Tameka's Smile

Chapter One

Tameka Jones squinted in the bright sunlight that flooded her car when she came around the last curve. She hastily flipped down the visor, heaving a sigh of relief when the shade erased the glare from her eyes. County Road 17 was virtually empty.

The last car she’d seen passed in the opposite direction three miles back. Today was a scorcher, with the temperature in the high nineties. Only the desperately bored like herself and those whose jobs required it were out in this unexpected, mid-Spring heat wave.

As she came out of the next curve and into a long stretch of straight road, she automatically glanced into her rearview mirror.

The police cruiser behind her shocked her into checking her speedometer. She wasn’t speeding, thank goodness, but slowed anyway. It must have come from one of the side roads she’d passed, because this was her first time noticing it behind her.

When she glanced back again, the cruiser had its signal light on, preparing to pass. Good, let it. She hated driving with the police behind her. She slowed even more. The car moved out and picked up speed. As it drew even with her, Tameka’s gaze was curiously drawn to it. It was an annoying habit, the need to look at vehicles’ occupants as they passed her.

The male deputy looked hot and tired in his dark uniform, eyes shaded by mirrored sunglasses. Tameka gave him a blindingly bright, friendly smile when he glanced in her direction. It had to be rough, being required to work out here in this heat. That he was in an air-conditioned cruiser didn’t mean much. She had her AC on full blast and still felt sweat pooling between her breasts to soak into the elastic of her top.

She was puzzled when the cruiser seemed to hesitate for a moment, then dropped back into place behind her, but let it go.

She wasn’t speeding or doing anything illegal. With one more reassuring glance at her gauge, she cranked up the volume as one of her favorite songs came on. She sang along with the CD, her head keeping time with the rhythmic beat through that song and well into the next one, before the sound of a horn blowing behind her caused her to jump and look into her rearview mirror.

The deputy’s lights were flashing and he was gesturing with his hand, commanding her to pull over.

Her gaze went back to the speedometer. She was under the speed limit. Why was he messing with her? Maybe it was her out-of-state tag. She’d heard about small town cops giving outsiders a hard time. She searched the side of the road, looking for a good place to pull over. There wasn’t any. The road was heavily forested on both sides, and there was no emergency lane.

When the deputy gave a brief blast of the siren, she reluctantly turned on her signal and slowed down so that she could ease off the road onto the grassy embankment.

She pulled as far off the pavement as she could to be sure the officer had plenty of room. She’d seen televised videos of officers killed by passing vehicles and she didn’t want this man’s death on her conscience. She stopped the car, put it in park, and watched in her side-view mirror as the deputy approached. He was a big, intimidating-looking man with those broad shoulders and mirrored sunglasses that prevented her from seeing his eyes.

His gold-toned nametag read C. Wilson.

He tapped on the window, and she rushed to roll it down.

“Is there a problem, Officer?”

“Turn down the music.”

“Oh, right.” She jabbed the button, cutting it off.

“License, registration, and proof of insurance, ma’am.” Tameka retrieved her license from her purse and reached for the glove compartment to get the rest. She visibly hesitated when the deputy’s hand shifted to rest on the butt of his gun. “My registration and insurance card are here, in my glove compartment. I don’t have a weapon.”

“Just move real slow and keep your hands where I can see them.”

Nervous now, she did just as he instructed. “What did I do?”

He took the items from her and cautioned, “I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t move.”

She rolled up her window and watched in her side mirror as he walked back to the cruiser and got in. From the motions he made, he was running her license on the computer she’d seen earlier. Again she questioned why he’d pulled her over. She was a good, law-abiding citizen. No tickets of any kind or arrests on her record. She even returned her library books on time.

How long did it take to run a license, anyway? At least she was in the shade, which provided a small respite from the heat.

Ten minutes later, he returned. She rolled the window back down.

“Ma’am, turn off your vehicle and step out of the car.” As she turned off the motor, she asked, “Can you please tell me what this is about?”

He removed the sunglasses and tucked them into the front of his shirt. Tameka’s eyes widened. The man was handsome enough to make her drool, but his vibrant green eyes were those of a killer. Said eyes narrowed in warning, “Step out of the vehicle. Now!”

