CoyoteWhispers (5 page)

On the verge of an orgasm, Gordie whimpered, the small sound
swallowed as he drove the kiss deeper. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her
tighter against his straining flesh and pressing into her clit with the perfect
amount of pressure to send her into orbit. Convulsion after convulsion seized
her. Moisture flooded her panties and the aroma of her arousal floated around
them.

He eased back, lightened the strokes of his tongue, and
slowed the thrust of his hips. As the final waves of her climax ebbed away he
pulled his mouth from hers. Breathing hard, Steve tucked her head under his
chin and held her. Gordie struggled to catch her breath and her heart beat hard
enough to bruise her ribs.

“I think we should take this inside, Doc.” With measured
steps he made his way to the door leading into the house.

Gordie didn’t raise her head, didn’t want to see they were
in the garage with the door wide open where anyone could see them. She’d always
known it would be like this. Knew the minute Steve touched her she’d forget
everything and everyone—forget herself.

* * * * *

Steve made it inside and to his room in record time. He was
on a hair trigger and Doc wasn’t helping with the way she’d wrapped herself
around him and kept nibbling on his neck with those sweet lips. Jesus, he
couldn’t remember why he’d thought this wasn’t a good idea yet. There had been
a very good reason to wait until after everyone had gone home but for the life
of him he couldn’t think of it.

They entered his room, a memory of the last time he’d
carried her through the doorway intruded and he ruthlessly shoved it back.
Steve strode across the room, his gaze locked on the bathroom. He kicked the
door shut behind them, the bang echoed off the walls and brought Doc’s head up,
her gaze connecting with his.

“Shower.” Steve ground the word out through clenched teeth
as he set her on her feet. “I’ll bring you some clothes to wear.”

“You’re leaving?”

He closed his eyes, his control held by a thread. “If I
don’t I’m taking you against the wall and I want more time to explore you than
a quick fuck in the shower.”

“But you made me come.”

“Yeah, and I will again, just not yet.” Steve opened his
eyes to see Doc removing her top. The sexy, white lace bra beneath her blue
blouse was made of pure sin. A groan gurgled in his throat. “Christ.”

Her hands stilled on the button of her pants and she raised
her gaze to his. She studied him with her doctor stare. He knew what she was
doing—analyzing, thinking, planning. Damn, that mind of hers was as sexy as her
underwear.

He took a step back, reached behind him for the door handle
and Doc got right up in his face, her hand pressed to the door behind him as
though she could stop him from opening it.

“Get your clothes off now,” she demanded.

Steve smiled. “Back to being disagreeable, Doc?”

“You are not leaving this bathroom before I mark you. I
don’t care if we have sex, I give you a blowjob or a hand job. One way or
another you will leave this bathroom mine as I entered it yours.”

His cock went rock hard. Her take-charge attitude thrilled
him and he couldn’t wait to be on the receiving end of any one of those
suggestions. “Bossy much, Doc?”

“You like it.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

Doc wrapped her hand around his length through his jeans.
“Oh yeah, you like it.”

They stared at each other, gauging who would give first.
Only the fight was one-sided. Her fingers squeezed and stroked him and even
with the denim barrier her touch set his blood on fire. His coyote howled for
him to take what she offered while he fought to keep his civility and not rut
on her like the beast he was. Control snapped and he glanced at his watch.

“I reckon we have five minutes before anyone shows up and it
shames me to say I won’t need that long.” He gripped her shoulders, pushed her
back. “Strip.”

She stumbled, caught herself and kicked off her shoes. Her
pants came next but he missed the unveiling of her panties as he pulled his
shirt over his head. Steve’s breath snagged in his chest when he spotted the
matching underwear. Dear God, she’d kill him without laying a hand on him. He
went to work on his pants, his cock sprang free and Doc dropped to her knees in
front of him, her hot breath bathed the head seconds before she swallowed him
whole.

“Fuck!”

