Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan
Chapter Three: Surprise, Surprise.
Reluctantly she tried to open her eyes, she'd rather go back to sleep and continue with the passionate dream she was having. She sighed, for if the main character in her dream could be there right now he would take care of the burning desire she felt. Reminiscing back on the few kisses they'd shared, she was convinced anything that could happen beyond those would leave her very, very satisfied.
Turning over, she untangled her legs from the bed sheets and took a swift look at her alarm clock. Dammit, I'm going to be late. The clock showed 11:45; she had overslept.
Throwing the sheets into a heap she made a dash for the bathroom, turning on the shower, quickly brushing her teeth while waiting for the water to get warm, and then hopping under the shower. She cursed again, she would never get her hair dry by the time he would be picking her up. A ponytail it would be then, she decided.
Wrapping the towel around her, she started looking through her wardrobe. He said they may get dirty so frilly things were out of the question. She opted to go for easy stonewashed jeans and a body fitting shirtless white top and some black boots. Dropping the clothes on her bed, she turned back to browse through her drawer with lingerie. Sexy or girlish? she thought, tapping her chin. Deciding on girlish, she removed a light pink set of panties and a half cupped bra.
12:20 the clock showed in her kitchen when she was just tying up her last boot and the intercom buzzed. He was early.
"Hello?" she answered it.
"Your knight in shining armor awaits you," came his reply.
"Gimme a minute, I'll be right down."
"Ok, I'll wait outside."
Barely outside she stopped dead in her tracks. There he was, leaning against a mean looking bike, two helmets ready for use propped up on the seats.
What a sight he was. Leather pants, t-shirt, a pair of well-worn combat boots and a leather jacket hanging loosely around his shoulders as if it was made to fit. His hair was tightly held back by a leather strap and all of it was in black, giving him a dangerous "don't mess with me"-look.
Slowly she made her way over, eyeing him from head to toe, then giving the bike a more thorough look. She recognized the old symbol, it was a Motto Guzzi. One that in her opinion could rival with a Harley any day.
"I see you brought the shining armor with you. I wonder where the knight is?" she asked mischievously.
Getting up from the bike he made his way to her, grabbed her and simply kissed her senseless.
"I forgot my knightly act, I think I'll go for thief in the middle of the night, stealing kisses from harmless ladies," he grinned after breaking up the kiss.
"Harmless?" she sputtered, giving him a familiar mock blow on his shoulder. "I'll show you harmless, mister."
Making a feint attempt to start tickling his sides, he saw the move coming and quickly grabbed both her wrists, dragging them behind her. That quick move made sure she was completely taut against him chest to chest, hips to hips.
"I'd say quite harmless right now, yes," he countered her dare.
But having her so close proved to be yet another challenge to his ever rising libido and after nuzzling her neck, he released her and guided her towards the bike.
"Seeing you love fast cars I assumed a nice bike wouldn't be so much of a stretch," he continued.
"Well, I'm not so sure. Yes to the fast cars and I know my bikes a little, but honestly, I've never been on one," she admitted.
"A first for everything then," he said with a wink, picking up the smaller of the two helmets and handing it to her. "Just make sure that once you get behind me, you keep your arms around me. If we take turns, just lean over like I do, don't try and sit up straight," he quickly explained.
"Ok, I should be able to do that," she answered, placing the helmet on her head.
With a swift move he easily got on the bike and padded on the seat behind him.
"Come on, get on, we don't have all day."
"You were early, mister."
She grabbed his closest shoulder firmly and swung her leg over the machine. She didn't anticipate the longing feeling it would give her, being so close to him, the smell of his leather jacket and his own masculine musk drifting to her. The burning feeling she had when waking up returned tenfold.
He grabbed the one hand on his shoulder and firmly put it around his waist and gestured her to do the same with her other arm. He groaned inwardly, having her so close to him made it a hard struggle for him to keep his wolf down.
Making sure her arms held on to him, he started up the bike and gently but swiftly weaved them through the traffic.
They were going for lunch first, the mere thought of a good steak made his mouth water from hunger. He'd better keep his mind occupied with other things or he would drive them both to his house and they wouldn't leave his room for days. Well not days, they would need some food at some point.
Shaking his head briefly, he then looked around for a spot near the little tavern he had set his mind on going to for lunch. It wasn't a super fancy place, but it was frequented a lot by his kind and he knew they served up a good meal for big and small appetites alike.
