Page 117 of Blue Moon Mistress

He shakes his head. “Keep the shirt on, just in case.”

I look at the back door, not needing clarification about what might happen.

And while it might be fun to give the old woman a heart attack, Mrs. Miller didn’t need to get a good look at my breasts because she doesn’t understand what trespassing is.

Johnny pulls my head down to his, kissing me thoroughly enough to take my mind off it.

But nothing can take my mind off the burning in my thighs. I’ll have to build up more strength there if I plan to do this regularly…

The thought of every Saturday morning makes me groan.

I kiss him, possibly too roughly, and climb off, gritting my teeth as the cold air washes over me.

“Come here.” I tug him up to standing and lead him to the island. It only takes a moment to clear away the few remaining things so I can bend over and hold myself open for him.

His hands go to my hips and he smoothes them up my side.

“God, you always make the prettiest picture.”

The tiles of the kitchen island are freezing cold against my abdomen and I’m desperately glad I’m still wearing Johnny’s shirt.

I spread myself wide for him. Because he likes to take his time, and I’m more than happy to entice him however I need to.

He eases into me slowly. “We want all your weekends, wicked girl.” As his hips meet mine, the groan he makes is so deep, it feels like it’s coming from within me. “Hell, if I didn’t think it was too selfish, I’d ask for all of your days.”

He stretches me so completely, I’d be worried… if I could think at all.

But there’s nothing to say as he takes me in a his slowly building rhythm and I come apart again.

He comes apart with me, and when I open my eyes, I see the others watching us. But they don’t ask to join in or take over. They seem happy enough as spectators.

I stay there for a while longer, cheek to cold counter top, and then Johnny pulls me up to standing, the move sliding me off of him.

He turns me, leaning me back against the cabinetry. “Go get cleaned up before one of them decides to take this as an invitation.”

The hall bathroom seems safest.

I don’t think any of them would hesitate to take me through round three for the day, and while I’d enjoy it… I know I’d pay for it later.

I clean myself up a little better this time, but I still don’t know where any of my underwear are.

Before I can go interrogate anyone about it, that too familiar ringtone echoes through the house. But when I open the door, I don’t have to go hunt down my purse.

Chase holds out my phone and I take it from him with a quick smile.

“Mother,” I say, answering the phone and belting my robe.

“You’re being summoned back.”

It shouldn’t be a surprise, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. “How bad is it?”

She doesn’t tell me. She just says, “Your wolves are required too.”

Eighteen

I stareat myself in the mirror a little too long.

I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to do this. It hadn’t occurred to me thatwe’dhave to do this.

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