Sharon’s Wolves(46)

“Fifth kid in the family. Lots of experience.”

Cooper chuckled as he stepped behind her and set his hands on her hips just above Jackson’s. “Me too. I know it’s freaky weird—”

Jackson interrupted him. “Freaky weird doesn’t begin to cover it. I slept with this woman just hours ago. I want to touch her in public. Hell, I want the world to know she’s mine.”

Her face turned red as he tipped his gaze down to look at her instead of Cooper. She whispered her next words. “That makes my heart race, Jackson. And I know how you feel. Cooper does too. That’s how we’re wired. We feel deeply. Fate makes that happen. We mate for life, and we mean it with our entire souls.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me ever, because I know,” she set a hand over her chest, “in my heart, how you feel about me. How you feel about Cooper too. I don’t care about the rest of the world. I only care about the three of us and what this means to us.”

“Trust me,” Cooper added, “we’ll learn to adapt over time and take full advantage of every instance when we can be together. If the world were a perfect place, I would love to be able to sandwich Sharon in the middle of a crowded dance floor and grind into her from the front while you do so from the back, but the world isn’t perfect, and we have to make concessions along the way. Don’t stress so hard about it.”

Jackson glanced behind Cooper, wondering if someone would walk in on them even now and find him and Cooper plastering a very sexy Sharon between them.

“I locked the door,” Cooper said.

Jackson flushed slightly. “Of course you did.”

Sharon set her hands on his chest, flattened her palms, and smoothed them up until she reached his face and cupped his cheeks. “I’m flattered you’re cognizant of your environment while itching to reach for me. Channel that. Use it when we get to a private location.”

“Like now,” Cooper muttered, lowering his face to kiss Sharon’s neck.

Jackson’s blood pumped faster when Sharon made a soft sigh and let her eyes flutter shut. Her mouth fell open. She was so fucking hot.

It should unnerve him that another man was kissing her. Touching her. Making her squirm with need.

It should. But it didn’t. In fact, it gave him the opportunity to watch her without being so directly involved in her pleasure that he too was lost to the sensations.

This was one of those moments.

Sharon grabbed his biceps and dug her fingers into his muscles. She leaned forward, rose onto her tiptoes, and kissed his lips briefly.

He was lost to her.

As usual.

Lost and out of control.

Never mind they were in a public building at the junior college.

Never mind it was highly unethical to have sex in the room Cooper was using as an office.

Never mind if he allowed himself to close the distance between Sharon’s lips and his for a second kiss, he’d be doomed to ignore his good common sense.

He wanted her.

Now.

Here.

Damn the consequences.

“Are all your coworkers out in the field?”

Cooper nodded. “Yep.” He nibbled a path across Sharon’s shoulder and onto her neck.

Sharon leaned her head back against Cooper’s chest when Cooper slipped his hands under her sweater and tank top and smoothed them up her body, pushing the material higher. She moaned as Cooper eased both shirts over her head and dropped them on the floor.

Jackson glanced at the tight grip she resumed on his biceps while she bit her bottom lip as Cooper cupped her breasts and thumbed the nipples. The deep pink tinge darkened under his touch, and it seemed as though her breasts visibly swelled.

When Cooper pinched her nipples between his thumbs and pointers, she gasped.

Yep. Watching her come undone was amazing. But Jackson needed to taste her. He dipped the tips of his fingers under the waistline of her jeans at her ass and eased them around the denim until he reached the button. When he popped it loose, she arched her torso toward him.

His woman was needy. To add to the torture, he lowered the zipper far slower than necessary, listening to the subtle changes in her breathing.

Finally, he wiggled the jeans over her hips and let them fall to her knees. He had to bend down to tug her shoes off and then pull the legs of her jeans over her feet. And then he flattened his palms on her calves and smoothed them up her legs until he reached her panties.

“Jesus… Jackson… Oh, God. Cooper…”

He smiled at her fluster as he tucked a finger into both sides of her panties and lowered them down her legs. And then she was gloriously naked. And so damn beautiful she took his breath away. He needed to taste her more now than moments ago, so he tucked his feet under him and kneeled in front of her.