Lycan Redemption (20 page)

“I think we can manage.” He straightened and stared down at her.

She reached out and ran her fingers along his chest, down his abs, then lower, stopping just above where his cock was now straining against his jeans. She arched a brow. “You think so?”

“I have amazing self-control when I put my mind to it.”

“I have good self-control too,” she said indignantly.

“Shall we put it to the test?” He shifted until his body pressed against hers.

“Deal,” she choked out.

He leaned down and treated her to a toe-curling, scorching kiss. “Deal.”

She groaned when he turned and swaggered back to the living room. He was so going to pay for that later.

Chapter Fifteen

“You look absolutely beautiful, dear.” Betty hugged Myka.

“Yes. She does,” Galen said as he walked up beside her.

“Thank you.” She wasn’t used to so many compliments and tried to hide the blush heating her cheeks. “Have either of you seen Patrick lately?”

“I believe he’s helping himself to another piece of cake.” Galen chuckled.

“I better go and make sure it’s the last piece, or you will be up with him all night with an upset tummy, Betty.”

“I’ll go. You visit with Betty.” Galen bent down and kissed her on the cheek before making his way toward Patrick.

“My, my but he is a looker,” Betty said before blushing.

“He is, isn’t he?” Myka ogled him as he walked away.

He’d worn dark jeans, a dark blue shirt with a blue tie that was two shades lighter, and a black jacket—the latter he’d removed a few minutes earlier. She was positive she’d never see another man who could wear a pair of jeans like Galen. His lean hips and perfect ass were swoon worthy, and if she were a maiden from times past, she was sure she’d faint dead away at such a glorious specimen of male flesh.

Earlier, she’d gotten ready at the courthouse to keep Galen from seeing her dress before they got married. While Patrick had proudly walked her down the short aisle to her waiting groom, her knees had nearly turned to jelly when Galen’s heated gaze roamed her from head to toe and back. He made her feel sexy, and she couldn’t wait to get him home. She still owed him for the relentless torture he’d put her through last night with his kisses and caresses, then withholding what she really ached for.

It had been her own fault. She’d been the one who’d wanted to forgo making love last night, the one who’d issued the challenge on self-control. She’d lost terribly. Tonight, however, she planned to make him do a little suffering before she gave them both what they wanted. He wasn’t the only one who could tease mercilessly. Not to mention, she’d enjoy every bit of the playful payback knowing it would end with them both replete and happy.

Although she was no fool. She’d have to remain focused the entire time because one touch of his clever fingers, and she’d go up in flames. Lose all logic thought. Give in to the pleasure only Galen could bring her. When he glanced her way, she smiled wickedly at him. She wasn’t surprised when the corner of his lips turned up in a sexy smile as if he already knew what she was up to.

“I have lots of activities planned for me and Patrick. You don’t worry about him at all.”

Betty’s voice brought her brain out of its lust-induced fog. “I don’t worry when he’s with you. You have been wonderful with him and are a cherished friend to me.”

Tom came up and gave Myka a hug. “Congratulations, Myka.”

“Thank you, Tom.”

“I think you picked a good one.”

“I think so too,” she said.

“Hello, Betty.”

“Hi, Tom.”

“I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night.”

“I would love to, but I’m watching Patrick for the next few days.”

Tom smiled warmly. “That’s no problem. Bring him along.”

“Oh.” Betty grinned, then blushed. “That would be nice.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Tom said before turning back to Myka. “I’m going to go congratulate Galen now.”

She didn’t miss the way Betty watched him as he made his way to Galen. Could there be something going on between Betty and Tom? She raised a brow and smiled. They would make a cute couple, and they both deserved happiness. She couldn’t think of two nicer people as a couple.

Three hours later, after much mingling and laughing, Myka and Galen were saying their good-byes. Myka was sure many of the townspeople would hang around after they left since there weren’t a lot of options for entertainment close by.

“You be a good boy for Betty.” Myka kissed, then hugged Patrick.

“I will be. I always have fun at Betty’s house. I just wish Leroy was still here,” Patrick said.