Thoroughly intimidated, Tameka got out of her car, leaving the keys in the ignition. Her tank top immediately clung to her curves as a light sheen a sweat coated her, caused either by the heat or her rattled nerves. She pulled at the thin material of her gathered skirt to keep it from sticking to her legs. The high grass tickled her ankles and calves, bared as they were by the flip-flops she wore.

Deputy Wilson lightly seized her arm and moved her from behind the open driver’s door, around the hood of the car, to the passenger side of her vehicle. “Spread your feet apart and place your hands on the hood of the vehicle.”

“What!” She must have heard wrong. Was she being arrested?

With his booted foot, he nudged her legs apart. “Spread your feet and place your hands on the hood, like this.” He took her hands and placed them on the hood, not allowing her to jerk free when the heated metal stung her hands. Their position forced his body into close contact with hers.

“I need to search for contraband. Do you have a husband or boyfriend who can come and get you if your vehicle is confiscated?”

“Confiscate my vehicle? Contraband? You mean … drugs?

You think I’m a drug dealer?” Her voice rose with each question.

“Just answer the question, ma’am.”

“What question!” she snapped, seriously getting pissed.

She’d heard about cops harassing innocent people, but she’d never expected it to happen to her. Drug dealer, my ass.

“Husband? Boyfriend? … Girlfriend?”

“Girl…no! None of the above.”

“Good,” she thought she heard him murmur. She forced herself to calm down. Her temper would only get her into more trouble and play right into the pig’s hands.

He was still standing behind her, his hands on top of hers.

She could feel his breath on her neck. Slowly, and so lightly that only the hairs on her arms stirred, he drew his hands up her arms until they reached her shoulders. From there, they slid up the sides and back of her neck, under her hair until they were against her scalp, which he lightly massaged.

Tameka didn’t know a woman in the world who didn’t love a properly executed scalp massage. This man was an expert. The feel of his fingertips against her scalp caused goose bumps to break out all over her body and her nipples to harden.

When he’d thoroughly “searched” her scalp, his hands glided down her back to her waist. There they circled around to the front of her body and slowly drifted up. The law being what it was, Tameka figured he’d stop before he reached her breasts.

She was wrong. He continued until he cupped both of them in his massively large hands.

“This feels suspicious.” He rotated the palms of his hands against her pebbled nipples. “Bears further investigation.” His hands stroked back down and slid under the hem of her tank.

“Officer, I don’t think this is …”

“Shhh, anything you say can and will be held against you.” The familiar words of the Miranda, along with the memory of those ice-cold, merciless, green eyes halted her protest before it could fully form. His calloused hands gently skimmed her stomach until it reached the fragile elastic barrier of her tank’s shelf-bra, which provided little protection against his seeking hands. He dug underneath until his hands cupped both breasts, skin-to-skin. Then he rolled, tugged, and toyed with her nipples,

“inspecting” them.

He manipulated them until the skin was puckered and tight, and her hips jerked with each pull. Then he released them and continued his search. The sun filtering through the rustling leaves, along with the quiet sounds of nature, gave the whole experience a surreal feel.

His hands skimmed down the sides of her legs until he reached her ankles. He circled them with his fingers. “Dainty.” The word floated up to her. He circled his hands to the inside of her legs and reversed directions. She tensed her legs in preparation of closing them.

“Keep your legs where they are or I’ll haul you down to the station and strip search you.”

The threat, spoken in that no-nonsense tone of voice, kept her still. A bead of sweat gathered between her breasts and rolled down to her stomach as his hands continued their upward journey.

At her knees, his touch shifted. Instead of using the flat of his hands, he used the tips of his fingers on both legs. When he neared the apex of her thighs, he commanded, “Spread them wider.”

Tameka found herself complying, horribly fascinated.

Would he touch her sex? He wouldn’t dare, would he? His fingertips continued their journey and stopped a breath away from her thong bikini. She waited with bated breath to see what he would do. He lingered there, his fingers lightly caressing the sensitive skin in the crease of her inner thighs. Tameka’s whole body tightened as tension held her in its grip. Her legs tensed, each individual muscle tautening as she fought against the need to move.

