Sharon’s Wolves(54)

“Why do you do it?”

“Do what?” he asked.

“Work two jobs?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I couldn’t decide what I wanted to be when I grew up, so I didn’t. I chose to get my accounting degree in order to make reasonably good money and then took the job with the logging association in order to get fresh air and tromp around in the woods. Seemed like a win-win to me.”

“And it doesn’t now?”

He met her gaze. “Now I have these two mates to consider. It’s probably overkill working that many hours.”

Good. She was worried both her men would work night and day and she’d never see them. At least Jackson had considered that problem.

“I get a very serious vibe from you two,” Cooper said into their heads.

Jackson flinched, which didn’t shock her. He wasn’t even close to being used to their telepathic abilities.

“Just talking. How are things there?” Sharon responded.

“No changes. My team is sleeping in shifts here in the office while we watch the seismic activity.”

“I do not want your job,” Jackson added.

“I so do not want yours either,” Cooper tossed back. “Please spare me the numbers.”

Sharon giggled. “You’re surrounded by numbers. I saw them when I was there.”

“Yeah, well I don’t have to add them together,” he joked. “Okay, got to get back to work. Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“No promises.” Jackson lowered his face as he spoke into their minds.

Sharon closed her eyes as his lips met hers gently. Somehow she knew she was about to make slow love to this human mate of hers. Nothing with the intensity of yesterday.

And she wasn’t wrong. Jackson slid his hand up her thigh, over her hip, and across her belly. When he reached her breast and cupped it, he leaned down to take her nipple into his mouth. He wasn’t rough or hurried. He licked her as if she were a delicious ice cream cone. “Cooper isn’t kidding,” he whispered into her chest. “You do have amazing tits.”

She giggled, squirming beneath his touch. “They just came that way. I don’t get much credit.”

He smiled against her nipple, releasing the tip and then blowing against it until it pebbled further.

“Jackson…” She sighed as she spoke his name and spread her fingers against the back of his neck.

His cock pressed into her thigh, and he nudged her legs apart with one of his to wiggle it between her knees.

A slow sensuous torture began that made her gradual ascent to the edge of sanity all the more delicious. By the time he reached between her legs to gather her arousal, he’d kissed and nibbled nearly every inch of her torso. Her skin burned with need. Goose bumps rose to the surface, and she moaned as soon as he stroked a finger through her folds.

“So wet for me, love.”

“Mmm.”

“So hot.”

She didn’t comment.

Couldn’t.

When he eased his body between her legs and slid into her, he grabbed her hands with his, threaded their fingers together, and stretched them over her head. His gaze met hers and held it. As if in slow motion, he made love to her, sliding in and out with no rush. Every pass drove her toward a peak she knew was going to send her tumbling even deeper in love with this man.

He smiled. “For a wolf, you aren’t blocking well.”

She cringed. What had he gathered from her wandering thoughts?

“I’m falling in love with you too, Sharon. Every second I sink deeper.” His words were punctuated by lazy thrusts of his cock. “One day. How is that even possible?” he muttered.

She licked her lips. “It’s a wolf thing.”

“Good thing my last name is at least Wolf.” He dipped his face and sucked a nipple between his lips. When he bit down gently on the tight bud, she arched into him. He laved the distended nipple several times and then did the same to the other breast.

She gripped at him with her pussy, willing him to remain inside her for eternity.

But there was no way to put off the inevitable for very long. The mating was too new to prevent her senses from being overwhelmed with the need to orgasm.

The feelings were no different for Jackson. After only a few minutes of silently staring into each other’s eyes, they came together on a long satisfying sigh.

Jackson eased out of her and snuggled into her side. “Sleep awhile longer, love. It’s early.” His fingers threaded into her hair again, and he kissed her cheek sweetly before falling back into slumber.

For a long time, Sharon watched his face, easing her head back several inches to get a better view. In slumber he was so peaceful. His eyes relaxed, the lines that often drew them together gone. His mouth parted slightly. His face was in need of a shave that undoubtedly hadn’t happened the morning before when he’d returned to them confused and exhausted.