A Wolf's Contract Page 6

  “Nothing, why?” he replied.

  “Your nothing and my nothing are two different things,” she said, still watching him.

  Kru sighed. “I was thinking about you.”

  “Me?”

  “Yeah. You,” he said. “I am responsible for this. I might not have been the one to pull the trigger, but I agreed to do the job.”

  “You didn’t, though,” she said softly. “Were you a fool to take the job? Yes. But, I know you’re not a bad person, Kru.”

  “You keep saying it, like you know me so well. If your brother had still been alive, I’d have killed him. Don’t doubt me for a minute,” he snarled.

  “If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not working.”

  “You should be afraid. You should be asking me to let you go. To send you to Poppa and let them care for you,” he said, pulling onto the side of the road. “What happened earlier won’t happen again.”

  “Why are you being mean to me?” she whispered. “I know I should hate you. You were going to kill Craven. But I’ve also watched you and known you for a long time. You try to hide. You do stuff for people without them knowing because it’s in your nature. You come off as some tough guy, when all you really are is a broken man.”

  “Shut up, Gabby. You don’t know a damn thing about me.”

  “The hell I don’t,” she spat. “I know everything I need to know about you. I believe in you.”

  “You’re a stupid, stupid girl,” he said, with a shake of his head.

  “Maybe, but at least I know what I’m getting myself into with you.” She slid across the seat and pressed her lips to his. A pained sound emanated from him before he took control of the kiss, feasting on her with each swipe of his tongue. Her body heated. Her sex ached. All she wanted was five more minutes with him. To finish what they started before being interrupted by Fawn and Kalum.

  Kru drew back. His hand cupped her cheek before he made a frustrated sound. “Where I’m taking you,” he stated, changing the subject, “is mine and Fawn’s home. We lived there until everything went to shit.” He didn’t say anything else as he eased onto the road. They weaved through a strand of trees then came to a clearing where a small, what her mom would have called a Sears and Roebuck house sat. A small path of stairs led toward the side of the house to a hidden entryway, while a rock and weathered wood porch greeted her. It hadn’t aged well, but it still appeared inviting, and quaint.

  “It’s adorable,” she said when he finally pulled to a stop off to the side of the house. A picture window filled with potted herbs greeted her as she came around the front of the truck to join Kru. “It’s so different from mesa homes and dirt.”

  “Yeah,” he answered then stilled her before she could step onto the porch. “I mean to make good memories with you here, Gabby. To replace the old, bad ones.”

  She studied his face. The seriousness in his tone made her pause before she ran the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip. “We’re going to make great ones.” The words flew from her mouth before she could stop them. She meant them even if they scared her. Yes, she wanted to be with Poppa and Alicia, however, she also knew Kru could give her a good life. All they had to do was find the person who killed her brother.

  “It’s about time you two got here.” A tall man with model good looks and a slight limp came down the stairs from the hidden part of the house. Another man, menacing in appearance, with his piercing obsidian eyes and long black hair flanked him. He ensnared her with his gaze and she swore he saw straight to her soul. A third, just as big, and just as intimidating as the second man, with knowing brown eyes and long hair in braids, stood on the opposite side of the tall man. “I thought you got lost.” The first man held his hand out to her as he grew closer. “You must be Gabby. I’m Drew Tao and this is Ryker and Gee.” The second man grunted at her in greeting while the man with knowing eyes, Gee, nodded.

  “Hi,” she squeaked. Surrounded by all four men, the testosterone level became a suffocating blanket, smothering her. “Good to meet you.” She tried to meet the other men’s gazes as she shook Drew’s hand but couldn’t quite muster the courage, which wasn’t like her at all.

  “Are you finding everything okay?” Drew asked, drawing her attention away from the scary guy.

  “Kru’s been great. His family is very nice and accommodating,” she answered.

  “How’s your wrist?”

  “Meh. It hurts worse than a scraped knuckle and less than a gunshot wound.” She shrugged. “It’ll pass.”

  “Interesting,” Ryker said. “Kru.”