Finally, she felt it. The sensuous glide of a finger against the crotch of her panties. He did it again, only this time there was a light scraping sensation, as though he used his fingernail instead of the pad of his finger. It started at her clit and slowly dragged back until it hovered over the entrance to her vagina. Ignoring the command of her brain, her hips arched, pressing back into his touch.

“I feel moisture.” His voice came out hoarse and he stopped to clear his throat. It was firmer when he continued. “I need to determine the source.”

He rose up behind her until he loomed over her, with one hand still between her legs, lightly stroking the damp fabric stretched taut over her nether lips. He placed his free hand on the center of her back between her shoulder blades and pushed.

“Bend over.”

He applied steady but firm pressure until Tameka was completely bent over the hood of the car, braced on her forearms.

This position placed her butt in the air and left her breasts hanging unfettered. She felt vulnerable, spread out as she was, and tried to rise.

“Hold the position or I’ll handcuff you.” She dropped back down on the hood and hung her head.

She didn’t want to be handcuffed. Then she’d be completely at his mercy.

And you’re not, now?

He gathered her skirt and drew it to her waist, tucking it inside of her waistband so that it would stay up and out of the way. She could feel him staring at her.

“Your ass is pretty.” He smoothed his hand up one globe and then down the other. They clenched involuntarily under his caress. “Back to the business at hand.”

The hand between her legs probed at the elastic edge of her panties before slipping inside. He toyed with the lips of her pussy, spreading her moisture around. When she was well lubricated, he parted them and stroked the opening of her vagina.

The muscles there clenched and relaxed, as though her pussy was trying to draw his finger inside.

The hand on her hip slid around to her belly and then joined its partner between her legs. It slid down her mound until it rested over her cloth-covered clit. “We’ve discovered contraband in some amazing places. I would be negligent in my duties as an officer of the law if I didn’t check out every potential hiding place,” he whispered in her ear.

With those words of warning, he eased two fingers inside her sheath and began stroking in and out, inching steadily deeper while the hand in front pressed hard against her clit. Tameka moaned as her pussy greedily clamped down on his invading fingers. They were so big, it felt like a cock, and she hadn’t had sex in years. The part of her mind that could still function reasonably was outraged at what he was doing; the advantage he was taking of his position as an officer of the law. But her body, it was screaming, “Hell, yes. Just like that.” Her hips surged back, driving his fingers deeper. Her back arched as she rode his hands.

Heat was all around her and in her as well. Her nipples were scorched as they dragged back and forth against the hot metal surface of the hood. Her hands tightened into fists and then flattened as she used them to brace her upper body and give herself more leverage as she thrust backwards into each stroke of his fingers.

Then he added another digit and picked up the pace. Her breathing caught in rhythm with his pumping fingers, turning into breathy little moans. She could feel an orgasm building.

“Deeper.”

“Harder.”

“Faster.”

The words were forced out of her from someplace deep inside. Her mind was mortified, but her body didn’t care. It knew what it needed and was driving towards it.

He added a fourth finger and thrust vigorously, the force of his movement driving her forward against the hand that was pressing against her clit, rubbing her against it. She bucked against him and gave a muffled shriek as she exploded. He stroked her clit even harder, prolonging her orgasm until she sank onto the hood of the car, replete.

He withdrew his fingers from her sheath, and over the sound of her panting, she thought she heard him slurping his fingers and growling. Too tired to move, she lay there trying to catch her breath as he straightened her clothes. He put her skirt back into place and smoothed his hands down her legs. He was finished. Good. Maybe now she could go home.

She was wrong. He placed his hands on her hips, and ground his cock into her ass, letting her feel how hard he was.

His hands slid up the side of her body, then under her until they were cupping her breasts. Hands on her mounds, he lifted her torso until she was standing. He played with her breasts, grinding his cock against her until her head fell back against his chest and she was rubbing back against him.

He nibbled on her ear, then whispered, “My apologies. You fit the profile, but you’re not the suspect we’re looking for after all.” One of his hands left her breast and reached down inside her skirt and panties to play with her clit. “I searched diligently and found no trace of any illegal substance.” The motion of his hand sped up and she arched wildly into it. “On behalf of the entire Bradford County Sheriff’s department, I apologize for any inconvenience you may have suffered during the course of this investigation.” Without any warning, he pinched down hard on her nipple and bit her neck. The unexpected pain shocked her body and sent her crashing into another orgasm, screaming as she came. All the feeling left her legs and centered in her cunt. He caught her up in his arms as her knees weakened, causing her to slump against him, and carried her to driver’s side of her car. Setting her on her feet, he braced her against the side of the car while he opened the door, then helped her into the driver’s seat and fastened her seatbelt.

