Текст книги "Bear Necessities"
Автор книги: Dana Bell
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Chapter Seven
“There’s no change.”
Tabby collapsed against the door, watching Alex visit his cousin. Chloe still hadn’t moved.
He sat by Chloe’s side and picked up her hand. He watched his cousin, his expression so full of sorrow Tabby’s eyes filled with tears. The shades in the room were drawn, hiding them from the night. They’d stayed longer than planned at the Cannon’s house, and visiting hours were almost over.
“Where is her supposed mate?”
“No clue. Last I heard, he wasn’t in town yet. Gabe told me his plane got delayed.”
She watched him run his hand over his bald head. “The longer she’s in a coma, the worse off she’s going to be.”
Chloe’s mother stifled a sob. “She’s going to be all right.”
“I know she will, Aunt Laura.”
A hand landed on Tabby’s shoulder. She turned to find Julian standing behind her. His eyes showed the strain of being in the hospital, even though his lips smiled. “Hey, girlfriend. Long time no see.”
She poked him in the side, knowing how ticklish he was. She’d left him twenty minutes ago sitting on the Cannon’s couch, arguing with Emma about which reality TV show was better, America’s Next Top Modelor American Idol. She wasn’t certain which one he’d been for, only that he and Emma seemed to be having a really good time. He’d refused to discuss Cyn, giving the Pumas that weird, secretive smile of his and changing the topic. Not even Max had been able to get him to talk about his would-be mate.
Julian jumped and shimmied away, batting at her hand. “I have an idea, but I need to talk it over with Chloe’s family before I try.”
Tabby stopped poking. Julian had his serious face on.
Alex stood. “What have you got?”
Julian tugged his braid. It was a nervous habit and told her just how much he really didn’t want to be doing whatever it was he was about to propose. “I might know a way to wake her up, but if it works, it will change her profoundly.”
“Do it.” Chloe’s father, Steven, didn’t even blink.
“She’ll still be Chloe, but might also be something more. Are you willing to risk that?”
Steven’s mouth opened, but he stopped at a touch from his wife. “Changed how?”
Julian shook his head. “I don’t know. What I do know is she and I will be connected in some very strange ways.” He stepped into the room, lowering his voice. “What I’m discussing is not done lightly, and can only be done by the Kermode. Are you willing to risk having your daughter’s life tied to mine?”
Alex frowned. “She has a mate.”
“This won’t be a mate bond. This will be something a great deal more…spiritual.
I’m not sure I can adequately explain it.” Julian looked frustrated. “There’s so much that you can’t see or feel. It’s like trying to explain red to a blind man.”
“It’s hot.” Tabby shrugged her shoulders when everyone turned to her. “What?”
Julian rolled his eyes. “You watch way too much TV, Tabby. What movie was that from?”
“Does it matter? Is she going to wake up all Freddy Krueger?”
Julian snorted. “Hardly.”
“Is she going to become a Stepford Wife, all cheerful and homicidally creepy?”
“Nope.”
“Will she still be Chloe?”
“Of course!”
Tabby didn’t understand. “Then what’s the problem?”
Julian tilted his head. “She could become more in tune with the spirit world than other shifters. I’ve heard of ones who were awakened this way who could talk to the dead, or see into other people’s dreams.”
Tabby waited. “That’s it?”
Julian growled.
“No, she’s right. I’d rather have a psychic daughter than no daughter.” Steven held out his hand. “Please. Wake my girl.”
Julian smiled grimly. “I’ll do everything in my power.”
Tabby pulled out her phone. “Should I call Cyn and let her know what’s going on?”
The look Julian shot Tabby was lethal. “Do it and you’ll regret it.” His grin showed way too many teeth. “You’d look really cute with brown hair.”
“Don’t you dare.” Tabby glared at him. She hated her brown hair, always had. “I’d rather be b—” she glanced at Alex “—blonde.”
“Nice save.” Alex winked at her and the others chuckled, easing the tension somewhat. “Julian, what do you need to wake Chloe up?”
