Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Fuck. Oh fuck, Grant. This is…”
“Hush. Just feel.”
It was too much. His cock was so hard against mine, the skin stretched so tight. Precum dripped from both our slits, easing his fast, rough strokes. I was so close, so—
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
I gasped as my orgasm hit me so hard I would have slid to the floor if Grant hadn’t been holding me up.
He came immediately after me, and the feel of his spasming cock made me jerk once more, giving one last spurt of cum.
I stared down at our joined cocks, his hand, and the sticky mess we’d made and couldn’t help but smile.
Grant brought his hand to my mouth again. “Clean it off.”
I took hold of his wrist and went to work. My cock twitched as I licked our combined cum from his fingers. I knew it wasn’t likely, but I wondered if he could make me come again. Would he try if I begged?
Grant stepped back, but he kept a hand on my hip. “Come on, baby, let’s take a ride.”
I stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “How am I supposed to ride after that? The world is still spinning.”
“You’re going to have to learn to recover faster because if you keep being so damn irresistible, this is going to happen a lot.”
“I like that you can’t keep your hands off me.”
He kissed me, slowly brushing his lips over mine. “That’s good because that’s not going to change either.”
“Grant, where the hell are you? Why is Biscuit… Oh fuck.” Rhys turned away and put a hand over his face. “I did not need to see that.”
I stayed where I was, and Grant used his big body to protect me from Rhys’s gaze.
“Give us a minute,” Grant said as I fumbled through buttoning my pants.
“You need to come to the house,” Rhys insisted.
Grant fixed his own clothes once he saw I was able to stand on my own. “What’s wrong?”
“We got an ID on the body.”
“And?”
“He was FBI.”
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GRANT
I closed my eyes and tried to push away my panic. This was my fuckup. I didn’t nail down TJ, and now we were fucked.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Rhys said.
“No, I imagine it’s going to be worse.”
“Just come back and get the full explanation.”
“You too,” Rhys said, looking at Jacob. “You’re clearly one of us now.”
Jacob shook his head. “I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Yes, you are.”
My words and Rhys’s ran together. Rhys raised his brows and gave us a pointed look. I waved him off. “Go on. We’ll be there in a minute.”
“Are you really going to let me come to your family meeting?” Jacob asked when Rhys had left us.
I took his hand and tugged him to me. “I’m sure as hell not leaving you alone. Why did you say you aren’t one of us?”
“I… um… I didn’t want him to get the wrong impression.”
Jacob’s eyes widened when I scowled at him. I was sure I was scary as hell in that moment, but I couldn’t soften my expression. “And what impression would that be?”
“That we… That you…”
“That you’re mine. That this thing between us isn’t going away. Ever.”
“Maybe not, but I… I don’t deserve you.”
“Jacob, you deserve so much more than me. You deserve a life free from danger and threat and—”
“What if that’s not what I want?”
“Then I guess we’ll have to figure things out.” It wasn’t what I wanted either because it meant he would have to leave. That might kill me, but how could I force him to stay here once he didn’t need me anymore? I’d have to work that out later. Everything had seemed so certain while we’d been lying in bed last night. Rhys was right, Jacob was one of us now. I couldn’t think of him any other way.
I took Jacob’s hand and started leading him toward the house.
Could I truly protect him and my brothers?
Rhys and I are grown. We can all take care of each other. Rogue’s words echoed in my head, but would he really be staying long term, or was this just a break for him because he was bored with the rodeo?
What if he does? You’ve got more chosen family that will be coming home soon. They’ll need a place once they’re no longer in the marines. And there’s Jacob.
No, he doesn’t need to be part of that world.
If he’s yours, then he’s in your world.
I can’t do that to him.
Then let him go.
I wanted to rip apart that inner voice for even suggesting such a thing. The idea of Jacob in another man’s arms filled me with fury and fear. When I’d seen Rhys’s hand on Jacob’s thigh, my vision had gone red. I knew I was being ridiculous. Rhys would never try to take a man I’d claimed. He was positioning Jacob’s foot in the stirrups like he would any riding student’s. Like he used to do for countless men, women, girls, and boys when he taught riding lessons before joining the marines, but something about him touching Jacob, about the thought of anyone but me touching Jacob, made me crazy.