Page 5 of Bread with the Orc (Harmony Glen #6)

Chapter Five

Laney

I’d kissed him! Aiya, I’d kissed him! I’d kissed Dorvak!

I managed to escape the park with a minimum of awkward blushing and shuffling, trying to pretend as if nothing had happened. For his part, Dorvak seemed completely unfazed by the whole thing; in fact, once or twice I thought I’d caught a little grin .

A grin! From Dorvak, the grumpiest recluse to ever grump!

From Dorvak…my business partner. The male I was supposed to maintain businessy protocols with. That was like the first thing we’d learned in school: Don’t sleep with the person you’re working with, things will get messy.

But at that moment, I wouldn’t have minded getting messy with Dorvak at all .

And let me tell you; as much as I adored Maggie and the chaos which was the house she was renovating for her social media pages, there were downsides to having to sleep on her sofa.

Not the least of which was my sexual frustration; a girl didn’t feel comfortable getting all feely when her bestie could pop up at any second and ask for her opinion about tile designs.

Wednesday night, however, I did turn the music up, set the shower head to massage , and had a quickie when I was supposed to be washing my hair. That helped a little, but not, you know, a lot . Especially when it was Dorvak I was dreaming of touching me.

But Thursday?

Thursday, when I showed up at work bright and early to help him prep the bread and greet the first customers? Thursday, the day after that kiss?

Whew .

Frankly, I’m not sure how I made it through the day without melting into a puddle of embarrassment every time I had to talk to him.

More than a few times, I caught him staring at me through the window to the kitchen, and I’d blush tomato red as I tried to concentrate on what the customer was saying to me. It didn’t often work.

I wanted to shout I’m sorry at him. But also: Stop staring, people will think there’s something going on between us !

I mean, there wasn’t, right? It was just a little kiss between business partners .

It was right around that time that I’d groan, drop my head into my palm, and pray for the ground to swallow me up.

By the end of the day, I was a sweaty, anxious mess. And I was sure Dorvak was looking at me funny. So when three o’clock finally rolled around, and I could flip the sign to closed , I shook out my hands.

“I’m going to mop out here,” I called. “Unless you need me for anything?”

A pause, then came Dorvak’s deep rumble from the back: “Need you?” A longer pause. “Go mop.”

Right. What was that about?

I pulled my hair tie off my wrist and yanked my long hair up into a messy bun on top of my head. Then I smiled. When I wore my hair like this, I matched Dorvak, although I’d never seen his hair down. I wondered how long it was.

I risked a glance through the kitchen window and saw him with his back to me, prepping the dough for tomorrow.

Okay, good. Quickly, I pulled my long-sleeved shirt over my head, leaving myself in only a cami tank top and bra.

I knew mopping was going to get messy, so I slid my apron back on again, already looking forward to the burn of physical labor.

Unfortunately, an hour and ten minutes later, the whole place looked spotless—the chairs up on the tables, the floor gleaming, the counter pristine—and I was still as sexually frustrated as I was before.

Did I say sexually frustrated? I meant awkward. I was awkward. Awkwardly frustrated in a sexual manner. Yeah.

Sighing, I went to wash my hands and put away my equipment.

When I returned to the kitchen from the back room, Dorvak was watching me. Just standing there, following me with his eyes. And those eyes? Forget that strange spark of green I’d seen before; now the green was much more pronounced.

“Hey, Dorvak, did you know your eyes are green?”

He grunted. “I’m not surprised.”

“Oh really?” I tried for nonchalance as I leaned against the counter, my palms behind me, wondering if the position pushed my boobs out too far and if I was being too obvious with my crush. “Why not?”

“An orc male exhibits such signs in certain times of his life. Great stress.” He began to walk toward me.

“Strong passion.” He didn’t stop where I expected, but came closer, halting within inches of my chest and forcing me to tip my head back.

He leaned down, his lips near my ear, and murmured, “The Mating Heat.”

Well, I had no idea what that was, but I didn’t care. I don’t think I was breathing when I whispered, “Heat?”

“So hot.” His palms went to the counter, bracketing me in. “Laney, my sense of smell…”

Oh God . My eyes fluttered shut in shame. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what? ”

For smelling? “For kissing you yesterday.” I grimaced. “I shouldn’t have pushed myself on you.”

