Page 108 of My UnTrue Love
She bobbed her head, her eyes wide.
“Put Clem back on!” Johnny repeated loud enough that Clementine winced at his screaming.
“Oh, she’spowerfulbusy.” Bill seemed supremely unconcerned about Johnny’s anger. His graceful palm was coated in gel and back between her legs, parting her sensitive flesh like he owned it. “I’m requiring her undivided attention.” Two long fingers sank into her heat.
Clementine saw stars at the territorial caress. It worked great! The lubricant helped her body stretch for him. She grinned, excited and flushed.
Bill made a low sound of approval.
“Your problems will have to wait, Bill.” Johnny wasn’t giving up on his bid for attention. “Clem needs to prioritize her best friend. That’smeand everybody knows it. And what the fuck are you doing with her so late at night?”
Bill stroked his fingers in and out of Clementine’s body, watching the way she arched into his touch. “Well, it’s our wedding night, John. What do you think I’m doing with my new bride?” He disconnected on Johnny’s horrified shriek.
Clementine blinked, trying to think. Hang on… “Johnny is terrible with secrets. He’s gonna tell half the town we’re married.”
“Ya know, that occurred to me, as well.” Bill agreed casually. There was a satisfied glow about him as he bent down to nip the side of Clem’s neck. “But it’s alright. I can tell the other half myself.” His thumb was doing something absolutely magical, rubbing right where she most needed relief.
Her thoughts scattered like marbles on a tile floor. She twisted, wanting even more. Wanting to escape the torment.
“Nooooo.” Bill drew out the word as a croon. “You’re caught, baby. And I like you right where you are.” He held her still and she saw wisps of icy-blue mist rising up from his skin. The coyote was definitely awake and partially out. All parts of Bill were engaged in this. Claiming her.
“Please.” She begged helplessly.
“Please who? Who am I?”
“My husband.”
He liked that. A lot. “Oh fuck yes…” He groaned and kissed her, like he just couldn’t resist.
Clementine felt a surge of power. The man was just as affected as she was. “You know, we’ve only been on one date.” She got out, just to be Bad. “You think I’m the kind of muse who has sex on the first date?”
“I think you’re being ornery again.” He brushed some spot deep inside of her that she hadn’t even known existed. “You know what happens to ornery girls.”
Her body was awakening beneath his touch. Her legs began to quiver with the force of her desire. It threatened to overwhelm her. She instinctively tried to close them to evade the tidal wave of sensation, but Bill’s hand wouldn’t let her.
“Nope.” He held her open, so she experienced each stroke. “I warned you this morning, didn’t I? I said if you shied away from my fingers again, we’d have to graduate to something bigger.”
Her eyes automatically slipped down to his huge erection, and then jumped back up to his face.
“Yep.” He confirmed with a sympathetic nod. “You brought it all on yourself. Now, we’ll go slow, but you’re gonna have to take every inch.”
“I’ve wanted this, ever since I met you.” She blurted out. “It’s crazy how much time I spend, picturing us together in very Bad ways.”
His grin was an artistic masterpiece. “That is music to my ears, wife.”
“I’m just a little bit nervous, is all. I don’t think I got the muses genes that make us super-confident at sex.”
“You don’t have to be nervous.” His lips brushed hers. “You and me are supposed to be right here. I’ve imagined us together, too. So many times. Don’t worry. I’m a Bad man, but I can be a Good mate.”
His fingers touched her deeper than ever before and Clem let out a desperate moan. She relaxed her thighs, opening to his demands. Yeah… Bill would make sure it was right for her. She trusted him implicitly.
“That’s perfect, darlin’.” He murmured, all but purring at her willing surrender. “You just tell me if you feel stressed and we’ll take a break.”
She felt a lot of things. Stressed wasn’t one of them. “Bill.” She breathed in wonder, as he sent her desire higher and higher. With her legs fully parted, he was taking everything and giving even more. Devastating pleasure short-circuited her brain.
“You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen a prettier girl in my whole life. You make me so happy.” He leaned down to kiss her again, deep and hungry. “I can’t believe you’re really mine.”
His possessive, appreciative words were just too much. They made her feel desirable and protected and sent her over the edge.