“I think you’ll have more opportunities to play with Leroy in the future.”

“I sure hope so.”

“Come with me to the truck. I have something for you before we leave.” Galen motioned for Patrick to follow him. “You should come too, Myka.”

She glanced at Betty with raised brows. “What is he up to?”

“You’ll just have to find out, dear.”

They followed Galen, Patrick asking him what he had for him every step of the way, and Galen patiently telling him he’d have to wait and see. When they got to the truck, Galen reached into the bed and pulled out a big, fluffy ball of fur. Patrick screeched in delight when Galen handed him the red hound dog puppy.

“For me?” Patrick cried out as he hugged the puppy that was nearly as big as he was to his chest.

“Yep. All for you.”

“How did you find the time to do this, Galen?” she asked with a smile.

“Tom mentioned something about a place he was delivering hay to that had puppies. When I said I thought that Patrick would love one, he offered to pick this little guy up this morning before the wedding.”

“He’s not such a little guy, but he’s adorable.” She bent and gave him a pet and a kiss on the head. “Look at all of those wrinkles.”

“I’m going to call him Oscar,” Patrick said.

“You can name him whatever you like.” Galen grinned at Myka, and her heart melted.

“Thank you, Galen!”

Galen squatted to his knees, and Patrick jumped into his arms with the puppy. Galen gave him a big bear hug, careful not to squish him or Oscar, then sat them down. “See you in a couple days, kiddo.”

“But I don’t want to leave Oscar,” Patrick said.

“You don’t have to. You can bring him with you,” Betty said from behind Myka.

Myka turned to face her. “That’s an awful lot of work. I can’t impose on you like that.”

“Psht. I already knew about the pup this morning. It was my idea for him to stay along with Patrick. You can’t expect the boy to be separated from Oscar after just getting him.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“I’m positive. Now why don’t you newlyweds be on your way?”

“Thank you.” Myka kissed Betty on the cheek. “You’re the best.”

“Yes, you are.” Galen kissed her on the cheek as well.

“Bye, kiddo.” Galen ruffled Patrick’s hair and patted the pup.

“Bye. Make sure Myka gets lots of rest.”

One of Galen’s brows arched. “Why does Myka need lots of rest?” He glanced over at her.

“Betty said I needed to stay with her for a few days after the wedding because getting married makes you real tired. She said you two will need some time together to recover.”

Galen slid Myka a sly grin. “Maybe Betty is right. Getting married is tiring.”

“Hey!” she protested.

“But I think it’s also because newlyweds need to spend some time alone together to get used to the idea of being married.” Galen smirked.

Patrick frowned and pursed his lips in thought before smiling suddenly. “Yeah. I guess I can understand that.”

Myka kissed and hugged Patrick before he carried Oscar over to Betty. Betty smiled and waved.

“That was wonderful of you. I think Oscar is perfect. I haven’t seen Patrick quite that happy in a long time.”

“It’s time for all of us to be happy, Myka. We’ve all been through enough. Now we have each other.”

“Yes. It is time for us all to be happy. We are going to be a great family. Now, I’m ready if you are, Mr. Soloman.”

He bent down and whispered beside her ear. “I’m more ready than you’ll ever know, Mrs. Soloman.”

The ride home was going to be interesting to say the least. She was going to make sure Galen was as hot as she’d been last night. And the drive back would give her just the right amount of time to get him worked up enough to give him a preview of what he’d done to her last night. Except tonight there would be no stopping. Tonight there would be no holding back.

* * * *

After Galen helped Myka into the truck, he went around to the other side, opened the door, draped his jacket on the headrest to let it hang behind the seat, and got behind the wheel before closing the door. After he started the engine and put it in drive, she promptly scooted close to him and placed her hand on his thigh. She looked down at the simple, but elegant channel set band on her finger.

“I love you, Galen.” She snuggled against his side when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

“I can’t begin to explain how happy you make me, angel. I love you too. You’re more than I deserve. And while you’re all soft and content, snuggled against me and pliant, I wanted to tell you that we are going into town next week and buying a new truck.”