I could feel him bending closer until his chest pressed against mine. “I recall I told you I wanted to kiss you.”

That’s right, he had, hadn’t he? Had he… wanted that? My face was all screwed up in confusion when I peeked up at him. “Then today…”

“Today, dkaar …” His lips bobbed near my temple as he inhaled. “I smelled your arousal. All day.”

Oh God .

“I’m sorry,” I squeaked.

“I’m not.” His deep rumble reached down into my stomach and stroked my pussy. “But do you know how hard it is to work with a cockstand? That’s why I stayed in the kitchen all day.”

My eyes had grown wide. I found myself leaning back against the counter, my breasts thrust toward him. Now my hands went to his forearms to steady myself, and I couldn’t stop my little groan as I felt his delicious muscles tense beneath my fingers.

“Laney, the scent of your sweet cunt has had me hard all day. I want to kiss you again.”

“Yes, please,” I breathed.

To my surprise, instead of lowering his mouth to mine, Dorvak wrapped his hands around my waist, lifting me.

It was unexpected enough to startle a squeak from me, but then my butt hit the counter, and I wriggled back, settling myself.

The black yoga pants I’d worn today stretched easily enough when he stepped between my thighs, and I felt my core flood with liquid warmth at the proof of his strength.

“This is a food preparation area!” I squeaked, and his lips twitched.

“I’ll scrub it down. Do you know how crazy this makes me?” he murmured, one finger going to my camisole strap. “Seeing you prancing around, half-naked?”

I swallowed, swaying toward him. “I’m…”

“Don’t apologize,” he growled. “Not for tempting me.” Gently, he pulled my apron over my head, letting it fall down between us, trapped by our bodies. “That’s better.”

One of his claws inched from the tip of his finger as he dragged it along my collarbone. I shuddered, sucking in a breath and arching slightly, hoping he’d lower his touch just…a…bit.

“All this skin.” His murmur was so freaking delicious. “I’ve been dying to taste it. Taste you.”

“Please,” I whimpered.

It was all the urging he needed.

Dorvak leaned in, the scratch of his tusk against my shoulder sending a thrill of exhilaration and a hint of danger coursing through me. The hard, smooth ivory glided along my skin, not quite pressing, just teasing with a promise of his wildness.

I gasped, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. His mouth moved upwards—hungry, coaxing, hot—trailing open-mouthed kisses up my throat. My skin pebbled with goosebumps as his hands roamed my skin, every nerve ending sparking with desire.

When he finally reached my mouth, I was already wriggling with anticipation, my breath coming in quick, tiny gasps. My arms wound around his neck, pulling him down to me, holding him captive. His lips were firm and insistent, fitting perfectly against mine between his tusks.

This was so much better than that quick peck in the park yesterday, and when I groaned against his mouth, he swallowed it down and licked me.

His tongue, ridged and wide, slid against mine, the sensation utterly foreign and delicious. Orcs had ridged tongues? I knew their cocks were ridged—I had a dildo shaped like one hidden in one of my cardboard boxes. But their tongues were as well?

Wow.

Each ridge on his tongue created a new burst of sensation, a delicious friction that had me shuddering with delight.

I chased his tongue with mine, eager to explore this new territory, this exquisite difference.

He groaned, deep and low in his throat, his hands tightening on my waist. The sound sent a wave of heat rushing through me, pooling between my thighs.

I arched against him, pressing my breasts to his chest, desperate to feel more, to have more.

My hips rocked against him, seeking the hardness I could feel pressing against his pants. His grip on me tightened, his fingers flexing, his claws pressing against my skin where the camisole had worked up .

When he finally pulled back, I was panting, my lips swollen and sensitive. His eyes were a blazing green, the heat in them unmistakable. I licked my lips and when his gaze dropped to them, I saw a flash of triumph in the green.

Then his gaze dropped further, and I knew his plan before he moved. With a faint growl, Dorvak slid the straps of my camisole from my shoulders, revealing my lace-covered boobs to the world.

“ Yes ,” he growled, hands raising almost reverently.

But he paused and glanced up at me, as if asking my permission.

Grinning, I reached for the clasp nestled between my breasts. “Front-closing bra,” I announced as my boobs swung free.

“Humans are genius.”

We both groaned as he hefted first one, then the other.

