“I think he’s with the twins.”
“Thanks.” He turned and bounded up the stairs to the second floor. “Dad! You here?”
Jared came out of the twin’s room. “Yeah?”
Daniel walked over and looked at him. “Got a minute?”
He leaned into the wall. “What’s up?”
Daniel leaned against the other wall. Jared looked tired and a little banged up, but he needed to get this off his chest. “Been thinking about this whole Zander thing.”
Jared glanced over his shoulder as the twins began babbling. “What about him?”
“I want to help.” Daniel sighed when his father’s phone went off, and Jared pulled it from his pocket to read the text. “I need to.”
“I get that. I do. But I delivered Zander last night. It’s over, son.” Jared shoved the phone back into his pocket. “They need Serra and me for a shift at The Pitt. Can you watch your brother and sister until the sitter gets here?”
“Yeah, sure.” Daniel scratched his head, feeling disappointed. “Wow, I feel stupid for bringing it up, now.”
Jared clapped him on the back and laughed. “Don’t feel bad. Your old man is a ninja!”
Daniel snorted and gave his father a look. “Sure, you are.” As long as the dick bag was dead or taking up space on Salvation’s version of death row, Daniel could live with it.
“Thanks, son. If you need anything, text me, okay.”
Daniel nodded and reached into the twin’s room to grab the baby monitor and went to his room.
Serra needed a break. There were too many people wanting things and all with shitty attitudes. Sure she was playing waitress tonight, but still. Sliding behind the bar, she pulled a beer from the cooler and smacked Jared on the ass when she walked by. She smiled over her shoulder when he turned. “Gonna go out back for a few, Babe. Yell if you need me, or come with if you want.” She bit her lower lip and cut through the crowd pushing out through the back door that spilled her out into the parking lot.
Rolling her head on her shoulders she wished she still smoked, but she hadn’t since the night she’d met her mate. The corner of her mouth quirked up at the memory as she leaned against the wall beside the door and sipped her beer, looking at the spot she’d seen Jared that first time and shaking her head at how epically bad it had gone.
Jared waited for her to go out back and then joined her, hoping she wasn’t outside smoking because that was nasty. “You okay, my mate?” He watched her, knowing that she was tense. He couldn’t shake the image of Zander being all over her and worried that she blamed him for it.
Glancing up when the door opened she smiled and shrugged. “Entitled college kids always get on my nerves. Just needed the fresh air and...” She slipped a finger into his front pocket and pulled him closer to brush her lips over his. “And that.” She smirked and bit her bottom lip.
He growled and kissed her hard, pulling her to him, purring. Her scent was too much, and he wanted her badly.
She forgot everything that was going on inside the bar when his tongue dueled with hers in a crushing kiss that took her breath away. Growling, her nails scraped over his back to tangle in his hair. The only thought she could manage was that they were both wearing too many clothes as she arched against him.
Cupping her ass and growling, he licked her neck and sucked on it a bit before kissing her again. “I love you, baby.” He whispered in her ear.
She purred against his lips. Cupping his face with her hand, she met his hazel eyes, “I love you too.” Nuzzling his neck, she all but groaned as his scent filled her, sending gooseflesh racing over her skin.
“Are you cold?” He asked, rubbing her arms and purring a little as she kneaded him with her nails. It made his skin goose bump, making him laugh a bit at the fact that they both had them.
Rubbing her face against his, she purred. Shaking her head, she nipped his chin, “Not ever a problem when I’m with you.” She grinned when he looked down at his own pebbled skin. “You?” She ignored the door that swung open beside them.
“No. I’m not cold. If anything, I’m burning up.” He squeezed her ass. “How much longer before we can go home?” He wanted to be alone with her, so he could have his way with her and cover her with his scent.
Growling in the back of her throat, she closed her eyes and dropped her head against his chest. “Too damned long, if we aren’t leaving now.” Biting his shirt, she tugged with her teeth and glanced up at him through her hair. “Please tell me it’s soon, because, Gods, I want you.”
He glanced at his watch and sighed. “We have almost an hour.” His voice was full of lust. “This fucking sucks.” As she played with his shirt, he felt his jeans tighten and growled.
“An hour?” Sliding her hands into his back pockets, she groaned her frustration. “Going to be the longest hour of my life, Babe. As soon as it’s over, you’re all mine.” She nipped his lower lip and purred.
Smirking at her, he slipped one hand into her skirt past her panties. His fingertips brushed her core as he turned her, so she was leaning against the wall. His fingers sunk into her, moving them in and out for a few minutes before he pulled them to his mouth and sucked on them. ‘So good. That should last me for a bit.’ He linked her and smirked.
