around him and bury himself inside her. Visions of her head thrown back in pleasure plagued him, making him feel as if he was doing something wrong.

“Hey,” Jessica’s voice pulled him from his lude thoughts.

“Have a seat,” he motioned to the place beside him on the sofa.

When she sat down, she refused to make eye contact with him. He could still smell her fear, but now it was masked by something else. Something that resonated in his own body, urging him to lose control.

“Where’s your son?” she asked while knotting her hands together in her lap.

“He’s with my sister. She’s taking him for a few days while I figure things out.”

“I guess I’m the thing you have to figure out, right?” her voice shook with nervousness.

“Yes. Our rules are to be executed no matter what, and I broke one of the most important. I hope you understand that.”

“I do.” She nodded.

Maiken took a deep breath then spoke, “I can’t let you leave Blue Creek until I’m sure you will keep my secret.”

“So you’re holding me hostage?” she finally whipped her head around and stared at him.

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like? Are you going to shackle me to something and deprive me of food until I agree to keep my mouth shut?”

“That’s absurd.” Maiken stood, anger falling over him.

“This whole thing is fucking absurd!” Jessica also stood. “You have no right to keep me here.” She grabbed the handle of her suitcase and headed for the front door.

“Jessica,” his tone meant business as he approached her.  “Don’t be hard headed about this.”

She turned to face him, her hand dropping from the suitcase. “I get it, you have trust issues. Who doesn’t,” her voice lowered as if she were remembering a time when she was betrayed.

Maiken felt for her. He wanted to comfort her. She was scared though, and he didn’t want her to feel like that. “You’re so damn stubborn.” He backed her against the door.

“I won’t apologize for the way I am,” she whispered as he pressed his body against hers.

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” His fingers reached up, brushing across her silken cheek.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Truth…I don’t really know.” He smoothed his other hand up her stomach, then drifted it across her breasts. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re beautiful?”

She ducked her head a bit, “I have no makeup on. I’m sure I look atrocious.”

“No, you look natural and gorgeous,” he said as he smoothed his thumb over her lips. He wanted her in every way he could think of.

“This isn’t a good idea,” he noticed her lips coming closer to his.

“You’re right.”

“Kiss me,” she breathed.

Maiken didn’t falter at her request. Instead, he pressed his lips to hers, tasting her. He swept his tongue between her lips, then groaned at the honey sweet flavor that exploded in his own mouth. The moans from Jessica spurred him on as he molded one of her breasts in his hand. When he broke the kiss, Maiken began trailing his tongue on her neck then whispered in her ear, “I want to taste you.” He sank to his knees then reached for the waistband of her yoga pants. They slipped down her tan legs easily, and soon he was face to face with a sexy pair of black lace panties. There was nothing hotter than black lace in his opinion, and he didn’t want to remove them from her body. Instead, he yanked them to the side to reveal her perfectly smooth sex. Her arousal was evident which spurred him on even more. With her legs trembling, Maiken parted her lips with two fingers, then leaned forward, slicking his tongue over her clit. Jessica’s body shook with pleasure as he repeated the motion several times.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” She groaned.

Now he was stuck between letting her come on his tongue, and making her wait to do it on his cock. Since his insistent erection pressed against his zipper, he decided that he wanted to feel her release on his cock.

Standing, he looked at her and ordered, “Over here.” He made his way to the couch.

Jessica kicked the yoga pants off her ankles and followed him. Maiken couldn’t help but drink in the way her bare legs looked as she made her way to him. He’d taken a seat on the sofa, but hadn’t made any attempt to remove his jeans. Each step she took toward him was painful and invigorating all in the same basket. Everything about him screamed he had to have her.

“Where do you want me?” she asked in a seductive voice.

He patted his palms on his thighs, inviting her to straddle him. “Here.”

As if she were performing in a slow motion movie, Jessica moved to his lap—her thighs pressing against his. Her panties were still pulled to the side, but he needed full access to her. Grabbing the side of the delicate lace, Maiken twisted it in his fist and pulled it from her lower half. He then held up the scrap of material for her to see.

“Those were really expensive,” she flashed a mischievous smile.

He reached up, pulling her face closer to his. “I don’t fucking care,” he said right before he slammed his lips to hers, letting her taste her own flavors on his tongue.

