Geek Chic (2 page)

“I’m not going to be able to coax you into pool sex right now, am I?”

Ken rubbed noses with her. “Not when I’m this hungry, no.”

“Dammit,” she muttered, letting him lead her to the stairs.

“After dinner, baby,” he said. “Food first, fun later.”

* * * *

Ken managed to hold Dewi off until just after dinner. She unleashed her powers of persuasion on him after she closed the bedroom door behind them and then turned on him, dropping to her knees.

This time, she would not be denied. She looked up into his sweet brown gaze as she worked on the button and zipper of his shorts. “Get that shirt off,” she growled. “I want you naked.”

“Ooh, someone’s feisty,” he teased as he pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it to the floor.

She yanked down his shorts, and his briefs, and then let out a soft, satisfied moan echoed by him as she swallowed his stiff cock all the way down to the root.

Settling in, she licked and sucked him, wanting to get him off like that and knowing she’d be able to get him off again later. She’d ached for him all day, their still relatively new mating bond roaring strong and fierce inside her.

When he buried his hands in her hair and fisted it, she let out a happy growl.

“I’m taking over, baby,” he whispered as he did just that, controlling her movements, now fucking her mouth instead of her sucking him.

Like a switch being flipped, that sweet sensation of her soul melting took over. She wrapped her hands around the back of his thighs and held on as he set the pace, the tempo, how deep he eased his shaft between her lips, everything.

Another happy moan escaped her.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “I know what you like.”

Yes, she liked it. Loved it. Loved
him
, loved when he took over. No, this intimacy wasn’t something anyone else would ever witness, but just because she was physically stronger than him didn’t mean he didn’t own her completely.

It was a two-way street, of course. And for the first time in her life, with Ken as her mate, she’d found safety in being able to let go to him, let him be in control of her in this way.

After all, Ken had saved them both against a Prime Alpha wolf bent on killing them, despite a direct standing Prime order from her to Ken not to touch a firearm unless she was teaching him.

Big bollocks, in Badger-speak.

And he was all hers.

Just like she was all his.

Forever.

Closing her eyes, she soaked in the waves of pleasure rolling from his soul as he slowly stroked his cock back and forth between her lips, her tongue flicking at the head and slit as he withdrew just to plunge in again.

Sex with Beck had always been fun, but with him she’d never felt pleasure to the deepest recesses of her soul, the complete emotional satisfaction she got with Ken.

She thought he was going to let her finish him off like that, but once again he showed her who was in charge. With a fist firmly gripping her hair, he pulled his cock from her mouth and urged her to her feet and over to the bed. There, he bent her over the end, face down.

“Hands on the bed,” he whispered in her ear. “And don’t move.”

Need pulsed through her, but disobeying him never crossed her mind. Not out of fear, but out of love and pleasure.

He shoved the hem of her T-shirt up, then pulled her shorts and panties off and dropped them on the floor. Reaching between her legs, two fingers easily slid inside her.

He chuckled. “My poor little wolf is all horny, huh?”

She squirmed her hips against his hand, urging him to finger-fuck her. “Yes,” she gasped.

But he pulled his hand away, drawing a disappointed moan from her.

“Oh, don’t worry.” He stepped behind her, fisting his shaft and working it inside her. Once he was completely buried in her pussy, he folded his body over hers, lacing his fingers through hers and pinning her to the bed.

He kissed the back of her right shoulder. “Who’s
my
mate?” he whispered.

“Me!”

They’d had a near-tragedy early on, when he’d bit her and she wasn’t ready for it, triggering her Prime Alpha to rage to the surface. She’d had to call for Beck to come punch her, to knock her out and derail the ugly chain reaction of events that almost transpired.

But then, after Ken had managed to shoot and kill Endquist despite his own injuries, Dewi had felt a deep, overwhelming hunger to have her human mate mark her.

And he had.

And now, she wanted it again.

He slowly withdrew his cock from her, until just the head remained inside. When she tried to flex her hips and fuck him, he just shifted position, denying her.

“Hold still,” he whispered.

Whining, she complied.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. His lips feathered over her shoulder again.

When he paused, she knew what would happen next, but still wasn’t quite ready when he plunged his cock hard and deep inside her while simultaneously sinking his teeth into the flesh of her shoulder.

Dewi bit down on the comforter to stifle her scream of pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her. Once Ken had realized how hard it made her come when he bit her, he usually did it at least a couple of times a week.

Throaty, satisfied chuckles rumbled through his chest and into her back.

“You have no idea how much I enjoy making you do that,”
he mentally said to her through their bond.

She couldn’t reply, mentally or not. She was too busy trying not to howl with pleasure, which would draw an angry pounding on their door from Badger to keep it down.

He slowly started fucking her as he released his bite and licked the wound. He squeezed her hands, his body pinning hers. The comforter’s fabric rubbed against her nipples, adding to the pleasure rippling through her. She picked up his tempo, matching him, unable to rush him.

He wanted at least one more from her, she knew, and he would hold back until he got it. For a guy who’d had very little sexual experience before they’d met, he’d quickly made up for lost time.

And he never failed to rock her world.

“One more, baby,” he whispered, picking up on her thoughts. “You know me. I’m an overachiever.”

He knew she liked it hard and rough, and that’s what he proceeded to give her, driving his hips against hers, fast and deep until another release spun out of control inside her body.

This time he joined her. He quit holding back, every stroke wringing more pleasure from her body until he finally let out a gasping moan of his own and fell still on top of her.

Winded, they lay there like that for a moment, not moving. Dewi didn’t
want
him to move. It hadn’t taken her long to convince him that she enjoyed it when he took charge like that. No, not every time. But enough that she reveled in it, savored it.

