Текст книги "Bonds of Fire"
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Chapter 16
Willow finished setting up the bedroom. She had the rope and a set of chains with a padlock in case that didn’t work.
She felt like some kind of psychopath, but what the hell was she supposed to do? She was starving, literally, and she wasn’t about to let that sneaky Alpha with his sneaky little touches get the best of her.
She’d get what she needed from him, then be done. That was all. The phone rang and she went and answered it.
“Hello?”
“Willow.”
His voice was dark and husky; she actually shivered at the sound of it. Maybe it was just the way he sounded over the phone but it was absolutely decadent.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to meet me at headquarters.” Willow looked back up the stairs and thought of the rope and everything she had placed up there, ready to keep the Alpha in place.
“Why? I was sort of expecting you here soon.” Willow bit down on her lip as she almost said home instead of here.
“Trust me, you won’t want to miss this. Can you walk or would rather I pick you up?”
Willow thought about it and figured she could still go through with her plan. It’d just have to wait until he was done showing her whatever. She checked the clock and saw that it was already a quarter after ten.
“Alright, I’ll be right there. I’m walking; don’t, don’t come here.” God she didn’t know if she’d be able to not jump on him if he came here now. Her breasts felt heavy and achy, her sex wet.
He chuckled on the other end. “Very well, I’ll see you soon, Willow. Be safe.” The line cut out before she could reply.
Grumbling to herself, she grabbed her new winter coat and set off towards headquarters. Willow found Lyonis in the gym wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a sweaty white t-shirt that accented his defined chest and arms. He smiled at her as she came in.
“There you are. I missed you.” He came towards her and wrapped her in his arms. Willow returned the hug before she could think twice about it.
“Why did you want to meet me here?” she said pulling away. If possible, his scent was even more alluring now, saturating every inch of him. Willow’s mouth watered with the need to lick his salty skin.
“Well, I’d planned on taking you out tonight and showing you the city, but there was too much work to be done. We’ll postpone it to another night, but I thought the least I could do was play with you.” He smiled at her, that one dimple popping up in his cheek.
“What do you mean play with me?” Willow looked anywhere but at him because every time she did, something tightened inside her.
“Well I thought I could show you how to wrestle.” Laughing, she walked away from him as he neared her. He began stalking her as a predator might a prey. He lunged towards her and she ducked to the side to evade him. A laugh floated out of her and his smile was infectious.
“See, this is how it starts. The maneuvering of two opponents around and around.” He made a grab for her but she laughed and skirted out of reach. “Until eventually one of them finally gets pounced.” He feinted left then tackled her. Willow’s back hit the soft blue mat and they fell into a fit of laughter.
He settled on top of her, his blue eye lighting up his face, making him look younger and happier than he had in the past few days. Willow felt the urge to trace her fingers over that face and memorize the features of him just like this.
“I have a feeling this isn’t how you wrestle with your other pack members.”
He arched a brow. “Only the women.” Willow’s snort turned into a case of belly laughter until she futilely started pushing him away.
“Get off me you big oaf.” His mouth opened in mock surprise.
“Willow, I think that’s the nicest thing you ever called me.” She rolled her eyes and slapped him on the shoulder.
“Not as good as ‘Oh Great Alpha’, I think.” His hands caught her wrists and slowly slid up her arms. The touch was gentle, soft even, yet it made her feel trapped under him.
“Let me go.” She bucked under him and tried to get away. His arms swooped around her back, bringing her flush against him. The strength of his chest crushed her breasts in a delicious way as he fitted his hips to hers.
“But Willow, today I realized I’ve made many promises to you since I met you.”
She snorted. “Promises of a sexual nature are for you, not for me; and they don’t count.”
“Of course they do. And tonight, I’m going to start making good on them,” he said darkly.
“What?” His smile was pure sin as he arched his hips against hers. She felt the rigid length of his cock brush against the needy part of her like a teasing caress.
“That’s right, starting right now I’m making good on some of my promises.”
Willow wanted to say something smart in retort but instead said, “Which one?”
Oh God, was that her breathless voice? Couldn’t be. All of his fantasies put her in every submissive way possible, which she wouldn’t allow. Heck, she already had the chains ready.
