To Love a Wolf Page 17

  Landry waited until the last tremors faded before taking away his fingers. She thought for a moment he was going to say something, but instead, he pulled her naked body against him and kissed her hard. Her mouth responded of its own accord, kissing him back even though her mind was too scattered to do much beyond stand there and hold on to his shoulders for dear life.

  When she could think clearly again—as clearly as she could after back-to-back orgasms—she realized that Landry was still wearing his pants. For some reason, that seemed terribly wrong, considering she was completely naked.

  With a moan, she pushed Landry away. Then, while he was confused by why she’d done that, she got her hands on his belt and spun them around so he was the one with his back to the door now. That got his attention, especially when she put a hand in the center of his chest and held him there.

  She lifted a brow. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  He chuckled, relaxing against the door. “Well, now that I have your dress off, I was going to see about moving forward with the next part of that fantasy we talked about earlier,” he said. “You know—the part that involves me taking you up against the wall like an animal.”

  She liked the sound of that so much she almost relented and let him drive. But then she remembered how hard he’d made her come and decided she owed him a little something first.

  “Don’t worry,” she murmured as she reached for his belt. “We’ll get to that part of your fantasy soon enough. But for now, let’s spend time on mine. You know—the one that involves me on my knees in front of you.”

  That stopped him from any further protest. In fact, he helped her yank open his belt and work his pants down his legs. Once she pushed them past his muscular thighs, she didn’t even bother getting them off. She simply let them puddle around his ankles as she dropped to her knees and reached for the straining material of his underwear. Her mouth watering, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, pushing them down to slowly reveal his extremely large, extremely aroused shaft.

  She got his underwear down to mid-thigh, then promptly forgot about it as all of him filled her view. She let out a sigh of pleasure. He had the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen in her life. It was long, thick, and heavy, and even as she watched, a little pearl of essence appeared at the tip.

  She leaned forward to wrap her lips around the head, moaning at how good he tasted. Circling his shaft with her hand, she moved it up his length at the same time her mouth started down. When her hand and mouth met in the middle, she wasn’t sure who moaned louder—her or Landry. Now that she had him in her mouth, she wanted to take him as deep as he could go. And she wasn’t going to let him go until he exploded.

  Everly had never shied away from going down on a guy. In fact, if it was the right guy, it could be downright fun. But with Landry it was so much more than that. She was actually getting turned on from feeling him pulse and throb against her tongue, not to mention hearing him growl and groan in pleasure.

  She wiggled closer, her mouth and hand moving faster as she tried to make him come just as intensely as she had. When she felt him get even harder and throb even more, she knew he was about to climax. But before she could get him there, he slipped his hand in her hair and gently pulled her off his cock.

  “Hey, you were getting close,” she complained. “I was having fun.”

  Cooper chuckled. “I’m sure you were. But what I have in mind is even more fun.”

  Landry kicked off his shoes and pants then made quick work of his underwear before bending to pull something out of the back pocket of his slacks. She immediately recognized a condom packet.

  As she watched him roll the condom down over his large cock, Everly was glad condoms came in different sizes. She had some in her bedroom, but they might be too small. She would need to get some bigger ones.

  When he was done, he looked at her. “But you never said that your fantasy involved you making me come, just that you wanted to rip down my pants and drop to your knees in front of me. And that part, you most definitely did.”

  Tugging her to her feet, he grasped her waist and lifted her up in one smooth motion. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and draped her arms around his neck as he turned and pressed her back against the door. She felt the head of his cock against her and knew exactly which part of his fantasy they were going to be working on next.

  “Is this the part where you take me up against the wall like an animal?” she asked coyly.

  He smiled as he moved his hands under her ass and lifted her so he could wedge the head of his cock against the entrance of her pussy. A moment later, he slid her down on his shaft, eliciting a long moan from her. But rather than sheathing himself completely inside, he stopped after only a few inches.

  His smile turned devious. “Oh, this is most definitely the part where I take you up against a wall—this wall, as a matter of fact.”

  Everly squirmed around a little, trying to slip farther down on his length. But it was no use. He was so strong he could probably hold her here all night.

  “Something tells me that with you doing the taking, this position might become my very favorite.”

  Landry’s mouth quirked, as he let her slowly slide the rest of the way down his long, hard shaft. “Is that right?”

  She opened her mouth to answer, but as she moved down on Landry’s cock, all she could do was gasp—and then gasp some more as she kept going. Was it possible that he might be too big for her?

  Finally, when she thought there was no way she could handle any more, she felt him slip all the way in. She tightened her legs around his waist and dropped her head to his heavily muscled chest, panting. It felt so good, she didn’t want them to move, and yet she couldn’t resist experimenting a little, squeezing and relaxing her inner muscles while Landry held her comfortably against the door.

  “I definitely think this could be my favorite,” she whispered. “This feels so good, and you’re not even moving yet.”

  He flashed her a grin and pressed her harder against the door, burying himself deeper still. “Then I guess I should start moving so we can find out what you really think.”