He pulled in to a spot nearby, turned off the engine and straightened up a bit. Giving one of her legs a firm squeeze, he motioned for her to get off. If he was honest, he could drive her around like this all day long, feeling her wrapped around him like that felt really good. It was hell for his libido, but he was sure that would be sorted out sometime soon.
"So where are we going?" she asked. She had to break the silence just to give herself some kind of posture. If she didn't, she was sure she would tell him to get them on that bike again and drive home. Thinking that waking up aroused because of him was heated, then this bike ride was pure evil on her.
Her arms wrapped around him, she held on tight, enjoying the wind in her face, his smell drifting towards her the whole ride long. Feeling his strong legs move each time he had to shift gear, leaning with him in each curve of the road, these things furthered her arousal. She could ride like this for ages if it meant feeling him so close.
It wasn't until he squeezed her leg when she realized they had pulled over. She silently got off, removed the helmet and handed it back to Nick. Turning towards the building she wondered where they would be going. She saw his arm coming into view next to her, pointing towards a little tavern. His other arm went around her and held her close to him.
"That's where we're going," he whispered in her ear. "It isn't a big place, but they do serve some delicious food and in portions that will leave you well fed. Not the haute cuisine like portions, they're fine if you want to feed a hamster. I'm a big boy, I need to be able to set my teeth into something decent," he said, then gave her quick nibble on her neck which caused her to burst out in laughter.
"I'm not on the menu, mister!" Fran replied.
"Are you sure of that?" came his quick reply, giving her his already familiar mischievous wink. "I'm always up for desserts you know."
He chuckled seeing her blushing.
"Oh you!" she exclaimed, giving him a side-wards push.
"Come on, let's go eat, I'm starving here," he complained before guiding her towards the tavern.
It wasn't big, but very cozy. She could see some tables in the middle and a large bench that covered a complete wall, from the front to the back, tables in front of it. There were a few secluded booths on the opposite wall and it was to one of those that Nick was taking her.
She felt a bit left alone when Nick took a seat opposite her, she would have loved to have him sit next to her. Although thinking about it, maybe it was best he sat across from her. Reminiscing about their few encounters she was aware their passion could flare up at any second.
A waitress came over handing them both a menu. She gave a courteous nod towards Nick.
"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked while flipping open her small notebook.
"Just some water for me, please," Fran requested.
"A coke for me," it came from Nick.
"Thank you, I'll be right back to take the rest of your order," she announced and turned around, heading to the bar in the back.
She quickly slipped through the door next to it and went to the kitchen.
"Adam?" she called out.
"Yes, what you want?" came the grumpy reply.
"Nick's up front and ... he's not alone," she reported. "They still have to order their meal, thought maybe you wanted to take that order? I'm just gonna fix their drinks."
"You bet I'll take that order, it's been ages since he's been here and I'm curious at his companion. He always comes alone normally. Tell him I'm on my way when you bring them their drinks, have a few things to finish up here, I won't be long," he ended and turned back towards his stoves, moving a few things around and turning some things off.
"Ok, I'll tell him you'll be right there then," she said, then went back to the bar, fixing the ordered drinks.
With the drinks on a plate she made her way back to the table.
"Adam will be right out to take your order," she said, after she placed the drinks on the table. Again she gave Nick a courteous nod, turned and made her way back to the bar.
"Oh dear no," he sighed, "The big guns are coming out."
"Big guns?" she asked.
"Adam owns this place, but he's nosy as hell, and him coming to take our order means he's up to no good," he replied. Nick knew he could easily stop the man from coming over, he was a werewolf just as Adam was. Adam only had one bad habit and that was being too damn nosy for his own good.
Concentrating a bit harder Nick sent out a mental message to Adam Whatever you do, think twice about what you say, she doesn't know what we are yet, consider yourself warned. He was pretty sure Adam got the message, being Alpha Alpha meant he could make a mental link to anyone in his pack and to any other werewolf in his territory, Adam being one of the latter.
"Nosy?" she wondered. "You seem to be well known here, maybe he just wants to catch up?"
"I'm sure he doesn't, he's nosy. I don't come here as often as I used to, but I always came alone," he explained.
Then she got it, letting out a small laugh.
"So he's coming out to check me out then?" she asked.
"Most likely, yeah," he answered. "But sweetie, if he gets too blunt, let me know, ok?"
"Will do, but I can handle him I'm sure."
"Something tells me you can handle him just fine," he admitted, giving her a lopsided grin.
