Mostly I would've just wanted to replace it with my own.
My lips traveled up his neck, stopping to suck more of his flesh beneath my teeth out of spite. Though Kansas had complained about it, he moaned beneath me now, rotating his hips to get some friction against his dick. He rubbed against me like a cat in heat, and though I wanted to believe I was the cause, I wasn't sure how much of it was an act.
I grabbed his chin with my free hand, and his eyes fluttered open, taking a few extra seconds before he focused fully on my face. "Look at me," I snarled. My breath bounced off his skin and brushed back over my face. "You're with me right now. Wyatt."
"I know who I'm with," he groaned back. He wiggled beneath me like a fish flopping on a dock. "Stop talking and fuck me."
Pheromones formed a dense cloud around his body. I'd been inhaling them for hours, but right now, they poured from him so thick I could taste his desire on my tongue. Fuck, he tasted good. Coupling that feeling with the memory of his dick in my mouth, and I was drooling for him.
He tugged for his hands back, but I kept them restrained. I'd released his chin and reached for his pants.
"I need my hands," he whispered. "Or you need to take your own pants off."
I didn't respond, chuckling quietly instead. He was as fidgety while I manhandled him as he was every other moment. He moved constantly beneath me, and I wondered if maybe it wasn't just a quirk, but something he couldn't stop. I pulled his pants down as I thought, unbuttoning my own after.
Two days ago, I'd gotten hard for him, and that erection had barely ebbed in the days that followed. I'd been so focused on finding Kansas that I'd done nothing to release the pressure, and now I felt tight enough to blow. I snagged one of the packets of lube I kept in my pockets, and though Kansas rolled his eyes when he spotted what I'd grabbed, he appreciated when my slick fingers caressed his tight pucker.
"You would keep one of those handy," he groaned as he bore his hips down against the mattress, trying to force my fingers deeper. I let him find his pleasure for a few moments, enjoying the sight of him writhing in search of what made his body feel good. He wasn't afraid to take it. I didn't need to prompt him or do all the work. Though I wouldn't mind that either. I was a Swiss Army knife in the bedroom, loved fucking and being fucked, but right now, I needed to dominate. My wolf needed to feel this man beneath me. I needed to feel him beneath him, opening for me, at my command.
I worked two, then three fingers inside, pausing to give him time to adjust between. He panted and moaned, squeezing my wrist when he needed an extra second and patting the back of my hand when he was ready to continue. I fingered his hole while my dick throbbed. This time, I wouldn't be left with blue balls for days.
I let go of Kansas's wrists. "Hold onto the headboard," I grunted, and his hands flew above his head to obey. He gripped the top of the headboard while I scooted down, ripping his underwear the rest of the way off his body. His legs spread open, and I reached for one of the pillows, using it to prop his hips up, giving me unfettered access to his sweet hole. I wanted to dip my tongue inside him and spend hours making him squirm, but right now I needed to scratch an itch over two days in the making.
My head tilted, and our lips sealed together as I entered him. His legs wrapped around my hips. "Yes, like that, just like that!" Kansas screamed out his pleasure.
I'd meant to go slow still. I was big. That wasn't arrogance, just a fact, and I didn't want to hurt him. But, he didn't seem anywhere near experiencing pain, and the way his muscles contracted around my length made it difficult to not simply rut into him.
Unless… he wanted that.
I tested my theory, slamming my hips against him so hard my balls slapped against his body. He groaned and clenched. His thighs squeezed my hips, and he gripped the bed so hard his knuckles were white. "Yes!" He lifted his hips toward me, urging me faster, deeper.
I forgot about restraint. No, that wasn't true. I didn't forget. I just crumpled it up and threw it right out the window. Kansas didn't need me to hold back—he wanted my dick, pounding into his body. That was my want as well. The only downside was that my orgasm came far too quickly. I wanted to fuck Kansas all night long, but my balls drew tight.
I sat back, still fucking him, but sitting up more so I could grab his dick. I needed his release as much as I needed my own. The moment my fingers wrapped around his length, his slit opened, spurting ropes of cum between our bodies. Kansas thrust his hips into the air, bowing his back off the bed while pleasure ricochet inside and all around him.
Seeing his release was like hearing a starting pistol. I thrust with a new purpose and soon felt my climax bubbling at the base of my spine. It blossomed out from my core like vines over a wall. I roared, locking my teeth over the hickey I'd given him earlier, and sucked hard. Keeping my mouth busy stopped the words that piled on top of each other against the back of my teeth. Mine. That wasn't normally something I had to temper in these sorts of situations.
I rolled off him, and he searched blindly for the pillow under his hips, throwing it across the room when he found it. "That was… thanks," he said, his tone turning conversational. "Just what I needed."
He hopped off the bed, searching for his clothes. He bent down and popped back up with his torn underwear. "Never mind, no thanks. These were my favorite pair!"
I shrugged, wondering how I could steal those without it seeming weird.
Maybe there wasn't a way to steal someone's underwear without it seeming weird. The inside of my ears itched at a false note while listening to Kansas speak. He clearly wanted to sound unmoved, but he couldn't stop his lip from trembling, the flush from spreading over his cheeks, or the new satisfied gleam in his eyes.
He could sound unaffected all he wanted. That wouldn't change what I had planned for him. Tomorrow, we'd catch the first ferry out and make it back to Walker County where Kansas could start trying to make up for what he'd done. Once, he'd treated me like the fly caught in his web. Now, the tables had turned, and I couldn't wait to make him pay.
Chapter Six
Kansas
The bell over the door rang, indicating my first customers. We'd gotten back into Walker County the night before, and Wyatt had told me to be ready the next day at ten sharp. I'd been ready for him at nine, dressed in the outfit I used to go hunting for marks. The jeans formed over my ass like a second skin. If I was working for only tips, then I needed to use every tool I had available to me.
Wyatt had shown up, freshly showered, wearing dark jeans and a black polo. He'd looked me up and down and grunted, saying only, "That'll do."
He'd brought me down to the bar. It was strange being here after what we'd done. I'd tossed and turned all night thinking about how the room right next to where I'd been sleeping had been the same room we'd fooled around in.
Sleeping with Wyatt in the motel had been a mistake, but a necessary one. Seeing him again, after thinking about him so intensely, had been like a dream come true. I needed to get it out of my system. It was now. Which meant I had no excuse for the way I'd ogled his forearms while he'd quickly explained where everything was behind the bar.
I did a lot of nodding. And ogling. I'd never had a job before. When I'd been a kid in my teens, my uncle hadn't allowed me to work, and then later, I hadn't been able to get a job without an employer wanting a Social Security number or my state identification, neither of which had been possible without immediately being caught.