Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
He leaned down, ran his nose along the side of my neck. “That I’m the one who makes you come?”
“Pete who?” I asked, angling my head for him.
He nipped the spot at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “Exactly.” His breath fanned over my heated skin.
“You want to be around boys, that’s fine, but it’ll be with an achy pussy. Ruined panties. And cum drunk.”
“You’re going to fuck me now? Here?” I glanced around the bathroom that had bowling ball wallpaper and smelled like fruity air freshener. I’d do it, I was that turned on.
That thrilled.
His hand slid up my bare thigh and beneath my skirt. Then into my panties.
I gripped his corded forearm, not to push away, but to make sure he didn’t stop.
He licked the side of my neck then murmured, “I’m not claiming my mate in a bowling alley bathroom.” One finger slid into me, hard and deep, driving me up onto my tiptoes. I gasped at the sudden action. My eyes fell closed. While Cody had put his mouth on me–which was substantially more intimate than this since I still had all my clothes on–this was the first time a guy had ever finger banged me. “But I sure as hell can make it known that you’re taken care of.”
“Oh my God,” I breathed, rolling my hips as he fingered me. I’d used a vibrator before–only recently because there was no way I’d have a sex toy in my dad’s house–but this was so much better.
“You’re going to be nice and quiet and come all over my hand. No one hears you but me,” he growled. “Otherwise, I stop and leave you on edge all night.”
I bit my lip and nodded. I wanted to come so, so bad.
He slid a second finger in. “So fucking tight.”
I was so wet, the sound his actions were making was a little embarrassing. Except his palm rubbed over my clit, and I forgot about that. And my name.
“You’re going to go back out there, and Pete’s going to know you’ve already got a man.”
Cody wasn’t gentle. He was almost rough in his actions. Fierce. As if it was his primal need to get me off and quick.
I rocked my hips, practically riding his fingers.
“Good girl,” he praised as I came. “You look so fucking gorgeous when you come, sugar.” He thrust some more, wringing another orgasm out of me. “That’s right, your body knows who owns it. No one else can make you come like this. Who can give you what you need?”
“You can,” I moaned, delirious, trying to catch my breath.
He kissed my neck, slipped up the panties, then patted my pussy gently over them.
“Mine.”
Then he flipped the bolt and left.
If that wasn’t staking his claim, I didn’t know what was.
11
CODY
I returned to the bar with the jealous rage of my wolf still pumping through my veins.
Finger fucking Riley in the bathroom at a bowling alley probably wasn’t what Rob had in mind when he gave me the one week deadline. The problem was, my wolf was too damn riled up–pun partially intended–to trust myself around her tonight.
Rob commanded I join her to me at the hip, ensuring she fell in love with me.
What the fuck did I know about making someone fall in love?
I certainly never had before.
Yeah, I had a reputation in town as a good lay. It didn’t take that many stories in a small town before everyone thought I banged a different female every night. The town wasn’t that big, for fuck’s sake. Sure, when I had sex, I always made sure my partner had the time of her life.
But fall in love… and be my fated mate?
Fuck.
Not my specialty. And what did I know about being a fated mate?
What we did in the bathroom was me staking my claim. Reminding her who she belonged to. Was it caveman of me? Hell, yes. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.
But it wasn’t enough. In fact, maybe it had been the wrong thing to do. I should go to Riley’s place tonight after my shift and show her that I wasn’t just all about sex. That I was going to be a partner to her. The guy who came home faithfully every night and got under the covers with her.
Except after seeing that asshole with his arm along the back of her seat tonight, I was afraid to be in a bed with her.
Afraid I would tear her clothes off with my teeth and fuck her until she screamed my name loudly enough to wake the entire neighborhood. I would, too.
And while there was a helluva lot of appeal to that scenario, I didn’t think it was going to move her closer to understanding what I wanted from her.
She wanted me to punch her V-card.