Dorvak’s hands were large and rough, squeezing my breasts with a firmness that had me arching into his touch, swallowing down another needy moan.

His thumbs grazed over my nipples, teasing them to hard peaks before rolling them between his fingers, pulling just enough to send sharp spikes of pleasure shooting through me.

I gasped, my hips jerking against him in response.

“So responsive,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated against my skin. “I knew you would be. I’ve dreamed of this, Laney. Dreamed of tasting you, touching you. ”

He lowered his mouth to my breasts, his tongue laving over one nipple before drawing it into his mouth.

The suction was intense, the ridges on his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud, driving me mad.

I could feel the pull of his mouth echoing in my core, my hips moving of their own accord, humping against him in a desperate rhythm.

“Dorvak,” I whimpered, my hands clutching his head holding him to me. He growled in response, the sound vibrating through me, stoking the fire within.

He moved to the other breast, giving it the same exquisite torture.

His tongue swirled and licked, his lips sucked, and his teeth nipped gently, sending me spiraling.

“I want to taste every inch of you,” he whispered against my skin.

“I want to bury my face between your thighs, lick your sweet cunt until you scream my name.”

My breath caught at the erotic picture he presented, and my fingers curled into his hair, holding his mouth against me. He’d…dreamed of me?

“I…I dreamed of you too,” I admitted hoarsely.

His chuckle surprised me. Had I heard him chuckle before? “I promise, your dreams weren’t as hot as mine.” Another lick, another squeeze. “I’ve fucked my own hand while thinking of your mouth, Laney. Just your mouth.”

He flexed his hips, and the hard length in his pants pressed against my pussy, right where I needed the pressure. I groaned, my head dropping back.

“And that’s the noise you made when I licked you in my dream, dkaar. ”

“Yes,” I gasped, although I wasn’t sure what I was agreeing with.

His mouth still teasing my nipple, Dorvak’s hands moved to my thighs, pushing them apart.

I complied eagerly, spreading wide for him.

His hands slid upward until they were spread over the junction of my thighs, his thick thumbs pressing against the gusset of my pants.

I squirmed, hating the fact that my pants and underwear were between us.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he murmured, his lips trailing up my chest to find the spot where my shoulder met my neck. “I can feel you.”

“So wet,” I panted, sure I was spouting nonsense. “All for you.”

“All for me.” He stroked me, his thumbs rubbing firm circles across my core, sparking sensations I’d never imagined possible. “Such a good girl.”

His praise had me gasping—or maybe that was his touch. Dorvak held me open, his thumbs pressing, stroking, teasing. I was a writhing mess, my hips bucking against his touch, chasing the friction, the pleasure. His thumbs were just enough to drive me mad, and I wanted more more more .

“Gods below, Laney, you’re fucking perfect,” he groaned against my skin.

With that, he moved his hands to my hips and yanked me forward, pressing me against him. My breasts were plastered to his chest, still covered in his floured t-shirt, and my core… My legs now straddled his waist, and I ea gerly pressed my core against the ridged hardness I could feel in his pants.

I was a wild thing, my hips moving of their own accord, humping against the hard length of him. His cock pressed against my clit in the most delicious way, providing the perfect friction that had me chasing my pleasure.

Dorvak’s hands moved to cradle my ass, then my back, supporting me, holding me close as I moved against him. His strength was a comfort, a haven, making me feel safe and protected in his arms.

“That’s it, Laney,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble in my ear. “Use me. Take what you need. I’m here for your pleasure.”

His words should not have been so sexy, but they ignited a fire within me. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as I ground against him. The pressure against my clit was perfect, just what I needed. I could feel the wave building, my body tensing as I climbed higher and higher.

“You’re safe with me, my sweet little human,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

And I did. With a cry muffled against his chest, I came undone. Pleasure crashed through me, my body convulsing as I rode out the wave. Dorvak held me tight, his arms a comforting cage, his body a solid presence as I shuddered against him.

As the haze of pleasure lifted, embarrassment flooded in. I hid my face against his chest, my cheeks burning. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that, just used him like that. But Dorvak’s hold on me didn’t lessen. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head, his voice gentle as he spoke.

“Never be embarrassed, Laney,” he said. “Not with me. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Holy moly .

Was it possible for any male to be so…so perfect ?