Go Fetch ! (21 page)

He pushed his bare feet into the carpeted floor. “You got it.”

Zach paused. Then “You sound distracted. Is she wearing on you?”
Conall
gritted his teeth as Miki’s tongue followed wherever she put the ice pop. “You have no idea.”

“I warned you about her. And you can do better anyway. She doesn’t deserve you.” Good old supportive Zach with the worst timing
ever
.

“Is she at least talking to you now?”

Conall’s
head fell back as Miki sucked the tip into her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing over the ridges, her tongue swirling over it.

“Sometimes,” he managed.

“Well, don’t worry about it. I’ll hook you up with a sure thing when you get back.”

“Sure,” he barely bit back a groan as she took all of him into her mouth and hummed. “Sounds great.”

Zach began to ramble about…something. Who the fuck knew?
Conall
gave some non-committal noises. Thankfully, Miki let him get away with it probably because he was keeping his voice relatively steady. But he had no idea how much longer he would be able to keep that up. Especially once she tossed the ice pop, wrapped that soft hand of hers around his balls, and lightly squeezed.

“Well, since I’ve got you why don’t we go over the stuff for the new club in Barcelona.”

There was no way he’d be able to stay focused during that conversation. No way in hell. As it was, he was surprised he was still conscious.

“I don’t have the stuff with me. Can it wait?” Could Zach hear his panting? He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. She was working him and knew it too. She was smiling around his cock when she wasn’t sucking him into oblivion.

“Yeah. Sure. Sara just came in anyway. Hold on.” There was a muffled sound from the other end of the phone. “Uh…
Conall
. She has a sudden interest in my pants, so I need to go.”

Abruptly, Zach hung up.
Thank god for Sara
. Unlike Zach,
her
timing was impeccable.

Conall
threw the phone across the room, dug his hands into Miki’s hair, and finally let out his harsh groans. He was so close that he was growling in climax 30 seconds later.

She sucked him clean and then looked up with a smile. “Not bad. The conversation I mean.”

Okay. He owed the little brat. Big. Besides that talented mouth of hers had only made him hotter. Just looking at her was making him hard all over again.

He reached down and picked her up. He kicked his jeans out of his way and took her over to the dresser, placing them both in front of its mirror. He turned her so that she was facing away from him.

She smirked at him in the mirror. “Dude. Nice idea, but not quite sure how this is going to work.”

The dresser was for humans of normal height.
Conall
wasn’t that human and his height was anything but normal. Miki leaned forward and wiggled that tight ass at him, thinking he was stuck.

“Again. The lack of creativity.”

He walked to the closet, grabbed her black leather pumps, the ones with the five-inch heels. He placed them next to her. “Put ‘
em
on.”

He caught her fighting that smile again. “I plan to wear those on Friday.”

He leaned into her, his arms on either side, blocking her in. “Do as I tell you and put ‘
em
on.”

Miki cleared her throat and stepped into the shoes. She looked at him in the mirror. “Well? Now what?”

He yanked her skirt up and ripped her panties off.

Miki gasped as she held onto the dresser.
Conall
grabbed a condom from a pile next to his keys and change, and slipped it on. Then he grabbed Miki by her hips and slammed into her from behind.

“God, yes.” She bit out. She had her eyes closed, but
Conall
wanted her to see everything.

He had one hand on her hip to hold her steady. He wrapped the other in her hair and pulled.

“Open your eyes, Miki.” She looked into the mirror and their eyes locked in the reflection. “Watch me.” His voice was so low and rough, he barely recognized it. “Watch me fuck you.”

***

She didn’t think it was possible, but the man had just made her wetter. But that’s what
Conall
did to her. He made her wetter, hotter. With him she was daring, brave, and kind of
slutty
. But in a good way.

And he made her feel beautiful, hot. When she’d worn the pumps before she’d always felt stupid. Like a kid wearing her mom’s clothes. For the first time, she felt like she
owned
these shoes. She watched his face as he began to stroke in and out of her. It was like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. No one else he’d rather be in. That alone was an aphrodisiac.

She picked up his rhythm quickly, as she always seemed to with him, and brought her body back as he surged forward. It boggled her mind that she made him crazy like this. “Dead below the waist” Kendrick made someone like
Conall
, who could have his pick of well-trained bar sluts, out of control.

“Touch yourself,
Mik
.” She moaned as she watched him in the mirror. “Do it.”

And what exactly was his deal with ordering her around when they were fucking? And what was her deal with not minding? And she didn’t mind.
Dammit
, she was a feminist! Marched on Washington to protect a woman’s right to choose, etc. etc. But damn if she didn’t love to hear him growl out orders. Although it was never orders for orders sake. He always made sure she got off. Always made sure he left her satisfied and smiling. The man was a fucking demon in bed.

“Now.”

She reached her hand between her legs and trembled as her fingers found her clit. She began to massage the sensitive, straining nub. Her panting becoming louder, harsher. It didn’t help that
Conall
still had a good grip on her hair and every once in awhile, he’d tug.

Sometimes she felt like the sensations were too much. His big cock inside of her, his hands on her, his mouth. Sometimes she thought she couldn’t handle one more second of it. Of him. She never wanted to feel this way about anybody. She never wanted her body to be so responsive to just one person. But
Conall
the Viking had come into her life and blown it completely apart. And she had no idea what the hell she was going to do.

Conall’s
hand tightened on her waist as her muscles began to tighten around him. “
Conall
.” She always said his name when he was inside of her. Always.

