Mac (Mountain Men #2) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Mountain Men Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
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“Seriously? Those were on my fork.”

She swallows and pierces another veggie bit. “Mac, I’ve had your cock in my mouth. I really don’t mind.”

Jesus.

I chuckle, and pull her closer to me. “You have,” I whisper in her ear.

“So then,” she whispers back, “I reckon eating your leftover greens is fine.”

I can tell she’s as turned on as I am, the way her pulse races and her hands feel clammy in mine. I can tell how badly she wants this.

“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear, as I part her legs and run my thumb over the fabric that separates her pussy from me. She opens her legs even wider, and I take my chance.

I stroke her right over her clothes, firmly and steadily, circling my thumb and watching as her hips jerk and her body tightens as she gets more and more aroused. I lean my mouth to her ear.

“There are so many things I want to do to you.”

“Tell me.”

“I want to tie you up and gag you.”

Stroke, stroke, stroke.

“I want to wrap my belt around your wrists until you can’t move, put your legs in a spreader bar so you can’t close them, then lick your sweet cunt until you come on my tongue.”

She moans, wriggling her hips as I continue to stroke her right over her panties.

“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear. “You’ve been a very good girl. But if you were naughty, I’d have to spank you first.”

“Would you?” she asks, her voice a strangled plea.

“Aye, of course,” I say, dragging my words out slowly, as I put gentle pressure between her thighs. I nibble her earlobe.

I’m not Mac Cowen anymore, bent on revenge. She isn’t the daughter of my enemy.

She’s my sweet lover, and it’s my mission in life to please her.

“How would you punish me?” she whispers, squirming as she clenches her legs together.

“I’d strip you. Take every bit of your clothing off, then I’d bend you over my knee,” I whisper. “And spank you until you screamed for mercy.”

She’s panting, and her eyes meet mine. Her lips part. I kiss her, tangling our tongues as she comes.

“I’d bring you to the verge of climax, then leave you there, begging for me to give you pleasure. Throbbing. Panting. Still squirming in pain from your punishment.”

I can feel her body spasm at my touch, her moans becoming mine as I work her closer to climax. Then she shatters, moaning into her orgasm as I stroke her and hold her. My own heart beats faster at her moans of pleasure, my cock painfully hard. I kiss her and hold her until she sags against me.

“Oh my God,” she says, her voice filled with laughter. “You didn’t even touch me bare. I came straight over my clothing like a horny teenager.”

I adjust my hardened dick and groan. “Feel like a horny teenager myself.”

She covers her mouth with her hand. “Poor Mac,” she says, giggling harder. “I can…”

She looks over her shoulder at the wide windows that look straight into the street.

“My God, you’ll make an exhibitionist out of me, won’t you?”

“Oh, darlin’. Too late for that. There’s no making anything. You’re already there.” She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, as she gives me a suggestive look.

“How about I… you know. You did say I gave bloody good—”

I hold her tightly, my dick so hard I have to shift on my seat. Just from watching her come, and now because of her offer.

She’s an addiction I can’t seem to shake.

“Not here,” I say gently. I don’t want her to feel rejected. “Not now. You gave me the best blow job of my life, Bryn, and I’ve thought about that so many times I’m fuckin’ losing my mind. But I’ll lose my focus if you do that, and I can’t risk it. I need to be on guard to protect you.”

She trails her fingertips along my neckline. “You sure, big guy?”

I gently push her off my lap. “Very sure. Protecting you’s top of my priority list.”

She gives me a wistful look, somehow a little sad. “Just when I think you can’t get any better,” she says softly.

I groan, adjusting myself as we stand. “I will take a fuckin’ rain check.”

“You’ve got it.”

A shadow crosses her face.

“Everything alright?”

She frowns, wrapping her arms around her torso. I pull her over to me, and rest my hand on her lower back. “What is it?”

“I don’t feel safe here after what happened with Michail. And now that my father’s given me permission to see you…” her voice trails off, and it pings my curiosity that she won’t meet my eyes.

It seems too easy. Too fucking easy. Why would her father give in that easily?

“Yes?”

“I think I felt better back up in the mountains,” she says in a rush. “Wedding’s in a week, and in only a few more hours I’ll have this dress finished. Maybe we could go back up for now?”


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