He reached further inside, started the car, and then turned on the air, positioning the vents to blow directly on her. He cupped her cheek and looked into her dazed eyes. “Drive carefully. I’ll be right behind you to make sure you get home safely.” He lightly stroked her lips with his thumb before straightening to his full height. He reached down and adjusted the massive erection his loose-fitted pants did little to disguise, then closed the door. He brought his fingers to his hat in a brief salute and sauntered away.

Tameka watched him in her mirrors like a woman in a drug-induced haze. She snapped out of it when he was once more encased in the cruiser, his magnificent body out of sight. She put the car into gear, checked for on-coming traffic, then merged back onto the road. Officer Wilson was right behind her. He followed her until she turned off of the road and onto the long drive leading to her grandmother’s house where she now resided.

Deputy Chad Wilson sat in his patrol car and gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. The smell of her cream on his hands was driving him insane with lust. He fought with everything that was within him not to rip open his door, drag Tameka out of her car, and throw her onto the hood while he pounded into her from behind. He wanted to ride her until she screamed his name. He wanted to fuck her until she never thought of any other cock but his.

He gritted his jaw, feeling it as it began to elongate. His beast rode him hard, trying to get out. It wanted the woman and it wanted her now. Fuck her! Claim her! Do it now, before she gets away! Its fury at being denied what it wanted was stunning in its intensity. The rearview mirror caught his attention. His eyes glowed with power. He had to gain control. He couldn’t function like this.

Chad snapped to attention when her car eased onto the road.

She’s getting away! He shoved his beast back inside and locked the door. Then he cranked the engine and pulled out behind her, catching her easily.

He snatched up the receiver and radioed dispatch. “This is Deputy Wilson reporting in. I’m finished with the roadside assistance, and escorting the citizen back to her residence now.

Tell Rome after this, I’m done for the day.”

“Roger. See you in the morning, Chad.”

Chad threw down the mike. He was out of his fucking mind.

What in the hell possessed him to do something so stupid? If Rome discovered what he’d done, he’d be looking for another job. If Alex found out about it, he’d be looking for another pack.

He’d never done anything this foolhardy. He was strictly a no-nonsense, by-the-book type of guy. It’s what kept him sane.

Rules allowed him to keep his predatory instincts under strict control.

Control that flew out the window the minute she smiled at him. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position with this boner that just would not go down. He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled. An inhuman growl filled the car. Mine! The woman had bewitched and damned him with a smile, because at the first opportunity that presented itself, he was going to do it again, damn the consequences. And this time, he wouldn’t stop until she was his.

Tameka walked in the house, shaken by her experience. A sheriff’s deputy had molested her. Worse, she’d assisted.

“Harder. Deeper. Faster,” she muttered, thoroughly disgusted with herself. “God, Meka, could you have sounded any needier?”

She should have fought, resisted, threatened to sue him and his department for sexual harassment. Even if she didn’t follow through, the threat alone would have let him know she wasn’t someone to toy with. She’d done none of it; just gone along with whatever he commanded like a good little submissive.

She was totally disgusted with herself. Well, only partially.

Another part was wondering, if the man made her come twice using only his hands, what could he accomplish if his mouth and cock got involved? Tameka shivered with renewed desire. One thing was certain: no one else could know that this happened.

She was hot and sticky, the air conditioning doing little to cool the fever in her body. She dropped her purse and keys on the counter and headed for the bathroom, stripping as she went.

As the lukewarm water saturated her body, her thoughts went back to Officer C. Wilson.

The man was simply gorgeous. Tall, broad-chested, and lean-hipped, his body was that of a man who took good care of himself. He was strong, very strong. He’d lifted and carried her without any strain, and she was no lightweight. And his eyes!

They were the prettiest shade of light green she’d ever seen, despite being arctic cold.