“Privacy, and lots of it.” He headed for the door. “I’ll start tonight.”
“How will we know it worked?” Laura Williams stood, her gaze anxious as she watched Julian leave her daughter’s room.
“Trust me, you’ll know.” Julian left, leaving behind a group of very confused, very hopeful shifters.
“We need to get going too.” Alex hugged both his uncle and his aunt before taking hold of her arm. “We’ll stop by again tomorrow after we go house hunting. Let us know if you need anything.”
House hunting?
“Sure thing, Bunny.” His uncle pounded his back. “We’ll call you if anything changes before then.”
“With luck, her mate will be here when she wakes up.” His aunt gave him a peck on the cheek. Almost immediately, her eyes went back to her daughter. “Love you, Bunny.”
“Love you too, Aunt Laura. Uncle Steven.”
“Bye, Tabby.” Tabby flinched as Bunny’s uncle gave her a hug.
“Um. Bye.” She wasn’t used to this family stuff. She had no idea what had happened to her own family and, frankly, she really didn’t care. But watching Chloe’s parents watch over their child had her longing for something she’d never had. She wondered how she would she feel if it were herdaughter lying on that bed?
Alex’s hand landed on her stomach, his fingers caressing her through her shirt. A sudden thought hit her.
Holy shit! They hadn’t used condoms at least once that she remembered. What if she waspregnant? She gulped, suddenly terrified. What the fuck had they been thinking? Her hand moved to rest over Alex’s. She looked up at him and saw the way he was watching her, his gaze full of affection. She knew how he’d react if they were pregnant.
She blinked. If theywere pregnant. She had a sudden vision of Alex sitting in a chair, their child resting in his arms. And the vision didn’t scare her at all. He’d be an amazing father. Alex would never kick his child out of his home. He’d be more likely to kick the ass of anyone who tried to hurt his baby.
“Take care.” Laura offered her a hug as well. “Bunny, your parents said they’d sit with Chloe for a little while tonight while Steven and I get some rest, so if you need them, call here.”
“Will do. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
Alex took hold of her arm and led her out the door. “Ready to do my ink, baby?”
Tabby smiled. She might not know families, but she knew her art. “Sure thing.”
They headed for her Jeep. “Shop’s closed, but I’m pretty sure Cyn won’t mind me working on you after hours. Do you have any idea what Julian’s planning on doing?”
Alex shook his head and drove for the shop. “Not a clue. Think we should tell Cyn anyway?”
“And risk that sneaky bastard figuring out a way to dye my hair brown again? No way.”
They passed Frank’s diner, drove through the nicer shopping district that contained Emma’s shop, Wallflowers, and finally arrived at the little cluster of shops and convenience stores nearer the campus. Alex pulled around back and got out of the car. She settled back down when he waved to her, letting him check the area out with eyes and nose. He came around to the passenger side and helped her out, ignoring her grin. “You have someone watching the shop during the day, don’t you?”
He shrugged, not even bothering to deny it. She bet he’d had Gabe recruit some Pumas for the job. She hadn’t scented any Bears and the scent of Puma was much more common than any other shifter.
Tabby dug her keys out of her purse and led the way to the back door. “So, do you have an idea of what you want?” Tabby clicked on the lights only in the back of Living Art. No sense advertising that someone was here when they weren’t supposed to be.
“Other than the bear and wolf? No.”
She led him into her workspace. “So, I get creative license, huh?” He just grinned at her and settled into the chair. “Cool. What kind of bear?”
“A grizzly.”
She plopped down on her stool, stunned. “Grizzly?”
He nodded, watching her closely.
“You’re a grizzly?” Wow. That explains a lot.He said he had anger management issues? Talk about an understatement. Grizzlies were considered the most aggressive of all the Bears. Some would say they were the most aggressive of all the shifters. She whistled. “Okay. Feel free to protect me from, y’know, anything you feel I need protection from.” It wasn’t like she’d be able to stop him. Grizzlies could, and would, face down entire Packs. Those confrontations usually ended in the Bear’s favor, unless the Pack was particularly large or themselves extremely aggressive.