“Gods, Jared,” she moaned. Her eyes flared, and her hand slid over the front of his jeans gripping him through the denim. Oh fuck, he knew what she liked, and he loved to tease. Rising up on her toes, she kissed him savoring her taste on his tongue. “You don’t play fair.” she growled tugging his lip with her teeth.
“Nope. I don’t.” He purred at her. “You taste like heaven.” Her taste made him rock hard, and his cock ached for her.
“How long do you think we have until they notice we’re missing?” Serra arched a brow and leaned against the wall, still stroking him through his jeans.
Jared groaned, his thoughts only on her hand touching him. “I don’t know, nor do I care.” Groaning again, he rocked his hips.
“Best answer ever,” she purred, hooking a finger through a belt loop and pulling him around the corner where the shadows were heavier and pushed his back against the wall. Smirking, she popped the button of his jeans and slid down the zipper taking his rock hard cock in her palm.
Raising a mischievous brow and purring, she dragged her hand down over his chest to his hip and then thigh as she slid down his body, licked her lips and spiraled her tongue over and around the head. “Not fair that you get a taste and I don’t.” She grinned up at him before her lips closed over his cock.
Heat shot through his body as her tongue touched his head. “Serra,” he groaned as she started torturing him with her mouth.
She could never get enough of hearing that raspy growl in his voice and knowing she caused it. Her purr vibrated over his length as she took him deeper into her throat before pulling back until he almost slipped free. Rolling her eyes up to look at his face, she swallowed him again. Gods, there was nothing like the feel of him sliding over her lips and tongue. Her nails scraped over the denim covering his inner thighs as she rocked her mouth over him.
Jared felt his cock swelling, it ached, and before long his sack tightened. With a growl, he started to fill her mouth. “Goddamn.”
She growled as she milked him. The taste of him when he came? It had to rival the ambrosia the gods were so fond of.
Jared felt like his body was vibrating from the pleasure of it all. His hands tangled in her hair and dragged her back up his body to ravish her mouth with his while her hand still worked him. It barely registered when the door was flung open, banging against the brick.
Brock was lost in thought, not daring to buy into the fantasies that Kara talking to him led to. She couldn’t see him as anything more than a friend to talk to about the shit she was going through with Dane, who had forgotten her altogether. How was that even possible? He froze when he spotted the Panthers, locked together with their hands all over each other. Brock smirked as he watched t
hem. If it could happen for Jared, maybe, just maybe... Shaking his head and calling himself ten kinds of stupid, he crossed the parking lot to the dumpsters and threw the trash inside. As he went back in, he mindlinked Jared, ‘And they say romance is dead.’
Jared usually would have knocked someone out for that comment, but he knew Brock wasn’t like that. The bear was just giving the panther a hard time. Brock was quiet and laid back. He didn’t say much to anyone. So for him to give anyone a hard time, meant he liked you.
Jared gave him the bird casually, out of Serra’s eye line.
Brock laughed and went back inside to finish up with work.
“I think we should take that as a sign that we should get back in there,” he said with a sigh.
Serra growled, but carefully tucked him back inside his jeans. Kissing him again she smirked. “But as soon as we get home...” She wiggled her brows and led Jared back inside.
About the Authors
BJ Cunningham is a paranormal romance novelist. Her first novel, Blame It On Elvis was published as an indie title in 2014. The first novel of her Bjorn Clan Series, CURSED was released in May of 2015, the second in the series followed in August of 2016. BJ is currently coauthoring a new series with Misty Clark. The Black On Black series is slated to be published by Morgan-Cunningham Publishing under their Creation Inc. banner. The second of that series, NEMESIS, will be available in December of 2016. When she is not listening to the characters in her head who demand she write their stories, she’s most likely collaborating with other writers to bring old favorites and a new set of characters to life and bring them to readers.
Misty Clark - I was born and raised in North West Pennsylvania. In my early twenties, I moved out west and started my adventure into motherhood. I have two beautiful daughters that keep me on my toes. Moving out west and being a stay at home Mom gave me a lot of free time. I was going through some old boxes one day, and I found all stack of notebooks and clippings from some poems and short stories I had published when as a tween. Writing has always been one of my favorite things to do. It’s something along with music, that’s a big part of my life, the love of both go hand in hand for me. Since I was twelve, I wanted to be a writer. Then I thought to be a writer meant getting a book published, but now I know what I meant to say I wanted to be was an author. Anyone can be a writer. Meeting BJ like most things in my life came in at a time things were falling apart. She gave me the confidence in myself to keep writing, When we decided to write a book and then this series together, I thought she was pulling my leg, but her skills and drive light a fire under my ass to want this.
Also by BJ Cunningham
Bjorn Clan
Cursed
Flesh & Blood
Black on Black
The Mating (Coming Soon)
Also by Misty Clark
Black on Black
The Mating (Coming Soon)
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