Not long after that Adam appeared at their table. Fran quickly gave him a once over, he was huge in every sense of the word. Light brown hair cut short military style, eyes dark brown like pure chocolate, and his nose was a bit crooked, like it got beaten up one too many times. His torso was proof he either was very gifted by God or he trained at least a few times a week, as he was all muscle from head to toe.
All in all his total appearance would scare many away, but the grin he had on his face and the twinkle in his eyes made it clear to her that he was one of those big mouth, small heart type of men. His voice only added to his menacing appearance.
"Well hello there. Long time no see, Nick, how have you been?" Adam boomed at them. "And who is this lovely lady? I don't think we have met yet," he continued.
First giving Nick a firm slap on the shoulder, which earned him with an angry glare from Nick, he then extended his hand out to Fran. But instead of shaking it, he pulled it up and ever so gently brushed his lips over her knuckles in a swift kiss.
Fran blushed at his bold move, but she pulled back her hand and folded it on her lap together with the other.
"I'm doing fine, Adam," Nick replied sharply, sending him another mental message while he was at it. When I told you she didn't know yet, I also meant she's off limits, so cut off the Don Juan act, she's my mate.
Adam? eyes briefly widened at that little piece of information, but then almost imperceptibly nodded in acknowledgment.
"I've been pretty busy with the company and all its branches," Nick continued, "Ed's been nagging as well about his club, so I spend a bit more time there too. That's where I rescued this lovely lady."
"I'm Fran by the way," she greeted, then sipped from her water again, settling back expecting the two men to continue their conversation, but Adam turned towards her again.
"It's my pleasure to meet the woman who's able to let Nick show up here again," he responded, winking at the same time. "So I'll be a good boy and won't start being nosy 'till the next time he brings you."
That last comment won him another glare from Nick, but he simply let it slide. Adam knew he was a nosy son of a bitch, not much went on in his area he didn't know about and for a good reason. With species mingling he hated when trouble came knocking on his door, so he did his best to avoid it as best he could. But Nick told him enough to know the lady with him was fine, else he wouldn't bring her here.
"Let's get down to business then, what can I get you for lunch?" he went on.
"The usual for me," this came from Nick.
"I'm not sure what to pick, it all looks very delicious. Anything you can suggest?" was Fran's reply.
"If you allow me I could whip something up to surprise you? Be brave," he challenged her.
"Ok, I'll go along with it, surprise me."
"I'll be back before you know it," Adam agreed, then swiftly turning around, making his way back to his personal kitchen heaven.
Fran couldn't help but to let out a relieved sigh, then shook her head.
"He sure is bold," she said to Nick.
"And he was going easy on you, can you imagine how he is when he would have been full on?"
"Don't let me think about that. But I do have to admit, even though he's bold, he does seem to be a nice guy."
"He is, yeah," Nick agreed.
Their conversation stalled for a bit, Fran looking around, taking in the little tavern, Nick keeping his eyes on Fran while drinking in her very being. Just as it was in the car the previous night, they didn't mind the comfortable silence between them.
Not much later Adam returned carrying two dishes, one he placed in front of Nick, the other before Fran.
Nick's plate could easily have fed three adult persons and Fran eyed it suspiciously.
"Are you going to eat all that?" she wondered, not meaning to voice the question but it had escaped her before she knew it.
"I'm sure I can find a good spot for that," he decided with a wink. "It's lunch after all, has to keep us going for a while."
"And this is for the lady," Adam butted in. "Baked potatoes covered with some Italian spices, accompanied with a variety of summer vegetables and some slices of lamb fillet."
Looking at her plate, it looked very tempting and suddenly hearing the rumble she knew her tummy agreed.
"That looks delicious, Adam, thank you," she told him.
Both grabbed their cutlery and got started on their lunch. Fran was unable to hold back a few hmm's in appreciation of the food. Nick scooped up bite after bite without seeming too hasty and clearing his plate with ease.
They finished at the same time even though Nick's plate had twice the food that was on Fran's.
"That was really superb, been a long time since I had such a nice meal," Fran said after she wiped her mouth and placed the used napkin next to her plate.
"Can't agree more, sweetheart. Another reminder I should come by more often again. I'm stuffed," Nick said, patting his own stomach.
They stayed a bit longer, finishing another round of drinks they ordered after they ended their lunch.
"I'll go pay the bill in the back, will be right back, ok?"
"I can pay my share, Nick," Fran offered.
"No you won't, you're my guest," Nick announced with a wink, "So I'm paying. See you at the front in a few.
Back outside they got ready to get on the bike again.
"So where are we going now?" Fran asked.