“I haven’t quite decided. I have so many choices. You’ll look beautiful in all of them; feel even better when I’m inside you.” His lips nuzzled her neck in a way she was becoming all too familiar with. As kisses pressed along her skin, Willow struggled to keep her denials at the tip of her tongue.
Steeling herself, she gave her voice no room for argument. “I told you last time, if we’re going to do this it’ll be my way or no way, and my way does not include being your bitch.” Lyonis snapped his teeth at her ear making her jump. She could hear the anger in his voice.
“I will not punish you for your language but you should know that it is not considered a bad thing to be a submissive where I come from. In my world, both positions are treasured and, most of all, respected for what they are. The bitch as you put it is an incredible position of power.”
“Yeah, right.” With a growl, he bit down on her neck. Willow whimpered as hot pleasure flushed through her body like a scalding wave; her hips undulated against his, rocking against his cock.
“That power comes from trust and love. The submissive is the sole focus of the dominant’s eyes and touch. You would be treated as a Goddess, my touch given only to give you as much pleasure as possible.” Willow jerked away from him, her jaw dropping at his audacity.
“You are full of shit! Everything you’ve ever told me is to have me on my knees before you, pleasuring you. To lift my ass for you. Don’t you remember any of that?”
He was just as angry as he stared back at her with unflinching eyes. “Yeah, that’s right, because in that situation you’re the Goddess giving a gift to me. You have the power, the control. I may be in charge, saying what happens, but you’re the one giving it, taking it.”
She clucked her tongue. “Yeah, that sounds like it’ll all be great for you as I’m on my chafed knees sucking your dick.” His eyes almost bulged in his anger, and then he tore himself away from her and stalked away. Willow struggled to sit up and went after him with angry strides. Two could play this game.
“Just where do you think you’re going? You’re the one who called me here, not the other way around.” Hell if he would have just come home like she’d wanted, she’d have him chained and already had her orgasm by now.
He stopped and turned around and that was when she realized just how angry she’d made him. His eyes were a swirling pool of dark, sweltering blues, his lips flat with distaste, body tight with unreleased rage.
He took a step towards her. Willow didn’t think. She backed the hell up. He kept coming towards her until finally Willow hit the wall and plastered herself against it like wallpaper.
“What are you doing?” she whispered. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel a lick of fear, at least not the scary kind. His big hands flattened against the wall on either side of her head, caging her.
“Don’t you ever reduce what happens between us like that. Like it’s some crude thing you’d rather spit on.” Willow blinked fast.
“I’m sorry,” she said, then she blinked. “No wait dammit. I’m not sorry. That’s the truth and that’s how it’d be if I let you have your way. Don’t you remember? I’ve already had a taste of it in that damn club in Germany. You tied me and just took me.” Willow’s breaths sawed unevenly, she hoped it wasn’t making her sound breathless because she needed every ounce of strength against him.
His eyes narrowed and fell across her eyes, her lips, her throat. Suddenly he pressed his chest flush against hers until they were breathing the same air. He laughed, short and harsh.
“You can’t lie to me, Willow. I can see everything about you. You talk and act so damn tough, but what you’re really feeling is shown here,” he said trailing a finger from her temple to jaw, “and here,” he gently rested his hand over her heart.
“I’m not lying,” she said through her teeth. His eyelids drooped to a sexy half-mast. His voice was as rich and dark as chocolate as he spoke.
“Let me remind you of something, Willow. That night in the club when I took you near all those people, your breast in my hand, my cock sliding easily with how wet you were.” He bent close to her ear and whispered, “I’ve never felt you come so hard since. Your pussy gripped me like it never wanted to let me go, like it needed me more than your next breath.”
Willow’s face turned dark red as mortification set in. “That’s not true!” She heard a strange noise then looked left and right to see it was his hands curling into tight, twisting fists.
Suddenly he threw back his head and roared a sound that was no longer human. In the next second, he grabbed her and threw her down onto the soft blue mat. Willow gasped and crab walked away from him. His chest moved rapidly, his eyes were wild, and he was stalking straight for her.
* * *
Willow didn’t make it far before he reached her. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and tore it from his body. In the next instant he had his shoes off and his shorts left in a heap on the floor.
Clothed the man was utterly sexy, deliciously lickable; naked he was irresistible.
“Take off your clothes,” he growled. Willow started to feel genuine fear now. This was how it would be with him. This is how he’d want her if she stayed with him. In his service to do whatever he wanted.