Tameka squirted body wash into her hands and rubbed it over her body. As she washed her breasts the nipples tightened, still sensitive from his earlier handling. She caressed them, remembering the feel of his hands as he manipulated them. She pretended that it was still his large, calloused hands on her body, instead of her small, soft ones.

It was nice but didn’t compare to the real thing. Moving on, she soaped her way down to her clit and massaged it from its hood. As she stroked herself, she imagined what would have happened if he’d have tugged her panties down, flipped her skirt onto her back, and fucked her silly with his massive cock. The muscles of her vagina clenched in response, reminding her of its empty state. She rubbed harder, picturing him slamming into her from behind, each stroke taking him deeper than the one before, driving her crazy as he hit her g-spot over and over.

The orgasm hit hard, her muscles locked and she lurched forward into the spray of the shower. She coughed and sputtered as water streamed into her mouth and nose. She jerked back, almost falling in the slippery tub, embarrassed to be fantasizing about something she should be glad never happened. Who knew how many women the man had accosted? Surely she wasn’t the only one. That miserable thought dampened her ardor and chased her out of the shower.

In deference to the heat, she dressed in a yellow sundress that had spaghetti straps, was banded at the breasts, and fell to mid-thigh. Her nether lips were still swollen and tender, so she bypassed the underwear drawer, choosing instead to go without.

Still a little unsettled, she poured a tall glass of iced tea, sweetened to perfection, and stretched out on the couch with the Cosmo magazine she’d purchased while out and about. She was going to enjoy what was left of her evening if killed her. There was time enough to eat later, once she figured out what she wanted to cook.

Tameka had only read half the magazine when the doorbell rang, shocking her. She’d only been here a week and didn’t know anyone. She glanced out the window and saw a large, gleaming black pickup truck parked behind her car. When she peered through the peephole, she saw the back of a fairly large male with white-blond hair. “He must have the wrong address,” she muttered.

Tameka cautiously opened the door. “Can I help you?” She stared in shock as the man turned around. “I hope you like Chinese. I got a variety of entrees, not knowing which kind you preferred.”

Officer Wilson pushed his way past her and into the house.

“I’ll set these down in the kitchen.”

Tameka gaped at him, too stunned to say anything.

“I have pork fried rice, lo mien, sweet-n-sour chicken, moo goo gai pan, and sesame chicken. I also brought some of those crabmeat wontons to go with our dinner, and of course, no Chinese meal is complete without egg rolls. I didn’t get any drinks. If you don’t have anything, water’s fine,” he called over his shoulder before disappearing into her kitchen.

After awhile, Tameka realized she was still standing by an open door, letting all of the cool air out. She pushed it closed and followed him into the kitchen, where she could hear the sounds of cabinets being opened. By the time she entered, he’d already located the plates and glasses and was staring into the fridge.

“Sweet tea. Good. That will go great with our food.” He pulled the glass pitcher out and set it on the counter.

“What are you doing here?” She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed under her breasts.

He snapped his finger. “That reminds me. I forgot to give you your license back.” He reached into the back pocket of the faded, worn blue jeans he wore and pulled something out. “Here you go. License, proof of insurance, and registration. Got to have them. You don’t want to get stopped without them. Come on.

Dig in. There’s plenty, unless you’ve already eaten?” For the first time he hesitated, looking strangely uncertain.

Tameka found herself rushing to reassure him. “No, I haven’t. I couldn’t make up my mind.”

She put the paperwork in her purse and took a plate, filling it with food. No sense letting it go to waste. She needed to eat and, as he’d said, there was more than enough. “You’ve invited yourself into my home. Don’t you think I should know your name?”

“My name is Chadleigh Wilson. Since I’m intimately acquainted with the way your pussy feels, call me Chad.” Tameka, who’d just popped a piece of chicken in her mouth, promptly choked and coughed violently.

Chad took the fork from her hand and lightly patted her back. “Food go down the wrong way? I hate it when that happens. Here, drink some of my tea.”

Tameka drained half of it before handing back the glass.

Chad picked up his plate and glass and headed into the living room. “You got any good movies?”