He chuckled. “Have any ideas what you’d like to do?”
She leaned back and studied him. “Where would you like the tattoo? And what size?” A glimmer of an idea was building inside her. Watching Alex with his family had made her long for things she’d thought she’d never have. She’d dreamed of a roof over her head, food on the table, cubs at her feet and a man by her side who’d love her forever when she ran as a Wolf. Now Alex was offering her everything she’d ever wanted on a silver platter.
Yeah. She had an idea of what she’d ink onto him. Their hopes and dreams, permanently on his flesh.
He sat up and pulled off his shirt. He pointed to his chest. “Here, and whatever size you’d like.”
She ran her hand over the smooth skin, felt his muscles ripple under her hand.
Oh, he’d look so good with her ink right there, her signature for anyone to see. “I know what I’m going to do.” She handed him a magazine. “Give me about twenty minutes, okay?”
He nodded. “Mind if I put on the radio?”
“Nah, go ahead. Just stay out of the front of the shop. We don’t want anyone thinking we’re open or wondering if we’re being robbed.” She grinned at him and headed back through the curtain. She smiled to herself. Cyn obviously hadn’t found the ladder yet; the sign she’d tacked up was still there. She sat down at the desk and began drawing.
She drew the outline of her Wolf. The darker and lighter browns would blend together, the colors of her fur melding with his skin. The Wolf would stare out at the viewer with golden brown eyes. She was lying on her side, her expression serene. Behind the Wolf sat Alex’s Bear, its massive head dwarfing her Wolf’s. The Bear gazed down at the Wolf, his body hovering protectively over hers. Behind them a Wolf cub and a Bear cub frolicked in the mouth of a cave, a den for all of them.
Family. Home. Dreams etched into flesh.
Alex was going to love it.
She took the sketch to him and showed it to him. “What do you think?” He stared at it so long she started to get worried. “Well?”
“I want it in color.” His voice was reverent, his finger tracing over first the Wolf cub, then the Bear cub.
Like she would ink it any other way. It was going to look magnificent in full color.
“I just need you to do one more thing for me.”
“Anything.”
The ease with which he said that had her smiling like a love-struck groupie.
“Take all your clothes off.”
His lips curved up into a wicked smile. “Going to have your way with me?”
Now there’s a thought.She shivered. The thought of riding him while he sat in her chair had her nipples hard in seconds. “Maybe, afterwards. But first I need to know what you look like.”
One eyebrow rose. “I’d think by now you’d be intimately acquainted with how I look.”
She giggled. “I want to see your Bear, you perv.”
“Oh,” he drawled. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “Okay. You asked for it.”
She watched him undress, amazed anew at how lucky she’d been in the mate lottery. Alex truly was stunning when naked, all rippling muscle under smooth brown skin. Her fingers twitched. God, he had the best ass.
“Ready?”
She nodded. She was eager to see him, draw him. She wanted themon the tattoo, not two random animals.
Alex began to shift. Her eyes grew wide as his body grew, and grew.His head easily hit the height of the eight-foot ceiling and he bowed down, landing on his front paws. She figured he had to break the ten-foot mark when upright. As it was, his head was still above her own. “Um. Big.”
His head dipped, brushing against her chest. She took the hint and rubbed his massive head. His eyes closed, his chest rumbling, the Bear equivalent of a purr.
“Damn, Alex.” His eyes opened and he stared at her. It was hard to read his expression. “You’re beautiful.” His eyes closed on a sigh. She suspected it was relief.
She ran her hands all over him. She fingered the lethal five-inch claws, giggled at the huge hump of muscle on his back. He sat down, watching her move around him. When she reached his face again, his tongue reached out and ran up the side of her face.
