Cougar's Victory (6 page)

“What?” He’d been saying shocking things and her brain froze. Like it was in a hotness meltdown. She could feel her knees shaking with tension, her body was wound up from a couple of kisses. Oh and from a hot man sucking on her finger. Yeah that apparently was her ‘on’ switch.

“Can I lick you? Eat you? My sweet Effie?” he growled and she felt his raspy tongue trace over the shell of her ear. “I need to taste more of you.”

“Here? Now?” Effie squeaked. She did have the forethought to realize they were in a conference room. Anyone could walk in.

“I’ll lock the door and Margo is the only one on this side of the building. She’s covering the tasting room. No one will interrupt us,” Dax said low, letting his hand skim down from her neck to the mound of her breast. Flipping his hand over, Dax ran the backs of his fingers over the silky see through material. Tickling and tormenting.

“I’m not sure what to say,” she admitted. Effie knew she was beyond turned on. But that wasn’t any reason to give in to her base instincts was it? At least that’s what her rational brain was saying. Her other brain, the one that lived in her pants, was already putting a sock on the door and closing the blinds.

“Say yes, tell me yes, Effie,” he encouraged. Dax let his hands trace over her torso, lightly touching, just a promise.

It wasn’t too often that Effie Parks got a break. Life was always a struggle and the sweet spots were few and far between. This definitely felt like a sweet spot to her and damnit she was going to enjoy it.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

“Mine,” Dax said back to her in a low hissing noise.

In a blink he’d stood and locked the door. Turning back to his mate, he scooped Effie out of the seat and sat her on the table with her legs dangling over the edge.

“Did you just pick me up?” she sputtered.

Looking her over to make sure she was okay, Dax answered, “Of course.”

“Of course you just scooped me up like I was a feather and put me on the table?”

“Did you see me strain? You’re like a dainty sugar coated cupcake. I’d love to carry you around,” he said with a wicked grin.

“Hmph, we’ll have to revisit this conversation at a later time,” Effie declared.

Reaching for another tissue from the box that was still sitting on the table, Dax started gently removing her lipstick.

“Don’t get me wrong, that lipstick is all kinds of hot. But I don’t think we want to end up looking like clowns later. And I intend to thoroughly kiss that mouth again.”

“Reason enough to start wearing lip stain instead, handsome,” Effie said with a wink.

“You do that,” he said, finishing by tossing the tissue aside. Standing between her barely parted knees, her skirt hampering his need to be closer to her. Dax brought his hands to cup both sides of her face. He used his thumbs to stroke over her now abused lips from the tissue. “So beautiful,” he said quietly, more to himself it seemed.

Then he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. The fact he was kissing his mate was not lost on him. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a blending of two bodies. Effie gave back as good as she got from Dax. Their kiss a battle for dominance with both sides advancing and retreating in turns.

In between sips on her mouth, Dax asked, “Does this skirt go up? Or do we need to do a full strip down?”

“There is no way this skirt is going up, darlin’,” Effie said with a little giggle.

“Fine, I can figure this out,” Dax said pulling back. Looking over the situation with serious intent, he looked up to see Effie laughing at him.

“Think it’s funny huh?”

“Totally, it’s just a skirt, Dax. Let me help,” she said, hopping down from the table and reaching around the back to the zipper. A quick tug and she was shimmying out of her skirt revealing a small black thong and thigh high nylons.

“Damn,” Dax moaned. Her rounded hips were curved and cushioned. She was luscious flesh down to her toes.

“I’ll have you know this is always how I dress. So I wasn’t coming here with the plan to get lucky,” Effie said, hoping he believed her.

“I didn’t expect that, and this is how I dress at home too,” Dax teased.

Dax moved his hands up to the buttons on her blouse and made quick work opening her shirt and sliding it down her arms. Stepping back he let his eyes run over the small tank top, the tiny panties and thigh-highs encircling her soft legs. Her sexy shoes giving her a few extra inches. Still not as tall as him though. She looked like a painting.

“You are so beautiful. Do you have any idea how stunning you are?” Dax asked with a tone of awe.

“I can almost believe it with the way you are looking at me. You might be very dangerous for my ego, Mr. Hayes,” Effie whispered. This situation was surreal. Normally she lost her bravado and was a lights out under the covers kind of girl. Now, she didn’t feel the need to hide anything. For some reason she didn’t have any doubts that Dax Hayes was very, very into her right now. And he was liking everything he saw, she could see the fire of appreciation in his gaze. Effie couldn’t remember ever being so sure of a man before.