“No,” she said in a strong voice. He started towards her and she squealed as she scooted faster, but then a hand caught her ankle and with one hard tug, he brought her back to him.
Where had all the air gone? And why couldn’t she stop staring at the hard shape of muscles from his neck down. He was so beautiful. Not bulky like a weightlifter but not skinny either, somewhere in between with muscles as hard as his... Willow slammed her eyes shut and kicked his hand off her ankle.
“Take off your clothes,” he said between punctuated pauses. She met his eyes and glared.
“No. Fucking. Way.” His eyes twitched.
“One of those words is something that’s gonna happen here.” It took a moment for that to click in her mind but then he grabbed the collar of her t-shirt and tore it down the middle.
She sputtered and slapped his hands away as her bare breasts met the warm air of the gym. He started tugging at her jacket and the remains of her now trashed shirt.
“Will you stop that,” she said, fighting with him to keep the material on. She cursed as his strength won and soon she lay below him in only her jeans. His eyes fell to her belly button and then lower; the hard mass of his cock bobbed and Willow squeezed her eyes shut to keep from looking at it.
His hands relentlessly grabbed her jeans and slid them down her legs; he tore off her boots in the next second. Willow took the chance and kicked him solidly in the chest. Not giving him a chance to recuperate, she quickly turned around and scrambled away.
Challenge stirred inside her like a chaotic drug as she got enough distance away to stand. But she didn’t make it because hard hands latched onto her hips and pulled her back against him. The hard length of his cock slid between her legs, teasing her hunger like a hot meal.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, ashamed at how wet she was. Afraid that’d he’d rub his cock against her and learn it for himself.
“I’m showing you just how much you like it when I take control, sica tawicue.”
He fisted her hair in his hand, wrapping the long strands around his fist and pulled back until her neck arched and sparks of pleasure shot from her head to her toes.
“I’m going to show you how good things can be between us, mate.” Willow struggled to breath; she’d never known that slight pressure at her head could make her feel so amazing. Her nipples hardened into painful points and her hips naturally arched to push herself back against him. Oh, God.
“What are you doing to me?”
His free hand palmed one breast, then the other, leaving no inch of her untouched from his hot, scratchy hand. He plumped her, squeezed her. When she nearly couldn’t stand it anymore he pinched each nipple hard. Willow moaned, her body jerking in his hold. The hand in her hair kept her feeling suspended, unable to move, completely in his control. She couldn’t bring herself to care anymore, all thoughts of protest completely vanquished with that one, simple touch.
His hand trailed down her stomach, cupped the slender curve of her belly, then finally touched the wet sex that begged for him. She heard his breathing deepen, felt his cock twitch against her inner thigh as his fingers stroked through her wet lips.
A deep rumbling sound came from him, somewhere between a growl and a purr. His finger teased over her clit and her own needy sound came out.
“Very good,” he said, his voice like gravel.
Willow couldn’t speak. Her throat and tongue felt dry like the desert. All that mattered was her body, his next touch. His finger pressed against her opening, neither pushing in nor retreating. He merely rubbed circles there, blatantly feeling her cream from her excitement. When he slowly started to push his finger inside she lost it.
“Just do it already!”
His finger stopped moving. The hand in her hair tugged and she moaned as the strands pulled gently. But luckily, he did remove his finger and then he pressed his cock against her slit. Willow moaned and backed into him.
The fist with her hair tugged—a reprimand. So she stayed still as he worked himself inside. He took his time entering her, spreading her and pushing her nerves until all felt was ecstasy. When he finally filled her his free hand scoured over her body, touching everything. He trailed a hand down her spine until chills erupted over her; he cupped her bottom then squeezed the flesh as he tugged on her hair.
It was like two polarized pleasures taking place at once, all the while his cock just sat inside her, filling her up. He was teasing her now, she thought angrily. Fuck that.
Careful of the hand holding her hair, Willow rocked her hips back and forth until she created a rhythm that thrust him in and out of her. Moans broke from her dried lips. Her toes curled and the thrusts hit her perfectly—deep and hard.
His hands curled around her shoulder, fingers gently caressing her, and then his voice came over her. “Do you see how much you like it, Willow? Don’t you see how your body loves the way I make it feel?”
Willow bared her teeth and ignored him. He wasn’t going to goad her now, not when she was a few minutes away from bursting apart by the seams.