  “Ryker,” he replied. Standing in front of Kru, she felt his body tense, as though waiting to be attacked. Strange how they both experienced the same visceral emotion with the intimidating man in front of them.

  “If you need anything, Kru knows how to find me,” Drew said, glancing between his companions and Kru.

  “Thanks. I think,” she mumbled, not exactly sure what she’d need from the man, except help finding her brother’s killer. Could they help her, too?

  “We appreciate it, Drew,” Kru answered, placing his hand on her shoulder.

  “Good. Gabby, don’t cause any more trouble. Got it?” He winked at her, easing the tension hovering over them. “Come on, Ryker. We have things to see and people to harass.”

  “You have your work cut out for you, Kru,” Gee said, giving Gabby an amused look. “Good luck.”

  They left the way they came, disappearing around the house. “That was intense,” she said, releasing a pent-up breath.

  “You have no idea.” Kru’s posture changed. He took her hand and led her inside. “There are things you need to know about us.”

  “You’re scaring me,” she whispered as he led her through the house. The place had minimal furnishings and lacked any real…happiness, unlike Kalum’s place which reeked of it.

  “Now you’re scared.” He chuckled softly. “I don’t mean to, I swear it.” He kicked open a door to a bedroom and she stopped. “The only way for me to properly explain things is to show you.”

  “Through sex?” she questioned.

  “Among other ways,” he answered, closing them inside the darkened room. Just like the rest of the house, it, too, had sparse furnishings, but she supposed as long as the mattress wasn’t on the floor and dirty condoms weren’t in abundance, it was better than the clubhouse after a Friday night bender.

  “So, what do you need to show me?”

  “This.” He pressed her to the door, pinning her there. “Don’t move a muscle.” A deep growl rasped from his chest. Goose bumps and a shivered thrill raced down her spine. His nose pressed to her neck and he inhaled. A groan of appreciation chased away the growl and made her heart pound. When his tongue lapped at her flesh, she went weak at the knees.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Tasting my treat.” He sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth with a moan while palming her hip. His firm grip pressed her into the door. A thrill shot through her. Then he nipped at the sensitive skin behind her ear. Gabby yelped and grabbed for the front of his shirt. “You should know, I like my treats super sweet and with a bite.”

  “W-with a bite?” She hated feeling nervous. Nevertheless, the way his body loomed over hers and his erection pressed against her lower belly, she trembled.

  “Oh yes.”

  She gasped as his teeth scraped across her neck. Her pussy spasmed. “Kru.”

  “I love the way you whimper my name. It makes my dick so damn hard.” He grabbed her good hand and pressed it against his groin, cupping his junk. He moaned her name against her skin and her eyes fluttered shut. “Do you know how often I stroked my dick thinking about you?”

  “No,” she murmured, rubbing him through the denim of his jeans.

  “A lot,” he said, pressing kisses to her jaw. “When I came, I shouted your name, and it felt so good.”

  She shuddered and gripped him tighter. Her pant
ies were slick from her arousal. The incessant throb of her clit caused her to squeeze her thighs together to alleviate some of the ache. His mouth claimed hers again. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and ravaged her. His hand cupped her breast while he flexed his hips, rubbing against her. Gabby moaned, pushing her tits into his touch. She worked his belt open with one hand while he continued to devour her with his mouth. She couldn’t think about the ramifications of sleeping with someone like Kru. All she could do was feel.

  He touched her everywhere as she struggled to release his pants. Kru ripped his mouth from hers. His chest heaving as he took a step away. He yanked his jacket off then did away with his shirt. He made quick work of his shoes then shucked his jeans. Commando. “Do you like what you see?”

  Gabby licked her lips. “Oh yes,” she murmured, surprised by her breathless tone.

  He wrapped his hand around his long, thick stalk then stroked himself from base to tip. “Why don’t you come on over here and show me how much you like it?”