Finally, he sat up and climbed onto the bed, pulling her with him so she could cuddle nestled in his arms.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, now back to her sweet, gentle geek. “
Now
will you let me get some sleep tonight?”

She giggled. She had kept him up late the night before, wanting it long, slow, and hard after they’d had to take a couple of days off from making love. A blessing and a curse of being a wolf, she knew when her safe days were. Getting pregnant wasn’t something she was ready to commit to just yet.

Although now that she had Ken, the idea had pinged her mental radar.

But on the back side of her self-imposed monthly celibacy, which Ken probably saw as a welcomed respite, came her explosive need, manifested in her relentless friskiness the night before.

“Yes,” she said, tracing her fingers along his chest. “Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow. Lots of stuff to do before we go hunt down that deadbeat dad.”

Ken extricated himself from her arms and shut off the lights. He got the covers pulled out from under her and then they snuggled together again in the middle of the bed.

“You sure you need my help?” he asked.

“The extra set of eyes. If the guy runs, Badger needs to be able to drive. I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t think we might need you.”

“Okay. Just keep in mind I don’t have the temperament or skills to be an Enforcer.”

“All we’re asking is for you to be a spotter. That’s it. I wouldn’t ask you to do it if I thought you’d be at any risk.” She realized how that sounded as soon as she said it. “I didn’t mean it like—”

He chuckled, cutting her off. “It’s okay. I knew how you meant it,” he said. “No offense taken. I love you.” He kissed her good night.

“Love you, too.”

Ken quickly fell asleep. Dewi lay awake for a few more minutes, listening to the sound of him breathing, his pulse softly throbbing in her ear.

To her, it was the sound of happiness.

And now, it was the anthem of her life, the chorus of her soul.

Chapter Two

Namiyah Drexler started her morning the way she started pretty much every morning, with her alarm blasting to life at 4:29 a.m. on her dresser on the other side of the room.

And, as she did every morning, she dragged herself out of her bed and walked over to it, shutting it off.

Lord, please give me strength today so I don’t kill anyone. Even if they really deserve it. Amen.

She’d have twenty minutes before she needed to get Da’von up and moving and make sure he was really awake so he could prepare for his classes at Hillsborough Community College. Her little brother was even less of a morning person than she was, but there was no way in hell she’d let him miss school.

Sacrificing her own college education and potential career so she could raise her three younger siblings meant she damn sure wouldn’t let any of them screw up their opportunities.

I don’t know how you did this alone for all those years, Momma.

After shuffling out to the kitchen and getting the coffee started, she climbed into the shower to wake up. Once she ensured her brother was up and moving and would eventually make his way to school, today with Malyah dropping him at their other sister’s house so he could catch a bus, Nami would head for the county’s bus depot, where she’d start her shift. Today was supposed to be her day off, but a friend of hers asked her to swap out with her today and cover her shift.

Even on her days off, or days when she didn’t have to go all the way in to the depot to get her bus, she still arose this early so she could complete chores. Even if she wasn’t driving that day, and was going to work at her second, part-time job as a seamstress. Her friend, Lara, owned a dress shop. They custom made, altered, and sold prom, wedding, and formal dresses, especially for quinceañera celebrations. Nami helped her out doing alterations, sewing, anything she could to bring in extra money.

Wasn’t the kind of pay she knew she would have made had she gotten her degree and become an architect, like she’d originally dreamed of doing. At least she’d kept a roof over their heads, had seen two sisters successfully graduate from college, and one of them get married and start her own family. Lu’ana was twenty-eight and had given birth to a gorgeous little girl who was now two and the light of Nami’s life. Her other sister, Malyah, was twenty-four. She still lived at home, but she’d graduated from USF with an accounting degree. Her income had allowed her to contribute more to the household and eased Nami’s financial burden quite a bit.

Then there was Da’von. Nineteen and headstrong, sometimes their little brother was too much like their worthless father. Last Nami had heard, their father, Jarome Drexler, was still in jail for a variety of gang-related offenses. The last time she’d set eyes on the man seventeen years earlier, she’d been twenty-one, Da’von was a baby of barely eighteen months, and they were burying their mother after her death from aggressive breast cancer.

She supposed that was why, when he was a kid, her little brother had idolized the man he didn’t know. As the eldest, Nami remembered all too well the bullshit their father put their poor mother through. How their mother had prayed night after night for the man to change. How he would periodically show up looking for love, a hot meal, any spare change, and a place to stay, and sweet-talk their mother just to disappear again for months—or years—at a time with no word.

The first gap of ten years, he’d been in jail. He had no sooner got out on parole and moved in with their mother, getting her pregnant with Lu’ana, before he was back to his old ways and evading parole officers while he ran wild with his gang.

Then four years later, back again long enough for Malyah to be conceived. Followed by a five-year gap. Nami had begged her mother not to allow their father in the house, but she wouldn’t hear of it. She was married to the louse and a good Christian. She wouldn’t even divorce him despite the sisters’ pleas.

And then she got pregnant with Da’von.

Followed shortly after by their father’s next arrest.

Fortunately, between the will her mother drew up, and their father signing off on the custody papers from jail, Nami had been able to take over and keep her younger siblings together. There had been times she’d worried the state would try to take Da’von and Malyah away because they were so young, but once she’d landed herself the job as a bus driver for the county HART system, meaning relative job stability and health care benefits, those fears had eventually faded away.

She swore if the son of a bitch ever darkened her door again that she’d skin him alive and hang him out to dry.

But not Da’von. He didn’t know any better. His sisters, rightly or not, had tried to spare him the worst as he grew up. Malyah had been a little insulated from some of it, but Nami and Lu’ana knew the full, ugly truth.

Their father was garbage, and their mother had wasted her life and energy on the man, waiting, praying for him to change.