Rebecca’s Wolves(65)
“Went to help Trace with a group of hikers. He called early and said Zachary had twisted his ankle, and he needed backup.”
“Ah, so the sun is shining?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”
She stiffened. “Of course. I mean silly me. It will probably shine right up until I set one foot on the floor. Did you know I can control the weather with my actions?”
He tensed. “Love, what the hell are you talking about?” He stroked a hand down her hair and brushed it from her neck before nibbling a distracting path around to her mouth.
“I’m not kidding. I bet you ten dollars if I got up and put on my running shoes, a hurricane or a blizzard or a tsunami would hit Montana.”
He chuckled, his voice vibrating off her neck and making her squirm. She was failing at keeping her arousal at bay. “A tsunami, huh?”
“Yep.”
“How do you figure?”
“Your freaky spirit doesn’t want me to race next weekend.”
He jerked his head up and met her gaze, his brow furrowed now. “What do you mean?”
“Every single time I try to run, I’m thwarted. I kid you not.”
“That’s crazy. It’s just a coincidence.”
“Yeah? So the flat tires were a coincidence? The tree down. And then a summer storm with hail and a deluge?”
“What storm?”
“Yesterday.” She rolled her eyes. How could he forget the downpour that happened all afternoon?
“It rained?”
Her face fell. “Please tell me you’re fucking with me.”
He shook his head, his hand coming up to cup her jaw. “Not fucking with you. When did it rain?”
“I wouldn’t even call it rain. I would call it more like a tropical storm. Right here. Yesterday. Maybe four o’clock. It didn’t let up. Even the electricity went out in the gym.”
He didn’t speak for several seconds, and then he sat up. “I guess it’s possible. It’s nearly forty miles to Sojourn. Maybe the storm didn’t reach that end of the lake. What time do you need to be at work?”
“Afternoon shift today. Three.”
“Let’s go then.”
“Where?” she asked as he stood next to the bed and tugged the sheet off her.
He hesitated, his gaze roaming down her body and back up while she squirmed under the intensity. Then he was back on the bed, nestled between her legs as he spread them wide and tucked them over his elbows. “But first this,” he said right before his mouth landed on her pussy and made her eyes roll to the back of her head.
She buried her fingers in his hair and held on while he sucked relentlessly. She’d never been the kind of woman to get aroused easily or quickly, but that was before.
Miles brought her to the edge and over the top so fast she never had a chance to wrap her mind around it. Before she caught her breath, he climbed over her and slid his cock home on a long drawn-out groan. “Oh, sweet Jesus, love…”
She tipped her head back and held on to his arms while he fucked her. It felt so good. Just what she needed. And she got it a lot.
She was one lucky woman—sexually, anyway.
Miles paused for a second, buried to the hilt, just long enough to lift her ass and slide a pillow under her. Then he slammed back in.
The new angle sent stars to float in front of her eyes. “Miles…”
His cock kept pounding as another climax came to the surface, and even after she came around him a second time, he kept going.
Finally, on a long growl, he arched in deeper and held himself steady.
She swore she could feel his come hitting the end of her channel.
Miles set his forehead between her breasts and heaved one breath after another for long minutes before he lifted his gaze and gave her a slow, sexy smile. “I am one lucky bastard.”
She grinned back, having thought the same about herself.
“Now, where were we before you distracted me with your body?”
“Me?” she asked, squirming under him. A thought made her grab his arms to get his attention. “Are you sure I can’t get pregnant? We’ve had sex like two hundred times lately.”
“Nope. Not right now. And we wouldn’t get you pregnant without your permission.”
“I don’t see how the hell you can control it.”
“Trust me. That’s how it works. If you were ovulating, we would smell it on you. We need to use condoms when you’re fertile.” He bent down and kissed her soundly but briefly. “Now that I’ve had the best wakeup call ever, let’s go.”
“You never said where we’re going,” she stated as he lifted off her and climbed from the bed.
“For that run.” His sexy firm ass distracted her as he headed for the bathroom.