“You going to just stand there staring all day?”

“Maybe,” he answered. It wasn’t a bad idea, being able to stare at his mate and drink in her beauty.

See, truthful. Effie could feel it. This man was so complex. There were layers that Effie was sure would be fascinating to dig through.

“You are one complicated man, Dax Hayes.”

“You have no idea, sweetness. But I’ll always tell you the truth. Like right now, I can smell your sweet pussy and it’s driving me insane.”

Effie let out a very unladylike snort. “That’s honest,” she agreed.

Dax grabbed her around the waist and gently sat her back on the table.

“Tell me yes again, sweet Effie.”

“Yes,” she said, in a hushed breath.

Dax moaned and slid down to his knees. He pushed her legs wide and Effie had to lean back on her hands for balance. Reaching behind her knees, Dax gave her a pull so her ass was just off the edge of the table. He leaned forward and dragged his nose up the center of her damp panties. She heard him rumble. He was a very vocal guy, she liked it.

Moving his hands up her legs, he snagged her panties and pulled them down. Dax moaned loudly at the sight of her bare shaved pussy.

Seeing his appreciation, she remarked, “I like swimsuits.”

“I like you,” he answered.

He pulled both of her legs over his shoulders. Sliding his face along the smooth skin on the inside of her thighs, his teeth ached to bite into her flesh. Dax leaned in to take his first taste. Running his tongue up the length of her damp pussy, Dax let his head fall back and his eyes close as her nectar rolled over his tongue. Opening his eyes, he saw Effie looking down at him with a sultry gaze.

Dax was going to make his mate very happy. His cat was struggling and yowling in his head to get closer to his mate. He wanted to rub his fur on her, embed his scent on her skin while he soaked her into his coat. Dax held him back as best as he could, but the delicious mouthwatering heat coming off of the open lips of his mate, had his cat’s claw pushing out.

Rolling his fingers so only the pads were digging into her legs, Dax could feel his tongue roughen and elongate. He kept up a constant push against his animal. If he wanted a taste of his mate, he had to let Dax do it.

Returning to her dripping hot core, Dax kissed and sucked each lip into his mouth, tasting every inch of her. Dragging a knuckle up to her opening he massaged and teased. Pressing inside, he teased with the pressure and the idea of filling her full. Ringing the opening he pushed first his index finger then another into her tight core, he stroked as he pulled her clit into his mouth.

Effie was lost. She had never been a big fan of guys going down on her. With Dax Hayes, she was making an exception. His tongue was thick and rough, she could actually feel the size and pressure of it when he’d sweep into her center. It was better than anything she could even attempt to compare it to. Her body was on fire as his rough beard scratched along her thighs and added another level of pleasure. She couldn’t help but rotate her hips closer to his mouth, seeking more pressure, more pleasure.

“You have something of mine, Effie,” Dax said, pulling away from her but keeping his fingers working deep inside.

“W...what?” Effie managed. What was he talking about?

“Your orgasm, sweetness. I’m claiming every one of them from now until the end of time. I want one and you’re going to give it to me,” Dax explained.

He leaned down and rapidly flicked his tongue over her swollen clit. “Give me what I want, Effie,” he ordered.

Effie wasn’t in any mood to deny the man bringing her mind blowing pleasure. She also couldn’t keep her eyes off his dark head between her legs. One of his hands was wrapped around her thigh and would squeeze and release, it was driving her mad.

“Dax,” she whimpered.

“Let go for me, Effie. Give me my prize,” Dax growled. “Let me taste you coming on my tongue.”

Dax sucked her clit deeper grazing it with his teeth and added a third finger to her tight pussy, stretching her burning flesh. He felt for her sweet spot and immediately knew he found it when Effie’s hands came up to his head and locked him in place as she rode his mouth and hand, screaming out her climax.

Effie was lost, her mind shut down as the first shock of pleasure ripped through her. She strained for every last drop of it. She knew she made a lot of noise and just hoped Margo didn’t think she was being murdered in the conference room.

Her orgasm rode over her again and again, all the while Dax was perfectly working her through it. He was perfection, knowing just how much and how fast to make sure she got every last spark of pleasure.

As the shocks started to fade from her twitching muscles, Effie let go of Dax’s head and let her body drop back to the table. She was staring up at the ceiling trying to figure how she’d ended up half naked on a client’s conference table.