"That's a surprise, but I'm sure you're gonna like it."
He was already seated when he put his helm in place. Holding out his hand, he helped her get on behind him. Again he put her arms around him. He turned around in her embrace and planted a quick kiss on her lips, then started up the bike and steered it towards the traffic.
Nick was hoping the surprise he had planned would be a good one. An hour before he was meant to pick her up his brother had called informing him he was able to get what he had asked for.
At a lazy speed he maneuvered them out of the city and headed for the same road Fran took last night, only he passed the little gravel path he let her take. Not that far from it was another, bigger road. One he knew very well.
Fran gasped at the sight in front of her. She was looking at a very old three story high mansion. It had vines creeping up on the sides covering the whole outside, just leaving the windows free. At the ground floor it had a porch all around the building and she could see several doors.
But Nick kept on driving past the house and it disappeared from view again. He took them through a lightly wooded area which opened up and had a big barn like building to the side of the clearing.
Nick stopped in front of it, again he straightened up after he shut down the engine. He took off his helmet and placed it in front of him, then turned around and released Fran from hers as well.
"Come on, get off you little vixen and I'll show you paradise," he said.
Slowly she got off the bike, stretching her legs a bit.
"A paradise, in the middle of nowhere, sure," she said teasingly.
He got off the bike as well and gestured her towards the barn. Producing a key from his back pocket of his leather pants, he unlocked the doors and moved aside.
"The honors are all yours, see for yourself," Nick told Fran.
Hesitantly she opened one of the doors and peeked inside. Startled, she turned back and looked at Nick, who just stood there with a grin on his face, awaiting her reaction.
"No way!" she said, turning back and taking another peek inside.
"Yes way. Come, let's open this joint properly," he said. He pulled at the door after he removed her hand from it and opened up the other door as well.
Fran just stood there, her mouth nearly falling open in awe of what she saw in front of her.
Suddenly some lights popped on and she could see all the beauties inside more clearly. One by one, she gave them a quick once over, counting them at the same time. She counted five cars, one of them being covered up, and two more bikes.
Nick stood quietly behind her, taking in her surprised expression. She reacted just the way he thought she would. He moved in and gently wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Now is this paradise or not?" he asked.
"Oh, it certainly is. So you have a tendency for the fast ones as well?"
"It does help spending some time away from the company, going for a ride, let it all go for a while," he explained.
He felt her chuckle just a little, but he was also aware she was anxious to give them a closer inspection, so he released her and gave her a gentle push.
"They don't bite you know, go and have a look," he told her encouragingly.
"You seem to favor the older ones," she noted, slowly making her way towards the first car.
She was very impressed with the small collection he gathered here. It was like he knew which ones were here favorites because she saw every single one proudly presented in front of her. All of them in pristine condition, you could mirror yourself in the paintwork, it was that shiny.
She saw a BMW Z3 convertible, the Jag he had driven last night, he knew which ones to go for, that was for sure. Yet she was curious what was hidden under the green cloth. Fran felt he was walking near her and she felt his hand grabbing hers and leading her to the covered car.
"This would be the main event." he started, giving her hand a light squeeze. "I know it's not the most normal surprise, but let me reveal first what it is. Go on, remove the cloth," he encouraged her.
"You're serious, right?" she replied.
"Yes, I am," he chuckled, "Now look what's under there already."
Stepping forward, she grabbed a corner and slowly pulled off the green cloth.
"Oh my," she gasped, the rest of the words stuck in her throat, "Oh my," she repeated.
Nick just stood there, taking in her startled expression.
"Is that what I think it is?" she finally managed to say, facing Nick again.
"If you think it's a Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500, then yes, you're thinking right then. One from 1969," he replied.
"It does seem battered up though. What are you planning on doing with it?"
"Well therein lies the surprise, just hear me out a minute, ok?" he said.
"Sure, I'm all ears," she answered.
"Without being too forward, I have a feeling we like each other?" he started questioningly.
"Agreeing so far."
"Hearing about your dad last night got me thinking," he said, coming closer again and embracing her.
He looked her straight in the eyes when he finally asked, "Would you give me the privilege to help restore this beauty to her former glory?"
She just stood there in his arms, not sure if she heard him correctly. Did he really ask her if she wanted to work on that car?
"I know I'm being a bit forward here, but I'd really love it if this was something we could do together, I'll just fiddle a bit and I'll let you do the serious work. But I believe this would be a nice thing to do to get to know one another a bit better."
