Amanda's Wolves(99)

She moaned, her hand going to his forearm to either encourage him to continue or make him stop driving her wild. She didn’t know which plan she had, but it didn’t matter because Sawyer wasn’t stoppable.

Her arousal rose, and she dragged her knee higher to give him better access. She tipped her head back, elongating her neck for him to nibble.

And then she held her breath when she was so close her orgasm was imminent. She knew better than to do that in front of Sawyer, but she couldn’t help herself.

Instantly, he stopped, pulled his fingers from her channel, and flattened her onto her back.

She moaned. “God. Sawyer. Please don’t stop like that. It drives me insane.”

“I know. That’s why I do it.” He climbed between her legs and nudged them wider, a grin on his face. And then the grin fell, and he thrust his cock into her.

She whimpered and grabbed his biceps as his hands landed on both sides of her head.

“So. Tight.” He eased out and then drove back in with more force. “So. Wet.” He did it again. “So. Damn. Hot.” Again.

Her vision blurred. She loved when he fucked her like this. Hell, she loved every way he took her, but he called this hammering version of sex fucking, and it made her arousal shoot through the roof when he said it out loud.

His lips found hers. He kissed her as roughly as his cock pounded into her, driving her back to the edge in seconds. “Sawyer…” she muttered into his mouth.

“Come for me, Amanda,” he whispered as he lifted his face an inch from hers. “Come. I want to watch your expression.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, and her mouth fell open as she shattered beneath him. Her pussy gripped at his cock as wave after wave of her orgasm held him deep.

And then he shocked her. On a long groan, he pulled out, jerked one hand between their bodies, and stroked his hard length against her belly. On a sharp cry, he came, his come jutting across her flat belly in hot spurts, over and over again until he was finally spent.

Finally, he flopped down on her side, gasping for breaths. “Almost forgot to pull out. You make me lose my mind,” he muttered.

She twisted her head to face him. “Why did you want to pull out?”

He turned his face toward her and grinned. “Right. Sorry. You’re fertile.”

“What?” Her voice sounded high-pitched and squeaky.

“Ovulating.” He shrugged.

“Lord. Logan mentioned you could sense that. But I didn’t really believe him.”

“It’s true. I can smell it, hon.” He lifted onto one elbow and turned to face her.

“That’s crazy.”

“That’s life.”

She licked her suddenly dry lips. “Well, I guess I should thank you.” She narrowed her gaze. “If you even think of getting me pregnant in the near future…”

“We would never.” He reached for her face and pulled her down for a kiss.

And then his phone rang.

»»•««

“They’re going to kill you,” Laurie said into the phone. “Can’t you at least wait for one of us to come get you?”

“Nope.” Amanda rushed around the room with the cell tucked between her shoulder and her ear. She grabbed her shoes and quickly stuffed her feet into them. She wasn’t as professional as she would normally like to be to head to the campus, but Lucy had called fifteen minutes ago to say that human resources wanted to know if she could come in.

She was very apologetic, saying that she was supposed to have called Amanda the night before, but she’d gotten sidetracked and forgotten. And could she come now?

Amanda assured her it was fine, and here she was, scampering around to get ready. At least she’d had the foresight to let someone know. There was no way in hell she was going to call either Logan or Sawyer. First of all, they would have forbidden her to go, which would have infuriated her. And second of all, neither of them was in cell reach. Logan was in the mountains leading a hike, and Sawyer had gotten called to a fire.

Obviously she could have reached them telepathically, and she’d nibbled her bottom lip for about a minute while working on her makeup and pondering that idea. And then she’d decided against it. Same results would have occurred, and the reality was she wasn’t about to tell her future boss that her two boyfriends were so overprotective they wouldn’t allow her to leave the house unattended.

Lucy was well aware the grant money she had was for a job that wouldn’t be seen favorably by a lot of people, but she certainly didn’t think the woman she was hiring would be in any real danger. It would sound ridiculous to imply otherwise.

Nope. In the end, she decided it was better to ask forgiveness than permission. “I’ll be fine.”