“Blech.” She wiped away the Bear drool and picked up her digital camera. She snapped off a shot of him sitting there. The tattoo would show him from the front.
“Change back, smart-ass. I have a tattoo to do.”
He shifted. “So?”
She frowned absently and used the USB cable to plug the camera into the photo printer. She pressed the button to print out the picture of her Bear. So what? Ah, there we go.The picture was almost done. She’d have to make sure no one else saw the image of her Bear sitting in the middle of the tattoo parlor. Well, maybe I’ll show Cyn and Glory.They’d get a huge kick out of it. “Almost done. Let me make some adjustments to the sketch, make the transfer and we’ll get started.”
He settled back into her chair, still naked, and watched her while she cleaned off his chest. She shaved off any stray hairs, making sure there was nothing that would interfere with the clarity of the design. She transferred the image to his chest, smiling at the sight. It looked perfect. Tabby mixed her inks and snapped on her rubber gloves. “Ready?”
“C’mere.” Alex pulled her down, kissing her so sweetly she damn near melted at his feet. “Mark me, Tabby. Make me yours.”
She shivered. She kissed the center of the tattoo. She’d lined it up so that his Bear rested at his heart. “Mine.”
He settled back down with a smile and closed his eyes. “Yours.”
Tabby picked up her gun, dipped it in the ink, and began to draw.
She hadn’t freaked. She’d seen his Bear and, instead of being terrified, she’d been fascinated.
He was such a goner. If he hadn’t fallen for her before, he certainly was in love now. She’d reacted with joy, told him he was beautiful, played with his claws. No one ever played with his claws.
She’d touched him like he was a treasure. She’d made him hers more thoroughly than any mating mark could.
He’d almost had her move the image so that her Wolf rested over his heart, but changed his mind at the last minute. Bear had led him to his mate. She was healing his heart, and that heart would protect his Wolf with everything in him.
Having her image there, below his Bear and his heart, forever protected and loved, was just right.
She was so close to him, her thigh brushed his leg. She hovered over him, her gaze intent on the art she was creating. The sting of the needle was nothing. He watched her etch their love, their life, into his skin and smiled. This was what he wanted, his Wolf, his family, and a home of their own. His cock hardened at the thought of Tabby round with his cubs.
“What are you thinking about?”
He wondered if she’d freak if he told her. “My new ink.”
“Which part?”
“The cubs.”
The needle didn’t stutter. “You’re okay with pups?”
“Cubs.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “Pubs?”
He tried not to laugh. “Cups?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think so.”
He moved his hand, let his fingers brush her thigh. “Children?”
The needle lifted. Her fingers shook. “Yeah. Children.”
For a second, she sounded breathless. He nodded. “I’m okay with it.”
“Good.” She took a deep breath, her expression once more intent. The needle hit his flesh, the ink sinking into his skin. A deep peace settled over him. Funny.
Usually he had to do an hour of yoga and mediation to achieve this level of just…
being. He knew it had nothing to do with the tattoo and everything to do with the artist.
For hours, he lay there, watching his mate, his lover, mark their future, the figures taking shape under her skillful hands. Every now and then, he’d smile, visions of what they both needed dancing in his head. He could picture the house he wanted for them, the way he’d come home after a long day and find his mate, all green hair and big sparkling eyes, waiting for him. A warm, loving smile would be on those full pink lips. Maybe they’d both get more ink, maybe they wouldn’t.
And sometimes he’d be the one standing at the door, waiting for his love, their cubs safely tucked in bed.
It was after midnight by the time she was done. She sat up, set the gun down and stretched. He heard popping noises. She’d been bent over so long her back crackled. “Take a look.”
He sat up and stared at himself in the big mirror over her counter. He kept his hands away, knowing he couldn’t touch, but damn if he didn’t want to. Her Wolf’s eyes practically jumped off his chest. “It’s perfect.”
He heard her snap off her gloves. “Let’s get you covered so we can get out of here.”
He turned, smiling when her gaze drifted down to his cock. “See something you want?”
