Wild Desire: A Curvy Girl Steamy Romance (Wild Heart Mountain: Wild Rider’s MC Book 14)

I have written the first chapter of a book! I’m so freaking proud of myself. I can’t stop the grin that’s plastered on my face.

I look up from my laptop, and the light has faded outside. At some point in the afternoon, Paul put the fire on, and the entire cabin is lit up with a warm glow. He’s back in the kitchen, humming as he makes dinner. He’s been back and forth getting herbs from his garden, and the smells coming from the kitchen are delicious.

I put my laptop on the coffee table and stretch. I can’t believe I’ve written the first few scenes of a book. It’s a mess. It needs heavy editing, and I’m not quite sure if the hero’s going to be blue or have a green tinge to his scaly skin. But I’ve done it. The first chapter is written.

‘Can I help with anything?’

Paul looks up as I come into the kitchen. “Nah, I’m good. You just keep writing.”

I take a seat on the counter and watch him expertly dice up onions with a sharp knife. ‘I wrote the first chapter.”

“Oh yeah?’ His grin is as wide as mine. ‘That’s great, Cassie.’

‘I just need to figure out how he gets her off Earth and to his planet.”

He nods, his eyebrows pulling together. “Maybe his minions come and get her for him?’

I love that he’s taking this as seriously as I am.

‘I want him to come himself. Like, he instantly sees her, and then that’s it, he has to have her.”

Paul nods. ‘I’m sure you’ll figure it out.’

He slides a glass of orange juice over to me and I take a sip, still thinking about my story.

‘I think I’ve got an idea.” I slide off the barstool before realizing it might be rude to expect him to cook while I write. “Do you mind?’

He shakes his head. ‘You keep writing. I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.’

I go back to my laptop and type up a few notes, then get going on the next chapter. It feels like no time at all when Paul puts two plates down on the kitchen counter.

“Do you want this now, or do you want to keep working?’

I shake my head. ‘I’ll stop.’

It feels great to have written. I feel bold. I feel confident, like maybe I can do this. Maybe all I needed was to get out of my parents’ house.

Paul has made Bolognese, and it’s delicious. The sauce is thick and tasty with all the herbs he’s put into it. I curl the pasta around my fork.

“It’s homemade pasta,’ he says.

My eyebrows shoot up my forehead. This man is full of surprises. “You can make it yourself?’

Paul chuckles. ‘Yeah, it’s really easy. I do a batch at the start of the week and it lasts all week. I like making things from scratch.’

There’s a lot I’m learning about this quiet biker, and all of it makes me fall for him a little more. He is not what you’d expect a veteran member of an MC to be like.

‘I can’t imagine you in the military. What did you do?’

Paul pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth. “I was a financial manager. There’s a lot of support staff that work in the site office. I didn’t have the glamor of running out and shooting bad guys, but it suited me fine.”

I imagine Paul in his military gear sitting in a heated office with a paperback stuffed in his pocket.

“I started like everyone else in basic training, but they saw something in me and trained me in accountancy. I’m grateful for that.”

He looks away and smiles when he talks about the military. It was obviously a good part of his life, which makes me wonder why he’s not still there.

“Why did you come out?’

Paul twirls pasta around his fork. “My mom got sick.’

‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ I say quietly.

‘She beat the cancer. My mom’s a tough old bird.” He pops the forkful of pasta in his mouth and chews thoughtfully before swallowing. “I’m going to see her tomorrow. Would you like to come?’

I look down at my plate. I hate meeting new people, but it’s an honor to be invited, and I’m curious about Paul’s family.

‘Yeah. I’d like that.’

He beams at me, and I’m glad I’ve made him happy.

After dinner we clear up the dishes and then settle down to read quietly in the armchairs.

The only sound is the crackling of the fire and the wind outside as the trees scrape against the windows. Paul thought I wouldn’t like the coziness of it, but the truth is, I love it here. It’s peaceful and inspiring.

While Paul reads, I open my laptop. It’s amazing how the words flow out of me now. My fingers fly over the keys. An hour passes, and I’ve written two more chapters. I close the laptop, suddenly tired.

Paul looks at me carefully. “You need to rest. I’ll show you your room.”

He stands and I follow him through the door. The short hallway leads to a bedroom on the left and a bathroom to the right, with cupboard space at the end.

The bedroom houses another floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. Pillows are propped up on the double bed, and a reading lamp is clamped to the headboard.

“I love your cabin, Paul,’ I say.

“It’s not much, but it’s home.’ He heads out the door to the cupboard at the end of the short hallway. ‘I’ll get you a towel if you want to shower.’

He comes back with a towel and puts it on the bed at the same time that I reach for it. Our hands brush, and a spark of heat shoots up my arm. Our eyes lock, and heat sparks between us. HIs gaze flicks to my lips as he leans toward me Then his lips meet mine in a gentle kiss.

Memories of his hands on me make my body heat, and I want that again.

I lean toward Paul and twist my hips so they push against him. I’m feeling bold. I’m feeling confident. I just wrote two freaking chapters of a book; I can do anything.