Bemused, Tameka just watched him go. If he’d been obnoxious, she would have kicked him out, but he was behaving normal, if treating a woman he’d just met like they’d been friends for years could be considered normal. She took her food and drink and followed, wondering when her life had turned into a sitcom—an R-rated one, that is.

“Movies are on the book case.” Tameka didn’t read books, but was a huge movie buff. Her floor-to-ceiling bookcase was filled with VHS tapes and DVDs.

“Holy hell, woman! Look at all of these movies. You’ve got a great collection.” He went through the titles, pausing every now and then to pull one out and read the cover.

“Speed! I love this movie.” Chad pulled it out and stuck it into the DVD player. Grabbing both remotes, he came and sat next to her on the couch. Once the movie played, he picked up his food and began eating.

Tameka ate, dividing her attention between Chad and the television. He wasn’t joking. He really liked this movie. He was totally engrossed.

When she was finished, she rose to put her plate in the kitchen.

“Babe, while you’re up, will you pour me some tea?” he asked distractedly, holding out his cup.

Tameka took the cup with a faint, “Sure.” When had she become his babe? When he gave you two orgasms, her libido taunted. “Oh, shut up,” she told it under her breath.

Tameka refilled both glasses and grabbed the wontons before returning to the living room. After placing them on the coffee table, she sat and nudged Chad. “Want one?”

“Thanks.” He took the bag, selected a wonton, and handed the rest back to Tameka.

She ate one, and then another before handing the bag to Chad to finish the remaining. When he was done, he balled up the bag and tossed it on the table. Then he reached out and tugged until she was leaning against his side, his arm around her shoulders.

After the liberties he’d taken earlier, it would be foolish of her to complain about something as simple as this. So, deciding to just go with the flow, she relaxed against him and watched the rest of the movie. Her attention fractured when his thumb grazed her nipple. She thought it an accident until he did it again, and again. A quick glance showed him to be still engrossed in the movie. By then, her nipple was puckered. Chad toyed with it, by all appearances, unaware that he did so.

By the time the credits were rolling, Tameka was a shivering bundle of arousal.

“Thank you for a nice, relaxing evening.” Chad lifted her chin and slowly lowered his mouth to hers. His lips brushed hers, seeking, tasting, and learning its shape. He suckled the upper lip before claiming her lower one. Then his tongue swept out and licked the seam of her mouth, requesting entrance.

When she opened, his tongue dipped inside in teasing forays, engaging her tongue then fleeing, advance and retreat. He taunted her until she found herself trying to capture his tongue with her own.

She failed. He was too quick. She clutched his head, holding him to her and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, seeking more of his distinctive flavor. He stopped playing and allowed her to kiss him, then he took control.

He plundered. There was no other word for it. The force of his possession drove her back until she lay underneath him on the couch, her head lightly resting on its arm. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access as his mouth traveled from her lips to her neck, while mindlessly tugging on his t-shirt.

“Take it off. I want to touch you.”

A shudder went through his body. Chad drew the t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, then dove back in for another kiss. Tameka ran her hands over his shoulders and back, then every bit of skin she could reach. She pressed kisses all over his face and nibbled his ear lobe, running her tongue around the edge before dipping briefly inside.

His breath hitched. Then his hands grasped her hips and pulled until she lay flat on the couch. “Open up,” he instructed with a pat on her thigh.

Tameka didn’t think twice. She raised her left leg, allowing him to settle between and wrapped her legs around his waist once he was in position.

Chad yanked the straps of her dress down to her elbows, baring her breasts. He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer for strength and closed his eyes, his head thrown back, giving her an excellent view of the strong column of his neck. When his eyes opened, they blazed down at her. Had she thought his eyes cold? They burned as though lit from within.

He palmed her breast, lifting it before latching on and suckling like he expected milk to flow. Tameka captured hold of his head and arched her back, clutching him to her breast. His suckling was causing a reaction in her womb, and her legs tightened around his waist. She rubbed against him, resenting the fabric that kept her naked cunt from his bare skin. “Fuck me, please.”

“Soon. I’m not going to rush. There’s so much I want to do, I don’t know where to start.”

That’s not what Tameka wanted to hear. It had been so long since she had a man, and she’d never had one that made her feel like this. She was so consumed by lust, she vibrated with it.

Chad popped her other breast in his mouth. He drew strongly upon it, causing Tameka to yelp.