Dax was slowly sipping away the last of Effie’s sweet release. His cat was beyond happy and Dax was pretty blissed out himself. His mate, his woman, the mother of his cubs. She was sexy and responsive and tasted like heaven. How did he get so fucking lucky?

Giving her pussy one last kiss, Dax stood up and leaned over the table and wrapped his arms under Effie and lay chest to chest with her. He gave her a sweet kiss so she could taste just how good she was to him.

“You’re delicious,” he whispered into her mouth.

“Thank you,” she returned. No one had ever told her that. She believed Dax when he said it. She wasn’t sure why, but she knew he wouldn’t lie to her. Something inside her was reaching out to him. Like a string had snapped into being between them when they met. Effie wasn’t sure what to make of it, but again, she wasn’t going to reject a sweet spot just because she couldn’t explain it.

Dropping his head to hers he sighed, “I’m so fucking happy right now.”

Wow, Effie thought. Apparently her pussy had super powers. She was waiting for Dax to unzip and get his, so she was surprised when he just held her.

“Uh, Dax?”

“Hmm?” he answered.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Effie was never a selfish lover and she wasn’t about to start now after Dax had given her the best orgasm of her life.

“I’m good,” he murmured, still holding her tight.

Confused Effie tried to sit up and Dax feeling her move leaned back pulling them both upright. He kept his arms tight around her though, not ready to let her go, ever.

“You okay?” he asked, worried all of a sudden. He had been so lost in how great he was feeling he was concerned he hadn’t read her right.

Running one of her hands through his hair Effie said, “I’m fantastic. I’m pretty sure Margo knows I’m fantastic. The guys in your warehouse might know too,” she laughed. “I was feeling a little greedy seeing as you have been doing all the work with no reward.” Effie ran her hand down his chest and felt hard muscles underneath.

“Oh, I got rewarded. But I think we have a lot more to talk about before we move on to that. I need to make sure you know just how serious I am.” Dax locked his eyes with her, he couldn’t let her doubt his intentions even for a second.

Effie furrowed her brow. How serious could he be? Sure, she believed in insta-lust. That was a basic human condition. But anything more than that? Effie figured that was for fairy tales.

“I’m not sure how to take that, Dax,” she admitted. “I think you are attractive, and you just gave a screaming orgasm, so
Go You,
but outside of that I don’t know you.”

“Give me time, Effie. Just that for now. Let’s go to dinner, talk over the designs. Find out about each other, the usual get to know you type stuff.”

“Oh, that should be a hoot,” Effie said sarcastically. “Will there be alcohol involved? I have a strict rule about not sharing any secrets unless I can blame it on the booze later.”

“There may be some wine involved,” Dax offered with a smile.

Effie looked him over, he seemed serious. She didn’t plan on spilling her sordid past to him, especially on a first date. She was going to have to keep her wits about her.

“How about clothes, then food?” she said, raising her eyebrow at him.

Laughing a deep chuckle Dax agreed, “Yes, that would be wise. I’m not good at sharing what’s mine. Too many siblings and not enough toys to go around.”

“I’m your toy?” she asked, a tad snarkily. Her strong assertive feminine side was too busy writing a statement of equality to recite later. Her girly side was giggling at the ‘mine’ statement. The hormonal girly side was texting her friends pictures and updates of her new thirty minute relationship. She needed to get her inner Effies under control.

“Hmm…I might want to play with you again later,” he said, kissing her until they were both out of breath again.

“Well, all right then,” she said when they broke apart. The hell with it, she thought. It felt too good to agree with him.

Dax was very helpful in getting her dressed again. Although it took longer than necessary as he kissed each bit of skin he was covering up.

Once they were both somewhat respectable looking they made their way out of the office. Dax gave Margo a quick wave. Margo spotting their hands clasped together and the quick pace of their exit called out a, “You kids have fun!”

Dax slowed his pace so Effie could keep up in her heels. Once they got to his car Effie’s mouth was hanging open. Not the normal SUV or farmer’s truck for their area.

“What kind of car is this?”

“It’s the ‘I’m so busy working I never get to play with any of my toys’ car. I know it’s crazy, but what can I say. I like to go fast,” he said with a wink. He helped her into the passenger seat and shut the door.

They were off down the country road in a flash. Dax was right, it was fast.

Effie was looking over the menu at Red Tomato when she noticed Dax wasn’t looking at his. He was looking at her, or more aptly, gazing, longingly at her.

