FOUR
Grant was as incredible for the rest of the weekend as he’d been Friday night.
When they awoke together Saturday morning, straight away, he had Laura go down and help herself to his sausage and dumplings. Then he mounted her and humped her ferociously once, then twice, serving her a generous helping of custard each time. Eventually, they made their way to her bathroom for a shower, kissing and feeling and groping each other with every step. In the shower stall, he put her against the wall, spread open her legs, and did the same to her soaking wet flower. He took his lips, fingers, and tongue to her lady parts and made her moan for more—and then he gave it to her. He climbed back up to his feet, slid his wet hardness deep into her while she was pinned there, and let her have another fast and savage hammering while grunting sex-drunk profanities into her mouth and shoulder. She grabbed his heaving, thrusting buttocks while he worked his animal lust inside her, and she stifled screams that she feared would break the glass of the shower door. Grant released another torrent of thick, sticky seed into her womb, and they clung to each other, slippery wet and panting, while he held her mouth in sloppy, post-coital kisses.
They toweled each other off, licking and fondling each other as they ran the towels over each other’s skin. They ended up leaning against the bathroom sink, playing with what lie between each other’s thighs while he fed her his tongue. Grant amazed her yet again with the speed with which his erection returned. “Again?” she whispered into his ear.
“Hell yeah,” he said. She gave a little gasp of surprise when he lifted her from the floor, letting the towels lie there at their feet. Laura wrapped her arms and thighs around him and let him carry her, kissing her deeply, back to the bedroom and spill her across the tangle of sheets to mount and enter her once more. This time, he screwed her slowly, with the same animal lust and the same grunted profanities, but he took his time with every stroke of his huge, steely rod in and out of her. Laura felt herself falling into an abyss of uncontrollable ecstasy. The tingly, dizzying swell of her orgasm made her feel as if her body would vibrate itself to pieces, and the tremors of his own coming made her believe he would do the same.
Grant lay there atop her after his climax, kissing her neck and cursing sweetly about how good she felt and how much more he wanted to do to her. And Laura continued to marvel at the stunningly beautiful, carnal, sexual beast that she had brought home from the bar. He was such a man of all-consuming lust and insatiable appetite. He had such a filthy mind and such a nasty, dirty mouth. And he was absolutely wonderful.
Satisfied, for a while at least, they picked themselves up from the bed. Grant pulled on just his khakis and tossed her his sweater to wear. “Put this on,” he said. “I think it’s sexy as hell to see a woman wearing my clothes after I’ve been banging her.”
Laura caught the sweater and slipped it onto her, rolling up the sleeves all the way. She remembered the delicious surprise of finding out last night that that was all he was wearing. Mischievously, she asked him, “Do you always go without underwear?”
“Yeah,” he said, zipping himself up for the time being. “My little friend doesn’t like to be cooped up in shorts and pants. And like I said, he likes to be out a lot of the time anyway.”
“Your little friend isn’t so little,” she said, grinning and tingling with the thought of what he had done to her nine times so far already—nine times!—and would be doing so many more times before the weekend was through.
“More fun for you,” he grinned lasciviously back at her. She met his burning blue eyes and half expected him to peel off his trousers again and attack her. But instead, he held out his hand to her and let her come over to him. He kissed her, and they stepped out of the bedroom to the kitchen/dining area on the other side of the living room for breakfast.
As they settled down to eat, Grant said, “I’ll have to call my sister a little later and let her know I’m not coming today. Or rather, I won’t be arriving there today. I’ll be doing plenty of ‘coming’.”
Laura laughed at that. “You’re good at turning things into sex, aren’t you?”
“It’s what I’m best at,” he said with a gleam in the blue stars of his eyes.
“That’s for sure,” said Laura, feeling drunk on him. At length, the subject actually did change. “When you get to Talon Valley, you’ll be staying with your sister, then?”
“Yeah, ’til I get set up someplace else in town.”
“What does your sister do?”
“Kendra’s a doctor. Has a little private practice. It’s busy enough, and the town counts on her. She treats families; everybody knows her.”
“And likes her, I bet.”
“I’d say so. She’s good with people; you have to be in that profession. She could have practiced at a big city hospital after finishing up her residency requirements, but she preferred the pace of a private practice back home. I think she just likes Talon Valley better than the big city anyway. Talon Valley’s a lot of fun, always something to do outdoors, but it’s kind of calm. Not sleepy and boring, just, you know, calm.”
“I’ll bet Kendra’s pretty, like her brother is handsome,” said Laura.
Grant’s mouth turned up at one corner into a sexy smile. “Ms. Winslow, you sound like you’re trying to seduce me.” Once again, he turned the conversation back to the main event.