Doc took him in as deep as she could. The crown bumped
against the back of her throat and dragged a groan from his gut. One hand
worked his balls, rolling them, tugging, rubbing the sensitive skin beneath.
The other gripped the base of his shaft, pumping up and down, matching the
rhythm of her mouth. Shit, he wouldn’t last a minute, never mind five. She
undid him, her lips, her tongue, the grasp of her throat, all designed to drive
him out of his mind. He clenched his jaw, his ass cheeks, in his fight not to
come.

Damn, he didn’t want to do it like this. He wanted inside
her cunt, wanted to bathe her womb with his seed and mark her completely as
his. With strength he didn’t think he had, Steve pulled from Doc’s mouth.

“No, not this way the first time.” He tugged her to her
feet. “Turn around, hold the counter and spread your legs.”

She did as asked, even tilted her hips to shove her ass in
his direction. Steve toed off his boots and kicked his jeans aside. Stepping
between her feet, he bent his knees and lined his cock up with her pussy. The
slick evidence of her recent orgasm coated her folds, made the slide inside
easy. He rocked forward, pushed deeper and concentrated on not embarrassing
himself. Heat engulfed him, her tight walls sucking at his length like her
mouth had moments before.

Steve adjusted his feet, brought their bodies more in line
and drove his shaft to the hilt. Doc stood on her toes, thrust her hips back
and met him stroke for stroke as he began to fuck her in earnest. Deep, hard,
long plunges in. Short, sharp retreats. He built the rhythm, pulled her with
him as he sought the peak. Curling over her back, he pressed his chest to her
spine and slid a hand over her stomach to the juncture of her thighs.

He found her clit, hard and protruding from its protective
hood, and circled the wet bundle with a fingertip. Increasing the pressure in
small increments, he pushed her toward release. Her inner walls convulsed, a
ripple of hot velvet along his probing length like a thousand tongues. His sac
tightened, pulled his balls up and Steve knew he was on the verge of coming.
Wanting her with him when he went over the edge he doubled his efforts on the
nub beneath his finger and sank his teeth into the side of her neck.

Doc bucked against him. Her orgasm slammed into both of
them. She squeezed his cock, held it prisoner in her clenching body. Steve’s
balls burst into flame, shooting hot cum through his shaft and filling her
core. Each blast burned his flesh, caused her walls to clamp harder around him,
sucking the breath from his lungs. His knees shook, threatened to collapse, and
he braced his arm, his palm flat on the counter in front of them.

Their chests heaved with their labored breaths, the harsh
sound of rushing air bouncing off the walls around them. He found the strength
to lift up, pull his softening cock from her body and step back. Reaching out,
he turned the water on so they could clean up. They were running out of time if
they wanted to be dressed when the others arrived.

“Come on, Doc, let’s get showered and dressed before company
arrives.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and picked her up off her feet.
She was such a tiny thing compared to him but her size belied her strength.
He’d seen her deal with guys almost as big as him. At the moment though, she
was as weak as a kitten and allowed him to pull her under the running water
without protest.

“It won’t matter.”

He had to lean over to hear her words above the pounding
spray. “What won’t?”

“Whether we’re dressed or not.” She raised her gaze to meet
his. “They’ll all know.”

“Is that a problem?”

She smiled. “No.”

Steve bent down, pressed his lips to hers. A chaste kiss by
any standard, he moved his mouth against hers, brushing back and forth in light
caresses. Their mouths melded, their tongues barely coming into play. Soft and
easy, they came together, their bodies, slick from the shower, sliding, skin on
skin. Hands roamed in gentle sweeps, sending fire through his veins all over
again. Breaking away, he gasped for air and laid his forehead on hers.

“Damn. I’m not gonna get enough of you anytime soon. Good
thing it’s Christmas and you’ve got the next week off because once everyone
clears out tonight I’m getting you naked and in that bed out there and not
letting you up until I’ve had my fill.”

“I’m a little shocked to admit I feel the same.” She stepped
back, breaking their embrace completely. “Let’s get this over with so we can
get on with our week.”

Doc turned her back and bent under the spray to wet her
hair. He reached over her head for the shampoo and handed it to her. Grabbing
the soap he made short work of cleaning up before helping her. Steve ran his
bubble-lathered hands across every inch of her. By the time they were finished
he was sporting a hard-on and wished he didn’t have to deal with the people
arriving any minute even if they were his friends and he’d called them in.

