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  Quietly, but he was totally laughing. Which did all sorts of crazy things to her libido.

  Show him your tail! Her puma suggested.

  The bad thing was, it was starting to seem like not that bad of an idea. But her growing physical response to him did manage to finally stifle her giggles.

  Of course, as soon as she stopped giggling the tension between them grew. Stretched. Should she keep ignoring the bulge in his pants? Because she had wanted to brush out the cobwebs from her vagina and even though she’d gone on a couple of dates she hadn’t done more than that with anyone yet.

  Brock had definitely not been the man she’d imagined breaking her dry spell with, but he was the man currently making her wet. That had to mean something, right?

  “So…” He broke eye contact with her, leaving her feeling a little disappointed. Apparently it didn’t mean something because he was totally going to ignore his own obvious sexual interest in her. Boo. Pout. “I guess this is probably the worst thing to ever happen to you, huh?”

  A surprised laugh burst from her throat. “It’s probably the most dangerous, but so far I wouldn’t call it the worst.”

  “Really?” Now he focused back on her, looking extremely dubious.

  Her smile grew a little more strained now. Dammit. There was a reason she didn’t talk about her past. It made her sad. And mad.

  Smad. It made her smad.

  Since she didn’t like being smad, avoidance tended to work really well for her. Because she was over it. Mostly.

  On the other hand, she didn’t really like the way Brock was looking at her either. Like he didn’t believe she’d gone through something worse than this. Which did kind of make her want to tell him just to prove him wrong.

  ******

  “We’re hiding out in the woods with no food, supplies, or backup while being chased by soldiers who will either kill us or capture us to take us back to be experimented on after stealing our medicine to use for their own purposes, and this isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever experienced?” He knew his skepticism was showing through and he definitely getting under her skin, but come on.

  Strawberry Shortcake, who always acted like everything was sunshine and roses, went searching for even the slimmest of silver linings, and thought happily-ever-afters were real, had been through worse than this?

  Be nicer or she won’t like us. The chiding tone of his bugaboo made Brock feel a little guilty. After all, she was handling all of this pretty well.

  And he was realizing he did want her to like him.

  Maybe more than like him.

  But he couldn’t keep his disbelief completely hidden. Definitely too late now.

  She scowled. Even that looked cute and kind of sexy with her messy hair as she smoothed her hands down her thighs in irritation. Which, of course, drew his attention to her long, sexy legs and their complete lack of coverage.

  “I’ve gone for a lot longer without food and so far we’re not caught, so no, the hypotheticals of the situation are not the worst thing I’ve lived through. If we are killed or captured and then tortured or experimented on, I’ll change my answer.”

  Something about the way her voice quavered immediately convinced him of her sincerity even though she didn’t give any details. Protective rage filled him, his bugaboo growling as well, as he focused on the first part of her statement.

  “How much longer without food?” he asked. They might have only missed one meal, but he didn’t like the idea of her missing any meals. He especially didn’t like the way the light seemed to have dropped out of her face as she shrugged, her expression carefully composed. Even closed off. “What happened to you?”

  Doc sighed. Rubbed her hands over her thighs again. He could tell she was uncomfortable… but he wanted to know. Almost felt like he needed to know. He didn’t know why, but he just wanted to know her and he had a feeling right now he was learning things she kept from most people.

  “My mom passed away when I was fourteen. She was human and she had cancer,” Doc said, not quite meeting his eyes. Brock’s heart ached for her. Obviously she’d loved her mom a lot and losing her had been a big blow. He would have never guessed Doc had lost someone she loved, especially not so young. Around the same age his own life had imploded, although not in the same way obviously.

  Then Doc’s voice changed. Hardened. She didn’t sound like herself at all.

  “About a year later, my dad met another woman. Becky. She… well, she was basically a complete evil stepmother. Totally obsessed with social climbing and she wasn’t very kind.” From the blank way Doc was talking, her stepmother had been more than unkind. Brock felt rage growing inside of him and he scooted closer, slinging his arm around her shoulders. He didn’t know if it was the right thing to do, but she didn’t protest and he felt the overwhelming need to hold her. To offer some kind of comfort. “My dad wasn’t the same man after my mother died and he basically left me in her care. When I was eighteen she tried to arrange a marriage between me and a local wolf alpha. Didn’t care that he was three times my age or that his pack was completely terrified of him or that his last mate had died under suspicious circumstances.”

  The bitterness in her voice was so great Brock felt his entire chest aching. He squeezed her a little tighter and she turned her head, resting it on his shoulder. Which at least made him feel like he was doing something, even though what he wanted to do was go hunt down both her stepmother and this alpha.

  “What happened?” he asked softly, even though he was pretty sure he didn’t want to know the end of the story. Instinctively, he already knew it didn’t end in a happily-ever-after for her. He felt like a total shit for having made the assumptions he had about her. While he couldn’t do anything to change that, he could at least listen. Let her get it all out. The therapist at Lakewood had said that was important.

