Freedom in the Smokies (13 page)

When she stared up at him, arousal glazing her eyes, he knew she was in this as deep as he was.

He glanced to her side and spotted the perfect spot. “How about over that saddle?” He nodded to where the firm leather of his favorite saddle straddled a sawhorse.

She shuffled her feet, the smell of her need increasing.

Micah stroked his cock through his jeans. “I’m so hot for you right now, but I want this to be good for you too.”

Kaitlyn chewed her lower lip. “Right here?” She gripped the saddle with both hands, stroked the leather.

He watched her soften as her fingers danced across the saddle. Her shoulders relaxed. She crossed one leg in front of the other, squeezing her sex. Good. She wasn’t mad anymore. He didn’t think he could take it if she was still angry with him. He needed her more than his next breath.

“Yes.” He inched closer to her. “I want to take you right here, right now. And I know that’s making you squirm with need.”

Kaitlyn released the leather and stepped back. She lifted her gaze to his. With agonizingly slow movements, his mate pulled her shirt over her head and then unzipped her pants and wiggled her ass until they fell to the floor. She was taunting him.

Micah imitated her motions, although with more haste. He tugged his boots off, dropped his pants and flung his shirt over his head. Having nothing on underneath sped his process up a bit.

Naked, he watched Kaitlyn kick her shoes off and step out of her jeans. The pale green lace of her bra and matching panties stood out incongruously against the harsh masculinity of the barn. His mate was dainty and sexy as hell.

She stared at him head on as she reached behind to pop the clasp of her bra. When it fell to the ground, he sucked in a breath. Her breasts were perfect. He lowered his gaze and watched them bounce as she stripped her panties off.

“Is this what you had in mind?” She curled her bottom lip between her teeth.

Micah stalked toward her. He could smell her arousal even more distinctly. “You’re dripping wet, aren’t you, baby?”

She moaned as he took her nipples between his fingers, the first contact with her skin in over a minute, and pinched. Did she know she stepped out with one leg, spreading for him?

Her head fell back and she whimpered as he fondled her, squeezing her gently and then wrapping his hands around her breasts and molding the flesh. He leaned in to suck one pink tip into his mouth. When his tongue flicked over the pebbled bead, she grabbed his elbows with both hands.

“Micah, don’t tease right now. I need you. I’m dying here.”

Thank God. The man above knew what He was thinking when He arranged for this woman to be in Micah’s life. Oh, hell yes, he could do slow torturous sex, and he fully intended to. Often. But not this time. And he was glad his mate could keep up with the pace when he needed hard and fast.

Micah turned Kaitlyn around and pushed her shoulders forward, leaning her over the saddle he’d indicated. “Grab the shelf in front of you, baby.”

She did as he said, leaving her waist on the leather, but elevating her breasts so they now swayed free in the air. It was the sexiest vision he’d ever seen.

Micah gripped his cock with one hand and squeezed. He was going to come before he got inside her. After a deep breath, he released his hold and ran his hands over his mate’s ass. Her firm muscles tightened under his grip. He smoothed his palms down to her thighs and pushed them wide apart.

Her legs no longer reached the floor. She was held up by her hands on the shelf, her belly on the saddle, and his grip on her thighs.

He gazed at her pussy, glistening with her arousal. He wanted to taste her, but not this time. He couldn’t wait that long to get inside her. Instead, he stepped between her legs and used his thigh to hold her open so he could drag the fingers of one hand through her slit.

Kaitlyn bucked upward, her ass stretching toward him. “Don’t tease. I’m burning.”

She wasn’t kidding. Her pussy gripped his finger when he slipped one inside. She didn’t need any prep. Instead, he scooped up her arousal and used it to circle her clit. Micah lined himself up with her pussy and eased all the way into her with his cock at the same time he pressed against both sides of her tight nub.

Kaitlyn screamed. When he held still, she panted. After a second she squirmed against him and lifted her hips to draw him deeper.