He let go. “Too hard?”

“No, just right. Don’t stop.”

His eyes glowed. Tameka blinked and looked again, but his head was down, mouth already tugging while his tongue laved her nipple. Must have been a trick of the light. His hand reached between their bodies and palmed her slit. She forgot his eyes, her name, and everything else that didn’t involve what he was doing to her.

He parted her nether lips and probed inside with a finger.

“You’re so wet. I want to taste.”

Chad scooted down her body until his mouth was level with her pussy, leaned forward and inhaled. “You smell so good.” His voice was guttural.

Tameka thought he’d ease into it. Maybe a lick here. A swipe of the tongue there. Chad didn’t. He dove in. He opened his mouth over her slit and pushed his tongue into her channel, slurping. “Mmm, delicious. More,” he demanded and like a slave, her body obliged. She actually felt the gush of fluid that rushed forward in response to his command.

Oral sex wasn’t her thing, but my God, the things this man did to her. She bucked under him, trying to throw him off even as her hands pulled his head closer. He growled and the vibration went straight to her core and gathered in her clit, feeling better than any vibrator she’d ever tried.

“Mine.” He clamped down on her hips, prohibiting all movement. Something sharp scraped her mons.

Teeth, she thought with her last functioning brain cell.

“Come!” All thought processing ceased as her body exploded in immediate compliance with his demand.

“Mmm,” he moaned between slurps. “Again. Come again.” He growled, then bit her clit.

The vibration, combined with the pinch of pain, sent her over the edge and she screamed.

Before the sound faded, Chad had her flipped over onto her belly. There was a ripping sound, and then hard hands jerked her ass up into the air. Something smooth and round brushed against her vulva the barest second before she was deeply impaled.

He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her mound.

The force of his strokes pushed her forward until her head was jammed against the arm of the couch. Wet, suctioning sounds competed with the smack of flesh upon flesh as his hips repeatedly slammed against her behind. Chad’s fingernails dug into her hips a second before he gave a mighty roar. He drove in to the hilt and she felt his cock pulsing inside as his seed was released into her body.

He slumped over her back, gulping air as his cock slowly softened and oozed out of her body with a flood of moisture. The nails biting into her flesh eased as his grip loosened. “Damn, that was…”

“Incredible,” she completed, the weight of his body pushing her further into the cushion.

“Yeah. Incredible. Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I? I don’t always know my own strength.” His hands stroked from her hips to her belly.

“I’m fine. I think I’m locked into place, though.”

“What?” His body stilled. She couldn’t even hear him breathe.

“I don’t think I can move. My knees feel like they’re locked into position.”

“Oh. Give me a second and I’ll help.” She felt his chest expand against her back as he took a deep breath. On the next inhale, he braced his hands beside her head on the couch and pushed up. Wiry hair brushed against the sensitive folds of her sex as he sat up and pulled her with him, his arm a band around her waist.

She flopped back against him, head lolling on his shoulder, body boneless. “Just leave me. I’ll sleep out here. I don’t have the energy to move.”

“You’re not sleeping on the couch.” He stood and tipped Tameka back until he could lift her into his arms.

Following her scent, he headed straight for her bedroom and laid her on the bed. In seconds he had her stripped and under the covers. She gave a soft sigh and was out like a light.

He headed back out front to lock up. He hadn’t been invited to stay, but he wasn’t leaving. His wolf wouldn’t allow it even if he wanted to go. He checked the locks and windows, put up the food, and turned off the lights. In the dark, he walked back to the bedroom. Beside the bed, he pulled off what remained of his jeans and toed off his shoes and socks before climbing into bed beside his woman. She may not agree when morning came, but for tonight, she was his.

Being human, she might not accept what he was. He’d cross that bridge when it was time. In the meantime, he’d marked her with his teeth and his seed. His scent was all over her. Any shifter that came near her now was asking to die. She was his and he didn’t share. Not now. Not ever.

He pulled her into his arms and inhaled deeply. Yes, she belonged to him. Now he just needed to convince her.

I can’t believe it. Who knew the old bitch had relatives. No

matter. I’ll get rid of the interloper. By the time I’m finished with

her, she’ll be happy to sell.