Series: Shifter Ops Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Still, someone needs to draw boundaries here because Channing clearly doesn’t know what’s appropriate with Geo and what’s not.
“All of the above. Do me a favor–skip the lessons on criminal activities and focus on helping him with his wolf? Leave the normal parenting to me.”
His expression doesn’t change, and yet I fear I’ve hurt him. “You got it, babe.” He reaches for me, pulling me into the circle of his arms. He seems to have brushed off my harsh words about parenting, but I feel guilty. Especially when I know Channing struggles with feeling like a fuck-up.
But Geo’s my kid. Mi vida. Everything to me. I know I’m probably over-protective, but I have to be. I’m a single parent. I didn’t have a village or a pack to help me raise this kid.
I have family, but they’re in Nogales, on the Mexican side of the border. We don’t get to see them as often as I wish.
“Let me make it up to you?” Channing crooks that panty-melting smile of his, and I feel even guiltier.
His hands slide down and mold around my ass. I loop my arms around his neck and jump to straddle him, knowing my weight won’t knock him over. He makes me feel young again. Limber. Sexy.
He carries me into the bedroom, his beautiful muscles bulging and rippling as he lays me down in the center of the bed. I don’t lie back and let him do this thing, though. I’m the aggressor this time. Maybe I want to make up for the fact that I don’t trust him. Or that I probably hurt him.
I rise up on my knees and tear his shirt off, then reach for the button on his jeans. He kicks off his boots, his breath quickening.
It amazes me that this young, virile man finds me so attractive. That he still wants me, even after I offended him. I get his zipper open and fist his cock, dragging the skin down toward the tip, reveling in the way it surges and lengthens even more in my hand.
Channing kicks his jeans and boxer briefs off then pulls off my blouse and works off my bra.
I urge him up on the bed and onto his back, so I can crawl over his legs and take his length into my mouth.
“Oh, Fates,” he croaks the moment my tongue hits the head of his cock. I take him into the pocket of my cheek a few times, then pop off and lick around the head. “Jewels.”
I take him into my mouth again and hum in response, fisting the base of his cock and sliding my hand up and down in concert with my mouth, so it feels like I’m taking him all the way in.
He grips my head, fingers gripping my hair roughly then releasing and massaging my scalp, like he just remembered to be gentle.
I love it.
Love getting this response from him. Giving something back. Making him feel good the way he’s pleasured me.
I massage his balls with one hand and suck hard, hollowing my cheeks.
Channing’s breath grows raspy and ragged. He slaps the bed beside his leg. “Climb on me, Jewels,” he pants. “I want you to come with me.”
I slow down, licking his balls, tracing the vein on the underside of his cock. Then I scoot off the bed to tug off my yoga pants.
Channing grabs a condom from the bedside table and rolls it on. He’s up on his knees again, but I push on his chest, forcing–ha, as if that were possible–him onto his back.
He complies, green eyes gleaming in the darkness.
I climb over him and lower myself onto his erection, not needing any more foreplay than the blowjob. His arousal works to arouse me. My internal muscles clench in satisfaction, and Channing growls, reaching for my hips to tug me down. To take him deeper.
“Oh God.” My hands drop to his broad shoulders, and I rock my hips over his, grinding my clit against his loins.
His fingers tighten on my hips, and he helps me, urging me forward and back, finding a sustainable rhythm. “That’s it, Jewels. Take me deep. Chase your pleasure.”
I toss my head back. Bare my teeth. Imagine I’m a she-wolf taking what she wants. I don’t know why that helps me feel unbound, but it does. Like I can let my animal side free. Not that I have an animal side. Not like Channing.
I work my hips over Channing’s, growing slicker every moment. Growing more wild. More free.
And then, it’s not enough.
Channing seems to know the moment I need a change because he flips our bodies in a deft roll, bringing his above mine. In this position, he slams into me, gripping the headboard so hard it cracks, and he has to shift his hand to push back against the wall.