Micah grabbed her waist with his free hand to steady her and pumped in and out of her pussy with the stiffest erection he’d ever experienced. He swirled his finger around her clit, flicking over the tip every few seconds. She moaned. Her ass arched higher.

A glance up showed her arms trembling under the weight of her torso. Her hair fell in long waves down both sides of her head, obscuring her face from his view.

Next time he would look into her eyes. Next time he would be slow. Next time he’d choose tender and gentle. Not this time.

Desperate for release, Micah pinched her clit between his fingers while he plunged deep into her pussy again and again. He gritted his teeth to keep from screaming so loud he’d startle the horses. His orgasm was intense. Moments after he began shooting himself into her, Kaitlyn stiffened beneath him, her release following right behind his. Her pussy gripped his cock, pulsing him, milking him until he thought it would never end.

And he didn’t care. If he never left this tack room again and they spent the rest of their lives in here naked and fucking like bunnies, he’d die a happy man.

When the tremors subsided, Micah released her clit with a final, gentle brush of his fingertip that made her flinch.

He grasped her hips as he removed his cock from her sheath and eased her to the ground.

She wobbled, unsteady on her feet, but he turned her around and took her mouth in a deep kiss, gripping her waist.

Moments later, he pulled back and set his forehead against hers. He still breathed deeply, unable to get enough oxygen to replenish what he’d lost. He must have been holding his breath while he fucked her.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are when you’re angry?” He smiled. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. Feel free to get pissed at me any time you want.”

“Don’t be an ass about it. You don’t have to gloat.” She grinned. Her cheeks flushed.

Micah glanced toward the shelf next to him and spotted what he needed—a roll of the soft blue paper towels normally used to clean the leather saddles. He grabbed the roll, ripped off a few sheets and handed them to Kaitlyn.

She lowered her eyes. “God, I’m easy.” She looked back up at him. “I’m still mad at you, you know. Just because I can’t control my body’s reaction to your frickin’ lupine pheromones doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed.” She wiped between her legs, cleaning the result of their mating. Even that act was sexy.

He smiled and squeezed her tighter. “Good. I’d hate to think you were a pushover.”

“I’m not. And I meant what I said before. You can’t boss me around.”

“I only want you to be safe. I get scared when you want to leave the house alone. Please understand that.” He raised an eyebrow and wrapped her in his embrace.

She exhaled, relaxing against him. “I get that. But you don’t have to be so highhanded about it.” She pushed back and poked him in the chest with one finger. “The horses will get corrupted by us out here.” She glanced around and shuddered. “God, I feel like an exhibitionist. This is so not like me.”

“Don’t worry. No one would have dared come into the barn after the way we stomped from the house headed this way. My family knows better than to interrupt a newly mated couple, even if they seem on the verge of killing each other.”

She sighed. “We should get dressed anyway. You never know…” She wiggled against him, attempting to escape his clutches.

“I don’t think I’m done with you yet.” He tried to catch her gaze, but she dodged his look.

“Yes, you are. For now, anyway.” She squirmed and ducked right, slipping from under his arms. When she bent to retrieve her clothes, he lurched forward and snagged her panties and bra from the ground.

“Hey, give me those.” She leaped toward him, grasping at air.

Micah stuffed the scraps of lace into his jeans pocket as he grabbed the denim from behind him. “I think I’ll keep these. A souvenir.”

“What? No.” She shook her head. “Hand them over.” She held out a hand and put one foot forward in a stance of aggravation.

His smile broadened. He stepped into his jeans, but had to adjust to get his dick into the denim. The idea of her wandering around sans undergarments made him once again as hard as steel.

“Micah,” she warned.

“Baby, I want you to go naked under your shirt and pants. Do it for me? The idea of your pussy rubbing against your jeans and your nipples abrading your T-shirt gets me so horny.”

She paused, her face a deep red. He could practically see her mind racing with indecision. Did she want to fight him on this issue? Or let it go and try a new experience?

