The Wolves Next Door (7 page)

Julie
was taking a long, warm and luxurious shower. Naked beneath the spray, her body
tingled so much that each drop seemed to stimulate her every nerve ending.

Closing
her eyes brought images she’d long denied, and needs she’d kept bottled-up much
too long. Her hands lingered on her throat, breasts and in between her thighs,
soaping sensually and wishing it was a lover’s hands that moved over her
instead.

Not
just any lover.
Her
lovers – two of the most physically
irresistible men she’d ever met. Two warm-hearted, patient and exciting men who
made her feel beautiful when they looked at her. She skimmed her hands back up
again, over her belly and up to slightly knead her D-cup sized breasts.

The
rush of the water almost made her miss the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Julie
suddenly sensed the lone figure of a naked man join her in the shower, taking
up the space behind her. Hands, large and deliciously warm, came round tugged
her wandering hands down to her sides. Julie gasped inaudibly at the sensation
of rock-hard, nude male pushing against her from behind. She didn’t look back
but when she glanced down she saw that the arms were dotted with black, tribal
ink. The next instant she heard the rumble of his voice in her ear as his lips
brushed her lobe.

“Every
inch of you is so very beautiful,” Caine growled. “Do you like my hands on you,
baby?”

Julie
let out a soft moan. If he needed confirmation that he could keep going with
his exploration of her thick, curvy frame, then Julie would have thought he
could read body language well enough. Even he could feel the way she trembled
with carnal response to his fingers feathering over the under swell of her
breasts, across the line of her nipples and then sinking down to grip her waist
and push her back against his unmistakably rigid manhood. He nestled his turgid
length right between the fleshy orbs of her ass, where he felt right at home.

Oh
my. Oh, goodness, thought Julie. So long without a man and she was all set to
disintegrate if Caine drifted his hand much lower and simply flicked her clit.
Fighting for control, she instead rested back against his broad, muscular chest
and whispered into the falling shower, “Yes. I like your hands on me. Touch me,
Caine. All over.”

He
groaned in her ear, and a single, long shudder seemed to move through his body
as his fingers tightened momentarily on her hips. Then he spun her round to
face him and kissed her hard, so hard their teeth clashed. She panted, hands
gripping tightly to the width of his upper arms. The world faded away and Julie
caught no more of the sounds or smells of the shower. All she could taste and
feel was Caine, and she drew herself up towards him with total abandon. He
cradled her to him, trailing his lips sensuously from her responsive mouth to
trace her lobe and then her neck with his eager tongue. He bent lower to
explore the hollow that dipped between her breasts, which he now had scooped
together in his hands. Julie felt intoxicated by his touch and the feeling of
his lips on her skin.

Her
hands traced over his powerfully built body, unable to keep from touching his
broad shoulders, muscled torso, the taut leanness of his hips and thighs and
then…oh God. The length and girth of his cock as she encircled him with both
hands made her lightheaded for a moment.

Caine’s
tongue had begun sweeping over her nipple and Julie was whimpering with
pleasure just as Caine let out a guttural groan, his hardness swelling in her
palms as she stroked him. He felt so good in her hands she couldn’t stop her
fists pumping on his impressively long and thick shaft. Just imagining him
sliding inside her wet heat was enough to have a low whine escape her parted
lips.

She
stroked him further, lost in sensation of flesh-coated steel in her hands, only
to feel his hands grab her wrists and draw her fingers gently from him. Julie’s
heart lurched at the deprivation till she heard him groan in her ear that if
she kept touching him like that, he’d lose control before he had the chance to
be inside her.

 “And
I’ve waited too long to have it end too soon. You ready for me, woman?” Caine
asked, at the same time he slid one hand down her belly to cup her mound. Julie
mewled and thrust her hips, spreading her feet to give him better access to her
melting heat.

A
deep, feral sound of pleasure rippled through Caine’s chest as his fingers came
in contact with her unmistakable slickness. He explored her folds with an
insistent, knowing touch. Julie almost blacked out from the ecstasy of Caine
touching her aching center. He teased her now swollen vulva expertly and she
streamed juices all over his hand, making him growl deeply in approval. Julie’s
head fell against his shoulder and she lowered her lips to kiss on his neck.
She savored the scent of his arousal that seemed to escape from his pores. He
smelled fierce, and wild, the steam rising from his gloriously tanned body. She
felt the tension of the muscles in his throat as she nibbled on his skin.