"I don't know what to say, Nick. It's been since the accident," she said, her eyes getting a bit watery thinking back on those times. Could she let all of that lost passion back in? All the past events went by her again, the hurt and heartaches of the accident, the disappointment of her father having to give up his business, eventually the longing to work on a car. She knew now her dad had moved on, she finally realized that last night, thanks to Nick.
Hugging her closer, he gently brushed his lips over her temple.
"Take it as an opportunity to show yourself you can move on from all of it, you've already proven you never lost your love for nice cars, why not let it all back in?" he questioned her, "I wouldn't know anyone better qualified to help me with this."
He didn't really want to push her, but he was confident she could see his reasoning. He felt her relax a little again, after she completely tensed up right after he asked her to work with him.
"I really don't know, Nick. It's been so long," she slowly replied. Letting her head rest on his broad chest, she inhaled deeply a few times hoping to clear her head. It didn't help much that all she inhaled was his masculine smell, he smelled like the forest just after a rainy day.
She was starting to doubt herself again, should she do this or not? In her opinion trust wasn't the issue, he already showed he could restrain himself and that he wouldn't do anything she didn't want to or didn't agree with. He genuinely seemed to like her. Frankly he was as perfect as one could get for being Mister Right in her eyes.
He stood there patiently awaiting her answer, unaware to himself he had started caressing her back, his nose buried snugly in her hair, taking in her scent once more. It was like an aphrodisiac to him and his wolf.
She stirred in his arms, looking up at him with teary eyes. Cupping his face she pulled him down and planted a firm but chaste kiss on his lips.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you, I'm even more amazed you would trust me enough to let me work on one of your cars. I mean, we only met yesterday," she said.
"Yet it feels we know each other longer than just one day," he replied to her swiftly. "So what's it gonna be, to fiddle or not to fiddle?"
"You're inconceivable, you know that? You don't fiddle with a car," she countered. She wiped away the tears in her eyes, took one last deep breath, then looked up at him again. "If you're really sure, I'd be delighted to work on the car."
"It seems we got a deal then," he replied.
He grabbed her firmly around her waist and whirled her around. Giving himself a mental pat on the back, he was happy his little plan worked out. How he was going to handle all the rest was still a mystery to him, but he was fully aware of the fact he couldn't reign in his wolf for all eternity. Pushing these thoughts away for the time being, he just wanted to revel in his current victory.
Putting her down again, he gazed in her eyes, seeing a little spark in there. Lowering his head, he captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss. Simply holding her close to him, he deepened the kiss, exploring her upper and lower lips with little kisses, licks and nibbles.
Moving to her exposed neck he gave it the same attention he gave her lips. Just holding her proved not to be enough anymore and his hands began to travel over her body. Gently he started caressing her spine, lingering a bit at the bottom of her shirt, before slipping his hand under it.
She felt silky smooth and he felt her shiver in response to his attentions. Unable to hide his own excitement he pulled her closer to him, molding her to his own body, letting her feel exactly what was she doing to him.
Vaguely remembering they were in the middle of the barn, he lifted her up quickly, her legs quickly wrapping themselves around his waist, her arms firmly around his neck. He groaned a little, having her so near in such an intimate position wasn't good for the little self-control he was trying to keep.
He moved them over to a work bench and while she clung to him like a baby monkey holding on to its mother, he cleared the working table with one swift move of one of his arms. Everything clattered to the ground, making so much noise in the process it would wake up the dead.
That was quickly forgotten after he set her down on top of it and cozily moved between her legs, his arms around her, pulling her to him. Her legs wrapped themselves around him again and he felt her tugging at his shirt.
Releasing her for a short moment, he shook off his leather jacket. Then helping Fran by holding up his arms, she took off his shirt. Her hands started to explore his broad chest, flicking his nipple each time they passed. Nick just stood there, eyes closed, letting her get to know his body and its responses.
His eyes suddenly shot open when he felt her soft lips making contact with his torso. Little kisses were dropped while she made her way from one nipple to the other, swirling her little tongue around one before sucking lightly on it, then releasing and leaving it with a touch of her warm breath.
He didn't know how much more he could take, but he was resolute with her having her way. She made her way up to his collarbone. With her arms back around his shoulders she made it clear she wanted him to lean a bit lower so she could continue her exploration. He complied, positioning his hands besides her on the table.
She continued kissing her way up, now lingering at the nape of his neck. She could feel the upbeat tempo of his blood pumping through his body. Looking up she saw the clenching of his jaw, making it clear to her he was doing his best to hold back his own passion in favor of hers.