“Trust me to make you feel good. I can sense what makes you hot.”

“Fine,” she consented, but she didn’t meet his gaze. “I’ll try it, but if I don’t like it, please don’t ask me to do it again, okay? I’m gonna feel naked and embarrassed. What if someone sees?” She pulled her T-shirt over her head and he held his breath as the cotton hugged her breasts to perfection.

She had a point there. No one was going to overlook the points of her nipples beneath her shirt. “
Ah, but the jacket
…”

Kaitlyn groaned when he shared that thought. “Great. You win. This time.”

Micah pulled her into his embrace as soon as she had her jeans buttoned. Her nipples poked his chest and he ran his hands under her breasts, caressing her soft skin beneath the cotton shirt. “That’s fucking hot, baby. Thank you.” He kissed her lips and then turned to face the door. “Let’s get this show on the road. I’ll help you with the horses if you’ll do something for me after.”

“What’s that?” She eyed him suspiciously, her head cocked to one side.

“Trust me.”

“Not likely.”

“It’s just a little give and take. You want to spend time training and I want…well, sex. We’ll both get what we want in the end.”

“You say that as if I didn’t have any attraction for you.”

“Oh, I know you do. It’s just you have more willpower than I do.”

“You haven’t told me what I’m going to have to give in exchange. I know it isn’t simply sex. That’s too easy.”

He chuckled. “Nah, it’s not that. You’ll see. Later.”

“Fine.” Her tone was exasperated. “Let’s go.”

Micah was warmed by the fact she took his hand as she led him from the tack room. She didn’t want to break contact any more than he did.

“I am sorry, you know. That I said things that upset you,” he said from behind her. “I didn’t mean them the way they came out, Kait. What I meant to imply was that you’re the most important thing in the world to me, and I don’t want anything to happen to you…ever. It scares me to death that there’s a vampire on the loose. He’ll stop at nothing to take what’s mine. If I get a bit high-handed and bossy at times, know it’s because I…care.” She stopped walking and he stopped short behind her.

When she turned around and tipped her head up, her expression was blank. And then she smiled. “Thank you for apologizing.” She kissed him. A quick peck on the lips that made him fidget. “You know there are better ways of communicating? You don’t have to get all alpha bossy and shit,” she teased. “And stop glaring at Enrique. He’s not a threat to you. He’s my friend. One of the only ones I had growing up. You won’t win favors with me by growling at him.”

Micah swallowed and nodded at her. He wasn’t completely sure she was right about Enrique. After all, the guy just traveled across the country to see her for no apparent reason. Had he really come just because he suspected Kaitlyn had mated a Durham? Or did he travel this far to verify she was taken and he couldn’t have her? It wasn’t completely unheard of for wolves to claim someone who wasn’t a true mate. It happened sometimes. However, if Enrique had such an inclination before today, Micah could only hope it was squelched now.

In any case, it didn’t appear Kaitlyn had ever been privy to any possible crush Enrique may have had on her in the past.

Micah watched as Kaitlyn grabbed the brush from where it had landed on the floor, her ass jutting out as she bent over. It was going to be a long couple of hours, following her around this barn with her nipples poking forward, enticing him to suck them, and her pussy weeping into the fabric of her jeans.

Chapter Eleven

Two hours later, Kaitlyn entered the house through the back door with Micah still on her heels. Brianna and Juliana were bustling around the kitchen, preparing lunch.

Juliana smiled at Kaitlyn. “Hey. You know you don’t actually work for us, right? You don’t have to bust your ass in the barn all day. Things have changed.” Her grin widened. “And welcome to the family.”

Brianna nodded and stepped toward Kaitlyn to take her into a brief embrace.

Kaitlyn’s eyes watered as she glanced around the room. It had been a long time since she’d been part of a real family. One that laughed and joked, ate together, worked together and lived together. It warmed her soul.