Steve sighed as he stepped out of the shower and snagged a
towel off the rail. He slung it around his hips and picked up a second one for Doc.
She shut off the water and walked into his arms.

“It won’t be long, you know.” She stood on her tiptoes and
kissed the end of his nose.

The action was so surprising that Steve stood paralyzed for
long seconds.

“What’s wrong?” She arched an eyebrow. “Ah. No one’s ever
kissed you on the nose before.”

How did she read him so well? They’d been friends since
she’d arrived in the mountains with her mother all those years ago but still,
she seemed to understand him on a level no one ever had. Always knew when he’d
reached his limit and backed away.

He shrugged. “No actually, they haven’t.”

“Good.” Her lips curled in a smug smile.

“Why is that good?”

“Because it means we get to have a first together.”

“Doc, we’re going to have lots of firsts before we’re done.”
He slapped her towel-covered butt. “Now get a move on. We’ve got guests
coming.”

Steve ushered her out of the bathroom and over to his
dresser. Pulling out a drawer, he found her a t-shirt and sweatpants with a
drawstring waist so she could cinch it tight to hold them up. She put the shirt
on first and the hem came to her knees. If it wasn’t for their expected company
he’d snatch the pants back and make her wear only his shirt.

“Stop grinning. I’m not leaving the pants off.”

There she went again with that mind-reading thing.

“How do you know that’s what I’m thinking?”

“It’s in your eyes.” She glanced up at him as she bent to
pull on the sweats. “You get this look of hunger that my mind has no trouble
understanding.”

“Nice to know I’m so easily read.”

“You’re not the only one. Everyone’s emotions show in their
eyes.” She shrugged. “I guess I’ve just learned to look closely over time.”

“I don’t seem to be able to read you as well.”

“Another thing I’ve learned over the years.”

“What?”

“It’s called a poker face. I learned early to hide my
emotions.”

“I know what a poker face is but why would you need one?”

Her fingers twisted in the bow she’d tied the drawstring in.
Doc may have perfected a poker face but her actions and body posture gave her
away.

“Doc?”

“As a doctor I need to keep my emotions locked away or I’d
never survive my job.”

“You were unreadable long before you became a doctor.” He
studied her, tried to see past the shields in her eyes but as usual, failed.
“You don’t just wear your poker face at work do you, Doc? You have it on all
the time. Why is that?”

She laughed, but the brittle sound held no trace of humor.
“You think I could grow up in this town without hiding how I felt? It’s not
easy being the odd man out when you’re a kid.”

“Gordie, you’ve never been odd man—”

She held up her hand. “Yes I have. No other person has lived
as a human in this town for as long as I did.
Ever.
That alone makes me
odd. The fact I married Anthony when I shouldn’t have, plus what happened
after, just adds to my list of peculiar attributes. I’ve spent years trying to
put all that behind me, there’s no way I’ll drop my guard and risk starting up
another round of whispering for the town to enjoy.”

He pulled her into his arms. “You’re not odd and no one has
ever really looked at you that way. And believe me, you don’t need to do
anything to become fodder for the rumor mill in Whispering Springs. I’ve spent
years listening to the old-timers chatter at your sister’s café and there’s
plenty that goes on in these mountains for them to talk about besides you. Come
to think of it, I don’t think they’ve mentioned you in years.”

Doc laughed and shoved away from him. “You idiot. No one is
game to talk about me in front of you.”

“What? Why?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Because you give the evil eye better than the devil
himself.”

He snarled. “I do not.”

This time when she laughed she doubled over and held her
ribs. Gasping for breath, she said, “Go look in the mirror, you idiot.”

Steve knew what he’d see. There was no controlling the way
he reacted whenever he thought of Doc and he hadn’t bothered to hide that from
anyone since her return to town. And now he’d have the right to show that
reaction. He smiled. Oh yeah, the town would soon know whom she belonged to.

“And don’t go getting that look.”

“What look?”