She rolled her eyes but he could see the flush working its way into her cheeks.
“You’re going to have to be careful with your tattoo. You can’t really work up too much of a sweat for at least a few hours. You need to give it time to heal.” She frowned. “Wait. Can you heal it?”
He shook his head. “Nope. If I’m not careful, I could cause scarring. I have to let it heal naturally.”
“Oh.”
He reached down and stroked his erection, loving the way her eyes locked on his hand. “You know, we could always turn up the air conditioning.”
“Lie down so I can bandage you, horn dog.”
He chuckled and got back into the chair. His erection bobbed against his stomach. “Like this?” He raised his hands up until they clasped the headrest. He spread his thighs and waited to see what she’d do.
“I should have had you put your clothes back on first.” She rubbed the ointment into the tattoo with gentle hands, bandaging him up carefully. “You know the drill. You’ve gotten ink before. No soaking the bandages, mild antibacterial soap for washing, use A&D ointment. No Neosporin or it’ll scar.”
He nodded. He knew what to do, and if he fouled up, his own little artist would kick his ass to remind him.
“Are you just going to leave me like this?” He waved at his erection.
She folded her arms over her chest. “What will I get out of it?”
He grinned. “Orgasms. Lots of them.”
She bit her lip, looking like a naughty little girl. “If Cyn finds out about this, I’m in so much trouble.”
His hips jerked. “We’ll clean the place up when we’re done.” He hadn’t actually thought she’d go for it. He figured she’d argue, he’d get dressed and he’d take her back to the hotel room. Having sex in her chair? Talk about a fantasy come true!
Her smile was slow and languid, her eyes heavy with passion. She leaned down and took the head of his cock into her hot, wet mouth. “Oh, fuck.” He reached for her head, eager to guide her rhythm just the way they both liked.
“Nuh-uh. Keep those hands up, mister, or this stops.”
His hands latched onto the headrest. As far as he was concerned, they were chained there.
“Good boy.” She patted his hip and swallowed him down, taking him to the root.
“Oh, shit.” He fought to keep still. He didn’t want to choke her, but damnthat felt incredible. He’d never had anyone take him the way she did.
Her head began to bob, her tongue playing his cock like a fucking virtuoso. He lost himself in the sensation of his mate pleasuring him. God, he’d never felt anything quite so good. The cool air of the tattoo parlor blew over him, the pictures on the wall reminding him of the art she’d done on other people. He’d have to get her to take a picture of his new work, add it to the gallery on the wall of her station.
Oh. Oh hell. That tongue of hers was a lethal weapon. She lapped at the head of his cock, long, languid strokes, tasting the drops of precome that dripped from him. He clamped down on the headrest, desperate to grab hold of her head and force her to take him all in.
This time it was her space, her show, and he’d be damned if he didn’t let her have that.
Tabby sucked him down again, watching his face through the fall of her bangs.
He looked so gorgeous with his head thrown back. He was staring at the ceiling, his lips pursed. She wondered if he was doing something to hold himself back, prolong the pleasure. Counting ceiling tiles, maybe?
She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to come now or if she wanted him to fuck her.
Her hands ran along the insides of his thighs, came to rest at the juncture of his groin. Her fingertips grazed over her mating mark.
She did her best not to give away what she was about to do. He looked so ready to blow. And he was being such a good boy.
She lifted her head and, before he could react, bit down on the mating mark.
He roared and practically levitated off the tattoo chair. Startled, she pulled back.
Bear looked out of Alex’s eyes. “Uh-oh.” The last time she’d seen that look, he’d bent her over the bed and claimed her most thoroughly. Her pussy clenched in anticipation.
This was going to be fun.
She found herself off the floor and screeched. Alex had her on the counter so fast it was dizzying. Her head hit the mirror, her legs were spread wide and he was ripping at her jeans.
“No! No shredding!” He paused. She had maybe two seconds to come up with something to save her jeans. “You want everyone seeing me bare-assed?”