Seeing his struggle she couldn't resist planting a wet kiss right on top of the nerve she saw twitching only moments before. She got a nice rumbling sound as a result, but still he contained himself, letting her be in control. However, his self-control was starting to slip bit by bit.
Kiss by kiss she made her way to his luscious lips, which were slightly parted. She licked the lower one, then gave it a little bite, pulling it more forward, inciting a few more groans from him. Doing the same to his upper lip, she then put her arms more firmly around him and she deepened the kiss.
Blissfully unaware of their surroundings their kisses became more and more passionate, her movements became more urgent, wanting him to touch her. Nevertheless he still tried to hold on to his self-control.
"Nick, touch me!" Fran managed to whisper firmly between two kisses.
Those three little whispered words proved to be his undoing and he grabbed her waist and pulled her as close to him as was physically possible. He gripped the underside of her shirt and tugged at it, making it clear he wanted the garment gone, preferably yesterday. Holding up her arms, he removed it in one swift move.
Leaning back a bit, he felt the need to howl out loud.
"Woman, do you have any idea what you are doing to me?" he said when he saw what she was wearing underneath the freshly discarded shirt. He could look at her like this forever.
Her eyes dark with need and passion, her cheeks blushing for the exact same reason, her breasts heaved rapidly in a half cupped pink bra barely covering her nipples which were clear to see. He felt the urge just to rip off the damn thing and feast on her globes until she couldn't stand it anymore, but instead he moved one hand to the nape of her neck, his other moving to her ponytail.
After a bit of fumbling he managed to remove the hair band she used. Ruffling her hair a little then letting it cascade over her shoulders and her back, a few stray strands tried to cover up her luscious mounds.
"There, that's much better," he said, trailing one of the stray strands of her hair. Luckily for him it led him towards her breasts. Spreading out his palm in between them, he gently pushed her down on the bench.
Teasingly he explored the top sides of her bra cups, barely missing her perky nipples, during which he kept his eyes on her face. He took in the view of her half closed eyelids, her mouth slightly open, her little tongue darting out, wetting her lips more then once in anticipation of what he would do next.
Placing both his hands around her waist, he then slowly moved upwards until he cupped both mounds, his thumbs brushing her still bra covered nipples. Only for a short moment did his eyes leave her face and, to his delight, see that her bra had a front opening clip which he eagerly opened, removing both cups tenderly as if he was opening a priceless relic.
Focusing his gaze on her face again he covered her breasts, making her nipples his main focal point. At the same time he brushed over her nipples with his palms in a circular movement, going up over them, rounding the outsides, then cupping her boobs.
Again he went back to her nipples, this time he took them between thumb and index finger and gave both a light squeeze, which was followed by another total caress and him again cupping both of them. The next pinch he gave her nipples was a little harder, but it had her purring in delight, arching up her back.
Releasing one, he put that one arm around her and lifted her up just a little. Still focusing on her face, he lowered his head and captured the little nubbin in his mouth, sucking on it gently first. Hearing her breathing stepping up another notch he started sucking harder and switched to licking. All this time he kept rolling her other nipple, sometimes pulling at it.
"Nick, please," she whimpered, "I can't take much more," writhing on the bench, she tried to get him closer, making it clear she wanted more, but he didn't give in.
The only thing he did was push himself against her, but it was more a torment than pleasure since both still had all their clothes on from the waist down.
Not giving up he switched, giving her perky nipple the same treatment the other one just got. Relentlessly he started lapping at the little nubbin, making circles around it, mixing in some little bites now and then.
Without releasing her nipple he looked up at her, eyes closed, trying to keep her moans inside, she was biting on her lower lip, a dark blush covering her cheeks.
"Let go, honey, it's ok, I got you," he whispered after he reluctantly released her nipple for a brief moment.
Then he was back on it, giving it his undivided attention, mixing licks, nibbles, kisses and pinches. Wanting her to completely let herself go he started switching from one nipple to the other, repeating the same things over and over.
He knew she was getting closer because by now she had grabbed his head and pushed it against her and the legs around him tightened up as well. Giving her nipples and breasts his focus, he couldn't help but start to move against her.
His pants felt like they were two sizes too small at that very moment. However he made it his goal to make her cum before he took things further. He kept on rocking against her, hoping that it would help her get her own release, while he stepped up the pace on her nipples.
He didn't just suck them anymore. When he did he tried to get as much in his mouth as he could, his treatment becoming a bit rougher, but her moans and whimpers were a sign she liked it.