  He didn’t wait for her to respond. Instead, he held her steady against the door, then pulled back a little and shoved himself deep inside again. She gasped as her body tremored and her pussy spasmed. Everly tried to clench down tightly on Landry’s cock, keeping him from slipping out again.

  No matter how hard she squeezed, she couldn’t prevent Landry from sliding out again, or from thrusting in. She gasped again, almost sobbing at how good it felt.

  With each pump of his hips, Landry moved faster, slipping nearly all the way out, then plunging back in over and over. Everly tightened her arms around him, and when the trembling inside her threatened to make her scream, she bit down on Landry’s strong, muscular shoulder.

  That earned her a deep, sexy growl, and more powerful thrusts.

  She came harder than she ever thought possible. Her climax was one long, continuous orgasm that hit her like waves on the beach, each wave cresting in time with his thrusting.

  She screamed into Landry’s shoulder, sure she’d pass out if this kept up any longer.

  Then Landry groaned, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks hard as he thrust deep inside her and pinned her against the door. He held himself there, his mouth coming down on her neck, his teeth nipping her. She could feel heat flooding her pussy even through the condom.

  She was practically dizzy as Landry repositioned her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, his shaft still hard and ready inside her. She couldn’t imagine she’d be able to make love to him again so soon.

  But apparently, her pussy had other ideas because it was already quivering at the thought of what her man was going to do next.

  Chapter 11

  Cooper wore only his suit jacket and pants home the next morning because his dress shirt had been a ragged mess, along with Everly’s equally shred
ded panties. Thank God no one saw him or that probably would have sparked a lot of questions he didn’t have time for. He still had to shower and change before work. The guys wouldn’t appreciate him coming in covered in Everly’s exquisite feminine scent and reeking of sex. He, on the other hand, thought the combination was delectable as hell.

  He showered off and got his uniform on as fast as he could, then went into the kitchen to grab something to eat. As usual, there wasn’t a whole lot there, so he made do with a bag of Doritos and a can of Cheddar ’n Bacon Easy Cheese. Thank God that stuff couldn’t go bad, or he’d never get his daily allowance of dairy.

  He glanced at his watch as he shoved chips and cheese in his face. It was official—he was late. Damn, he hadn’t been late for work in…well…ever.

  At least he wouldn’t be the only one showing up late. Werewolves couldn’t get drunk or hung over, but they could sure party hard as hell. When he and Everly had left the reception last night, most of his pack had still been there, wooing all the single ladies at the wedding. Cooper doubted any of his teammates had gone home alone. Hell, some of them probably hadn’t gone home at all.

  He grinned as he sprayed cheese on another chip. Last night had been the best of his life hands down. While it had seemed over the last week like the fates were conspiring to keep him and Everly out of bed, last night proved the wait was definitely worth it.

  Neither of them had slept a wink. Every time he thought they were both worn out and couldn’t possibly go again, he’d catch a whiff of her arousal or see some naked body part. His cock would harden for her all over again.

  The best part was Everly was as hungry for him as he was for her. Every time he found himself reaching for her, it was to find her reaching for him. There was nothing she wasn’t up for, as long as it meant they were in each other’s arms.

  Besides up against the wall, they’d made love in her bed, on the floor, on her dresser, on the island in the kitchen, and on the vanity in the bathroom. He quickly learned the where didn’t matter. Being inside her was all that was important. He would never get enough of her. He knew that now with a certainty.

  Yeah, he had it bad for Everly. So bad that he wasn’t sure how he’d found the strength to drag himself out of her bed and leave this morning. If the other guys who’d found their Ones felt like this all the time, how the hell did they get any work done? Never mind that. How the hell did they even come to work? All he could think about was being with Everly.

  He sprayed a mountain of gooey processed cheese on top of a Dorito, capped it with another triangular piece of crispy goodness, and then shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

  As he crunched his way through breakfast, a nagging voice in the back of his head reminded him that everything with Everly wasn’t all cupcakes and rainbows. There was her dumb-ass family to deal with. He still couldn’t understand how her entire family had gone from nice and cordial to get-the-fuck-out in the span of thirty seconds.

  What, did they think he had a few bodies buried in the backyard of his apartment complex? That would have made sense if they would have treated him shitty from the get-go. But they’d been relaxed and chill around him the first ten minutes he’d been there. Then her father had shown off that antique mirror, and it had all gone to shit—without explanation. Hell, he’d even checked to see if his fly had been open.

  With the way her brothers had lined up to block the door, he’d thought for a minute that things were about to turn violent. Fortunately, Everly was too bullheaded and stubborn to let anybody tell her what to do. Her spunk was just one more thing he loved about her.

  He froze with a red-orange chip halfway to his mouth, realizing what he’d just thought. Holy crud, he loved her. I love her!

  Cooper said those three little words out loud a few times, arranging them into different phrases and enjoying the way they sounded as they bounced off the walls of his small apartment. It had been one thing to think she was The One, but to finally realize he was in love with her, well, that was another. He’d never felt anything like this for another woman, and it felt frigging epic.