As if she were practicing for the moment he would be inside her, Jessica began to ride him, her hips moving back and forth over the top of him. She moaned above him as the rough fabric of his jeans made contact with her most intimate parts. His inner wolf was howling as if it wanted to escape and possess her, all of her. The scent of her intensified with each sensual move she made, telling him she was ready to feel what he could do to her. As if she read his mind, she halted her actions and sat back slightly. Soon her fingers were working the button of his jeans open, then rasping the zipper downward. Maiken never liked wearing underwear—it was easier to shift into his wolf form if he didn’t have the constriction of clothing. It must’ve surprised Jessica—the look of pleasure crossed her face as his erection came free of its confines. The hungry expression on her face heightened everything he was feeling and more. It was a battle of wills inside his body and mind. He wanted to hold himself back from ravishing her, but on the other hand, he wanted to lay her down on the couch and thrust as hard as he could into her wet heat. Hearing her scream would be the ultimate reward in his act of carnal possession.

“I want you inside of me,” Jessica leaned forward, whispering her desire in his ear.

Maiken pulled in a deep breath as he grabbed his cock, lining it up to her waiting entrance. As her skin began contact with his, he closed his eyes, drinking the sensation in. But reality set in soon and he let go of himself, then grabbed her hips to stop her.

“Are you on anything?” he asked in a serious tone. She nodded. “Good,” Maiken said while positioning her over him once more.

There was a moment of hesitation on her part but it passed before he could mention it. As she grabbed him in her hand, he knew she wasn’t doubting her decision to go as far as she wanted. He let her take the control and for once, it was breathtaking to do so.

“Tell me to fuck you,” she rubbed his cock back and forth across her wet folds.

A smile played on his face, “Do it darlin’, fuck me.”

Her chest inflated as she sucked in a quick breath. In a slow and painful motion, she began sinking down on him, her wetness coating his dick. The woman seemed to enjoy the torture she inflicted on him as she took her time seating him within her channel. The moans that emanated from above him had his erection twitching inside her, wanting to let go. But he couldn’t just yet.

“You feel amazing,” she said while sitting still, letting herself adjust to him.

“So do you,” Maiken couldn’t wait any longer, he had to have the control back. In one fluid motion, he flipped her to her back on the couch. His cock never left her body as he held himself over the top of her. “My turn,” he flashed a wicked grin, pulling his erection out until just the head was left in. He waited until she least expected it, then slammed into her, causing her to cry out and dig her nails into his arms.

Jessica was a prim and proper woman who had more than likely never been well fucked. Maiken was determined to change that for her.

“You’re making me feel like I could come,” she tightened her grip on his arms.

“Not yet,” he commanded. With each rough stroke he made into her body, Maiken felt something more than just sex. It scared him how the act with Jessica was familiar, like he had known her all his life. But she was a stranger—a woman passing through his life. He couldn’t let himself get wrapped up in the fantasy of her because she would soon be gone and he would still be in Blue Creek.

“Almost there,” she groaned, interrupting his wayward thoughts.

This was it, the moment he’d been waiting for since realizing he was attracted to her. For Maiken, sex was about the woman—pleasuring her, making sure she had a smile on her face when everything was said and done. This time would be no different.

“Harder,” she cried, her thighs tensing up and her legs spreading further apart.

He obliged, thrusting into her like his life depended on each powerful stroke. It wasn’t long until he felt her walls begin pulsing around his cock, but he wanted more—and yet again as if she could read his mind, she exploded around him.

Trembling overtook her body as she cried out in ecstasy. Her legs wrapped around him, keeping him inside her to feel everything he could. Maiken wanted to come inside her badly, but he knew that was too personal. Instead, he held his release back until her body began to go limp underneath him. When he could stave off the sensations no more, he pulled himself from her, letting himself release on her stomach. His groans and grunts caused a smile on her smooth face as he did.

With heavy breathing, Maiken leaned back, taking in the sight of Jessica. When he’d first laid eyes on her when her car was broken down, he only saw her as a snobbish woman who was probably spoiled and entitled. Seeing her in a vulnerable state now, he had a different opinion of her.

“I’m going to clean up.” He stood from the couch and hurried upstairs. The one thing he would never forget though, was the look on her face at his almost cold manner. He didn’t want to stay and cuddle or even kiss her like he’d usually do. Again, that would’ve been too personal. No, he would go upstairs and shut himself in the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would make him feel like he didn’t just betray the memory of his late wife.