“Harder,
Julie. Don’t be afraid to bite harder. Your teeth feel so good on my neck,” he
groaned. Julie hesitated, longing to give into her strange urge to break into
his smooth flesh with her teeth. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t normally a
biter but she almost couldn’t help wanting to sink her teeth deep into his
flesh, just like he’d instructed. Just then, he thrust one finger deep inside
her and her response shocked her. Crying out, she opened her mouth wide over
his neck and bit, body jerking to the sensation of Caine sliding that one
finger in and out of her hot, wet pussy.

Her
harsh moans of pleasure were muffled against his flesh, her teeth digging deep
enough to break but not quite managing to. Caine slipped a second finger slowly
inside and now there were two, wedged sideways and used to probe her secret
depths. He hooked up into the roof of her tunnel and seemed to release a hidden
spring of bliss that had her throwing her head back and screeching as her whole
body caught fire with lust.

Caine
started with gentle teasing strokes that grew faster, rougher. The sensation of
being shredded to pieces by pleasure would be magnified, Julie knew, when he
finally claimed her completely like she soon found herself imploring him to do.

“Please,
Caine. I need you buried deep inside me. Now.”

“Yes.
Now,” he rasped in agreement, pulling his two fingers out of her with
tormenting slowness and then lifting them to his mouth and sucking hard on
them, groaning deeply. “You taste as incredible as I remember. So tight and
sweet, Julie. And so ready for me.”

Julie
couldn’t agree more; she was so wet and ready she was flooding her thighs with
her liquid want. For a moment, his words about ‘remembering’ how she tasted had
her confused. But there was no time to dwell on it, not when Caine grabbed her
thighs and lifted them up to wrap them around his waist.

“Grab
hold of my shoulders,” he commanded in a voice so thick she could hardly
recognize it. But she obeyed quickly, wrapping her arms around him for more
leverage as she felt his arms hook underneath each of her bent knees, spreading
her wide open to his impending invasion. She let out whimper after whimper and
clung tighter to him like a lifeline. He was so rock-hard all he had to do was
aim his engorged tip to her slit in readiness to plunge into her dripping
passage.

For
the first few moments he rubbed his cap tantalizing against her soaked bundle
of nerves. Staring deep into her eyes, with the water falling through his hair
and making it slick and dark, he looked like a beautiful god and Julie felt a
deep accomplishment that such a fiercely perfect specimen desired her so
powerfully his muscles stood out in high definition as he fought back his need
to rampage right into her depths.

“I
love you, Julie,” he said clearly, his stormy blue eyes filled with passion,
need and a greater emotion Julie felt slayed her right through. 

“Oh,
Caine. I love you too,” she breathed, heart swelling almost to burst out of her
chest. She felt overcome with the tumult of powerfully charged feelings that
her only available outlet seemed to be once again bending to his neck and
biting hard, harder than ever before to fight back the rising agony of pleasure
threatening to tear her to shreds.

Julie
couldn’t have foreseen her almost savage gesture would finally send Caine over
the edge. He lost control and with her name ringing on his lips he gave in to
his need and suddenly thrust hard into her.

Her
shocked gasp turned into a deep, long moan as her lover filled her to immense
proportions. Nails buried into his back, Julie tried to brace herself against
his next thrust, sure it would split her in half. Caine withdrew almost to the
tip and then it bucked forward, pushing deep inside her to the hilt. And this
time he didn’t stop, didn’t pause to let her catch her breath or her senses.
With each moan, each cry and breath that escaped her open mouth, Caine thrust
faster and harder. Oh…oh. Oh! She must have cried over and over, the energy of Caine’s
passion merging and mounting with hers, submerging them in a waterfall of
shared enticement. The angle of each smooth, unbroken plunge of his hard, hot cock
deep inside her seemed to trigger spasm after spasm of micro-eruptions and Julie
sensed she couldn’t outlast him.