  “My dad gave me a choice. Mate who Becky thought was a good choice or get out.” The bitter betrayal in her voice was so thick, Brock never wanted to hear her sound like that again. He hauled her onto his lap, ignoring the nakedness of her lower body and hoping he was doing the right thing. Doc snuggled right into him, wiggling slightly on top of his hard cock, which hadn’t gone down despite her story. Being so close to her, holding her, it was unlikely his erection was going anywhere.

  “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into her hair. Not just because he was sorry about what happened to her, but also because he was sorry about all the unkind thoughts he’d had. All the assumptions he’d made. She wasn’t cheery and optimistic because she’d never faced any real hardship—she was that way despite everything she’d gone through.

  Which made her one of the strongest people he’d ever met. Now all he could do was admire her for the very traits which had once annoyed the hell out of him. For a long moment he just held her, trying to ignore his physical reaction to having her on his lap.

  “Hey Brock…” She wriggled again, and he manfully swallowed as his lower body throbbed. Definitely not the time to put the moves on her, not after that sad story. Even his bugaboo wasn’t pressing him for sex—it was fully in protect mode now and ready to kill anything which hurt Doc, physically or emotionally.

  “Yeah?” he asked, trying to shift his hand to where it wouldn’t brush against her silky skin. Much better to place it over her t-shirt, even if that meant resting it against her hip.

  “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

  “I… uh… what?” he stammered as Doc sat up a little straighter, twisting in his lap so she could look at him.

  The sparkle was back in her eyes as she smiled at him impishly. “Cuz I’m pretty sure that’s not a banana.”

  Then the crazy woman—whose mood swings were fucking impossible to follow—grabbed his face, leaned forward, and kissed him.

  Chapter 5

  Doc had to admit, the few times she’d told her sad story to someone, she hadn’t felt anything but angry, sad, and bitter all over again. Al
l of those emotions had come up while she’d been telling Brock too but… somehow it didn’t hurt so bad now. Maybe it was time, maybe it was because she was sitting on his lap and could feel his very nice erection pressing against her bum, but either way she felt safe, protected, and comforted in his arms.

  Which meant as soon as she was done with talking about her past, she started focusing on the here-and-now.

  Right here on Brock’s lap, right now.

  Even better, he kissed her back.

  Thoroughly. Passionately. His tongue twining with hers as his hands pulled her in against him…

  And then suddenly his hands were pushing her away and their lips separated.

  Show him tail!

  Doc was starting to think her puma had the right idea.

  Looking into Brock’s hazel eyes, which were almost glowing with fiery passion, she definitely didn’t understand the hard set of his jaw.

  “Doc…” His voice trailed off.

  “Yes?” she asked, squirming around on his lap some more, trying to get herself around to face him. Unfortunately he figured out what she was doing and apparently didn’t approve because his hands held her in place so she remained sideways instead of being able to straddle him the way she wanted to.

  “We can’t…” He seemed to struggle for the words. Well good. He could struggle, she would seduce. Doc started rubbing her hands over his chest, enjoying the way his muscles flexed as his body responded.

  “Why not?” she asked, as she explored his bare upper body. “We can be quiet.”

  “Yeah but… you’re vulnerable right now and—”

  “Hey!” Doc stopped her sexploration and poked him in his pectoral. Hard. “Bippity-boppity-back the fuck up. You don’t get to decide whether or not I want to have sex, you only get to decide whether or not you want to have sex. And if you don’t want to that’s fine, but don’t you dare try to tell me what decisions I should or should not get to make.”

  He blinked. “Did you just say bippi—”

  “That is not the part to focus on!” she snapped as her cheeks flamed. Oops. She’d seen the phrase on the internet once and she’d used it in her head tons of times, but never actually said it out loud to someone. Of course the person she would first say it to would be the hot guy she was trying to get somewhere with.

  Good job, Doc, very sexy.

  She could feel her puma shaking its head in disgust.

  “So what you’re saying is you want to have sex,” he said finally, his expression blank enough that she didn’t quite know what he was thinking. If it weren’t for the rock hard dick pulsing against the side of her butt, she’d probably chicken out right about now, but she knew he was turned on.

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t have any condoms.”

  “I’m on birth control and I’ve seen all your recent tests, you’re clean. I’m clean, although I’ll understand if you’d prefer not to since I can’t exactly prove it right now.”

  “The only way you don’t want to, is if I don’t want to.”

  “Yes.” Oh good, he was getting it.

  Doc squealed as she very suddenly found herself on her back, caged between two muscular arms, and a very hard, hot male body lowering between her thighs.

  Damn.

  The man might not talk much, but he definitely had throw-down game.

  ******

  While Brock had missed out on a lot of the usual learning experiences when it came to women, there was one thing he was absolutely sure of—when a woman used the tone of voice Doc just had, do not argue.

  Since she wanted the same thing he did, that just seemed like good advice all around.

  Now all he had to do was pleasure her, protect her, and keep both of them quiet enough that they didn’t give away their location just in case their pursuers were still hunting around in the woods even though the sun was pretty much gone. Mission accepted.

  Lowering his head, this time Brock kissed her.

  Good! Yes. Mount her. The urgings of his bugaboo lined up very nicely with his desires—and hers.

