“You’re not at the right time.”
“Can you scent that?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’ll know when you’ll conceive.” He ran a finger down to her stomach. “If you don’t want to risk it, I’ll wear a condom during your time.”
Her smile brightened. “I’ve got my own personal clock without counting the days.”
“Yeah. I’ll be more sensitive during your time of the month.” She’d be starting her cycle next week. He wasn’t about to tell her that yet.
She slammed her lips down on his. “Fuck me. I don’t want us to leave this bed until we have to.”
Pressing deep inside her, Ben groaned not wanting it to end.
He grew harder with each kiss. She rubbed her breasts against his chest until he was rock hard inside her.
In one quick move Ben turned her until she was knelt in front of him with his cock pressing deep inside her from behind.
“Ben?”
“Trust me.”
Pulling out of her tight cunt, he watched his cock slick with their combined releases ease out of her. In a slow movement he pressed back inside her. She was snug, and it took every bit of control he had not to just pound her cunt. Coating his fingers with their leaking juices, he pressed the tip of his finger to her ass.
She tensed, and he pressed his cock forward, filling her heat.
After he thrust several times Heather relaxed. He pushed the finger past the tight muscles until she took his entire finger to the knuckle. Ben pumped the digit in time with his cock.
In no time at all, Heather was fucking back onto him. Her tits hung in front of her, begging for his attention. He wished he had more hands. She moaned.
“I’m going to come.”
“Then come, baby. Let me feel your cunt milk me.”
Her hair fell down her back as she rode his cock. She screamed as her cunt tightened around him like a vise.
Fucking her ass and her cunt, Ben took over, pounding into her dripping cunt. She was so snug and tight around him.
With several quick thrusts Ben erupted inside her. His grip on her hip tightened. He released her ass to hold onto her with both hands.
“Wow,” Heather said, collapsing to the bed.
He didn’t give her a chance to get comfortable. Lifting her up in his arms, he took her through to the bathroom.
Once they’d washed each other, he carried her back through to their bedroom.
“Are we sleeping here from now on?” she asked, snuggling up close to him. His cock thickened again. Her ass was pressed to his groin. Lifting her leg in his arm, he slid into her wet heat easily. Heather groaned. “Do you ever grow tired?”
“I’m just getting comfortable for tonight, baby. I’m not going to sleep without you next to me and with me inside you.”
He stroked a hand along her hip, going up to cup her breast in his palm.
“Wow, okay, you sure know how to shock me into silence,” she said, laughing.
“Shush,” he said, kissing her neck. “This is our room. I made it for both of us in mind.” He fingered her nipple while also nibbling on her neck. “I’ll grow tired, and I’ll make sure you get the rest you need,” he said, meaning everything he said. There was no way he was going to risk hurting her. He’d finally got her in his arms, and he wasn’t going to ruin that.
“I’m worried about visiting my parents,” she said after some time had passed.
“Why?” He snuggled down, easing up to finger some of her hair.
“They’re so into each other. I don’t know how you’re going to act when you see them blank me.”
He turned her head so he could look into her eyes. “I’ll pay you enough attention that you’ll forget about them. I promise.”
She let out a shaky breath. “You’re the first guy I’ve taken home.”
“I’m honoured, baby. We’ve got tomorrow together. Stop fretting.”
Heather lay next to him. He hummed a song against her ear, waiting for her to settle down next to him.
She finally settled down after an hour. Ben lay in holding her, sleep a long way off. He was thrilled with the way they’d come together that night.
I still need to tell her the truth.
Tightening his grip on her, Ben pushed the other thoughts aside. If he told her the truth now she might push him aside.
He’d tell her the truth on Sunday after dinner. Until then, he had an entire day to cement her as his woman. Her hand reached for him in sleep. Taking hold of her hand, he let out a breath. Should he tell her tomorrow?
No, she wouldn’t believe the truth. It wasn’t a huge truth, but it meant at any time she could leave him without looking back.
