Brick House: Blue Collar Wolves #2 (Mating Season Collection) (5 page)

“I’m finger-fucking you.” It was more than that. He was making sure his come stayed in her, the wolf in him marking her first with his cock, and now with his come.

He tongued her, tasting how his come and her pussy tasted together, and she wanted his cock in her now, again. It broke something in her, to see her powerful wolf with his head buried into her used pussy, and she wanted that taste as well.

Mel moved her leg and fell in front of him, attacking his mouth and shoving her tongue deep to pick up any trace of fluid left.

From behind her House wrapped her in his arms and pulled her away, turning her to face him. “My turn.”

‡

“C
an you take
me?” House’s voice was rough and deep and had an edge of violence to it, a man close to reaching the limits of his control.

She reached up and ran her thumb over his lower lip. He answered with a light nip, his eyes never leaving hers. She was satisfied and sore and nothing would prevent her from having him inside her before this night was over. “I want you in me.”

That damn smirk materialized on his face before he leaned to kiss her again. He was thorough, kissing her like she was the most precious possession he had ever owned, all the while leading her to the corner, where a large, overstuffed chair lay waiting.

He sat, legs splayed and the bearing of a man getting everything he wanted. He crooked a finger at her. “Come straddle me. I want those luscious breasts in my mouth as you ride me.”

House was sitting the same way he would at the desk in the office as he was messing with her about something, and for the first time since this began, it hit her why this was happening.

Friends
. These guys made her laugh and stood by her and watched movies with her and worked with her son when he wanted to build an engine as a science project and a thousand and one other experiences. These two men had become a part of her life that she had never asked for, and now could not do without.

A bubble of joy rose inside her, a desire to play a little, now that the first wave of desire was sated. She put her hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side. “I’m expected to do all the work? Don’t think I didn’t notice your zipper isn’t undone yet.”

His face went blank for a moment, but then a wide grin grew over his face. He settled deeper in the chair, spreading his knees. “Come on, Mel. You know I’m no good on my own. You do everything so much better.”

Damn that smirk. It made him too pretty by half. She gave a long-suffering sigh. “You’re lucky you have me to take care of you.”

“Oh, I
know
you’re going to be taking care of me real good.”

She kneeled before him, and a curl of feminine power twisted inside her as House’s pupils blew wide, his breathing quickening just having her before him.

She ran her hands from his knees over his jean clad thighs, until she reached the zipper. Her hands pushed over the hard ridge, teasing him before slowly grabbing the tab and pulling the zipper down, teeth releasing and letting her see, inch by mouthwatering inch, what lay underneath the denim.

He sprung free, hard and long and so damn thick that it would be impossible not to hit her g-spot while he was fucking her. Part of her wanted to play and explore, but she was tired and a bit sore and was eager to feel House inside her.

Playing was for another day. Today she just wanted to ride.

She settled over him, her long legs anchoring on either side of his. But before she could do anything else he leaned up and kissed her and one hand came up between her legs.

As he kissed her his fingers moved down, using light, teasing strokes over her pussy lips. Using quick flicks to push inside her, just the tiniest bit, before removing his fingers and using them to circle her once more.

Groaning in frustration she tried to move her hips down hard. With a small bite to her bottom lip he signaled that she was to stay still.

“House…”

“Need to make sure your wet. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m only hurting because you’re not inside me,” she breathed. “Don’t tease.”

He licked his lips, swallowing hard though keeping his voice light. “Never let it be said I don’t obey. Push me into that pretty pussy.”

There was nothing she wanted more. Mel lifted herself over him and pushed down. He felt so
good
, good and warm and just like he belonged there.

She didn’t want any warm-up. She wanted hard and fast and she wanted now.

True to his word, as soon as she began moving House’s mouth fastened on a breast, teasing not only her nipple but every inch of the surrounding plump flesh. His hands were at her hips to help her ride him.

She experienced every ridge, every firm inch of him gliding within her. She twisted her hips, directing him to hit that spot inside which lit nerve endings within her.

He released her breast and brought his mouth to nuzzle her ear. “Mel, Mel,” he chanted, his breath hot and damp against her skin, his breathing deeper, quicker, with every movement of her hips. “You gotta come, because I can’t hold back much longer.”

“Play with me. Help me.” He groaned even as his thumb flicked over her clit. It was a playful pressure, and Mel ground her pussy into his hand. “Harder. Please don’t tease.”

And then the pressure was perfect, and she moved hard on him, and he was pushing up into her in desperate strokes, and for the third time of the night she was tightening, tightening, tightening, and hard pleasure rushed through her body as her orgasm hit.

And through the haze she heard House groan one final time as hot come flooded her again, and now both House and Brick were part of her in a way that could never be undone.

