Page 40 of Bad Blood Panther

Chapter 15

After she changed, he got her settled on the floating lounger, with her shades and a strawberry colada with a little umbrella, a slice of pineapple and a fresh strawberry stuck to the edge.

And that was just the beginning. There really were grapes, and chocolate-covered strawberries, and hors-d’oeuvres with fancy crackers and cheese and other unrecognizable but delicious tidbits.

Xander seriously insisted on hand-feeding her everything. He pulled his chair right up by the edge of the pool, his own drink in hand, and tirelessly fed her snacks, not even smushing any of them across her face. He kept her entertained with amusing conversation, sprayed her down with water when she got too hot, and gave her toe-curling kisses in between bites, licking the chocolate off her lips and making her stomach clench in anticipation.

It was the tropical vacation she’d never had.

Finally, she couldn’t stand it any more. She was wet and crazy and couldn’t stop fantasizing about what Xander could do with a bottle of oil and a private cabana. When he stood and leaned over to take her empty drink glass, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into the pool with a huge splash.

“Hey!” he protested. “You got me wet.” But he was smiling, shaking sparkling drops of water out of his hair and looking wildly sexy. He floated her lounger over and kissed her soundly, his tongue exploring her mouth, stoking up the heat.

She deliberately capsized, landing on top of him. “I’ve been wet all afternoon,” she murmured in his ear, giving his neck a little bite. “Wanna fuck, sexy cabana boy?” She slipped her hand down the front his short-shorts.

Xander moaned. “Um, that would be a hell yeah.” He called up to the porch, “Hey, Bartender! Tattoo! Take the rest of the day off.”

“Can we bring the bottle of rum?” Lissa asked.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Xander said. “Just get out of earshot of my vacation paradise. I’m about to have wild cabana sex.” He added politely to Jenny, “Maybe you should take your hand out of my pants so I can stand up?”

“Don’t wanna,” Jenny said. Her shifter metabolism kept her from being as drunk as she should have been, but she’d still had a lot of fruity umbrella drinks, and everything was pleasantly fuzzy. Plus she liked having her hand in Xander’s pants.

“Well, it’s only a suggestion,” he said. “I could just take them off.”

“Not with everybody watching,” Jenny said. “Yeesh. Pervert.”

“Never claimed otherwise,” he said. Nevertheless, he removed her hand and got to his feet, still somewhat clothed. “Come on, Jennycat.”

He lifted her out of the pool, dripping, and carried her into the cabana. Jenny gasped when she saw it. Sometime in between her changing into her bathing suit and now, the lounger had been magically strewn with rose petals.

She turned to Xander. “How did you do that? You never even left except to get me more drinks.”

“Tattoo Tank,” he said. “I gave him the secret signal. If you hadn’t propositioned me, in about two minutes I was going to carry you in here and ravish you anyway. Considering I’ve already had an erection lasting more than four hours, it was that or call the ER. I think approximately ninety percent of my blood flow has rerouted to my dick.”

“Goodness,” Jenny said, already undoing his shorts. “That sounds serious. I better examine you.”

She kissed him, slow and deep, running her tongue across the inside of his lower lip. He growled in his chest.

She walked backwards, pulling him after her, until the lounger hit the back of her knees. She sat down and finished unzipping him, pulling the shorts open and freeing his cock.

She ran her fingers lightly up his shaft. Xander gave a soft groan.

“Mmm,” she said. “A very dangerous condition, clearly. I’ll do what I can to…ahh…reduce the discomfort.”

She leaned forward and circled the head of his shaft with her tongue. “Oh, fuck,” Xander murmured. “Babe.” His fingers fisted in her hair. “You sure you want to do that? Because this could be the shortest cabana sex on record…”

“Shut up, cabana boy.”

“Okay.”

He tasted warm and salty and delicious, and he was all hers. Jenny wrapped one hand around his tight, muscular ass and the other around the base of his shaft, and lost herself in the rhythm. She loved making him crazy, loved the sexy growly sounds he made, the way his fingers clenched and his abs rippled as he moved with her.

She’d gone down on him before, but not like this, Xander thought. Not like she was getting off just by having him in her mouth—like he was the sexiest guy in the world. He felt himself riding the edge, and one tiny sane corner of his mind tried to pull back. This was supposed to be for her, not him.

“You can’t—you should—stop—before—”

She wasn’t listening, and he’d forgotten all his words and had moved on to incoherent noises. His climax came crashing over him and there was nothing he could do but let it take him, until he was left panting and sweating and more fucking in love than ever.