Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 107670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“You trying to distract me, sweetheart?” he asked, voice husky.
She faked offense. “Would I do that?”
“Oh yeah.”
Leaning over the table, she used her arms to squash her breasts together. “You know me so well. Are you going to take your shot or not?” Harley smiled at his narrow-eyed look. He lined up the cue, aimed, hit . . . and the ball rolled right into the pocket. Bastard.
Smug, Jesse said, “No need to hiss, baby.” She’d been distracting him since he was a juvenile; he was used to it at this point. Eyes holding his, she propped her cue on the floor. Her hand curled around the top of the stick, and then she was stroking that hand up and down; making him remember how soft it felt as it skillfully pumped his cock. “Tricky little cat, aren’t you?”
Harley flashed him a smile full of feminine challenge. She knew how determined he was to win. They’d made up their own set of rules for the game, and they had agreed that the winner would have control during the fucking session that would immediately follow. He had a big thing for control, and she had never once given him full control in bed.
“Admit it; you wish it was your cock in my hand, don’t you? If I’m all yours, this is your hand. There’s only one thing it should be pumping like this.”
Jesse had to smile. “Oh, you’re good.” She was not only putting visuals in his head, she was playing on his extreme possessiveness. “But it’s not going to work.” That proved to be wishful thinking on his part, because he missed his next shot. Looking very pleased with herself, his mate then stepped forward. She sank one ball. And another. And looked ready to pocket yet another. He couldn’t have that. “When this is over, I’m going to fuck you so hard it’ll hurt.” And the white ball missed the striped one and went rolling into the pocket.
Harley swore. “You’re a total asshole.”
He prowled toward her. “You sank the white ball, baby. You know what that means.” They’d agreed beforehand that if either of them did that or pocketed each other’s ball, a little sexual punishment would follow. Crowding her against the table, he put both their cue sticks aside and then sat her on the edge of the table. Standing between her thighs, he said, “Remember: you can’t come . . . unless you want to lose the entire game.”
Harley gasped as he bit her nipple right through the lace. “Remember: you only have two minutes.”
“Don’t worry; I’ll make them count.” He tugged down the babydoll, propping up her breasts, and latched on tight to a nipple. Knowing what she liked, he sucked and licked and grazed the hard bud with his teeth. The scent of her need rose and flooded his lungs, making his cock jerk. Her hands sifted in his hair, claws scraping his scalp—he fucking loved that.
As a hand delved under her babydoll and cupped her, Harley bit her lip. Her thong went with a snap, and then his finger skimmed through her slick folds. Feeling his hot mouth on her nipple, his finger teasing her folds, and the heel of his hand brushing over her clit . . . It was too much. Her pussy quivered, but she fought the orgasm that began to build.
“Come, baby,” he rumbled. “You know you want to.”
“Not gonna happen,” she rasped. Glancing at the wall clock, she smiled. “Two minutes are up.”
“You’re right,” he said, biting her nipple one last time before stepping back. Jesse sucked his finger clean, groaning. He wanted more of that taste on his tongue. Not yet.
Thighs trembling, Harley slid off the table. Her pussy throbbed and burned. Why the hell had she agreed to this? Because he’d wanted to play, which was a super rare thing for her mate. Jesse was a very serious wolf. Not in the sense that he didn’t smile or find amusement in things. It was that he had such a serious approach to life that, unlike other wolves, he didn’t play or joke much. Still . . . “Your rules are cruel.”
Jesse chuckled. “My wolf’s pissed at me too. He wants to watch you come and hear you scream. That’ll come later.”
“Cocky motherfucker.”
“Always so cranky when you’re horny.” He grabbed his cue stick. “My turn again.”
Harley knew exactly how to wipe that smug look off his face. As he sent another ball rolling into a pocket, she grabbed one of the dining chairs and turned it to face him. “My legs are a little shaky.” Sinking into the chair, she kept her legs open, giving him a very nice view of what she knew he wanted.
Jesse swallowed. “You truly are a little bitch.” He prepared to take his next shot, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from her swollen, glistening pussy. His mouth watered. Fisting his painfully hard cock, he gave himself a quick stroke.