  She closed the space between them then went to her knees. Gabby had a moment of trepidation. It’s too soon. As soon as the thought entered her mind, she pushed it aside. The sexual prowess he exuded dimmed the voice of reason, and begged for her to give over to the building lust burning through her veins. “There ain’t a damn thing small about you,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone.

  Kru gave her a cocky grin. “Nope.” He cupped his balls before fondling them. “Stroke me, Gabby. You’re killing me here.”

  Gabby grasped his length and gave him a firm tug. Pre-cum pearled at his tip and she gathered it on the pad of her thumb. Lifting her finger to her mouth, she licked the sticky substance then moaned. His earthy masculine taste exploded on her tongue. She wanted more. Leaning forward, her gaze locked with his as she lapped at him.

  “Mmm,” she moaned.

  “Gabby, you’re playing with fire, beautiful.” His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared when she took the head of his dick into her mouth and sucked. “Fuck.”

  Her name became a mantra with each bob of her head. Holding her in place, he took over, thrusting into her. He snarled. His movements were frantic. Almost like he couldn’t control his need to take her. It turned her on even more. She hummed around him then swallowed. A harsh curse passed his lip and he pulled out. Gabby wiped her hand across her mouth as she looked at him.

  “Stand.” He offered her his hand. “I’ve been smelling your sweet pussy since we’ve been in Lily’s office and I’ve wanted to taste you.” He dragged her over to the bed and sat her on the edge.

  She blushed. If he smelled her, had the others? And, how had he smelled her if she couldn’t? He pushed her down and started at her feet, pulling her shoes off first. “Uh, I can get undressed, Kru. It’s only a broken wrist.”

  “Shh.” He worked the muscles of her calves then ran his thumbs over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. “I’m doing it because I want my treat, remember.” He flicked the button on her jeans then tugged on the zipper. She wore the soft pink panties, mixing the sets delivered with her clothes. “You’re all wet, baby.” He rubbed her clit and the added friction of her piercing sent shards of pleasure through her system. She arched to him, writhing on the bed as his touch dissipated.

  “No. Don’t stop.”

  He didn’t say anything while pulling her pants off then grabbed her panties and pulled them off as well. “Well now.” He spread her legs wide, inspecting her sex. “I like your piercing,” he said, flicking the hoop. “I’d love to chain your piercings together.”

  “Why?”

  He licked her clit and groaned. “So while I’m eating your succulent pussy, I can torture your nipples. With one chain connecting them all, a gentle yank and you’ll scream for me.” He drew her clit into his mouth and hummed around her hard nub. Jolts of exquisite bliss sparked inside her. He placed his shoulders under her thighs and moved forward so his mouth was mere inches from her pussy. He placed kisses to the inside of both of her legs then nuzzled her mound. He inhaled deep and shuddered with a groan. “I’m going to have fun eating your pussy.”

  His mouth latched onto her clit and he tugged her piercing, causing her hips to come off the bed and a strangled cry to pass her lips. Kru splayed his palm on her belly, holding her in place as he swiped his tongue through her folds. Her breath left her in a rush. Everything he did to her, overly sensitized her. He was like a potent aphrodisiac. With each lick and suck, she thrashed under him. He’d barely done anything to cause her to feel so out of control. So close to coming apart. He flattened his tongue against her clit and wiggled it before drawing the hard nub into his mouth.

  Chapter Eight

  Gabby whimpered. Her fingers curled into his hair as she rode his face. Her impending orgasm crashed over her, in harsh, body-shaking waves. He filled her channel with his tongue and doubled his effort. The wet slurping of his mouth turned her on even more. She rode the waves of her release while he continued to feast on her until she was a limp noodle. Placing one last kiss on the top of her sex, he continued upward. He pushed her shirt out of his way then placed kisses over the soft curve of her hip. His tongue swirled around her belly button then traced the line of her other hip.

  After yanking her top off with care shown only for her arm, Kru unclasped her bra and her breasts spilled into his palms. The barbell piercing adorning her nipples glinted in the low light, drawing his attention to her chest. He toyed with them. Her already over-sensitive nipples puckered under his perusal. “You stare at me like I’m a buffet. Like, I’m perfect.”