My hands trail down his shirt and over his hard muscles. His hands tangle in my hair, and the kiss turns urgent and hungry.

Paul is being so good to me, and I want to return the favor.noveldrama

My fingers drag down the front of his jeans and over the hard bulge there. As I slowly drop to my knees, my hands caress his thighs.

‘Hey, what are you doing?’

I bite my lower lip, looking up at him as I slide my fingers under his belt.

‘I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night.’

Paul groans, and it’s a low sexy rumble in his throat that makes me wet between the legs.

‘You don’t have to do that, Cassie.’

My hand slides into his jeans and around the back, and I tug them down over his buttocks.

‘I know.” There’s a patch of dampness on his boxers right at the end of the bulge of his hard cock. I lean in and kiss it. “But I want to.”

My hand slides into his boxers, and I slide them down his hips. His cock pops out, pointing straight at me, thick, long, and hard.

I keep my breathing steady. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never been so bold. But Paul makes me feel like I can do anything.

I press my lips to the throbbing cock in front of me.

Paul lets out a guttural sound in his throat, and that emboldens me. My tongue flicks out and licks from shaft to tip, tasting his saltiness. My mouth encloses the head of his cock.

He groans, an animalistic noise that sends heat between my legs. I want to make him make those sounds forever.

I’ve never done this before, so I go on instinct. One hand clasps the base of his shaft as I take him into my mouth, as far down as I can manage. His dick hits the back of my throat, and I gag.

His hands tangle in my hair, and he pulls my head back. ‘Hey, go easy. You can stop anytime you want.”

I answer with my eyes locked on his, licking the tip of his cock like a lollipop. Paul groans, and his eyes roll back into his head.

I slide my mouth down his hard cock, my hands meeting in the middle, one on his shaft, one guiding him into my mouth. I try to keep my teeth out of the way, and use my tongue and lips to bring him pleasure slowly. I know he’s enjoying it by the groans he makes and the way his hips thrust forward.

“Fuck…” he mumbles, moaning, my name on his lips. It makes me even wetter between the legs.

‘Touch yourself, Cassie.”

With his dick in my mouth and one hand on his shaft, I glide my other hand over my breasts. His eyes follow the path of my fingers as I tug on my nipples through my top, then move down my belly to the place between my legs. I spread my thighs and slide my hand into my pants.

The sensation of my fingers on my hard nub makes me moan in pleasure and spurs me on to make my mouth work harder. I suck and stroke him as my fingers circle my clit in tight, teasing spirals.

His fingers grip my hand, guiding it down his cock. I fight the gag reflex, taking him deeper and deeper.

With every thrust, I move my fingers faster until I can’t stand it anymore.

I come. Hard.

The sounds I make are muffled by his cock in my mouth. I suck as hard as I can, and he explodes in my mouth, hot, sticky liquid hitting the back of my throat. I suck and suck, eager to get every last drop as my pussy throbs and my orgasm trembles through my body.

Only when I’ve swallowed every last piece of him do I slide him out of my mouth and sit back on my thighs, panting hard.

But I’m not satisfied. I won’t be satisfied until I feel him inside me.

Paul lifts me up, spins me around, and sits me on the bed. He takes off my leggings and my panties.

‘That was amazing. You’re amazing,’ he says, kissing my mouth and my neck. He peels my shirt off and cups my breasts. His mouth finds my nipple and pulls it into his mouth as his other hand slides between my legs.

My pussy, still throbbing from the orgasm, responds instantly to his touch.

I lift my hips to meet his palm and he applies slow, steady circles until I’m writhing on the bed and crying out. Another orgasm races through me. And it leaves me panting and needing more.

“Paul…” My voice comes out a whimper. “Take my virginity.”

He groans and his hand moves, tracing small, perfect circles on my clit.

‘Not yet, Cassie. You’re feeling bold, and I love that. But I won’t claim you properly until I know you’re mine. Body and soul.’

As he speaks, his mouth moves down my body, planting kisses on my belly and trailing over my skin, lower and lower until he kisses my most sensitive parts.

I gasp at the sensation and throw my legs into the air. He hooks them around his shoulders and closes his mouth on my pussy. He applies pressure with his tongue, and the sensation is so strong that I grab the bedsheets and cry out his name.

One hand cradles my ass, lifting my hips up. His tongue dips into me while his lips massage my clit. The pressure builds again, and I scream his name as I let out another release. Then again, and again. His mouth is relentless. He brings me to peak after peak until I’m shuddering and breathless, lying on the bed with my body trembling and useless.

Only then does he release my legs and slip out from between my thighs.

I barely register it when he slips into the bathroom. I hear running water, and then he returns with a warm flannel and gently cleans my thighs, wiping away my sticky juices.

“Thank you,” I mumble.

He pulls a T-shirt from his drawer, and I slip into it. I’m so tired I don’t protest as he tucks the covers around me.

“Stay with me.” I clasp him around the arm, needing to feel his solidness.

‘Of course, Cassie. I’ll stay with you, always.’

He shucks off the rest of his clothes and climbs into bed beside me. I fall asleep with his arms wrapped around me, exactly where I want to be.