Fingers
reaching up to pull at his slick hair, Julie reached for his lips and moaned helplessly
into his mouth. Caine’s breath became ragged as her walls tightened
convulsively on his thrusting shaft. He seemed as close to the peak as she was
and she gloried in her power to bring him to the same mindless pleasure he gave
her. A fountain of heat already began to rise from her center and echoed
through her spine that arched as her body was impaled on his thick shaft again
and again. Caine’s pace began to grow desperate, and a maddening scent seemed
to come off him in waves, making her senses whirl as if with intoxication. It
was musky and hot and ferocious, calling to her inner animal in ways no lover
had ever done. She felt her walls begin to quiver with intense pulse-beats
around him, building the pressure that sent her hurtling to meet her orgasm
while triggering off Caine’s.

Bucking
wildly atop his slightly bent thighs, Julie exploded in ecstasy. Caine’s arms
were the only thing holding her up as she lost all control of her limbs,
suddenly weak and limp. He stayed deep inside her, filling her to the brim with
his explosive eruption of scalding hot seed.

Still
the warm shower cascaded down, leaving them awash in mist and a heat that
couldn’t rival the flames licking at them and welding them as one. Caine didn’t
set Julie back down on her feet till he was sure she could be steady on them.
Then with a flurry of soft kisses, their hands found the soap, which they ran
lovingly over each other. Minutes later they were washed clean and Caine lifted
the now drowsy Julie easily into his arms. Her fingers linked behind his neck
and didn’t let go even when she felt the softness of the sheets as he placed
her gently upon the giving mattress. She was fast asleep moments later,
blissfully sated.

* * *

Julie
had always had sensitive feet and now, feeling fingers begin to massage her
instep tenderly, she opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling for a moment
and tried to get her bearings.

Large,
warm hands wrapped around her ankles and she jerked up on her elbows. Her eyes
widened to find Ryan spread across the foot of her bed. She felt an
irrepressible shiver at the fact that he’d been there all this while and she’d
been blissfully unaware of his presence. She looked around and found there was
no one else in the room with them, but that didn’t keep her blush from stealing
across her face and neck. She was still completely naked, her body temperature
back to normal after the heated coupling with Caine in the shower. A glance at
the bedside clock told her that a couple of hours had passed and she groaned.
Why had they let her sleep so long?

“I’m
sorry I dozed off,” she said sheepishly. The silent Ryan was stroking his
thumbs over her soles and the gentle pressure on her soft, sensitive flesh. Her
legs jerked reflexively, the light touch of his hands exciting not just her
surface nerves, but her secret ones as well. Already, she began to seep from
her greedy folds and she gazed almost wantonly down at the man so casually
draped at the end of her bed.

“You
needed your rest,” Ryan said easily. A wicked glint in his eyes put her on alert
and made her heart pound in carnal awareness. The next second he was trailing
an index finger down her right sole and she whimpered, fighting down a giggle.

“Ticklish,
I see,” Ryan murmured, glancing up with that dark look of heat she always found
so rakish and overpoweringly sexy. Seeing Ryan’s playful side was as thrilling
as it was heart-melting. He moved slowly upwards, dancing his fingers up her
calf till he cupped the back of one knee and lifted her leg so that her foot
was planted flat on the bed. He skipped fingers upwards over the inside of her
thigh and this time she couldn’t help but jump as her belly rippled with
unstoppable laughter.

“Ah,
definitely ticklish there as well,” he said deeply. Julie’s mirth died away as
she became achingly aware of the change of atmosphere as Ryan straightened over
her, propped up by his arms. He was naked, and so was she. And yet Julie felt
no self-consciousness. She felt only like a woman, already in her prime and
comfortable being sexual. She hungrily ran her eyes over Ryan’s magnificent
body. He was pure muscle, with gleaming olive skin and a form that was right
out of a sexy male swimsuit shoot. She itched to trace each hard-packed muscle
and a glimpse she sent audaciously lower found her staring at that part of him
nestled against his dark curly pubes. Her mouth parted in a soft gasp and
instantly, dewy moisture formed at her apex. Like Caine, Ryan was gifted with a
size that would make a god green with envy. She’d always guessed he’d be huge
but seeing the proof made her feel like her fantasies didn’t even do him
justice. Her eyes flew up to meet his and found his deep green eyes darken
almost black; the sinfully long lashes half-hooding his searing gaze.