“Are you going after her?”
Billy turned and met Nolan’s eyes. “Not yet. She agreed to keep in touch before she left. I can give her some time.”
Jackson released a sigh of relief. Chloe needed the kind of healing only time and distance would give her. Nolan understood that, and maybe Billy was beginning to.
He looked over at Summer again and smiled. She arched an eyebrow and shook her head. Her eyes danced at him, their message loud and clear. Really think you’re up for it, lover boy?
His cock jerked in response. Oh yeah. Time to clear out the room.
He looked at Billy. “Anything else?”
When he shook his head in the negative, Jackson cast a pointed look around the room, which quickly cleared out. Summer stood and laughed, gliding toward him with that smooth walk she had. She settled on the corner of his desk within easy reach.
“Well, that was rude.”
He put his hands on her hips and slid her over until she was in front of him. “They’re werewolves. They understand.” His fingers crept under her sweater and trailed across her stomach.
Gasping, she shifted a little closer. “Do you think Chloe will be okay?” she asked.
He leaned forward and lifted the edge of the sweater, tracing the skin he exposed with his tongue. Her moan was soft in the quiet room.
“I’m sure she will be. She grew up here. She’ll come back. She’s crazy about her parents, and Billy is crazy about her.”
He pulled the shirt over her head and popped open the front snap of her bra, leaving the sides hanging loose. He took one pink, pebbled nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it. She wiggled and it popped free of his mouth. Looking up, he met her eyes and smiled.
“I’m crazy about you,” he whispered and reached for the snap on her jeans. Her breathing turned to pants.
“I don’t think you’re up for this.”
He grinned. “Oh, I’m definitely up for it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course. But you were hurt…”
He put a finger over her lips, silencing her. She sucked it into her mouth and circled the tip with her tongue. His jeans grew painfully tight.
Setting her hands on his shoulders, she gently shoved him away. “There’s something I need to say first.”
He groaned. “Can’t you say it later?”
He pulled his shirt off, and her eyes grew round and heated. His jeans were next, and then her hand was circling his cock while she licked her lips and smiled wickedly.
“Oh no.” He stopped her before she could drop to her knees. “I need to be inside you. Plenty of time for that later, my dear.” He leered at her, reminding them both of the Little Red Riding Hood conversation in the woods.
She laughed, but tracing one of his new scars sobered quickly. “You’re sure about this?”
In answer, he took her mouth in a long, slow kiss. When he broke away, they were both panting.
“You have about two seconds to talk before I bend you over this desk, Summer.”
She put her hands on his waist and slid them up his body. Her touch fired his blood, every inch of him ready for her. She was out of time. He spun her around and leaned her over the desk, setting her palms flat as a brace. He entered her pussy in one sure stroke and stood still, savoring the feel her around him. He leaned across her back and blew in her ear.
“So talk,” he whispered.
“Hmm. Later.” She thrust back against him in silent demand, and he pulled out. When he didn’t continue, she looked over her shoulder and frowned at him.
“Hello? What are you doing?”
He ran his hands over her ass and grinned at her. “Enjoying the view?”
“Don’t be a smart ass, Jackson.”
“No, I am really enjoying the view. I like you like this. Spread out before me, willing and able.”
He thrust into her and she hissed. “Yesss.”
“So what were you going to say? Maybe you were going to tell me why you left the house?” He couldn’t quite keep the bite out of his voice when he asked the question, but it didn’t seem to faze her. That both pleased and irritated him. He started moving in earnest, long sure strokes guaranteed to drive them both higher.
“I had a dream,” she said between gasps. “I wanted to warn you.”
“Instead you almost got yourself killed. I can’t let you do that, Summer.”
He stopped moving, and she choked on a sob.
“God, don’t stop now!”
“I have to protect you. It’s in my nature, part of the bond between us. I thought we were finally getting somewhere. Don’t test me on this, Summer.”
“I won’t. I’m not. Move, dammit!”
He thrust again, setting a steady but slow pace. He felt his balls tighten but fought the need to come. She wasn’t ready yet. And he was finding it an interesting way to have a conversation with her. At least he had her undivided attention.
“So you came out to warn me? You were worried about me?”
He reached for her clit. He wouldn’t be able to hold out for long after all. Rubbing hard circles over the area, he was rewarded almost instantly. Her pussy pulsed around him. Just a little more.
“Yes, I was worried.”
“Hmm. Worried about someone you don’t even like.”
“You idiot, I love you. If I didn’t like you, I would have stayed inside where it was nice and warm and safe.”
Her words sent joy crashing through him. He didn’t expect the exclamation, would have been happy just to get her to admit she cared about him.
He pressed hard enough on her clitoris to send her body rushing into orgasm. When she clenched hard around him, gripping his cock like a glove, he grabbed her hips with both hands and pounded into her. He seemed to come from his toes up, and his roar of release should have brought the roof down. Collapsing back in the chair, he dragged her down onto his lap. Leaning his head back, he smiled at the ceiling, thrilled with the way his life had changed in less than two weeks.
“I love you, too,” he said softly.
“Hmm. I know,” she whispered before drifting off to sleep.
Laughing, he stood and carried her to the bedroom. He could definitely get used to the changes.
The End
Author Bio
As a native of the South, is it any wonder Loribelle has a love of story telling? She started writing seriously as a teenager and finished her first manuscript, a mystery, when she was 19. After a few bumps along the way and stints as an Army MP, a waitress, a book store manager, a student, and a wedding photographer, she turned to writing full time.
She divides her time between a husband, three kids, writing, and a part time photography gig. She is also a member of Romance Writers of America and Passionate Ink.
Born and raised in Atlanta, she currently calls the Wiregrass region of southern Alabama home.
Also Available from Loribelle Hunt
Lunar Mates 1: Under Cover of the Moon
Lunar Mates 2: Bad Moon Rising
Bound by Love
In the Runes: Defending Serenity
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