“And what if I am?” asked Laura, not quite believing the way she was behaving. Going for unaccustomed spontaneity and discovering this man was bringing out a side of herself that she had seldom let herself experience. It seemed letting go of her caution a bit was agreeing with her after all.
“Well,” said Grant, keeping the copulatory smile, “you know what that’s liable to get you. And I’m not gonna be able to wait to get you back in bed. I may just do you right in the kitchen. Or take you over to that couch and screw you within an inch of your pretty little life. Then get you back in bed and not let you out.”
Laura felt her heart catch fire. “We’d better clear the table.”
They did, piling up the dishes in the sink and not even bothering to load the dishwasher. Immediately, Grant unzipped and peeled off his khakis and released his erect and throbbing beast. He grabbed and kissed her roughly, picked her up from the kitchen floor, carried her and his pants into the living room, and spilled her onto the sofa. Dropping his pants by the sofa one second, he had his sweater off her the next, and lay upon her with feverish kisses and curses. He had her legs up around his hips and slid his meat back into her for another furious drilling. Even as the pleasure of his mad pumping consumed her and her ears rang with his beastly curses of sexual abandon, Laura in the back of her mind continued to be astounded at how sexually voracious he was and how little foreplay they seemed to need together. He was so perfect, and such a total, sensual animal, that she was excited enough by his rampaging desire alone.
After he spilled the contents of his sac inside her yet again, they curled up together on the sofa, their appetites satisfied in every way for the time being. Eventually, while playing with her nipple, he said, “Back to bed.”
“Okay,” Laura cooed.
“Actually,” said Grant, “you go on to bed, and I’ll join you there. I’ll take a little detour to the bathroom first. And I’ll clean off for you while I’m there.”
“Sounds good,” said Laura.
Gallantly, slipping back into “gentleman” mode in spite of his nakedness, Grant helped her up from the sofa. Then, in a not-so-gentlemanly manner, he gave her bottom a squeeze and a slap and said, “Now git.”
She giggled a bit at that. “Don’t be long,” she said.
“You know better than that,” he replied lasciviously. “I’ll be ‘long,’ all right. And hard.”
And Laura giggled again, scampering off to the bedroom while Grant padded his way to the bathroom.
Grant emptied his bladder and flushed, then went to the sink to wash both his hands and the part that he’d be using when he rejoined Laura in bed. And while he stood at the sink and peered into the mirror, contemplating all the things he would do to her when he got back to her, a hot, stirring feeling possessed his body. His face contorted into a mad snarl. The muscles of his shoulders and chest bulged larger and pulsated as if something under his skin were pushing out from inside. He gritted his teeth, and they turned to fangs. The mass of his naked body expanded, he grew taller, and dark hair thicker than what bristled on his chest broke out all over him. His hands and feet turned to enormous paws with fantastic talons. His face and skull morphed from those of a man to a snouted beast. And he let out a low, rumbling growl that vibrated off the bathroom walls.
What now stood at the sink was partly a man and partly something else. The massive, hairy animal studied himself in the glass, and into his mind came the words he had exchanged with Johnny at the bar last night.
She doesn’t know, does she?
And she probably never will.
The creature grunted again and bowed his ursine head. He rested his colossal hand-paws on the bathroom countertop and hunched over, emitting low animal noises. With deep breaths, he relaxed his body, and over the next minute, he reversed his transformation, the fur disappearing from his muscular human flesh and his body resuming its human size and shape until what hunched over the sink was again a man.
Grant Boone had bedded many a human female in his travels. These many years he had spent humping women as he met them and moving on. He gave the greatest pleasure for all that he took, then he was on his way. He had to admit--there was something about Laura Winslow that made him want to stick around, which was part of the reason why he had taken her up on her offer to spend the weekend. But come Monday, he would be back to his regularly scheduled life, and she would be back to hers, and that was simply the way of it. In the meantime, she was waiting for him in her bed, and the aching hardness that returned between his legs did not care to wait. It never did.
He looked back up at himself in the mirror as if to check and make sure he was fully human again. Then he made for the bathroom door and back to the bedroom to screw Laura Winslow again. And again. And again…
He found her resting invitingly on one side of the bed, propped up against a pillow on the headboard, leaving the other side open for him. As he reached the bed, she lay down and opened her thighs to receive him. Grant did not hesitate. He put himself atop her again and slid his length back into her. The sound she made under him almost reminded him of the sounds he had made just moments ago in his other form.
The beat of Grant pumping inside Laura went on. He humped her and thrust deeply into her, and they gave their sounds of pleasure into the air. And the weekend got under way.