“Come for me, Miki-Baby.” He coaxed her with that rough voice of his. “Come for me.”

And she did. Another one of her screaming orgasms that only
Conall
seemed to have the ability to force out of her. She rode that feeling,
Conall
following right behind her.

They collapsed on top of the dresser, their harsh breathing filling the room.

“So,” Miki reached back and patted that amazing ass of his. “How’s Zach doing?”

Conall
gently wrapped his big arms around her and hugged her close. “Evil bitch.”

***

Miki opened her eyes and for a minute wondered where she was. Hotel rooms, with their big heavy curtains, were always a little too dark for her. But then she felt
Conall’s
big arm wrapped around her, pulling her close into his even bigger chest.

She relaxed and glanced at the clock. It was 7 a.m. She’d actually slept six hours. Two days in a row she’d slept longer than three or four hours. Of course,
Conall
just kept wearing her out.
Really
wearing her out.

But was it supposed to be like this? He should’ve gotten bored by now. Start ignoring her. Plotting a way out that wouldn’t involve getting his ass kicked by Sara. She’d thought they’d started down that road the day before when he was watching television and she was on her computer. He’d been quiet for almost an hour and she found herself debating whether he was ignoring her or giving her space to study. On a whim, she muttered something about not finishing what was started against the wall in the first hotel room he had. And before she knew it she was pinned against the wall like a butterfly in a display. Then it continued for hours. Against the wall. Against the desk. Face down on the bed. Pushed over the bathroom sink. Bent over a chair. She was pretty sure there wasn’t a stick of furniture in the room that her ass hadn’t been on.

She was so confused. He was confusing her and she didn’t know what the hell she was doing. This was not her terrain. Sara and Angelina handled the social stuff and Miki made sure they passed Calculus and didn’t get kidnapped by bikers.

But now it was getting harder and harder to separate her body from her heart. Even though she continued to promise herself she wouldn’t go down that road. But she’d made the mistake of listening to those two crazy bitches. What the hell was she thinking? She knew better. Did she learn nothing from the ninth grade lip-gloss and bloodletting incident?

And yet, she wouldn’t trade the last few days she’d spent with
Conall
for anything in the world. He’d taught her that sex was fun, pleasurable, and
freakin
’ amazing.

Just thinking about him inside of her made her want to turn over and grab that big cock of his. But then she remembered what she had to do in just a few hours. Get up in front of a bunch of uptight professors that barely tolerated her, wearing a suit she hated, defending a thesis that she really wasn’t sure she believed anymore. And how the hell could she defend something she didn’t believe in? Unlike Craig’s work, her thesis relied on theory as opposed to hard facts from her own lab work. Who the hell was going to approve that?

She felt choking panic weigh down on her but she shook it off. She had to get her shit together. She had lists to write. She slipped out from under
Conall’s
arm, found her notes, and sat down to obsess over her future for the next 8 1/2 hours.

She thought she was being quiet but thirty minutes into her obsessing
Conall
woke up. He looked at her with that one eye thing he did first thing in the morning and sighed.

“You’re obsessing, aren’t you?” Because he’d just woken up, his grumbling voice was even more so. The sound made her wet in seconds. She shook her head and went back to her notebook. She didn’t have time for this.

“It’s what I’m good at.”

Conall
stood up, gloriously naked, and walked into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and, within seconds, Miki heard water running. It was her turn to sigh.
Let the ignoring begin
!

She went back to her notes and was halfway down the page when
Conall
walked back out of the bathroom and straight over to her. He reached down, took the notebook out of her hand and pulled the T-shirt she had on over her head. He tossed it aside, then picked her up and took her with him into the bathroom.

“What the hell are you doing?”

He closed the door with his foot, and took her to the huge marble tub. The room was steamy from the hot water. The tub filled with bubbles. He sunk them both in and relaxed back. Christ, he hadn’t stormed out of the room to get away from her. He’d gone off to make her a bubble bath.

“
Conall
?”

“Miki?”

“I should be preparing. Or panicking. Or both. Probably both.”

“Forget panic. It’s a waste of energy. And prepare what exactly? You’ve got a
freakin
’ photographic memory,
Mik
. You’re telling me you don’t already know each and every detail from your thesis, your textbooks, and your notes?”

Bastard
. “Okay. You’ve got a point, but…”

“No buts. You’re going to relax if it kills us both.”

“Relax? How am I supposed to relax?”

Conall
pulled her close and began to kiss her neck, his hands sliding over her body. “You didn’t answer my question, Viking.”

“Yes I did,” he muttered against her neck.

Bastard
. “So this is your plan?”

“Pretty much. You got a problem with that?” He slid his hands between her thighs and Miki braced her hands against the sides of the tub. God, the things this man did to her.

“Miki?”

Christ, she was panting.
When did that start happening
? “What?”

She felt him smile against her flesh, “You didn’t answer my question.”

Bastard.

***

Conall
snatched the door open and three of his Pack jumped back. “What?”

“Uh…” Billy
Dunwich
was the only one brave enough to speak in the face of his scowl. “We were just checking on…”

“When we’re ready, we’ll be down. Until then just wait.” He slammed the door in Billy’s face. Zach, true to his word, had sent eight of his best wolves to escort him and Miki back home. They were even taking a later flight to ensure the whole group would fly together. But until then, he didn’t want anything interrupting him and Miki. And he meant
anything
.