  He wondered how long he should wait to tell her—he didn’t want to freak her out or anything, but everyone knew women liked to hear it—when he realized that at some point, he would have to say those other three little words.

  I’m a werewolf.

  Cooper couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t play it cool, even when he was getting shot at or blown up. But the thought of standing in front of Everly and telling her he was a werewolf—and possibly having her reject him—filled him with a dread like he’d never felt in his life.

  Sharing their secrets hadn’t been a big deal for Xander and Becker, but that was because the women they’d fallen for happened to be werewolves too. It had been damn near catastrophic for Gage. Mac had flipped out and almost revealed their secret to the whole world. Would Everly handle it any better?

  He liked to believe she would. She seemed like the most stable and even-keeled woman he’d ever met, but he was scared. You never knew how someone would deal with a piece of information like that. If she lost it, it wouldn’t be just his ass that was devastated. The Pack would be in trouble as well.

  Maybe he shouldn’t tell her at all. Did she really have to know everything about him for them to be happy?

  Cooper gnawed on that for a good long while, along with some more chips. When he looked down, he realized he’d eaten the whole bag. Hell, the can of cheese was spewing air now.

  Tossing them in the trash, he washed his hands then guzzled a bottle of orange soda. He’d just grabbed the keys to his Jeep when his cell rang. “I have sucky news and god-awful sucky news,” Dennis said without preamble. “Which do you want first?”

  “Good morning to you too, sunshine,” Cooper said. “Most people start by saying, hey, how are you, but if you insist on being all about the job, let’s start with the sucky and work our way up to the god-awful sucky part.”

  “Jed still isn’t talking,” Dennis said. “But his youngest brother Jackson is. Turns out he was at the house when our bomber showed up there. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the guy because Jed didn’t want to spook the buyer.”

  “That does suck.”

  “Yeah, but while Jackson didn’t see anything, he did eavesdrop on the conversation. And this is the part where things start to really suck.”

  “What do you mean?” Cooper asked.

  “Jackson overheard a lot of words of a military flavor. He didn’t know what half of them meant, but our profilers are sure the bomber is somebody with a military background, maybe even active duty.”

  “Shit.”

  Cooper sat on the edge of the couch. He felt like someone had just let all the air out of his happy balloon. The idea that there was a soldier out there responsible for setting off a bomb that killed a fellow cop was fucked up. It was like fate was forcing him to take sides between the two halves of his life—military and law enforcement. No matter what, it was going to end badly.

  “Yeah, I thought you might say that.” Dennis sighed. “You ready to hear more?”

  “No, but we might as well get the rest of it out of the way,” Cooper muttered. “I can’t imagine how it could get any worse than it already is.”

  “It does,” Dennis said. “At six o’clock this morning, there was another bombing at the industrial area. This one directly targeted the main lobby of a defense firm called Soldier Support Systems Incorporated—Triple S-I for short. No deaths, but the people who arrive at that hour got hurt pretty bad.”

  “What?” Cooper shot to his feet. “Why the hell didn’t you lead with that?”

  “Don’t blame me—you said to start slow. Besides, I’m telling you now. That’s why I called in the first place, to ask if you’d be willing to come over to the industrial area and poke around with me. We’ve already got a field team out there collecting evidence, but I wouldn’t mind your take on the situation.”

  Cooper agreed, but not before cus
sing his friend out for being a complete shithead. Then he hung up and called Xander.

  “I already heard,” Xander said the moment he answered. “Get over there, if they want you, and let me know if you need any help. Try not to step on any FBI toes, huh? We’re trying to rebuild some bridges here.”

  Cooper didn’t have a problem finding the defense firm that had been hit by the bomber. It was surrounded by emergency vehicles—unmarked federal sedans and SUVs making up the majority. News vans and crime scene gawkers filled the nearby parking areas to overflowing, and some enterprising guy with a food truck had shown up. The guy was going to make an ass load. The line already stretched a hundred feet.

  Triple S-I looked more like an ordinary office building than anything associated with the Department of Defense. Other than the big military icon on the side of the building, there was nothing that even suggested what kind of work the company did.

  Cooper ducked under the crime scene tape and made his way to the front entrance. The building used to have a row of big picture windows and glass doors along the front, but the bomb had blown out the glass and most of the wall.

  As he made his way through the debris to get inside, he breathed in the overwhelming odor of hydrocarbons that always hung in the air after an explosion. Back in the day—before he’d been blown to shit in Iraq—he used to love the smell. Now it only reminded him of the pain that came from being temporarily airborne.

  Glass was scattered across the tile-covered lobby. It was everywhere—stuck in the walls, the furniture, even the ceiling. He winced at all the blood. There were spatters and puddles here, there, and everywhere. The only saving grace was that the bomb had gone off before most of the employees had come to work. If it had been later, a lot of people would have gotten killed. It probably wasn’t a coincidence that the garage bomb had been set to go off around the same time. No doubt Dennis would be working that angle.