Blackstone Ranger Hero Page 15

  “God, I want you, Sarah,” he confessed, planting kisses between her breasts and trailing up her neck.

  “Daniel …” She wanted him inside her so bad. “Please. Inside me.”

  He froze. “I wasn’t prepared … I mean … I have condoms in my room. Let me—”

  “No.” She slid her arms around him. “It’s fine. I’m safe.” She knew the consequences of an unwanted pregnancy, so as soon as she turned sixteen, she got herself on regular birth control, not to mention still practiced safe sex. “And you … you can’t get any sicknesses, right?” Daniel would be the first she’d ever be with without any barriers.

  “No. We can’t. I … Oh God.” His eyes turned into twin silvery blue fire. “Baby doll …” He kissed her hard before scooting backward. Her body ached in anticipation as she watched him push his sweatpants down, his cock springing free. She swallowed hard, watching the long, erect length of his dick, its purple-headed tip pointing at her. She’d seen it before, of course, when he had shifted back to his human form, and even then, she had thought it was impressive. But now …

  “Let me get you ready,” he said.

  She wanted to laugh and tell him she wasn’t sure she could ever be ready for his giant dong, but yelped instead when he grabbed her and twisted her around, then settled her between his thighs. “Oh!” His mouth found the exact spot on her neck that turned her knees to jelly, suckling and nipping at it. His left arm braced around her, cupping her breast. Meanwhile, his right hand moved down her belly and slipped under her panties.

  “Oh!” Her hips rolled against his fingers as he traced her slit. “Tease,” she moaned when he refused to put it inside her. “Daniel,” she mewled.

  She could feel his smile against her skin as he slipped a finger in. One. Then another. “So wet already. Maybe you don’t need too much help getting ready,” he murmured. His thumb found her clit and flicked at it, making her shudder. “That’s it, baby doll.” He thrust his fingers inside her, in and out, the veins on his forearm straining. “Come for me.”

  Yes, sir.

  Her body wracked with shivers as her pleasure tore through her. He didn’t stop licking and sucking at her throat either as she rode his fingers to orgasm. Her mind went blank briefly, then came back down as her body sank against him.

  “Good girl,” he said, then slid his fingers up to her lips. “Taste yourself.”

  He thrust his finger into her mouth, and she sucked it clean. His eyes glazed over. “God, Sarah, I can’t wait …”

  “Then don’t,” she moaned. “Get inside me.”

  It seemed he didn’t need another invitation as he flipped her over, growling against her lips as he reached down between them. She lifted her hips to help him slip off the panties, but instead, he ripped them off. Though she wanted to protest because those samples were expensive, she couldn’t bring herself to care, not right now. Not when his cock was pointed at her entrance, the head spreading her as he speared in.

  “Dan—oh!” She clung to his shoulders, fingers digging into him as he pushed all the way in. God, she felt so full. Before she could put more thoughts together, he slid out, then back in again. And again. Slow, long strokes that had her purring like a cat.

  A hand reached down between them, stroking her clit in a way that matched his thrusts. When he started speeding up, her breath came in faster pants, her body tensing as pressure built. Everything became fuzzy at that point as pure pleasure flooded her body, endorphins giving her a high she’d never felt before. As her body exploded in her second orgasm of the night, he pushed her further over the edge by giving her clit a hard pinch.

  “Gahh!” Her body practically melted into the mattress. She felt like one of the clocks in Dali’s painting. Just as her body began to recover, he hauled her up and flipped her over to her knees. “What—Daniel!”

  His tongue thrust against her, licking at her soft folds. “You’re fucking delicious,” he murmured. “God, I could eat your pussy all day. Been dreaming about it since last night.”

  Fffuck, Daniel was a dirty bastard. It only made her hotter, knowing he had a sweet and nice facade, but was the total opposite in bed. Now she knew there was some truth to the saying that the nicest ones were the freaks between the sheets.

  His tongue continued to tease and taste her, bringing her back to a near-orgasmic state but never quite getting there. When she let out an annoyed whimper, he spanked her ass. “Daniel!”

