Blind Date With A Bear(24)

Paige whimpered as he rolled his hips, the movement mimicking the motion he’d make if he were thrusting inside her. He hitched her left leg higher and trailed his fingers along the back of her thigh until he was touching the wet heat of her center. His finger brushed along the silken fabric of her panties. God, she wanted him to touch her. To plunge his finger inside. She broke away from the soul-stealing kiss to plead, “Quinn, please.”

His teeth raked along her jaw and down her neck. She leaned her head back to give him better access. “Do you want to come, baby?” He pressed harder with his finger, forcing her panties between the lips of her pussy.

“Please.”

Needing one hand free, he moved away, letting her leg fall back to the floor. He burrowed his fingers beneath the elastic band of her underwear near the top of her thigh. The tips of his fingers brushed across the neatly trimmed hair to slide downwards along the slickened folds.

“So wet, baby. So damn wet for me.”

He stroked her a few more time before withdrawing his fingers and pressing his denim-clad leg between hers. She groaned and shamelessly rubbed herself against him. The front of her thigh hit against the hard ridge of his cock with each hump of her hips. He swore he felt himself grow.

He pressed his leg up, mashing the lips of her pussy. She was wet and open. So ready…her juices soaked into the rough fabric of his pants. “Ride me,” he ordered.

Paige’s senses were on overload. Quinn’s harsh, guttural command had her relaxing her body, allowing his thigh to hold her weight.

She looked at him, loving him—wanting him so much. Did it matter how long she had with this man? So what if she wasn’t his mate. That didn’t mean they couldn’t have a memorable relationship until he found the woman. She pushed away the wave of anguish and jealousy that threatened to wash over her. Live in the moment, Paige, she reminded herself. Live in the moment.

He lifted her slightly, gathering her to him. Sighing in pure delight, she allowed him to guide her, the friction of his leg against her clit bringing her orgasm closer and closer. As she continued to ride his leg, he bent his head and drew the hard aching nipple of her left breast into his mouth, sucking it through the thin fabric of her dress and lacy satin of her bra. Paige felt the silken cord of arousal, the connection between her breast and her womb. His mouth and her pussy.

She rode him, almost sobbing at the long, slow, wet strokes. Her panties were so wet her pussy glided over the soft denim of his jeans. “So good,” she whispered.

“Fuck yeah, it is.”

A shiver ran through her at his response and brought her closer to the edge. His hands gripped her hips, pressing her down as he thrust his leg up, moving her, harder and faster. He controlled her like a rag doll, dragging out the pleasure until it rolled over her in waves. “Quinn.”

“Yeah, baby,” he panted. “That’s it.”



Ryland and Ryker were on the tenth floor of the new office complex when the sound of the freight elevator rumbling to a stop broke into their conversation. The elevator stopped, but no one got off. They looked at each other then crossed the floor. Inside, Paige and Quinn continued to kiss. Quinn’s leg was thrust between hers and they both knew exactly what their brother had done. Making a woman climax was the greatest thing of all. Except climaxing yourself.

Ryland tilted his head to the side as he watched. “Have you ever been kissed like that?”

“No,” his twin answered, the same note of envy and desire in his voice.

“Me either.”

The couple continued to kiss, lost in their own world, a world both twins envied.

“Hey, Quinn,” Ryland said. “You might want to let her go before you get carried away. Unless you want us to watch.” He figured that would bring Quinn’s bear to the surface and back to the awareness of his surroundings quicker than anything. Not that he would mind sharing. He and Ryker had done it in the past when a woman couldn’t make up her mind which twin she wanted for the night. Cause it was always just for the night.

They avoided attachments better than Quinn. Now, looking at the hard stamped features of his brother as he basically devoured his mate, he wondered, not for the first time, what it would feel like to find your mate. That other part that completed you. That filled that void deep inside that you never talked about. Just lived with, constantly.

Paige drifted back to awareness, no longer feeling the sway and kick of the elevator. She drew back from Quinn’s kiss with an effort. Instead of letting her go, his mouth found the place where her throat and neck joined, and sucked. Paige swore her eyes rolled back in her head at the sensation. If his leg hadn’t still been thrust between hers, she would have sunk to the elevator floor no longer able to support herself.