Page 67 of When the Woods Go Silent

“A few of each. I think you and our neighbor Charles were the only men, though, and he just came for the donuts, not the smut,” Rose teases, and my chest loosens as she answers exactly what I wanted. Ronan didn’t come to question her, only to spy on her through his invisibility glamor.

Maybe he’s only here for the dreamwalker, after all.

Fucker never can resist showing me up when it comes to tracking and hunting.

ROSE

I’m debating whether to ask Kier to dinner, but I’m not even sure I want food now. My stomach has been in ridiculous knots ever since he pinned me against that shelf. I know what I really want to fill me up now, and it has nothing to do with takeout.

“So what have you left behind, to come here?” he asks, sidetracking my naughty thoughts.

“Not much,” I shrug, laughing. “I had a desk job in the city. Spreadsheets and water coolers and pointless meetings all damn day.”

“These woods must be so strange to you, if you grew up in a city.”

“Yeah, they really are. Ruby loves them, but I’m not sold yet. Although I’m not from the city originally. My dad still lives in the same single-wide trailer I grew up in. Some little blink-and-you’ll-miss-it town on the way to a slightly larger town. I haven’t been back there in years.”

“Not close with your family?” Kier asks, turning to lean against the window. The moonlight limns his profile in silver, and my breath quickens a little at the sharp beauty of his features. With some chain mail and a sword, he could be on the cover of one of my fantasy books. Even better, a bow and arrow with some sort of tunic and leather ties.

Oh. He asked me a question. “Um... it’s just my dad now. My mom died when I was pretty young. No other family, really.”

“Sorry to hear it,” he says, and it sounds genuine. I remember the first conversation we had, when I admitted I want a big family.

“It’s fine. It makes me appreciate Ruby more, you know?” Or be more codependent on her, but I don’t say that part out loud.

“What?” I ask Kier after a long moment of him just staring, studying me like he’s trying to figure out a puzzle.

“Just wondering if your book fetishes extend to baby-trapping.” He smirks as my eyes go wide.

“Oh, hell no. I mean, to each their own, but tricking a girl into pregnancy just so you can ‘keep her’ issonot sexy to me,” I warn, hoping like hell that isn’t one of his book fetishes. Then I decide to toss the heat back at him. “My favorite book fantasy, if you really want to know, is when the girl gets to have more than one guy. At the same time,” I add, thinking of a particularly hot double penetration scene I read recently. “Both obsessed with her, but without the love triangle jealousy. Just her, in the middle of it all, soaking up the attention.” I look him directly in the eyes, daring him to react. Plenty of guys want a threesome, but most of them back away if they realize the dynamic involves two men.

“Filthy, gorgeous girl,” Kier says, his voice a few octaves lower already, and a rush of desire floods my body at the way heisn’t backing away. His eyes are getting bright again, liquid gold mixing with the deep green. I want to ask him if he’s ever shared a woman before, but I’m not quite brave enough yet.

“For the right person, I am.”

“You mean, people,” he says, advancing on me with a sly smile playing around his lips. I step back, then again, until I feel the press of a bookshelf behind my back. I need its solidity right now, because my own legs have gone liquid.

“And have you?” he breathes, one arm circling around my waist as he cinches us closer.

“Have I?” I echo dumbly, my body shutting down all rational thought. So much for taking things slow.

“Have you had a man in front.” He nuzzles my neck, his hips grinding into me, the hard ridge of his cock rubbing against my center right through my thin dress pants, as easily as if I were naked beneath him. “And in back.” His hand slides down the curve of my ass and squeezes the sensitive place at the very top of my thigh. “At the same time.” I gasp as he combines the motions, rubbing so close to where my body wants, yet so fucking far away.

“No,” I whisper, my lips sliding across his jaw, trying to meet his as he nips at my ear again.

“And would you, for the right person?” Kier asks, his hips circling into me with each word. Fucking hell, this is the closest I’ve ever been to coming with all my clothes on.

Is this man on a mission to clear my entire sexy bucket list? He hikes one of my legs around his waist, and my knee bends to hook him even closer.

“Yes,” I moan as the friction drags me deeper into lust. My hands tangle in his hair so I can keep them from undoing his belt, and finally our lips meet. He nibbles and sucks, devours and plunders, taking everything I give him and coaxing even more from me. At some point I realize I’m not even standinganymore, and his pure strength is another layer of insane attraction. Both my legs are wrapped around his trim waist as he rubs his hard length against my center, his hands tight around my thighs as he pins me to the bookshelf with each measured motion.

My breath is coming in shorter and shorter gasps, and I tear my lips from his as the orgasm rocks through my body, shocking the hell out of me as my cry echoes through the empty store. I tilt my head back to stare up at him, not quite sure how he did that so easily.

“Good girl,” Kier murmurs into my hair, his hips slowing down as he kisses my swollen lips more gently.

I’ve been called lots of things in the bedroom - even that - and I usually just play along, preferring touch over dirty talk. But something about hearing the praise from his mouth is different. Something about the way he’s looking at me right now makes me want to earn those words again and again.

Kier lets my legs down one at a time, waiting for me steady myself. His body is still pinned to mine, and I swear I can count every one of those five rungs in his cock, right through our clothes. But I told myself slow, and this is already way more than that word can reasonably mean in one night.

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