  His hands gripped her hips, pulled back and she found herself impaled on his cock again. He smacked her again, this time even harder with a slap that echoed loudly in her ears. The stinging pain felt good, flooding her pussy even more.

  Hauling her up, he shoved his fingers into her hair to force her back to arch. Damn if that didn’t make her fucking wetter, if it were possible.

  He began to thrust up into her, holding her body against his, his cock pushing deeper into her. “Feels … so … good … inside you …” he groaned. Without losing their connection, he pushed her forward. Her chest landed on the mattress and he hauled her ass upward as he continued to drill into her.

  Hot damn, Rogers. His hand slid under her and found her clit again, and she knew she was done for. Even as her orgasm exploded, he continued to fuck into her, then let out a deep, long grunt. His body jolted, fingers digging into her hips as he unloaded his come into her, flooding her with his wet warmth.

  Sarah felt like she was floating down from heaven. Again. A heavy weight pressed onto her, and when she let out a protesting groan, Daniel pulled away and out of her, the mattress dipping as he rolled to his side.

  Feeling boneless, moving was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Not one inch. Maybe until tomorrow. Or next year. But as the high from her orgasm began to fade, she knew one of them had to move. Or say something. And if she didn’t say what needed to be said, this might go on longer than it needed to.

  With a sigh, she hauled herself up on her elbows, then peered over at him. His eyes were closed, reminding her of that morning she woke up next to him in the motel. However, this time, there was a small smile on his face. Slowly, she got to her knees and slid off the bed. At least she tried to, because in a split second, she found herself dragged backward as a strong arm slid around her waist.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Daniel pinned her to the mattress, his teeth nipping at her throat.

  “Maybe… um …” Heat crawled up her face to the tips of her ears. “I didn’t want to disturb your sleep. I can go to your room or the couch—mmm!”

  He silenced her with his lips. “And why would you do that?” A hand snaked between them, pushing her legs apart.

  “I thought you were tired and—oh!” Jesus Christ, Mother Mary, Joseph, and all the saints! His fully erect cock nudged at her, then began to slide inside. “Again?”

  “Hmmm-hmmm.” He nuzzled at her neck. “Not. Tired,” he said, giving her two hard thrusts. “Hope you can keep up, baby doll.”

  Mercy me. Those were her last thoughts as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

  Chapter Eleven

  Daniel hoped he’d exhausted Sarah enough to stop her from attempting to get away. He’d felt her skittishness after the first time they had sex and feared she would bolt away if he didn’t do anything to keep her in his bed.

  Okay, so maybe sexing her into oblivion was a little extreme, but he was desperate for her to stay in his arms. She belonged there, and there was no way he was going to let her go.

  Fuck, she was amazing. Most people had the notion that he was the nice guy, almost virginal even, but the truth was, he loved the kinky stuff in bed. Holding her down. Spanking that luscious ass. Pulling her arms back. And Sarah didn’t seem to mind, and gave as good as she got. He groaned inwardly, thinking of that thing she did with her tongue that made his eyeballs nearly pop out of their sockets.

  He stayed up to watch her, but slept lightly for what seemed like an hour or two. When he felt her shift and move, his eyes flew
open. His gaze flittered toward the light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, indicating it was morning already. Sarah let out a raspy groan, then moved over toward the edge of the bed, so he reached for her again.

  “Daniel,” she warned. “I have to use the bathroom.”

  “All right,” he said. “But you better come back soon.”

  She snorted, then crawled out of bed, but not before turning back at him and giving him a wink and smile. His mouth went dry, and his cock went hard as he watched her saunter into the bathroom naked, her hips swaying, and her ass jiggling. Fuck.

  Minutes later, she came back and slipped into bed, cuddling up to him, one arm over his chest. He couldn’t help but trace the ink over her skin. “This is beautiful,” he said. Up close, he could see the finer details of the stained glass tattoo of the woman wearing a blue cloak dotted with yellow stars.

  “A really talented artist did it back in Vegas. It’s usually hard to get a good rendition of stained glass, but she did a great job.”

