Harley~
Nick grabs his still-packed bag from our trip to Culer City, and we head up the stairs. He has no trouble with the lock that sticks and hands me my keys after opening the door. My stomach is doing somersaults as I flip on the ceiling fan light and put the keys on the hook by the door before turning to face him.
"I'm sure it's not what you're used to, but it's comfortable."
He tossed his bag onto the sofa and pulled me into him. "As long as you are with me, a cardboard box under a bridge would satisfy me, Amante."
I'm picturing our cardboard house rocking on that bridge and feeling the impact of my dirty thoughts on my cheeks. Nick grinned at me as if he'd read my mind. Taking his hand, I led him down the hallway to my bedroom, which I instantly regretted.
Nick leveled me with a cocky grin when he smelled himself coming from my bed. His eyes are searching for the source as mine focus on the pillowcase from the hotel, and I feel the heat creep up my cheeks all over again. As a distraction, I strip off my clothes, and it works.
He follows suit. I drop to my knees and take his massive dick into my mouth while playing with his ballsack, milking him for all he's worth. And damn, he tasted so good, I couldn't help myself; like a hungry kitty enjoying her cream, I lapped and sucked the pre-cum from his head. After I quenched my thirst, I kissed and nibbled my way to his lips.
I lick his lips. "Fuck me, Wolfman."
Nick pulled me close to him. "Not this time, Amante."
He scooped me up in his arms, carried me to the bed, laid me down, and straddled me. After kissing the back of each hand, he laced our fingers, placing them above my head before bending and setting fire to my marking spot. Somehow, his dick finds its way to my core unassisted, as though it were well-trained.
"This time I will make love to my mate."
Nick took my lips with a gentleness I didn't know a man could possess as he eased his way inside my womanhood. His thrusts were slow but deep; though I had never wanted the laid-back making love thing, with Nick, I don't seem to mind at all. He has me moaning his name, and he seemed to enjoy the taste of his name on my lips.
He releases my hands, and they find their way to his neck and into his hair. My lips, still puckered, lose his heat as he blazes a trail down my neck and then onto my chest. Each of the girls appreciates the time he spends showing each of them his love. The combination of his lips and tongue, teasing my nipples, has me arching my breasts into his face. Now his mouth is going back and forth like a set of windshield wipers, and his penetrations are becoming more forcefully urgent.
"You feel so good, Amante!"
I'm feeling like the wolf is ready to howl. No complaints here. I'm hoping to help him unleash the beast. I push my hips up to him, matching his thrusts, which earns me a needy growl from my mate.
"You feel pretty damn good yourself, Wolfman. Don't stop."
Nick returns to my lips more intensely and teases the inside of my mouth as he eases his hand between us. I'm not sure what the purpose is until his fingers found my clit and mimicked his dick and tongue rhythm. He's not playing fair, and it isn't long before he pushes me over the edge of bliss.
Nick growls as he smells my release, taking a deep breath of my arousal. He eased his body down with a full thrust and held it. As I came back down from the atmosphere, he was launching off. When the final countdown was over, he came crashing and pulled me in for the burn. I'm happy to oblige. I snuggled into his side, throwing my leg over him.
"Promise I will spend the next hundred years with you in my arms, Amante."
"I promise, Wolfman."
"What time is your appointment in the morning?"
"10:30, and I need to check in with the captain first."
"Do you need me to come with you?"
"Oh no, Mr. FBI agent, you have to go to work, and you will also have to cover for me tomorrow when I go MIA to see Melinda."
"So you're still set on that?"
"What if we have pups someday? He or she has a right to know where he or she comes from. Had I known, I wouldn't be in the shitshow I am in now."
Nick isn't happy, though I can't quite put my finger on it, but the years I've spent as a detective tell me he knows more than he's telling. We roll out of bed and shower. As the slowpoke, I am still in the bathroom, drying, when a knock comes to my door. Not thinking anything of it, I asked Nick to see who it was. About a minute later, I realize I have made a horrible mistake.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Nick asked.
"I could ask you the same damn thing," Ben said.
A towel would have to do when I realized I hadn't brought any clothes into the bathroom, so I wrapped it around me. The wind gets beneath my feet as I rush out of the bathroom towards them. Ben doesn't know I just saved his life again as I stepped between him and Nick.
"Is he the reason you wouldn't marry me, Harley?" Ben points at Nick.
"Marry!?" Nick echoed with his hands clenched into fists.
"No, Ben, he isn't. Nick and I hadn't even met yet."
Nick steps up behind me so that my back is against his chest. "You don't have to explain anything to him, Harley."
"Ben, you need to leave; I told you we couldn't be together." Oh no, I am going to be sick!
I cover my mouth and dash back to the bathroom and drop to my knees in front of the toilet. Nick is hot on my heels, followed by Ben. Nick knelt beside me and pulled my hair back, and I leaned into him.
"What's wrong with you!?" Ben asked me.
Nick cast a glance over his shoulder at Ben; his words were laced with venom. "Allergies, I believe Harley asked you to leave."
Ben's footsteps cross the floor, and I close my eyes as we hear the slamming of the door behind him. "I am sorry."
"Are you ok?" He helps me stand, scoops me up, carries me to the bed, and settles me on his lap.
"Yes, I will be. I need to lie down."
Tucked away contentedly in Nick's arms, I close my eyes as he strokes my hair. "It will get better after my appointment tomorrow."