“Feel how I control you, Willow.” He tugged her hair and clamped his hand on her shoulder to hold her in place. Then his voice was at her ear, a whisper.
“Feel how wild you make me, how I’m never really in control because of you.”
Willow blinked quickly, struggling to understand his meaning. Then he started moving. There was nothing gentle about it. He pounded against her with hard, savage thrusts until only the sound of slapping flesh and moans echoed in the room.
Willow gasped trying to breathe. She couldn’t move. His simple touches kept her locked in place for him...and he was right. She could feel it now. When he saw her like this, when he took her like this, he lost control. She had the power; it soared through her veins like boiling lava, it roared through her mind like a scream.
“Willow,” he groaned.
He switched his grip, pulling her hair straight back until her neck arched. He reached down and rubbed her clit. It was no teasing a touch, but a touch with hard, driving purpose. His cock worked through her wet, tight flesh, and then she was gone.
Her scream drowned out the moans and pounding of flesh. Chills broke out over her body as her breath froze in her lungs. Endless moments of silence surrounded her like a cloud as her body jerked and shivered around him.
She slowly came back to earth and heard him talking, heard his words of encouragement, heard the raw pleasure in his voice as his hand moved to cup the back of her neck. The hand in her hair gentled for a moment and he slowed his thrusts as her body’s fresh waves of cream coated his cock like wet satin.
He groaned and lazily filled her in and out. “That’s my Willow.”
“Oh, God.”
His hands curved around her shoulders, holding her, and then he started taking her. His breaths quickened as he worked himself in and out of her tight muscles. Willow reveled in it. She did this to him, made him feel like this. She didn’t even mind the hands holding her still for him.
She could feel the pressure rising inside him as his thrusts grew harder, faster. His hips made a steady slapping rhythm against her ass and Willow panted as a fresh orgasm built inside her.
“All you need is my cock to relax you, Willow.”
Willow opened her mouth to say something but then his hand reached beneath her to pet her wet sex; he coated his fingers in her cream and then she tensed. His finger teased her unused opening.
“Lyonis,” she choked. The sensation was incredible. It felt as though she had an entire area of pleasure that she’d never, ever felt before. He circled and stroked her there, his touch light, unlike the hard hammering stroking inside her.
“So beautiful.”
His finger caressed her between her cheeks, rubbing and rubbing until she was arching back against him, panting like a dog. She’d never felt anything like it. It was as though that one spot was directly connected to her clit and deep inside her.
She cried out as his finger slowly started filling her. She had no idea how far he slid in but she felt as though two cocks were filling her. He gently rubbed her in and out, teasing her new flesh with his touch. His breathing turned harsh and heavy.
Willow struggled to speak words but the only sound that came out was gasps and moans. He rocked his finger in time with his cock, squeezing through her tight flesh in unison. Willow couldn’t take it, her body was on fire. An orgasm rushed through her like a lit fuse and she convulsed as screams tore from her throat for the second time.
Lyonis lost it. He worked his finger faster inside her tight hole, felt her quivering, tight muscles stroking him, and finally slammed deep inside. He roared as her body tightened over him, ripping his release from his body.
He came in hard, long jets inside her, filling her again and again, as his shout finally faded.
Willow fell back down to earth like a leaf floating in the wind. Her arms gave out and she flattened her sweaty cheek against the mat. She felt his cock soften inside her, could feel his hot seed seep out of her as he withdrew himself. But still his finger lingered inside her, stroking softly until she moaned. He gave her one last lingering touch before he pulled away and laid down beside her.
Willow met his satisfied gaze and smiled. He leaned close and pulled her into her arms; she had no energy to protest let alone move a muscle, so she let him. He was warm and smelled delicious.
He kissed her on the mouth then simply held her.
Chapter 17
“Where is she?”
The young bartender recognized him immediately and nodded towards the back of the room. Thane followed his gaze until he found the one he was looking for.
He didn’t bother to say thanks, but set after her. What the hell was she thinking? They had a job to do and here he was pulling her drunken ass out of a club. Fucking woman.
Thane stopped some distance away. He told himself it was so he could judge her condition, but he knew it was more than that. Ever since they were young, he and Jackie had something different between them. He didn’t know what to call it or even knew if it had a name, but every time he was around the strong redhead she pushed something inside him.