‡

W
aking up half-off-the-bed
was something that hadn’t happened in years, but as Mel opened her eyes, it took only a moment to orient herself and figure out why she had the crick in her neck and was staring at an upside down dresser.

Warm fingers were on her ankle and brushing the side of her stomach. Touches that belonged to
two…separate…men
.

It wasn’t – panic. That wasn’t the word to describe the emotion coursing through her as the first rays of sun filtered through the window. This was gentler, kinder and more understanding. Dammit, she did
not
regret one solitary moment of last night. Not one touch. Not one sigh. In fact, part of her wanted nothing more than to switch her position enough to curl between the two of them and wake them enough to start the fireworks over again.

The bigger part kindly suggested that she take herself away from temptation and think things through a bit. Last night had been about escaping reality for awhile and letting tomorrow be another day, but now tomorrow
was
today. Continuing to indulge without coming to some sort of decision on matters was not what a woman with a child could responsibly do.

Time to leave.

Whether it was the will of the fates or she was just
that good
and had worn their asses out, she lucked out as neither stirred as she pulled away, removing her body from the bed where she had spent the last twelve hours getting the best orgasms of her life.

No underwear, no bra, jeans were over there, and where the
hell
did her shirt go? Did those wolves disintegrate her clothes somehow as they undressed her? A small creak from the bed had her go still, but whoever it was settled without waking.

That was that. Mel needed out of here…
now
.

Her shoes were by the door, and House’s jacket was overlarge yet fitted enough that she could wear it without a shirt underneath and still not be picked up by the cops. Grabbing her purse – thankfully next to the shoes – she was out of the house.

The only flaw in her great escape was the fact she didn’t have a car, which was a pretty big flaw. Calling her parents for a ride was out of the question, and yuck to explaining this to anyone, anyone but…

An explosive sigh escaped Mel, but what else could she do? There really was no other choice. She grabbed the cell from her purse.

The phone rang a few times, and before Mel could hang up because she refused to interrupt someone else’s sexy times, Bella’s out-of-breath “Yeah?” came over the line.

Yep, Bella had been in the middle of something. Mel would place cash money on it. Still, the phone had been answered, and a ride was still needed. “Bella, I need a ride. I’m walking half-naked down Miller’s Road after leaving Brick and House, and I don’t have my car.”

Several seconds went by, and just as Mel was about to speak again, an agitated voice came through the cell phone’s speakers. “Wait…
What?!
”

Bella’s shriek had Mel pulling away the cell phone from her ear. When a few moments passed and Bella said nothing else, Mel spoke again. “I said…I’m walking on Millers Road with a jacket over no shirt and two wolves who will be up soon and I guarantee will not be happy I’m not still in bed with them. Can you come and get me?”

*

“So…was it
good?”

Mel stirred her coffee, letting the extra amounts of sugar she added absorb into the dark, fragrant liquid. Caffeine and sugar, the fuel that kept her going. “Why am I not surprised that’s your first question…and it was fantastic.”

“Because we know each other well, and I knew it would be.” Bella took a drink of her own black coffee, which had Mel wrinkling her nose as the unadorned bitterness wafted past. “I can tell you Iron was worth the wait.”

“No, don’t tell me about Iron. The guy’s an almost-brother, and I do not want that info. I’m glad you’re happy, and we leave it at that.” It was early enough that the diner was only half-full, and she and Bella were well away from anyone else. It helped, considering what they were talking about. Not something she wanted broadcast to random people. “Congratulations on the love bite.”

A radiant smile formed on Bella’s face as she raised her hand and covered the still red wound on her neck, more healed than a bite only a few hours old should be. “It’s everything I ever wanted.”

“Are things…different, or something? How does it feel?”

“You mean now that I can turn into a wolf and bite faces off?” Bella made a snarly face which quickly morphed into a giggle. It was something they talked about often, what it would be like when Bella finally became Iron’s mate. Bella’s smile withdrew as her face became contemplative. “I’m different. I wasn’t sure I would be, which sounds funny, considering I’m a werewolf, but I thought the only change would be it would I could turn into a canine. But it’s more. Even in the short time I’ve been like this, my perceptions have changed. I don’t think exactly the same. You know those gut feelings you get, and it doesn’t matter if it makes sense or not, you got to go with them? That’s being a wolf, I think. You are a lot more attuned to those feelings. It’s not to say you don’t have a rational mind or can’t think, but your instincts become more important.”

Bella had put into words what Mel had seen all her life.
Wolves weren’t human.
Considering her best friends had all been wolves save one, she had no issue with that, but it was nice to hear Bella confirming the fact. “Are you regretting it now?”