Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Wes flashed a grin–a real one. A ravenous one. His eyes glowed bright green. “That’s right, honey.” His voice had a deep, throaty rumble, like he was turned on. Like biting me would be the sexiest thing we’d done yet. Well, it would.
My pulse raced. A thrum built between my legs.
“Show me?” I breathed.
He nodded, and we slipped from the truck. Wes lifted Remy from her car seat and carried her to bed. Then he led me to the shower.
24
WES
Remy might have been clean from her quick bath, but Joy and I were both filthy. Dirt and little bits of leaves were stuck in Joy’s clothes. Since I ran naked, my body looked like I rolled around in a mud puddle. Then, got sweaty.
Yet twigs and all, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. So I told her that. “Honey, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
I grabbed the hem of her dirty t-shift and lifted.
She blushed furiously, but I could see from her eyes that she liked the praise. Her mother was a kind woman, but needy. I had to wonder if she gave her daughter encouragement and reminded her of her worth often enough.
I would. Every day of her life.
“Do shifters have problems with their eyesight?” she asked, her lips quirking, obviously not thinking to herself that she was pretty.
Reaching up, I pulled a blade of grass from her hair. “You went after Remy, not thinking of yourself or the danger you could be in.”
To prove it, I ran a finger along a scratch on her forearm. An angry raised red line. I hated to see one bit of damage to her beautiful body. “Does this hurt?”
She shook her head.
“Hurt anywhere else?”
“No, but I’ll probably feel it tomorrow.”
She stood before me in her bra and shorts. Shoes and socks.
“I’m gonna get you bare and check over every inch of you.” Then fuck you until you forget your name and scream mine.
She swallowed, and I couldn’t miss the thrum of her pulse at her neck. The spot I wanted to bite but knew I might mark her a few inches lower.
“Okay.”
Reaching into the shower, I turned on the spray to let it warm up.
Then I focused on my mate. I dropped to my knees before her, undid her shorts, and pushed them down. When I untangled them from her feet, I took her shoes and socks off with them.
“Fuck, you’re mine. I can’t believe how perfect you are.” I kissed her belly. Tasted her salty sweat. Breathed in her tangy scent from her exertion, plus the sweet musk of her arousal.
“Wes.” She tangled her fingers in my hair. She paused and pulled something from it. A twig.
She smiled.
I couldn’t help but smile back. My pup was safe and asleep in her bed. My mate was almost bare to me. With a flick of my wrist, the back clasp of her bra opened then the simple but still sexy garment slid down her arms.
My control was slowly slipping away, but this time I had to take it slow. I wanted to savor every inch of her.
With fingers hooked into the elastic and a quick tug, her panties were around her ankles.
With gentle fingers, I skimmed my hands over her. Even spinning her around, so I could take in her back.
From my position on my knees, I kissed her full butt cheek.
She stiffened with a little gasp.
“I’m not biting you here,” I murmured, gripping her hips and spinning her around once again. “Mmm, here would be nice.” My mouth was just above her trimmed pussy hair.
“Wes,” she breathed.
The bathroom filled with steam. It was time to get my girl all clean, so I could get filthy with her. And make her mine.
25
JOY
I thought he was going to fuck me in the shower. It was definitely on my to-do list for places to have sex with Wes. Instead, he’d washed me, head to toe. Shampooed and conditioned my hair. Kissed and let his fingers run all over as he circled me to make sure I didn’t have any other scratches besides the one on my arm.
Then he quickly soaped up and rinsed off and helped me out.
Who knew sexy shower time was the best foreplay?
Wes licked and kissed his way down my body some more as he toweled me dry, leaving me trembling under his touch–every nerve activated and sensitized to his touch, his breath, his growls of approval.
I was in a delicious haze of not only lust, but something even more intoxicating–the idea of getting serious with Wes.
Being claimed by this burly, grumpy cinnamon roll dad. A man who wanted to bite me and mark me as his. God, it felt beyond romantic. It felt natural and right.
Maybe I had abandonment issues from my dad moving out. Maybe it was from the fear of losing my mom every time she struggled.