Give her the opportunity to leave first.
He’d have Saturday, and then she could have the option of leaving him. Dropping a kiss to her head, Ben settled down and finally drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
“Do we have to go?” Heather asked, pulling Ben down to the bed. After a perfect Saturday she didn’t want to ruin that with going to see her parents. No matter what she tried to say to distract him, Ben wasn’t having any of it.
“We’re going to your parents’ house for dinner. I’m not taking no for an answer. This is my chance to prove what a gentleman I am,” he said.
“My pussy knows the answer to that. There’s nothing gentle about you.”
He growled, which only made her want him more. Climbing on top of him, Heather straddled him, feeling the evidence of his arousal.
His hands went to her ass. She was wearing one of his shirts that covered her body. Heather started to unbutton his shirt. He caught her hand in his. “No, not today. We’re going to your parents’, and that’s final.”
“You’re not playing fair,” she said.
Ben lifted her up and onto her feet. He took her hand, leading her through to their wardrobe. They’d moved their clothes into the main bedroom yesterday.
She was so happy, and going to her parents was going to suck. Her scars no longer affected her. She was mated, and against all the odds she was in love with him as well.
“We get this out of the way, and I’ll make it up to you all next week,” he said.
“Seriously?” she asked, giggling.
“Yes.”
Heather put hands on her hips and stared around her at the clothes. “You’ve got yourself a deal. I’m warning you, though, my parents are hard nuts to crack. You’ll be disappointed with their response.”
He slammed his lips down on hers, silencing any protest she might have.
“Get dressed.”
Ben left her alone to change. She tried her hardest to dawdle. He soon ushered her downstairs for breakfast. Before she could blink he’d seated her in the car, and they were on their way toward her parents’ house.
The journey was silent. Ben worked his way through the streets like a pro. She stayed silent, running her hands over the jeans she wore. Her hands were sweaty with nerves. It had been months since she’d last seen her parents. It was not a problem. She’d gone months before she’d last seen them. Heather wasn’t desperate to see them now.
This was the first time she’d be seeing them with a man in tow.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling up outside their home.
“Me? I’m fine. It’s not every day you get take your shifter mate home to Mom and Dad.” She tapped a hand on her knee, trying to gain some control over her actions. Nothing would stop what she was thinking.
He parked the car and climbed out. She stared up at the house that had felt more like a prison than a home.
“Come on, Heather, you can do this,” Ben said, helping her out of the car.
When she got close to the door she didn’t know whether to go inside or knock. She settled for knocking.
“Dinner smells good,” Ben said, placing a hand on her hip.
“Do me a favour, and don’t go disappearing on me today.”
“I won’t, and don’t mention your scars.”
Before she could question him about his last comment her father opened the door. His smile was a welcoming relief. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but a smile wasn’t it.
“Hi, Dad,” she said. They stared at each other, and nothing happened. In the Ashton family she’d have been hugged by now. Not with her family, they were always stand-offish. “Okay, Dad, I’d like you to meet Benjamin Bryce, my boyfriend. Ben, this is my dad, David Howard.”
The introductions were made, and she was thankful David let them inside.
“It’s nice to see our Heather with such a nice young man.”
As they were removing their coats her mother came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a wooden spoon. “Heather.”
“Mom.”
She stared at her mother, and again there was no hug. Okay, moving on.
“Mom, this is Benjamin Bryce, my boyfriend. Ben, this is my mom, Susan Howard.”
Ben gave her an odd look, which she ignored. The time they spent with her parents was tense. Heather noted Susan sitting on David’s lap. Had her parents always been that close?
Like so many times before Heather felt out of place. She finally got away from it all and phoned Dana from her cell phone.
“I thought you were supposed to be eating dinner with the boyfriend and the parents,” Dana said, picking up on the third ring.
“I am. It’s embarrassing. They’re asking him all sorts of questions, and I’m freaking out. This is not normal.”