He’d never been quick to anger with anyone before, unless it was an enemy. Yet the moment she opened her mouth he wanted to shake her, push her away, and kiss the hell out of her all at the same time. Yeah, not a good idea. He’d lose his position in the pack faster than Jackie could slap him. And that would be the least of his problems.
Thane growled and pushed himself away from the wall. What the fuck was she doing here alone and drinking anyways? He went to her table and slid into the seat across from her.
Judging by the empty beer bottles, shot glasses, and mugs on the table, she was deep into her cups. Yup, he thought, as she slowly dragged her hazy gaze up to meet his. She squinted at him as if she’d forgotten her glasses—which she didn’t wear—then gave a nasty sigh.
“What are you doing here?”
“Someone had to come get your drunken ass. What the fuck are you doing here, Jackie?” She reached for a shot glass filled with amber liquid and downed it like water; she didn’t even cringe. In fact she sighed as if it was soothing.
“What does it look like I’m doing, genius?” She let out an unfeminine burp and Thane covered his laughter with his hand. Her eyes were lined with red from the alcohol, cheeks flushed, eyes glossy, lips wet.... Thane’s thoughts derailed instantly.
“Quit staring at my lips!”
Thane sat up straight, jerked his gaze away. “I wasn’t. You’re just drunk.” She waved a finger at him over the table like she was casting a spell.
“Ha! I saw that look. You give that hungry look to all the free bitches in the pack. Don’t think I haven’t seen it before.” In a high-pitched, girly voice she said, “Oh Thane, you’re sooo strong. Oh Thane, you’re soo hooot!” She shoved a finger down her throat and made a gagging noise. Thane couldn’t help it, he grinned.
“Spying on me now or just jealous of the tail I get?” Her eyes flashed with anger, her beast lurking at the edge. Damn that alcohol, if she wasn’t careful she’d end up shifting right here in the club—a club half-filled with humans. Wouldn’t that just make this night even better?
“It’s hardly spying when I go to the gym to get a little workout and you’re boning some princess behind the door.” Thane gritted his teeth. God this always pissed him off. He shouldn’t give a fuck what she thought, but he cared. Why? Because she was his partner, dammit.
“Yeah, well she was a little hands-on if you know what I mean. Besides I didn’t fuck her.”
Jackie’s mouth dropped open in mock surprise and then she rolled her eyes in the back of her head. “Riiiiiight. Listen Thane-o, why don’t you do me a favor and, oh, I dunno, leave. I don’t need you here. I came here to be alone.” Jackie lifted a slender beer bottle and chugged the contents in big gulps.
Dammit, he couldn’t watch this. It was bad enough knowing she was doing this, but seeing it was another torture entirely. Thane snatched the bottle from her and slammed it on his side of the table. Her eyes and mouth slowly widened at him. He would have laughed if seeing her like this didn’t bother him so much.
“Listen, I’m your partner. I’m the one you come to when you’re troubled.”
She tossed back her head and laughed so loud that people turned to stare. Thane tossed them a glare that sent them back around, and damn if the lights didn’t catch her red hair in golden streams. He wasn’t lying when he told her he liked it. Hell, if only she knew what he dreamt of at night.
“What are you my mom? You’re not a shoulder for me to cry on and you’re not someone I’d ever go to to talk.” She squirmed across the table, reaching for the bottle he’d stolen so Thane snatched it up and downed the contents.
“If I was troubled and came to you to talk would you listen?” he said.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, Thane. As if that would ever happen. You’re too fabulously controlled to let that happen.”
Thane didn’t like that. Didn’t like that at all. “Just answer the question, Jackie. Would you?”
She rocked left and right in her seat as she thought about it. “Umm, yeah, I guess. Don’t matter though, 'cause it’d never happen.”
Thane grew serious and leaned forward in his seat. “Talk to me, Jackie. Tell me what’s going on so I can help.” Her mouth flattened into a disbelieving line then slowly pulled down into a disgusted frown.
“Fine I’ll tell you but after you’re outta here,” she said flinging her arm out in the opposite direction of the exit. Thane nodded though he had no intention of leaving her here.
She let out a long dramatic sigh then slumped back in her seat, her chin falling to her chest. She mumbled something.
“Huh?” Thane said loudly, a grin spreading across his face. She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes into points.