  She responded to his kiss immediately, her hands sliding through the hair on his bare chest, making his body tingle as she worked her way up to his shoulders. Curving her fingers, she pulled him down atop her, making him grin as he kissed her. He wouldn’t have expected Doc to be so aggressive in the bedroom, but he didn’t mind at all. It was pretty hot actually.

  Long legs came up to wrap around his waist, and he grunted as she pulled more of his body against hers, doing his best not to crush her with his weight. She wriggled underneath him, the perfume of her arousal filling the air with musky sweetness as she moaned against his lips.

  Brock braced his weight on one arm so he could use his other hand to slide up the front of her shirt, finally getting a handful of her soft, perfect breasts. The hard tip of her nipple pressed into his palm as he massaged the pliable mound and made her moan again. When he shifted the position of his hand slightly, so he could pinch her nipple between his index-finger and thumb and roll the tender bud, she writhed beneath him, growing almost frantic as he touched her.

  The urgent noises she was making in the back of her throat sounded like half-purrs and half-growls, her hands moving back down his front to the opening of his pants.

  This time when he pulled away from their kiss, he could see how wild her eyes had become, her lips swollen from kissing and her cheeks flushed with desire and heat.

  “Slow down,” he growled under his breath. “It’s not a race.”

  “Six months,” she snapped back. “It’s been six months since I’ve had sex, Brock. If you take your time, I’m going to scream and we can’t do that right now.”

  Six months?

  His poor Doc.

  Alright, she had a good point. Screaming would be bad. Although he could think of a few ways to keep her quiet.

  But he didn’t want to torture her either.

  Normally Brock liked to take his time, to thoroughly and meticulously learn a woman’s body and all her pleasure spots. Since he hadn’t exactly gotten to do the normal teenage explorations, he had a few hang-ups over his ability to pleasure a woman. Taking his time usually meant he could do it right.

  Obviously that wasn’t going to work for Doc right now, so he’d have to improvise.

  “Fuck…” He hissed out the word as she got her hand in the front of his pants and her fingers wrapped around his cock.

  “Yes, exactly, fuck me,” she ordered him.

  Okay, he could figure out a way to work with this so that they were both happy.

  ******

  The hard, throbbing shaft in her hand had a nice weight to it, making Doc feel even more anxious to have it inside of her. She’d jumped from smad to sex and she wanted Brock on top of her and inside of her now.

  Not only was she incredibly horny, she didn’t like feeling smad. Sex was a good way to wipe that away.

  Plus, Brock was the first male she actually wanted to have sex with, even though she’d been on multiple dates with other men in the past few weeks.

  Even the danger didn’t turn her off. If anything, it made her more sure she wanted to do this. On the off chance she was killed tomorrow, she really didn’t want to regret not having taken advantage of the opportunity with Brock tonight. Just saying. It was a scary world out there.

  Fortunately, he seemed to realize she didn’t want to go slow.

  Should have presented tail.

  Yeah, yeah… but then she wouldn’t have been able to pull him down on top of her. And he felt really nice on top of her. Plus, with her butt up in the air and her hands on the ground she would have been completely at the mercy of his pace. Which was definitely not as fast as the pace she wanted.

  The tip of his cock pressed against her wet entrance and Doc moaned, rubbing him up and down her slit as she arched her back, getting him ready.

  Considering how long it had been for her, and how big he was (definitely bigger than her usual toys), i
t was going to be a tight fit.

  “Fuck, Doc,” he muttered under his breath, bowing his forehead down to press against hers as his hips lurched forward, thrusting into her.

  She cried out a little and he immediately caught her lips in another kiss, muffling the sound.

  The stretch of her inner muscles was delicious.

  Her whole lower body felt like it was tingling, throbbing, as Brock reversed directions and then thrust forward again, going deeper inside of her. It felt so good. There was just no way to explain how much better real flesh felt than a toy.

  More intimate.

  More fulfilling.

  Especially when she could wrap her legs around him, feel the comfort of his weight on top of her as he began to thrust, slow and steady, working himself into her tight hole as she writhed underneath him.

  Releasing her from the kiss, he trailed his lips over her throat and then down to her breasts, using his hands to push the shirt above the mounds so he could kiss, nibble, and suck to his heart’s delight.

  Apparently Brock had a lot of delight to give.

  Reaching up to cover her mouth with her hand, trying desperately to keep quiet so he wouldn’t stop what he was doing, Doc let herself drop into the pool of sensations he was eliciting. Even her puma was quiet as they both relished Brock’s touch on her body, the way he felt moving inside of her.

  He sucked at her nipples, alternating between them as he used long, slow strokes to fill her with his cock. The hand not propping himself above her ran up and down her sides, stroking and caressing, and eventually moving down to cup her ass and pull her up to an angle which allowed him to thrust even deeper inside of her. Doc practically sobbed with the pleasure as he rubbed his groin against her sensitive lips, completely burying his cock in her pussy.

  It felt so good, and she was so sensitive and needy from her lack of sex in the last six months, that she found her orgasm coming faster and harder than she would have ever expected. Except that Brock was moving too slowly again.

  Relinquishing her hold over her mouth, she abandoned the attempt to keep herself quiet and reached for him. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she pulled him toward her, using her heels to push him into thrusting faster.