His to Claim #4: Wild Ones (5 page)

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.” He tried to slow her down, but she pressed aside his hands and then cupped his balls and massaged them as she bobbed faster on his cock.

He groaned, then arched. Hot liquid filled her mouth. She sucked and stroked as he filled her, continuing her attention until she was sure he was done.

She drew his spent cock from her mouth and smiled up at him. “You really did miss me.”

He drew her to her feet and kissed her thoroughly. “You know it.” Then he eased her onto the bed and unzipped her jeans, then stripped them from her. He stared at her tiny panties. “Now let me show you just how much.”

He tucked his fingers under the elastic and eased them down her hips, revealing her clean-shaven mound.

He smiled and stroked over the bare skin, then he pressed her legs apart and glided over her folds. She shivered at the exquisitely erotic sensation.

“You are so wet for me.”

She stroked over his shoulders. “I want you so bad.”

“Well, since you sucked me dry, you’ll have to settle for this right now.”

He leaned forward and lapped his tongue over her slick flesh. She moaned, curling her fingers in his hair and holding him tight to her. His tongue explored her opening, then he found her clit and teased it without mercy. As he flicked and cajoled, heat swamped her senses. She had longed for his touch and now he was giving her everything she needed. She lay back on the bed, moaning.

He slid two fingers inside her and sucked on her clit. As he stroked her inner walls, intense pleasure rose in her. It felt so good to be touched by him.

“Oh, God, yes,” she wailed as she arched against him.

“Show me how you come, Melanie. I want to see your face in ecstasy.”

The pleasure building within her exploded in an eruption of bliss. She moaned, her hands curled around his head as he sucked her sensitive bud. Reality melted as she catapulted to a realm of sweet all-consuming rapture.

Finally, she collapsed back to reality, panting for air.

Storm chuckled, then prowled over her. She had yearned for his big body over hers for so long, and now here he was. His hard cock nudged her opening.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

She wrapped her hand around his big cock, now fully erect, and pulled him harder against her slick flesh. “I am
so
ready.”

He smiled, then drove forward, filling her completely with one thrust. Her passage stretched around him. She squeezed him, welcoming his hardness inside her. And that act sent her over the edge again. At her gasp, he drew back and thrust forward again. Then again. She clung to his shoulders.

“Oh, God, I’m coming again.”

She trembled as he continued driving her pleasure higher and higher.

She wailed, then gasped for air, then wailed again, as he kept pummeling her with bliss. She sucked in a deep breath and moaned long and hard.

Finally, she collapsed against the bed, catching her breath.

He nuzzled her neck, then rolled beside her. He pulled her tight to his body and she clung to him, resting her head against his hard chest.

“That was spectacular.” She brushed her cheek against his skin.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, his lips brushing the top of her head.

“As I said, I don’t know how I stayed away from you for so long.”

***

Storm held Melanie in his arms, not wanting to let her go. Her slow breathing told him she’d dozed off.

When he’d arrived and seen Travis pulling down his pants, standing in front of Melanie, his mind had jumped to the worst conclusion. Melanie had been letting her wild side free and who knew if she might harbor fantasies of having wild sex with more than one man. He might have been walking into the beginning of an all-out gang bang.

Jealousy had sliced through him, but he’d kept calm and given Melanie the benefit of the doubt. When she’d explained, he had believed her. She was clearly telling the truth.

But he still sensed something more. He knew Travis’ effect on women and he suspected that Melanie was attracted to the man. She might want to be true to Storm, but if she had feelings for Travis, even if it was just lust, what would that mean for their relationship?

***

As Storm sat at the table eating dinner with everyone, he could barely drag his gaze from Melanie. Spending time away from the woman had opened his eyes to how much he cared about her. He’d thought he was in love with Jessica, but he knew he was in love with Melanie. But could he convince her of that? And now that Melanie was traveling and embracing her freedom, would she want to settle down with him?

When Melanie finished eating, she smiled at him. “I know you and the guys need to talk about integrating you back into the show, so I’m going back to the room.”

She stood up and kissed him, a sweet brush of her lips, then squeezed his shoulder. “I’ll wait up.”