“Hey there smitten kitten, can I help you with something?” she said with a little laugh.

“What did you call me?” Dax asked, shaking himself out of his stupor. Clearly he’d been staring at her, it’s like she was the only thing in the room. She was so beautiful that he wanted to memorize every detail of her.

“Smitten kitten. It’s what my best friend and I say to tease each other with when we have a crush. That’s a favorite, but we also use twitterpated to truly express our deep longing,” she teased him.

Clearing his throat, Dax decided he needed to get his shit together. He was never going to convince her that he was her One if he was acting like a moony-eyed teenager. The kitten comment was a giant waving flag that they had a lot to talk about. And that talk might not end as well as their day started.

“Well, what can I say, when I see something I like. I admire it,” he covered.

“Fair enough. So what are we having tonight?” she said, looking down again to look over the menu.

“I don’t know, what’s good here?” Dax asked.

Effie gave a short laugh, “Here’s a hint, whatever you order will be covered in red sauce, mozzarella cheese, and baked to a hard crust. So you really don’t have to worry about different flavor profiles competing with our fabulous wine selection,” she gestured towards the bottle of wine that might have been poured out of a box into the bottle since they never saw them uncork it.

“Hmm, I might have to speak to the owner about offering some more local wines. I know of a winery that I think is going to make it big around here,” Dax said, leaning closer to Effie and giving her a wink.

After they ordered, Effie let the silence drag out. She really liked Dax Hayes, but she refused to be the first one to dump her life story on the table. Over-sharing was a huge problem with her. Ask anyone at the Taco Shack she worked in after highschool. They could tell you her mom’s lawyer’s name, she shared so much. Not this time. She was going to bite her tongue even if she had to swallow the blood.

What Effie didn’t realize was Dax and his cat were more than content with the quiet. His cat was pretty mellow and sitting at a table across from his mate was all he needed. Dax the man was aware of the stretch of silence. Not sure how to read it or if he should let her speak first, he forged ahead and broke the silence.

“So, Effie Parks, would you like to know about me? Or do you want me to ask about you? Lady’s choice.”

“Ahh sneaky. Is that a simple question or one laced with deeper meaning?” she asked.

“Simple, I’m happy with either line of questioning,” he answered honestly.

“All right then, lay it on me. Tell me about your family,” she offered. Not really wanting to wade into her life just yet. Plus how much he revealed would be in direct proportion to what she gave up.

“Mom, dad, sister, twin brothers. Family makes wine. I went to school, went to grad school then started working the business so my parents could step back. I drive fast cars, ashamed to admit I play polo occasionally. Like the outdoors, like to read, can appreciate museums in small doses, would rather be sitting sunning myself on a sandy beach and have been waiting to meet the right woman for a very long time.”

That was succinct, Effie thought. “What are your parent’s names?”

“Lilibeth, my mom. And when you meet her just stick with Mrs. Hayes or your highness. It’s what I like to call her. My dad, Sebastian is more laid back. Funny guy, torments my tightlaced mother, but she clearly adores him and puts up with it.

Before you ask, my sister Mackenzie, or Kenzi as we call her is younger than me and just got married to a great guy here in Washington. They are expecting their first baby any day now. My wretched little twin brothers, Everett and Stryker are back in California where my dad is trying to get them interested in the business.”

“They don’t want to make wine?” Effie asked.

Sighing and laughing, Dax explained, “Everett loves computers, he’s a genius really. He runs all our websites, shipping, even the manufacturing which is mostly ran by computer. He does it because he has to, but he’d rather be playing video games. All that crazy brain power and he will sit for days shooting aliens. He occasionally takes breaks to see what he can hack into, then goes back to the aliens.”

“Gotta love a gamer,” Effie laughed.

“Well Stryker, he’s what you’d call the black sheep. Great guy and fiercely loyal to his family. But wine is not his gig. Machines he likes, whether it’s tinkering with the equipment at the winery or working on cars. His life most definitely will not be spent sitting on a deck watching the grapes ripen. He likes to run off for weeks on end on his motorcycle. Drives my mom nuts. They’re both great guys, just young.”

Effie tried to imagine what it would be like growing up with a mom, dad, and siblings. They probably had dinner around a table and talked about their days. Dax’s parents probably helped him with his homework and took him shopping when he had growth spurts. Being rich, their Christmases were probably straight out of a catalog. That was so far from Effie’s life she started to feel a knot in her stomach. What the hell was she going to say when he asked about her family?