He growled, the sound low and threatening. She hadn’t known it was possible to get even moreturned on, but fuck that possessiveness of his was hot.
He undid her jeans and slid them down her legs. When he reached her boots he paused, the heat in his expression intensifying. “I love these boots.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he was lifting her again. She found herself on her feet, her back to him, her hands clenching the edge of the countertop. Her panties were pulled down, exposing exactly how wet she was. He nipped her ass cheek with sharp teeth before licking a long line between her cheeks. “No lube, so this will have to wait.”
She thought about the A&D ointment, but decided against it. She didn’t know if it would work or not, and the way he was acting, she’d rather be lubed for the pounding she expected to get.
“God, I love your ass.” His hands kneaded the globes. Little nibbling kisses peppered her cheeks. “So beautiful.” He gave it one last lick before reaching under the edge of her shirt. “Your back is gorgeous too.”
My back?She giggled. No one had ever called her back gorgeous.
He slapped one of her ass cheeks.
“Ow! What was that for?” She scowled at him over her shoulder.
“When I say you’re gorgeous, you don’t laugh.”
He looked dead serious. “Why not?”
He leaned over her, caging her against the countertop, one arm on either side of her. “Because you are.”
She shrugged. She knew she was cute on her good days, but gorgeous?
“Are you calling me a liar?”
She blinked. He sounded almost pissed. “Um. No?”
“Good.” He yanked her shirt off, his fingers going to her bra clasp before she could take a breath. “Your back is lean and strong, capable of carrying any burden. Just like you.” He undid the clasp and stroked the bra away, his hands hot on her skin. “Your arms can wrap themselves around a Bear most find terrifying and love him until he can’t breathe without filling himself with you.”
She met his gaze in the mirror. His eyes dared her to lie to him, to tell him it wasn’t love.
She nodded. She wouldn’t lie to him. Not ever to him.
Some of the anger leached away, warming the dark brown eyes of his Bear. He rested his palm against her chest, nestling it between her breasts. “You’ve got the most loving heart I’ve ever been privileged to know. So don’t tell me you aren’t gorgeous. Everything about you is beautiful.”
Damn. He was going to make her cry. “I’m not perfect.” She’d screw up, she always did, and if he put her on a pedestal, she’d destroy them both when she fell off of it.
He smiled. “I never said you were. I said you were beautiful. I know the difference.” He slid his cock between the folds of her pussy, getting the tip nice and damp. “You’re stubborn, but you’ve had to be to survive. You’ve got a smart mouth. Sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh or fill it full so you’ll shut up.”
“Hey!”
He laughed softly and began to slide into her, filling her up. His scent surrounded her, making her feel safe and loved. “And I’ve told you not to wear these boots to work. They scream ‘Fuck me’.”
“You did not, and they do not.” He was all the way inside her now. She bit her lip and moaned at the fullness.
“I want to bend you over every time I see you in them.”
She shot him a sultry look in the mirror. He brushed her hair way from her neck and nibbled, his gaze locked on hers. His tongue snaked out and stroked the mating mark.
“I thought I had everything necessary to make me happy. I had a good job, a family who loved me and accepted me. I could go out on my Harley and see the world, and they’d be waiting for me with open arms.”
She raised a brow. She had a pretty good idea what he was leaving out. “And all the action you could handle?”
He shrugged. “What do you want me to say?” He thrust, jarring her forward.
“Once I saw you, none of it mattered.” He thrust again, driving his point home.
“Without you, I have nothing.”
She reached back and stroked his cheek, smiling when he kissed her palm. “Not true. You have everything I lost.”
He began to finger her clit, driving her toward the edge. “Remember explaining red to a blind man? Explain what a mate means to someone who has never had one. Then explain to your mate why you cherish every breath she takes.” He licked his mating mark again. “Now explain to your very stubborn mate that she isyour necessity. Nothing else is worth shit without her.”