Her breathing was starting to go faster and faster and she was mumbling. Luckily Nick had the advantage of picking up every word she was saying due to his increased hearing.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she kept repeating in disbelieve, "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Feeling her tense up just a little, he latched on even harder and moved his other hand between them, his thumb quickly locating the upper part of her pussy and started pressing hard against it in the same rhythm he was now assaulting her nipple with. That was just the encouragement she needed to topple over the edge.
"NICK!" she panted, completely tensed up, "Don't stop, more, gimme more."
As long as he felt her trembling under him he kept up his ministrations on her nipples and pussy. After a while he felt her legs around him relax, however she didn't let go of his hair, which she held very tightly.
Pulling backwards on his hair, he could only move up, following her movement. Once she was looking at him she pulled him down again, but not to her breasts, she pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn't a long one because she was still trying to catch her breath after the mind blowing orgasm she just received.
"Nick, I don't know what to say," she whispered, "That was just unbelievable, I didn't think it was possible to cum that way."
"Neither did I, but I sure didn't mind trying," Nick admitted, giving her a mischievous wink.
Realizing she was the only one that came, she gently poked his midriff.
"And what about you now?"
"I'm fine," he tried to say convincingly.
"Somehow I don't believe you," she said, letting her hand travel between them, there where his hand was before. Cupping him and giving a gentle squeeze gave the confirmation to her question.
Already regretting what he was going to say and depriving himself from getting any relief, at least for now, he wanted her crazy for him. Sure he could take things further now and he was convinced both would be completely content, but he wanted to show her, to let her know, how much she already meant to him, how far and how much he would do to make her happy.
"I know, I know," he said, "But today is all about you, sweetheart. So don't worry about me, I'll be fine. It may be temporarily uncomfortable, but I'll manage."
"Are you sure?" she said, reaching for his belt buckle.
With a groan he grabbed her wrist, holding it still.
"Yes, I'm sure. Today is about you, sweetheart. If it was up to me I'd drag you to the big house and wouldn't let you leave my bed for so many days, your friends would have to start that search and rescue you mentioned yesterday."
He pulled her hand aside and around him, doing the same with her other hand. And so they stayed that way for a while, hugging each other closely, both hearts slowly returning to a normal rhythm.
"So if I'm not allowed to play with you, what you say we give that other beauty a quick once over?" she asked.
She knew if she really pushed it she could get him to do more, but she felt he wanted to prove himself to her, to cherish her, to take care of her and love her. Love? she thought, could it be love, this fast? She quickly pushed away that silly idea, but she had to admit to herself that she was very lucky to have met him. Barely two days and it felt like they? known each other for ages.
Reaching next to her, Nick grabbed her shirt and helped her get it back on, then reached for his own. She started pulling her hair back together, but Nick stopped her.
"Let it loose, I like it that way," he explained. "Now come and we'll go see what needs to be done and then we can go up to the main house and discuss what we need and get things rolling."
"That sounds like a plan. Did you have the car for a while already?" she asked.
"Not really, but it helps if you can pull some strings to get certain things done. It only arrived today," he said.
"You surely had to wait a bit for it then? I mean, it's not like these grow on trees that easily."
"As I said, string pulling." Grabbing her hand, he led her to the car, "Now you go looking and see what needs doing up, I'll go grab some pen and paper and write down what you say. Once back at the house I'll work those strings again to get things started."
It took them the better part of the afternoon to find out what needed to be done. Nick really was impressed and his to-do list only grew longer. He didn't care though, it only meant they could spend more time together. By early evening Fran was done and convinced that it was a doable project, it may take some time, but it would be worth it.
Grabbing their coats they went outside. Nick locked up the barn again and got on his bike. Turning around, he helped her get on it and he slowly drove back to the main house. In the meantime he sent out a mental message to all in and near the house not to shift for a while, if they happened to be in wolf form, they had to stay away from the main house.
He knew he was taking a small risk bringing her back to the pack? most inner sanctum, but he wanted her to get to know things rapidly. He knew he was going to have to explain to her sooner or later how things really were and the longer he waited, the more complicated it would get.
By next weekend he hoped he would have told her most of it, he already had arranged to be free most of the coming week. He just had to drop in a few times and sign some needed papers, the company could manage without him for such a short time. He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.
Parking in front of the manor, they got off and went inside.
"Damn this place is huge!" she said.
"It does house a few families, we had it done up a long time ago and made into apartments, just the ground floor is a whole and that is mine. We only share the main entrance," he explained.
