Page 51 of Matched into the Mob

“I’ve got it.”

“So do I.” Him mumbling around my cock sent heat surging through me.

I’d found a way to have Dane sent to jail and not torn apart by Ranger and his family. “That’s it.” I leaned forward, panting and peering at the screen as Ranger sucked my dick. I moaned, desire threading through my body, from my toes to my fingertips.

“Ranger, listen.”

“Can’t stop. Won’t stop.”

I gave in and studied what was left of the driveway illuminated by the moonlight. Not that I could actually see it ‘cause it was covered in mud and rocks. I hoped the house wouldn’t collapse, but Ranger had assured me that wouldn’t happen. The weather alert on the computer indicated more rain to come. Dane was stuck in town.

I was giving myself a break.

TWENTY

RANGER

“Take me to bed.”

“There is no bed,” I mumbled, my mouth around his cock. I was intending to prolong the blow job, coaxing him to fulfillment until he was writhing and begging for release. But his body vibrated, and he spilled into my mouth, his groans of pleasure giving my ego a boost.

“Your tongue deserves a m-medal,” he panted before slumping on the office chair, limp as a rag doll, a serene expression on his face. I pictured him floating in the ocean and being gently rocked by the waves. “My brain is mush.”

“Can’t have that.”

I smacked my lips and licked off the remains of his cum. Resting, my chin on his lap, I inhaled the musky aroma of slick and longed to savor it as it flooded my mouth.

“I adore everything about you, Matt.”

“Even my cum,” he giggled.

“All of you.” My lips left his length but my hand remained, cradling it while I murmured how much I loved him and I couldn’t wait to be in his hole.

“Mmmm.” His arms and legs flopped over the chair. “Can I order a daily Ranger blow job, and if so, is there an app for that?”

“No need for technology when you have me at your side, always at the ready, my love.”

I got up, kissed the top of his head, and unfolded the couch.

“What are you doing?” He leaned on the chair’s armrest as I tucked in the sheets. “I miss you, my alpha,” Matt grumbled.

“I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Better not,” he complained as he staggered to his feet. “I love sofa beds.” The borrowed pants he was wearing, which had slid to the tops of his thighs, slithered downward, and he toppled head first onto the bed. “Sofa beds are the best invention ever.”

I turned on a lamp and shrugged off my sweater and shirt before dropping my pants. Matt got up on one elbow, his tongue gliding around his mouth. He’d gotten an eyeful of my cock in the bathroom, but back then, I was the guy who’d abducted him.

We were past that now, and while I’d been desperate to be inside Matt since I first scented him, now he wanted it too.

“Ranger, stop.”

Now what? “Y-Yeah?” Had he changed his mind?

“Are you a virgin?”

He was seriously asking me that. No way was I getting into a discussion about past conquests. Way to spoil the mood.

“As in the first time with a human? If you’ve only had sex with shifter omegas and they can twisty turn their bodies and do impossible stunts, I can’t match that.”

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