“We’ll see.” She drew tiny circles on his leg with her index finger.

He started to say something else, but suddenly went quiet when she trailed her finger higher until it was a scant inch from his groin. She kept her eyes down, focused on what she was doing, and smiled at his reaction. She loved that she could turn him on as easily as he did her. She drew another small circle, then continued upward, avoiding his cock—just barely—and traced the lines of his abs one by one.

She slid two of the lower buttons on his shirt free, slipped her hand inside the opening, and splayed her fingers over his stomach. His body tensed, and a quiet growl vibrated through his chest under her ear. She rimmed his navel before tracking the thin line of hair that disappeared into the waist of his jeans.

“Myka,” he said gruffly. “You’re killing me here.”

She suddenly stilled her hand, and barely kept a giggle from escaping, when he let out a groan of frustration. She looked up at him and raised a brow.

“The last thing I want is to kill you,” she purred.

“Mykkkka,” he growled.

She sat up on her knees, pulled her dress up to her thighs, then straddled his lap, careful not to block his line of sight on the road. She was happy that the seat was back all the way to accommodate his long legs. It gave her plenty of wiggle room between him and the steering wheel. She bent and nibbled at his ear before kissing his neck.

She breathed him in. He always smelled delicious. His scent comforted her, but at the same time ignited a fire deep inside her. She licked a path back to his ear and whispered, “Is that better?”

“You’re playing with fire, angel. Don’t think that I won’t stop right here in the middle of the road and have my way with you.”

That might worry her a bit if they were on a busier road, but they were well past any other residences. Only her place lay miles ahead, and it was rare to see another vehicle this close to her house. Even the small chance of getting caught might have stopped her a few weeks ago, but she was feeling particularly daring at the moment.

She rocked against him, and moaned when his hard cock nudged against her. Even the layers of clothing separating them couldn’t hide his
enthusiasm
. Wetness seeped between her thighs. Starting out, her intentions had been to tease him, give a little payback for last night, but her plans had suddenly changed course. All she wanted now was for him to bury that thick hardness inside her until she screamed his name.

Desperate to get him inside her, she reached for the buttons on his jeans, but before she could pop more than two open, he stopped the truck and slammed it into park. Her breath hitched when she looked into his glowing eyes.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, angel.”

“Never,” she said right before his mouth crashed down on hers.

His tongue delved inside her mouth, while his fingers tangled in her hair and tugged her head back, allowing him a better angle to deepen the kiss. His other hand traveled over the silk stockings covering her calf and knee, then rested high on top of her bare thigh.

He gave the tie holding her stockings up a gentle tug. “You have no idea how sexy I think garters are,” he murmured.

She moaned in response and slightly tilted her hips, urging his fingers to continue upward on their journey, and he didn’t disappoint. His thumb rested against her clit, and he stroked her back and forth over the panties that were now drenched with the moisture of her arousal.

“So wet just for me,” he said against her lips.

He sucked in a breath when she reached between them and cupped him through his jeans. “So hard just for me,” she whispered. “Take me now, Galen.”

“No need to ask twice, angel.”

Within seconds, he’d popped the rest of the buttons on his jeans and had them around his knees. She gasped when he reached under her dress and ripped her panties off with a flick of the wrist. She shifted up on her knees so the crown of his cock nudged at her slick opening, and he gripped her hips to position her before pulling her down over him.

She cried out as he filled her, stretched her until she thought she’d rip apart. And when her bottom finally rested on the tops of his thighs, a deep shudder shook her body.

“Easy, angel.”

She let the lids she had been squeezing tight flutter open and suddenly felt as if she were falling into the great depths of the glowing hazel of his eyes. But when his lips captured hers, she soared freely, as Galen was her anchor.

The pressure inside her built as he deepened the kiss, and she struggled to get to her knees, but he held her firmly over him, not allowing her retreat. His cock swelled impossibly big inside her, and her need for him grew with every second, every breath, every flick of his talented tongue.

When he broke the kiss, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders in protest.