Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
He sets me on my feet and steps back to rip off his clothes. After kicking away his pants, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me. His hard erection presses into my stomach, and I reach between us to close my hand around it.
My mate shivers when I drop to my knees and glance up into his eyes. “Now, I get to have my way with you.”
He groans my name as I place a small kiss on the tip before closing my lips around his cock and sucking. I have zero experience with this, so I turn off my mind and do what feels right. My mate doesn’t seem to mind if his hoarse shouts and the tremors running through his huge body mean anything.
I run my tongue around his velvety soft skin while stroking the rest of his cock. “Enough.” He steps back and lifts me into his arms.
“Hey.” I pout. “I wasn’t finished.”
“You can finish all you want after I knock up your little ass.” He lays me across the bed and leans over to smile at me. “I’m working overtime on it so it shouldn’t take too long.”
My answer is lost when his warm lips cover mine. He lines his hardness up with my opening and slowly thrusts forward as I dig my nails into his muscular rear end and hold on for the wild ride.
He slowly circles his hips then thrusts shallowly until I think I’m going to lose my mind, but my caveman won’t be rushed. He leans over and whispers all the dirty things he’s planning to do to me over the next sixty years.
When he slips his tongue into my mouth, the little bite at the base of my neck starts to tingle, and pleasure races through my body. As I come, my inner muscles clamp down on his erection, dragging him along with me. “I love you.” The words are so easy to say now.
“I love you, too, little Minx.” He rolls over and pulls me close.
CHAPTER 8
Asher
Monday comes way-the-fuck too soon, and getting back to reality fucking sucks. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay all the way out here by yourself?” I ask my mate as she rushes around the kitchen, gathering her school stuff.
I should’ve left for the station twenty minutes ago, but I’m having a hard time leaving Parker.
“I’ll be fine.” She smiles at me and reaches for my cup of coffee. “I have Gilbert here to keep me company, and your house is a fortress.”
“Our house,” I remind her. “And I’m not impressed with Gilbert’s ability to do anything except eat, sleep, and shit.”
“Don’t worry, Smokey. I’ve got things under control.”
“I’m going to spank your ass for calling me Smokey,” I grumble and grab my lunch out of the refrigerator before pulling my mate into my arms and kissing her.
“Promises, promises.” She smiles against my lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I never minded twenty-four-hour shifts before I had a mate. Now, I’m dying to spend every moment with her.
“Call me if you need anything.” I give her one more kiss and head out the door.
As I drive through town, I ignore my bear’s complaints about leaving my new mate at home. I park behind the fire station and take a deep breath, trying to find the motivation to go inside.
“I won!” Warrick shouts when I walk through the door. “You fuckers each owe me twenty bucks.”
“What the hell are you betting on?” I open my locker and toss my stuff in before placing my lunch box in the refrigerator.
“Whether or not you’d show up today.” My friend snorts. “These assholes thought you’d call in and stay home to make little cubs.”
“Believe me, I was tempted,” I grumble, hoping the next twenty-four hours pass quickly.
During the shift, we rescue a cat from the large oak tree in the town square, help Mrs. Johnson unload her groceries from the trunk of her car, and assist a motorist stuck on the side of the road. A typical day for the Honey Pot Hollow Fire Department.
At five-thirty in the morning, I drag my ass out of the tiny twin bed made for children and non-shifters and head to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
I’m sitting in the rec room staring out the window when Warrick strolls in. “You’ve been in a grouchy ass mood since you came in.” He drops into the worn leather recliner next to me and sighs. “I’m not sure I can take much more of your attitude. It gives me indigestion.”
“Shifters don’t get indigestion. Stop being a little bitch.” I’m not in the mood for his dumbass comments so I let my bear answer for me. “Go fuck yourself then take some Tums.”
He flips me off and pulls his phone from his pocket. While he watches the morning news, I sip my coffee and watch the clock, hoping the next two fucking hours pass quickly so I can rush home and see my mate before she leaves for work.