Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,97
I loved and hated in equal measure.
“Out with it,” she says, trying to mask her discomfort with humor.
“You really don’t want to know.” I shake my head, smiling.
“I really do.” Her voice is timid and unsure. “You don’t have to tell me. I won’t mind.”
“It’s terrible.” The truth is that the ‘W’ doesn’t stand for anything, and the Steven part is a lie, too. I’m Bolt, and that’s it. The rest is for the humans. Superstars are allowed to have one name, but the rest of us, not so much.
“Nothing about you is terrible. I’m sure you’re worried over nothing,” she says.
I choke out a laugh. “Willa,” I finally blurt. “It’s a version of Wilhelm. It’s German.” I actually know a guy called Willa. It’s what came to mind on the spur of the moment.
“Willa.” She smiles. “Steven Willa Bolt.”
I wince.
“It’s not that bad,” she says, then she goes all serious. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. It means a lot.”
Fuck! My heart is hammering. I want to tell her the actual truth. I’m such an asshole! Fuck my next appointment. Fuck everything else but her! I realize that I’m afraid. I have no idea how she’ll feel. I’m not human. It’s a big deal. I also hired her because she looks like Gabby. That is a very big deal. I need to come clean about all of it.
“Pink,” she says, her eyes are bright.
“Pink?” I frown. “What about it?”
“It’s the color of my underwear.” She bobs her brows.
I choke out a laugh and then look at my watch. “Eight minutes, Miss Shaw.”
“I’m pretty sure you can do it…Sir.” She winks at me. There she is. Not uppity at all.
I pull at the hair tie at the back of her head, and her hair tumbles out of her bun and down her back.
“Not a very professional look.” Her voice is husky.
“Perfect for what I have in mind.” I pick up my phone and someone from reception answers. “My next appointment is Elliot Ross. He’s due to arrive any minute now. Don’t let him up before two.”
“Certainly, Bolt,” the receptionist says.
I put the phone down. “You need to unbutton that jacket, Miss Shaw. Now! I don’t like waiting.”
She squeals when I pick her up and turn her around so that she’s bent over my desk. I ease up her skirt and take two seconds to admire her ass. I groan because lace and her skin are two of my favorite things.
Ash makes quick work of her jacket buttons while I unzip my pants and take my cock out.
I shove her panties aside. Then I suck on a finger and start to rub on her clit. Ash places her hands on my desk and starts moaning right off the bat. I slip a finger inside her. “Naughty, Miss Shaw. You’re fucking wet, and I haven’t even started yet.”
“You make me naughty,” she groans.
I give her ass a light slap, and it shakes a little. My sexy girlfriend moans harder. “You’ll fucking kill me, Miss Shaw,” I groan out the words. My balls are in my throat.
My fingers are soaking in half a minute. I slide them up and down to coat my cock. Then I give her panties another hard yank to the side and thrust into her tight, hot pussy.
She yells.
I think I do too.
I keep my finger on her clit and fuck her hard. Using my free hand, I pull back at her jacket. Her tits are encased in pink lace.
Holy shit!
Holy fucking shit!
I go harder on her clit, strumming her nub with everything I have. It’s slippery as fuck. I’m grunting with each stroke. Ash is making those noises I love so much. The ones that tell me she’s close. I let go of the jacket and grab her ass instead. I squeeze, opening her up for me. I see her mouth fall open.
“Oh…Bolt! Yes…there… Fuck! Oh, shit…oh… Harder! Yes, that’s it…” I feel her pussy flutter as she sucks in a deep breath. I grab a handful of her hair. Then she’s yelling my name and a couple of other choice profanities.
I growl long and low. I feel my scales. I feel my teeth have sharpened. Fuck. I keep holding onto her hair while I slow down. I put my forehead between her shoulders and breathe while I keep rocking into her. I count to ten, and I feel everything return to normal.
“Oh, my gosh! That was…that was…insane.” She’s breathing hard.