He held her hand. “You sure you don’t want to join us for a drink first?” He was reluctant to let her go.

She shook her head. “I want to do some sketching, and I know you fellas want to catch up.” She grinned. “And I’m sure having a female there will just cramp your style.”

She turned and walked away and he couldn’t help watching her delightfully swaying ass as she headed toward the door.

“She’s a beautiful woman,” Diego said.

Storm rubbed his chin. “Yes, she is.”

“And very talented. You’re a lucky man.”

Storm frowned. “What do you mean, talented?”

At Storm’s harsh expression, Diego shook his head. “Hey, man. All I meant was she’s quite an artist.”

Storm compressed his lips and nodded. What the hell was wrong with him?

He stared at Diego, who had a raw sexuality women seemed to love. It was one thing to trust Melanie, and he did, but quite another to get comfortable with other men noticing her. Wanting her.

“She’s been creating these artist cards with her original artwork on them,” Diego continued. “They’re for trading, but people at the shows snap them up. I think we should have her do artwork for posters and album covers for the band.”

“That’s a good idea. I’m sure she’d like to see her work get that kind of attention and it would be good merchandizing for the band.”

They paid for dinner, then convened in the bar. After their discussions about the show and how they’d fit Storm back into the tour, they sat back and enjoyed some drinks. After a few hours, Storm excused himself, anxious to join Melanie in bed.

“Hey, man. I’ll go back with you,” Diego said.

When they got outside, Storm hailed a cab and soon they were back at the hotel. Diego had obviously had a few too many. He swayed and Storm grabbed his arm to steady him.

“The elevator’s over here, buddy.” Storm pushed the Up button and when the doors opened, he steered Diego inside.

“Thanks, man. You’re a good friend.” Diego slumped against the back wall as Storm pushed the button for their floor, then Diego noticed his reflection in the mirrored wall beside him and jerked back. “Oh, that’s me.” He leaned closer and stared at himself in the mirror. “You know, I don’t look so good.”

“Ah, man, you’re not going to hurl, are you?”

“Naw.” He swayed a bit, then his expression turned uncertain. “I don’t think so.”

The doors opened and Storm guided Diego through them.

“You know, I’m so glad you’re back.” Diego threw his arm around Storm’s shoulder. “We all missed you.”

“I’m glad to be back.”

Diego stopped walking. “I know you are, man. You’re such a good friend.”

“You said that already, but thanks.”

“No, I mean it.” He threw his arms around Storm and gave him a bear hug. “I love you, man.”

Storm patted his back. “I love you, too.”

Three people walked past them, giving them sidelong glances, as Storm extricated himself from the hold. He guided Diego forward again.

“Let’s get you back to your room.”

Diego’s room was a couple of doors down from Melanie’s. As they passed her door, Diego glanced at Storm.

“Aren’t you staying in Melanie’s room?”

“Yeah, I’m just going to get you settled.”

Diego shook his head. “You know, she is so gorgeous and sweet and …
sexy.
I mean, it was hard …” Then he snickered. “I didn’t mean
it
was hard, but … I mean it
was
.” He chuckled. “But I shouldn’t be telling
you
that.”

Storm’s stomach tightened. He didn’t like that Diego had noticed how sexy Melanie was. Though the man would have to be made of stone not to notice.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Diego?”

They arrived at his door. Diego fished in his pocket and pulled out his keycard, but had trouble fitting it into the slot, so Storm took it and opened the door, then handed him back the card.

Diego stumbled inside, then kicked off his shoes.

“I guess I am. ‘Cause I feel guilty, you being my best friend and all.”

“What are you feeling guilty about?”

“Well, for one, I kissed her.”

Fuck, Diego had kissed Melanie. And he’d been worried about Travis.

“Then, there was the night she showed us her tattoo …”

Storm knew she’d only shown them a picture of it in her sketchbook. Or so she’d said. From the look in Diego’s eyes right now, he was beginning to wonder what had really happened that night.

“Did you kiss her then?”

Diego shook his head. “No. I didn’t.” He gazed up at Storm. “But Travis did. And, man, they were both into it. It’s a good thing you called right then, because I think clothes were about to fly.”