JARED-1(Lane Brothers, Book 4)(45)

“I don’t want to talk right now, Cupcake. Go back to sleep, you need your rest. You’re still—”

“Fine,” she growls, sitting up to straddle my waist and glare down at me. “See? Look, those drugs Miah gave me worked a miracle and I’m totally good right now,” she mutters, lifting my T-shirt she’s wearing to reveal a thin pink scar where the surgeons cut her and the almost healed scratches on her belly. “Talk to me, Lane.”

I mutter a curse and push her back to the bed, sitting up and turning my back to her with a grunt.

“Miah isn’t doing so well right now, baby. He’s going nuts about Roman, and with Clari pregnant, I think he’s trying to rush things so he can breathe or something. I’m scared he’ll blow Roman’s op by doing something stupid, but I don’t want to care right now, ya know? I want a few days with you, with just us and lovemaking and some time to talk,” I mutter, leaning my face into my hands.

“So take them then, Sugar,” she murmurs, coming over my back to kiss the nape of my neck. “Miah and Roman are the ones who started all this, and they’ll be the ones to finish it. All you can do is be there for them when they need you to be. Worrying yourself to death isn’t going to solve a thing, and if you need a few days off then you should take them without your brother making you feel guilty. I’m sure he didn’t mean whatever he said, baby.”

Her soft reassurances are everything I need and I turn to pull her down beneath me with a growl and soft kisses spread all over her smiling face.

“How’d I get so lucky to snag you, Paulette Hayes?”

The moan she lets out when I pull her shirt up and latch on to her pink nipple shoots straight to my dick and I settle down between her legs to grind against her panty-covered sex.

She’s always so warm and willing, I think as I transfer my mouth to her other breast and groan my delight at the silky bud between my lips. Her hips are already pumping back at me, and I smell her arousal right before her creamy heat penetrates the cotton panties and kisses my naked flesh, taunting me.

“Sugar. Oh yes, suck harder,” she moans. I do as she asks, feeling like a king when she starts pulling at my hair and her need becomes a wild, living thing.

I want in her, I want to mark her as mine and spread her scent all over my skin so that anyone who comes near will know that I’m hers and hers, alone.

I want to off-load in her, marking and claiming her as mine. The need is so great that I just barely find the will to swipe a hand through her slit to test her readiness, before ripping her panties to shreds and thrusting into her like a wild beast.

We both groan at the sensations, and I almost howl my satisfaction when her silky heat wraps around me in a strangle hold of pure and binding ownership.

The lovemaking is hard and desperate as I lose my finesse and just start pounding into her, completely lost to anything but the sensation and the emotions exploding through my nerve endings.

Paulie is right with me, though, and I feel her tighten up a second before she sinks her teeth into my shoulder and detonates beneath me in shuddering waves of pleasure.

I want it to last, but the need has me too far gone and it takes only a few more deep-seated thrusts before I’m pushing into her as far as I can and off-loading my seed into her unprotected womb.

“Love you,” I wheeze, finding the strength to fall down beside her as I continue to pet her tenderly.

Paulie turns her head and smiles at me with so much love, I can’t help but feel the peace I’ve been searching for all day.

“Love you, too, Sugar. Now go to sleep and dream of me.”

And I do. I dream of her walking down the aisle to me and smiling tearfully when the judge pronounces us man and wife, and I dream of golden-eyed little terrors with smiles just like hers and a penchant for painting and collecting cat items. I dream of having a long life with her by my side.





Chapter Fourteen


Paulette

I’m so excited I can hardly breathe right now, and I swear if I pinch myself one more time I’ll be walking down the aisle resembling a big, purple bruise.

Jared, my one and only, finally took my advice sometime yesterday after nearly picking himself bald and told Mama to call the judge. He also informed Wyatt of Miah’s craziness and his big brother promised to take care of that while we made wedding plans and started our honeymoon early.

I’m also excited because I get to have Ronny here with us this time around, and it just feels so much better, so right.

“Oh, honey, Jared is going to die when he sees you,” Mama says tearfully and I have to laugh when the rest of the girls all tear up, too, Ronny included, though she’s been ragging me about getting tied down and giving up my freedom since she got here yesterday with Bronx hot on her heels.