  “What is it, if you don’t mind my asking?”

  She tensed for a moment, but relaxed as he continued to soothe his fingers down her arms. “It’s Our Lady of Guadalupe of Mexico,” she said. “Supposedly, she appeared to a poor widower back in 1531 and made roses appear in his cloak.”

  “Does she have a special meaning to you?”

  “Kinda. I can’t remember much from … from before I was found, but I do remember this image.” Her eyes closed. “Looking up at it. And praying maybe. And a voice in my head of a woman whispering to me. I think … I think she was my mother.”

  He slipped his arms around her and held her tight. “I’m sorry.”

  “What for?” She buried her face in his neck. “It was a long time ago. I don’t even remember her.”

  “But you put this ink on you so you’ll never forget.”

  Her breath hitched, then she muttered something unintelligible under her breath.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Nothing.” Lifting her head, she propped her chin on his chest. “I mean, can we talk about something else?”

  “Hmmm … I can think of a few things.” He grinned at her, one eyebrow quirking up. “Like where you got all those sexy panties. Have you been wearing them all this time?”

  “Ha! Of course that’s what you want to talk about.” She slapped him playfully on the chest. “Actually, I should probably tell you. I mean, just so you don’t think I’m a cam girl or something like that.”

  That thought never entered his mind. Not that he disapproved of that kind of stuff, especially if it was the woman’s choice, but the thought of anyone seeing his mate on display made his stomach sour. His grizzly, too, did not like the idea of that.

  “I design lingerie,” she confessed. “And I sell it on my own website.”

  “Oh.” He thought for a moment. “You made that? And the red one too?”

  “I designed it, yes,” she said. “I’m not trained or anything, but I taught myself how to draw and sew. After I put a concept down on paper, I’ll make the prototype myself and send it down to a factory in Ecuador where they’ll produce it. I was, uh, updating our website with the new collection when you burst into the bathroom.”

  “And you model it yourself?”

  “Well, I don’t have the money to hire models,” she huffed, wiggling away from him. “And I edit out my head and my tattoos so no one knows—”

  “Shhh … baby doll.” He hauled her back into his arms. “Don’t get your feathers all ruffled. I’m not judging. In fact, I’m even more amazed.”

  “Amazed?”

  “Between working your ass off and taking care of Adam and Darcey, you found time to pursue your passion,” he stated. “And, well, I hope you don’t think this is trite, but I’m proud of you.”

  Lush lips parted. “P-proud?”

  “Yeah.” He kissed the top of her head. “For everything you’ve accomplished.”

  She squirmed uncomfortably.

  “Now what?” he asked.

  “Er, I should tell you … once word got out about our marriage, my sales went through the roof,” she said sheepishly. “See, I was getting a loan from the bank to open up my own shop when I found out we were married, and that’s why I came here. Then when orders started pouring in … that’s kind of one of the reasons I wanted to stay here.” She buried her nose in the sheets. “You hate me now, don’t you?”

  “Hate you?” How could she think that? “Never.” Besides, it didn’t matter to him why she stayed, only that she did. “Come here.” He wanted to take care of her, make everything right for her.

  “Daniel,” she moaned when he kissed the side of her neck. “Oh …”

  He made love to her slowly, deeply, keeping her body pressed up against his, whispering sweet words of encouragement to her. When it was all done and he came deep inside her, he had to bite his lip to keep from saying those three words he’d been desperate to say to her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell her, but it just didn’t feel right yet. His grizzly, of course, was impatient. It wanted to bond with her, claim her.

  Mating bonds were precious, as he’d seen firsthand with his parents. They had told him that in order for the bond to fully form, there couldn’t be any barriers, and both partners had to be open to it. He could still feel some hesitation on her part, and though it pained him, he would wait for her. Forever if he had to.

  “We should get up,” she said, rolling over to her back. “Adam … he might be hungry.”

  “Okay.” He sat up. “But I’ll make breakfast today. So … what do you want to tell him?”

