“Shit. Your pussy is so damn tight and hot. I could fuck you all night long and never get enough.” His sweat dripped onto her bouncing breasts, mixing with her own and sliding along her skin.
Once, twice, and on the third thrust, he buried his erection so far in her that his big balls slapped against her ass. Ary could do nothing but ride out her own pleasure, but she forced her eyes to stay open and watch Charlie come long and hard. The dark-blond strands of his hair were stuck to his forehead, and his low rumble of completion that seemed to vibrate the whole room ensnared her. He came and came, his big body straining and his cock twitching in her pussy.
“God, Ary.” He wasn’t looking at her, and his words were low, almost like he was talking to himself. “It’s so…” His whole body shook, and although his orgasm was quite possibly the longest one in history, he never stopped slowly thrusting inside her. With one final groan, he stilled, and his entire huge frame shook as he finished coming. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. There was the sensation of his dick swelling even further, and then a wave of warmth filled her. Beads of sweat dripped down his chest, and the sight was erotically tantalizing. “It’s so fucking good.”
She would never get tired of hearing him say those words or hearing him curse. He could swear all night long, and still she’d want more.
The rumors that the Wylde Brothers were... well, wild... were so far from the truth. Charlie was so much more than that. He was controlling, dominant, and had claimed her in the short time she had been in his presence.
Ary now knew the true depth of how untamed a bear in bed could really be. He collapsed on top of her, and the monumental weight of him pushed her into the mattress. She gasped for air before he mumbled his apology through a chuckle. They lay side by side, their breathing erratic and identical, and neither moved or spoke for several long moments.
When Charlie stood and made his way to the bathroom, she took a second to stare at the perfectly sculpted shoulders, the defined back, and his hotter-than-Hades ass. Wetness slid from her pussy, and she squeezed her thighs together. She was so sore down there that all she could do was smile. Charlie Wylde had ruined her for all other guys. Well, dammit.
Closing her eyes and breathing out as euphoria washed through, all of that was tossed away when she heard his angry curse. “Motherfucker.” The hoarse, furious-sounding voice that came from the bathroom had her pushing herself up and staring at the partially shut door. The sound of water running followed his words, and then he opened the door and stood there for a moment.
He was nude with the bathroom light shadowing the front half of him. Of course she could still see the monster between his legs. Even flaccid, it was impressive. He swore again, tightened his hand on the rag he held, and stalked to the edge of the bed.
“What?” Oh, God. Did he regret it or something? “What’s wrong?” She almost regretted saying the words. He was staring at the mattress for several long moments, so she was starting to become uncomfortable. “Okay, well, maybe I should go?” Why in the world did she phrase it like a question? Oh yeah, because she honestly hoped he asked her to stay the night, or told her he wanted to see her again, or anything that wouldn’t make her feel like an idiot. Before she could move from the bed, he sat down and sighed heavily.
“Fuck.”
She jumped at that lone word. He barked it out, and her skin tightened. What in the hell could be so wrong that would make him this angry?
“It broke.” He turned and looked at her, and the seriousness in his expression had her heart pounding and sweat breaking out across her brow. It only took her a moment to realize what he was talking about. She rushed to the bathroom.
Ary grabbed a towel, got it wet, and started cleaning herself off. Sure enough, that wetness she had felt just moments ago was not from her arousal, but from the damn condom breaking.
Shit and double shit.
This was so not good.
7
Ary knew the odds of this turning into anything were pretty slim, but she also knew her fertile time was only days away. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, she let her head fall into her hands and breathed out. She sensed Charlie before he said anything.
“This is bad.” She was talking to herself but knew he heard, nonetheless.
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
Lifting her head and looking at him, Ary still grew warm in all the right places as he leaned naked against the doorframe. His dick lay against his tree-trunk-sized thigh, and with his arms crossed over his chest and his forearms and biceps bunched and unrestrained, he looked like the dangerous male who had stalked into the bar earlier tonight. She needed to go, like twenty minutes ago.
She stood and walked past him and back into the bedroom. Fuck, her clothes were scattered out in the living room.
“Listen, I’m going to head out.” Maybe she was overreacting, but it didn’t matter either way, because she was suddenly feeling frazzled. She should have gone with her gut and not had a one-night stand. All she could think about was getting pregnant, because she had been wild and reckless and done something so out of the norm, and then being left alone because a male like Charlie surely didn’t stick around.
He was so alpha, so rough and raw around the edges. Would he want her for more than one night? Would he want to be saddled with a female he had a one-night stand with, all because the latex had broken?
Ary shook her head, because it was all a moot point. So what if he had come inside her? And so what if she was far too close to her fertile time for comfort? Nothing would happen, and she was just freaking herself out.
Leaving was sounding better and better, because once she was away from the powerful magnetism that surrounded Charlie, the brighter this night would look. Once she was downstairs and had her clothes picked up and haphazardly put on, Ary turned toward Charlie when she heard him enter the room. The stillness was a heavy presence that surrounded her; not to mention the sudden weirdness that bounced between them. Of course she could have taken the Morning After Pill… if they worked on shifters. But seeing as they didn’t, she was here with the unknown looming down on her.
“Thank you for... tonight.” God, Ary. Smooth. Real freaking smooth. They stood there, neither saying a word. The whole situation had felt so very right at one time, and now it was so very wrong. She turned to leave, but then remembered he had driven.
He sighed heavily and said, “Come on, kitten.” Charlie grabbed his keys off the counter, and she followed him outside. Once she was on the bike with the helmet on, Charlie climbed on. He reached behind him and grabbed her hand, bringing it around his waist then doing the same to the other one. His abs clenched under her hands, and she swallowed. Her arousal started to creep through her body, and she pushed it away.
Everything had gotten so weird between them, and instead of her being curled around his hard body and in his warm bed, she was feeling awkward sitting behind him as he raced down the road. The roar of the engine didn’t soothe her as it did earlier in the evening. They reached Shifty’s quickly, and a part of her was relieved while another part was disappointed. It had been several hours, and she could see her car sitting alone under the streetlamp.
Candace and Melissa had driven together, and Melissa’s car was vacant. Climbing off the bike, she handed Charlie the helmet, but before she could turn and escape, he took hold of her hand and stopped her retreat.