  “You are.” His hand cupped her cheek and she nuzzled his palm. The way he stared at her. The devotion he lavished her with melted her resolve.

  His whole face lit in a brilliant smile, taking her breath away. The harsh lines of his face disappeared and for a second she swore she saw a glimpse of the boy he’d once been. His mouth latched onto the tight bead, teasing the barbell. She mewled and arched to him, reigniting the pleasure coursing through her. “I don’t know what part I like tasting more. Your pussy or your tits?” He moved over to the other breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  “I don’t know either,” she whimpered. “Do you have to pick?”

  His mouth came off of her with a pop, and he chuckled. “Nope.” He situated her on his bed and reached into the bedside table, grabbing a condom. “One day we won’t need these damn things.” He handed it to her and sat. “Want to do the honors?”

  Gabby ripped it open with her teeth then rolled the disk over his erection. She stroked him a few times, enjoying the way he tensed under her touch and his head fell back on his shoulders. A fine tremor worked through his body. He barked out a harsh curse and stilled her hand. “What’s wrong?”

  “What’s wrong?” He gave a rough chuckle. “I’m ready to blow my load and you’re asking me what’s wrong?” He covered her body then lifted her arms over her head, careful not to jar her injured arm. “I’ll show you what’s wrong. His hips fit between hers. “Several times.” He lifted her leg, wrapping over his hip, then aligned his tip with her entrance.

  He pushed into her in short thrusts, filling her at an excruciatingly slow pace. She wanted to yell at him. Beat his muscular chest with her fists. Wail at him to hurry and fuck her. Instead she took it. She watched the harsh plains of his face relax. Again she swore his eyes changed color, but it was gone before she could ask him anything. He retreated. Only the tip of his erection lay at her entrance then he slammed home. She screamed as she shook below Kru, shocked at the orgasm crashing over her in flashes of color. Her hips jerked against his as he held still within her.

  “Why did you stop?” she cried, digging her fingernails into his arm. “Fuck me.”

  As cliché as it sounded, Kru released the beast. He rutted within her. His hard, pounding thrusts consumed her. The bite of pain turned her on. “Fuck, so tight.” He groaned. “Your pussy was made for me, Gabby. Only me.” He rock
ed into her with a roll of his hips. “I can feel you squeezing my dick. It’s like heaven and hell being inside you.”

  “Oh God,” she whimpered, meeting his thrusts with her own.

  “Fuck, yes,” he grunted. “Get my dick wet.” His lurid words burned her to the quick and she knew for sure by the time they were done, she’d never be able to leave him. With each shift of his hips, she craved him a bit more. His harsh grunts and groans added to the experience. She ran her hand along his spine and felt his muscles tense. Each flex of muscles excited her. When she clawed at him, he grew more intense. It mesmerized her. Enticed her.

  Her release edged closer—wound tighter than a top, she shuddered. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her. “I can’t get enough of you, beautiful.”

  “Please,” she wailed, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  “Say it again,” he growled.

  “Please, make me come.” She palmed his ass and ground against him, rubbing his groin across her clit. She yelled.

  “Ah hell,” he moaned. Releasing her leg, he grabbed her hips and began to slam into her over and over again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. So good. Can’t wait to fill you without anything between us. Shit.” Lifting his hand to his mouth he licked his thumb and placed it against her piercing and began to make small circles. He added pressure with each rotation.

  Gabby’s eyes went wide and he grinned. A predatory gleam filled his gaze as he fucked her in long, strong strokes. “Kru…oh God….” Her head thrashed against the pillow. He kept her on edge before easing off. He did it several times before his grunts turned more urgent. His thumb never left her hard nub, working the small bundle of nerves until she felt like she’d die if he didn’t let her come. “Please!”

  His body covered hers and he buried his face in her neck. He pressed kisses to her throat while rutting deep inside her, touching spots she didn’t know could feel so good. “Give it to me, beautiful. Let me feel you milk my dick. Take me with you.”