  “Tell him? I’ve already told him the truth about what happened that night in Vegas.”

  “I mean, about us?” He gestured to the bed. “After all this. If you want, we can just act normal around him. And keep this between us.” If Sarah wanted to keep this a secret from Adam for now, he would understand. He’d hate it, but would defer to her wishes.

  “Oh.” She shrugged. “He’s sixteen, and Darcey had ‘the talk’ with him a couple years ago. You don’t have to worry about things getting weird. Now, can you go make breakfast? I’m starving, and you’re the one to blame for sapping my energy.”

  Relief poured through him. He didn’t want to have to hide and sneak around, not with Sarah. And he liked Adam a lot and would hate to lose the teen’s respect. He grinned goofily at her. “All right, breakfast it is.”

  As Sarah predicted, Adam didn’t make a big deal or act weird when Sarah came down to the kitchen in her robe and cuddled up to him as he flipped pancakes or kissed him when he passed her a cup of coffee. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, he could have sworn the teen looked almost smug.

  After breakfast, Daniel hooked up the big screen TV in the living room, and they watched movies all afternoon, then ordered Chinese for dinner. There was no word from Jason or Thoralf, and while Daniel felt a twinge of worry, he knew the dragon shifter was capable of taking care of himself.

  That Sunday passed too quickly for Daniel’s liking. Normally, he looked forward to heading into HQ and starting his week, but it was hard to leave Monday morning, especially with Sarah in his bed. Despite the night of lovemaking—and that quickie in the shower before he left—he still felt unsatisfied when he left her this morning. Maybe it was because both he and his bear longed for the mating bond, and until it was fully formed, they wouldn’t feel at peace. He was tempted to stay at home with her, but sticking by her wouldn’t make her any more ready to accept him as her mate, plus, he had people depending on him at work.

  When he pulled into the parking lot of HQ, he was relieved to see that there were fewer people waiting outside, and there were no news vans trailing him, though that was probably because they didn’t recognize the borrowed SUV. When he walked by the small crowd waiting outside, they spotted him and called to him. Today, instead of ignoring them, he stopped to chat and even took a few selfies before heading inside.

  “Roger
s, Chief wants to see you,” the ranger at the reception desk called as soon as he got in.

  “Thanks, Jansen.” Whistling to himself, he headed for Damon’s office and knocked on the door. “Hey, Chief. You needed to see me?” he asked as he poked his head inside.

  “Daniel, come in,” Damon said. “I’d like you to meet someone.”

  Striding inside, he closed the door behind him and approached his boss.

  “Daniel, this is Dr. Cameron Spenser, our newest recruit,” Damon introduced. “Cam, this is Daniel Rogers.”

  The man sitting in front of Damon’s desk turned and stood up. He was an inch or two taller than him, his white-blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Iridescent blue-purple eyes behind a pair of gold-rimmed eyeglasses regarded him coolly. “How do you do?” His accent sounded British, and his voice cold and pure, like cut ice.

  “Hey, Doc.” Daniel offered a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

  Dr. Spenser looked at his hand like he was offering him poison, but when he didn’t pull it back, the other man took it. “Nice to meet you. And it’s Dr. Spenser, not Doc.” His nose wrinkled. “Or Cam, if you prefer.”

  “Cam it is.” His grip was strong, but Daniel didn’t back down, returning it with a firm squeeze of his own. He could sense the other man’s animal right away and smell the scent of fur. Bear, definitely. But it wasn’t a grizzly like him or a Kodiak like Damon.

  Damon cleared his throat, and both men released each other’s hands at the same time. “Cam is coming in to replace Gabriel, at least until the new trainees come up to speed in the next year,” he said. “I’d like you to show him the ropes until he gets his bearings.”

  “No prob. So, you’re a doctor?” Daniel asked Cam. “And you came here to be a ranger?”

  “I have my PhD in ecology, and conservation from the University of Basel,” he said. “And my undergrad in botany, and zoology from Oxford.”

  “Nice,” he said. “I studied forestry and wildlife conservation from Colorado State myself.”