Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 107670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Jesse nipped her lip. “Well, I like stroking her—she’s soft, like you. And I don’t coo.”
“You totally coo.”
“Guys don’t coo.”
“You do.”
He growled. “Steaks . . . yes or no?”
“Sounds good to me,” she said. “Put me down so I can get dressed.”
He smoothed his hand down the length of her spine to cup her ass. “But I like you better naked.”
“I’m cold.”
He reluctantly released her. “Then dress. I don’t want you cold.”
Harley took her clothes from the dining chair and began to drag them on. She didn’t have to look at Jesse to know . . . “You’re staring.”
“You’re mine to stare at.”
Snorting, she rolled her eyes.
“You hear everything they said?”
“Yep.”
“Their apologies seemed heartfelt.”
“They did.” She sighed. “I’ll accept them gracefully.”
“But you won’t forgive them in a hurry, will you?” It was a feline thing. And even when she did forgive, she’d never forget. He liked that merciless streak, though.
“Nah,” she replied. “Although, since I’m feeling magnanimous, I’m willing to concede—even if only to you—that their reactions probably wouldn’t have been quite so extreme if everyone wasn’t already wound up tight about the Hector situation.”
“Did you hear Nick tell me earlier that he wants me to go with him to meet Hector’s old Alpha?”
“I did. I also heard him tell you what his contacts discovered about Hector. Personally, I don’t get it. The story just doesn’t make sense; too much info is missing.”
“I agree,” said Jesse. Hopefully the meeting would clear some things up. If not . . . well, he wasn’t sure what their next move could be.
It had to be said that Jesse Dalton had a mouth that was truly golden. Harley often woke up to his tongue fluttering between her folds or swirling around her clit. Right now, her legs were hooked over his shoulders as he angled her hips and, basically, served himself—there was really no other way to put it when he was growling hungrily as he sipped, licked, and ate at her.
Every now and then he’d pause, keeping his tongue still, so she could writhe and squirm against it. Then he’d take over, his fingers biting into her hips to keep her still while he licked around the entrance of her pussy or clamped his mouth around her clit to suckle gently. Sometimes he’d drive a finger inside her, but he’d only give her a few thrusts before withdrawing it.
It was pure bliss, but it was also utter torture because she was shaking with the need to come.
“Jesse . . .” It was a demand and a warning.
“Not done,” he growled. His tongue plunged inside her, swirling and stabbing over and over and over.
God, she was close to begging, and she never did that. But then, it probably wouldn’t make a difference if she did. There was only one thing that ever made him show some fricking mercy. “I’m yours, you son of a bitch!”
Jesse rose up and slammed into her pussy, burying himself balls deep in one possessive thrust. She came instantly, contracting and rippling around him. “Yes, you are.” He rode her hard, watching her gorgeous gold eyes widen and go blind with pleasure. “That’s it, sweetheart, milk me dry.”
With her taste in his mouth, her scent flooding his lungs, her soft skin under his hands, and her pussy squeezing him like a burning-hot fist, he couldn’t hold back. He exploded, filling her with everything he had and biting the swell of her breast to leave yet another mark.
Totally replete, he collapsed on top of his mate. Content. Satisfied. Relaxed. Comfortable. Until she punched him in the arm and ordered him to get off and let her breathe. Instead, he hummed against her neck. “I feel so adored.” She just snorted.
Downstairs, she made cinnamon twists using the ingredients they’d bought when he took her shopping the previous day. Jesse had liked them so much he begged her to make more, swearing they brought tears to his eyes. After some incredible sex in the shower, Harley was sitting on the bathroom counter, applying shaving gel to Jesse’s face. “Lily called last night,” she told him.
“What did she want?”
His protective growl made her a little tingly. “Probably money.” Harley had answered the phone with another fake voice-mail greeting, and the line had soon after gone dead.
“Do you see her much?”
“Not really.”
“What about when you first went to live with Tess; did Lily visit you?”
“Only when she wanted something, which was usually money or for me to visit Clive with her and Shawn. I preferred seeing him on my own.”
Jesse frowned. “Who’s Shawn?”
“Clive’s brother.” He was no steadier than Lily, but there had been some occasions when he’d saved the woman from herself. “Can I shave you?”
The request took Jesse by surprise. Her expression said, “I won’t be offended if you say no,” and he believed her. The thought of anyone—even a trained barber—going near his throat with a sharp implement made him balk. But this was Harley. His mate. The person he trusted on a level he didn’t trust anyone else.