“I said I’m jealous.”
Oh.
Thane closed his gaping jaw. Well, if that didn’t surprise the shit out of him, and poof up his ego like a peacock.
“Of what?” God, he must be a sick bastard because he hoped like hell it was about him.
“The Alpha and his mate.” She looked away like she was ashamed. Thane’s mood deflated fast. Was he a selfish bastard to want to be in her thoughts like that—yes?
“What about them? And since when do you start referring to her as his mate. I recall the term future mate being prevalent in the situation.” She scoffed noisily and slammed her forehead into the table. When she came back up, misery was in her eyes. She looked haggard, alone. Thane wanted to crawl across the table, ask her what he could do to fix it, and solve all her problems. Course if she knew that, she’d skin his balls and wear it as a hat.
“Yesterday, she went to him. The way they held each other...I could just feel that something between them. I don’t doubt it now. She’ll be his, and they’ll be happy together.”
She looked far to the side and Thane saw her blinking fast, eyelashes wet. God dammit. With a low growl, he crossed to her and pulled her into his arms. She fought it but with her unhappy drunken state, she eventually gave in and let him hold her.
Thane hated the silence that followed. He’d never comforted a woman before that wasn’t his mom or sister. What the hell did he do? So he kept her close and rubbed her arms and back, while her head tucked up under his chin in a way that felt...nice.
“They will make a fine couple,” he said eventually.
“Yup, they sure will.” Bitterness coated her voice. She pulled back from him sharply and scooted to the other end of the booth. It only separated them a foot but to him it felt much further. He scooted up against her and she shot him a dirty look. Now she was backed up against the wall and had nowhere to go. His beast purred his approval.
“Why does that make you jealous?”
She looked surprised. “Why do you think, Thane? Do you think I like being unmated? Alone. No one chases my tail as you’ve crudely put it before.”
Thane winced. Yeah, he’d said that before but damn she’d made him mad. Guilt ate at him even more as he remembered he’d said that after she’d interrupted him with the princess in the gym. Even then he’d felt guilt and shame, something she’d always made him feel with a single look.
“You’ll find someone, Jackie. You’re strong and beautiful. Any man would be happy to have you.”
She laughed the sound hollow. “Apparently not, Thane-o. Listen why don’t you go now. I told you my stupid problem. Just leave me in peace.” She sounded so sad it broke his heart.
“No way. It’s time to get you back to the pack and into bed.” He stood and started pulling her out of the booth. She came but it was like pulling a limp noodle out of a bowl of water. He held her up to him so she wouldn’t fall.
“Whatever, anything to get me away from you.” Thane ignored her biting tone and wrapped an arm around her shoulder and waist. As he tugged her through the crowded club he couldn’t help but notice how soft her body felt against his, how small she was in comparison to him. Yet underneath that, she felt sturdy and strong. The contrasts spiked his senses and he realized he liked it.
They came through the front door and her steps became heavier and heavier. With a sigh, he bent down and lifted her into his arms. She slapped her fists against his shoulders.
“Put me down dammit, I can walk.”
“No you can’t,” he said easily. He had to park a good block and a half down the street so he made his steps fast. After a minute, she finally gave up her fight and relaxed, letting her head rest against his shoulder.
“I’m too heavy,” she whined. This side of her was brand new to him, if only it wasn’t alcohol that made her show her true colors.
He laughed at her. “Not even close. You weigh nothing, sweetheart.” She scoffed at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His mind told himself it was just so she could hold on, but his body didn’t take it that way. It flared up, heated with sexual anticipation. Even his cock hardened.
God was she playing with his hair? She’s drunk, his logical mind screamed at him; it didn’t mean anything. Didn’t mean it didn’t feel good as hell though.
“Where are you taking me?” she said wistfully. Thane swallowed before he could answer. His hands curled over her thigh and back and he could feel the heat of her and the soft pliancy of her lithe muscles. He closed his eyes for a moment and reminded himself that he preferred curvy women that wore makeup and perfume. Not natural women like Jackie.
“To the jeep, it’s not too far.” Damn, even his voice was aware of the woman in his arms, having gone deep like he was about to take her back to his place and not put her drunken ass in bed where she belonged.
He raced to his jeep when he spotted it. He set her down, gently lounged her against it while he opened the passenger door. As soon as he let go of her she started sliding off to the side.