"It's really nice Nick, really. And so secluded, I bet you love it here," she said respectfully.
"Yeah we all love this place and its surroundings. We're not that far from the city, yet we have ourselves a little haven here. The lake in the back is a nice bonus as well," he explained further. "But come, let's go to the kitchen, I'll make us a coffee and then we can sort a few things from this list to get us started. If you want a tour of the house you'll have to come back, then I'll gladly let you see every nook and cranny till you get tired of it."
"Ok, ok, lead the way," she said. Following, she did look around and noticed a lot of the house was restored to its former glory, but when they entered the kitchen it was like stepping into another era. It was as high tech as a domestic kitchen could get.
She set herself at the kitchen counter while Nick went behind it and made them some coffee, even managing to produce a packet of cookies, which he placed in front of her. While she waited on her drink she was able to observe him a bit, he moved smoothly, graciously.
He sat down next to her after he poured them a cup of coffee.
"So what do we basically need?" he started, while he pointed to the notepad she had lying in front of her.
"There is a lot to do, but if we have the basic tools we can get far before you have to bring in the bigger stuff or bring it out," she started. "I can take apart most things, clean them up and put them back together. Don't know about the engine, we haven't started her up."
"One second," he interrupted her, "Let me work on a string, then we should know a bit more about the engine." Grabbing his phone, he already had his brother on speed dial and was waiting for him to answer.
"Chris? Hi, it's Nick here. I got a quick question, won't take long," he said with one big breath.
"Hi to you to. What you want to now, bro?" came his quick reply.
"You happen to know if the engine of the Mustang you dropped of here today is in good shape or needs complete changing? We looked the car over, but we didn't check the engine really," Nick explained.
"It's working, but I believe it wouldn't be cross if it got some TLC. It should be fine. So I gather she's liking the car then?" Chris said.
"Yup, she sure is." he answered, giving Fran a little nudge with his shoulder. "But I have to go again, just wanted to know how the deal was with the engine. We're sorting out what needs doing so we can get started on it."
"No problem, I really hope it works out, mate, you deserve it. By the way, I'll be in 'The Vixen' tonight, don't hesitate to drop by if you have time," Chris said.
"Can't promise, little brother, I got plans tonight, but nothing decided yet as to where. Anyways, gotta go now, I owe you one. Catch you later Chris," he ended the conversation.
"Adieu big one," Chris said, ending his side of the conversation.
"Well, we know we can work with this engine, according to Chris it's working fine," he told Fran."Think we got the whole list covered then?"
"Yes, we have. Apart from a new paint job and new seat coverings we can do everything ourselves," she replied. "By the way, nice string pulling."
"He-he, I know, I know. It does help having a brother who knows his way around," he said. "What you say if I drive you home now, that way you can get ready for dinner?" he continued, changing topic.
"That's not such a bad idea. Where do you plan on going?" she asked.
"I'll surprise you with dinner, dress fancy," he replied with a wink. "Afterwards I don't know, Chris just said he'd be in the club tonight, we can go there if you want? I'm sure he's dying to meet you, all though he hasn't said so."
"That sounds great, maybe I could call my friends and meet them there later as well, make it a group thing?"
"Good idea, make sure they tell the bouncer they're coming for the Whelan's. They go straight to our private room then, it isn't so noisy as the booths inside the club."
He got up and stepped behind her, bringing his arms around her. He hugged her gently, pressing her to his chest. Nuzzling her neck, he breathed in her scent again.
"Come on, let's get you home, before I kidnap you to my room, then dinner and the club won't happen at all," he said firmly, more so to convince himself instead of her.
The ride home went smooth and fast, with less traffic during the weekend it was doable driving through the city.
He stopped in front of her apartment building and helped her get off the bike. He twisted his leg over the side but remained seated, pulling her between his legs, hugging her at her thin waist. Looking up to her, she knew what he wanted and brought her head down to receive his gentle kiss.
Giving her a quick pat on her bum, he then turned her around and gave a little push.
"Go on and get ready, I'll be back by eight o'clock to pick you up. Fast or a smooth ride?" he said, giving her the choice of transport for the night.
"Take one guess," was her reply.
"Noted. Now go get ready and remember, something fancy," he said.
"Yeah, yeah. See you later, Nick," she said, and then made her way inside.
Again he waited until he could see any sign she had entered her flat. Then he got back on his bike and drove back to the mansion, fully aware he had to explain why he told them not to shift earlier that day and to get ready as well.
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