Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 03

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 then 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'd 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's 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 [that he was - 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."