“Alex.” She sighed. She knew what he meant. He was her home, her heart. Her necessity. “I know. Believe me, I know.”
He smiled. He understood what she was, and wasn’t, saying. He bit down, throwing her over the edge into orgasm.
Her head flew back, her hands clenched the countertop. She groaned, long and low, the orgasm rippling through her. If he hadn’t clamped his hands on her hips at the last moment, she would have hit the floor.
He used that grip to begin truly pounding into her, his point finally made. He hammered her relentlessly, driving her through the orgasm and to the brink of another one.
Holy shit. The man was a machine. How did he keep doing this to her? She’d just had an orgasm so intense she thought her brain might explode, and here he was, pushing her toward another one that felt like it would shatter her world. He kept her pinned in place, his teeth sunk into her neck, his hands dug into her flesh.
One of his hands lifted from her hips to tangle in her hair, keeping her head up.
She could read what she could see of his face. He wanted her to watch what they did to each other, even if she could only see it from the stomach up.
She didn’t need to see much more than that, she could feel it. And oh, how good it felt. She reached down and began to strum her clit, chasing after the orgasm his body promised her. He moaned against her neck, his face grimacing. His fangs sank even deeper into her. She felt the tug on her hair, the pleasure/pain at her throat and exploded around him. It robbed her of breath, her mouth opening on a silent scream, the sensation so intense she almost blacked out.
He lifted his head and groaned. “More.”
Oh fuck no.More might kill her.
He licked the blood dripping from her mark. His power filled her, healing the puncture wounds instantly. “Hold on tight.”
Hold on?“Whoa!” He lifted her again, keeping her seated on his cock. He managed to get them to her tattoo chair, draping her over it. His hands landed on the padded armrests, using them for leverage.
Gonna have to disinfect the cha-air…He began to fuck her hard, groaning behind her. Her flesh slid on the slick vinyl.
“Come for me.”
Nuh-uh. No way.Too much more and she’d pass out for real.
“C’mon, baby. I know you’ve got it in you.” Flesh slapped against flesh, the sound so erotic she could feel her body beginning to respond. “God, I love fucking you.
So hot and wet, so tight. Gonna make me come, baby.”
Good idea.Tabby hid her face in the chair clenched her muscles, squeezing his cock as hard as she could.
“Oh, shit!” Bunny slammed into her and came. His arms strained against the chair. She thought she could hear the sound of metal bending and hoped they weren’t about to break anything.
He damn near sobbed as his orgasm drew to an end. “God. Love you, baby.”
She smiled. “I know.”
He kissed the spot between her shoulder blades. “And?”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Tabby?”
She could hear the uncertainty in his voice. Even after everything they’d shared tonight, he still doubted? “Love you too.”
He sighed. “Thank you. Stubborn woman.”
She peeked through the small space where the armrest joined the rest of the chair. “We still need to clean up.”
He moved his hips, his cock flexing inside her. “One more for the road?”
She turned her head as much as her position would allow her and glared up at him.
He lifted off of her. “Fine. But your ass is mine when we get home.”
She couldn’t stop the stupid, silly grin that crossed her face.
Home.She loved the sound of that, even if home right now was a hotel room. And she loved the man who’d given it back to her.
The phone rang at four in the morning. Bunny opened one bleary eye and glared at the nightstand where he’d dropped his cell before collapsing into bed.
“Alex?”
“Shh.” He rubbed Tabby’s back with one hand and snagged his phone with the other. “Go back to sleep, baby.”
“’Kay.” She squirmed, settling back down.
He didn’t even check the caller ID before answering. “’Lo?”
“Alex? It’s Dad.”
“Mm-hmm.” Wait. Wasn’t he supposed to be with Chloe tonight?Heart pounding, Bunny sat up. “Chloe?”
“She’s awake, son.”
Yes!“Then it worked?”
“Yup. We owe Julian more than ever.” William chuckled. “Your uncle is considering adoption. Your aunt says it’s a done deal.”
