There was that crooked grin from him. And just like that, she knew he couldn’t say no to her. “Whatever you say, princess,” he said and readjusted the glasses back on his face. They did something to bring out his eyes, Holly thought to herself as she rewarded him with a few lengthy licks. His eyes could get lost in the mass of curly hair on his head, or the dark scruff that peppered his chin and upper lip, but the glasses gave his ruggedness some kind of balance, made him look like dignified, deliberate.
He gave a shudder, fully hard under her tongue now, his large cock arching proudly over the chiseled muscles of his stomach. Not for the first time, Holly wondered how she’d gotten so lucky to get someone so unbearably attractive.
“Read it out loud,” she whispered.
A grin played on his lips. “Really?” She nodded. Vehemently. “Alright…”
He lifted Pride and Prejudice off his chest and started reading. His voice was a deep, dark growl, smooth and velvety, like the way his cock felt under her tongue, and she listened as she sucked him deeper into his mouth.
Holly recognized the section. Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy were finally beginning to bond during her stay at Netherfield. Not a particularly sensual section, but Holly was barely listening to the plot anyway—she knew Jane Austen’s words by heart. Instead, she was listening to the low drone of Jacob’s voice, how his tongue smudged over a couple archaic words here and there; the way his breath hitched between sentences. She pulled his cock between her lips, giving him long, hard sucks, and mapped out the ridges and veins of his cock under her fluttering tongue. It wasn’t long after that he started skipping words, then complete sentences, and soon he dropped the book entirely.
He hissed, his fingers dipping into her hair instead, getting a good grip. She could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. What was it about mornings that made everything so much more sensitive, so much more intense?
As if on cue, he murmured, “Ah…Holly…I’m right there, baby…”
She didn’t want to take him out of her mouth, not when he looked so damn good twisted up in lust, and so she gave consent with a muffled Mmhm her lips still wrapped tight around his cock, her head bobbing. A few more nods and sucks and his fingers tightened in her hair and he growled, deep in the back of his throat, as he spilled over into her mouth.
She tasted him, salty-sweet, and she swallowed it down and lapped at the head of his cock until he was fully spent. Only then did she pull back and let him recalibrate.
“I’m sorry we fought last night,” she said after a moment, propping her chin on his hip.
He laughed—a wonderful, breathy sound—and cupped her chin in his hand, pressing his thumb to her bottom lip. “Baby, you fight with me all you want. I can take it.”
She crawled up beside him then and wrapped her arm around him. He felt warm, strong, smelled like sex, and she covered herself in it for a second. His arm fell around her and he kissed her throat—which, truthfully, made her tense, even with his fangs behind his lips. His hand traveled downwards, however, and made itself snug between her thighs. She laughed, grabbed his wrist, and shook her head. “Not now. I have to go to work.”
“It’s not my style to leave a woman hanging,” he murmured and she felt her pussy pulse as though it were involved in a practiced call and response (call, Jacob’s sex-voice; response, wet, aching, throbbing).
“Mm. You can make it up to me tonight.”
“You want me to drive you?” he asked.
She shook her head and then tilted it up to glance at him. “Can I take the Buggy out back?” They had a couple work cars lying around the ranch and there was an old robin’s-egg-blue Buggy she’d had her eye on sitting dormant behind the house.
He scrunched his eyebrows. “Of course. Or I can drive you.”
“Stay here.” She grinned playfully and tiptoed her fingers across his chest. “Finish Pride and Prejudice. I want a full report by tonight.”
He snorted a laugh and said, “Yes, professor.” She pressed her lips to his quickly, and then hopped out of bed to brush her teeth.
He lifted the hardcover, smug. “I like this book.”
She laughed. “I bet you do.”
Chapter 26
[SMS: Apples4Days] I want to get off the ranch tonight.
[SMS: Bitesalot35] ok. u ever been to a rodeo bar?
[SMS: Apples4Days] A what?
[SMS: Bitesalot35] I’ll send the address.
Jacob got to the Weeping Willow first. He hadn’t been there recreationally for a while—and with good reason. There were two real social venues in their one-horse town. The first was St. Mary’s Church, where everyone went to confess their sins. The second was the Weeping Willow Tavern, where everyone went to commit their sins. The rodeo bar was complete with country music, a dance floor, and—you guessed it—a mechanical bull. Fully restored, thanks to Brent. On a Friday night like this, the place was packed with familiar faces. A lot of single women and men—a lot of shifters—and all of them were prowling. It wasn’t uncommon to come alone and leave arm in arm with someone.