Page 119 of Short, Lethal & Claimed

“Happy birthday, Shane,” Jill whispered softly as she leaned down and kissed Shane’s forehead, noting that he was still hugging the book that Logan gave him for his birthday. Smiling, Jill pulled the covers over Shane and tucked him in before she-

“Kissy!”

-smiled as she turned around and kissed Caleb’s cheek before she finally made her way to the hallway, pausing to close the door behind her. She stood there for a moment, debating going downstairs and cleaning the mess only to decide that it could wait until tomorrow.

She may have gone a bit overboard, Jill thought, but she hadn’t been able to resist making this absolutely perfect for Shane. She started baking two days ago, making all of Shane’s favorites, along with a huge chocolate cake with extra buttercream frosting. This morning, she started by serving Shane breakfast in bed, which, of course, ended with the twins taking over and trying to force-feed him pancakes while he glared.

That had been followed by Shane trying to make a run for it and the twins hunting him down so that they could give him birthday kisses. Once they’d managed to rein in the twins, Tomas brought them outside, where a bouncy house and a petting zoo entertained them for hours so that Shane could spend the day hanging out with Logan playing video games, watching horrible horror movies, and eating enough junk food to put an adult shifter to shame.

They had cake, watched Shane open his presents, went swimming, chased after Caleb when he decided to streak through the backyard while devouring another slice of chocolate cake, and finally, got the twins scrubbed clean while Shane dragged himself to bed and promptly passed out and now…

She was ready to spend time with her mate.

Feeling her lips pull up into a smile, Jill made her way down the hallway to their room, pausing to close the door behind her before she made her way to the large bed, taking her time pulling her clothes off and dropping them on the floor as she went. By the time she reached the bed, she was pushing her panties off before she crawled onto the bed and laid down on her stomach.

For several minutes, Jill lay there, thinking about this morning when she woke up to find Logan kneeling between her legs and-

“You don’t play fair, Angel,” Logan said as she felt the bed dip slightly seconds before his lips pressed against the small of her back.

“Did you want me to?” Jill asked, turning her head to watch him as he sat up.

“God, no,” Logan said in a trance as he watched his fingertips run down the middle of her back before reluctantly pulling his hand away so that he could reach back and grab hold of his shirt.

“Then, what do you want?” Jill asked, watching Logan pull his shirt off and toss it on the floor.

“To fuck my mate,” Logan said, making her lick her lips as he leaned back down and pressed his lips against the small of her back again.

“What are you willing to do to fuck me?” Jill asked only to groan softly when his beard teased her skin.

“Anything,” Logan whispered against her skin, sending goosebumps racing up her spine.

“I’m really going to need you to narrow it down for me,” Jill said as she was forced to grab hold of the comforter when she felt his hand slide up her thigh.

“Are we negotiating?” Logan asked in a seductive whisper as his hand slid over her bottom.

“Always,” Jill said, turning her head so that she could rest her forehead on her folded arms and released a soft sigh when Logan gently kneaded her bottom.

“What do you want?” Logan asked, kissing a path down the middle of her back.

“Besides, for you to take over bedtime for the next week?” she asked, making him chuckle.

“I think I can manage that,” Logan said, making her smile. He was such a good father. He always made time for the children, never complained when they demanded extra kisses or another story, and he was always there when they needed him. He helped the children with their schoolwork, let the boys help him renovate the house, and always made sure that he was on time for teatime. “What else?”

“I could use a couple of stepping stools in the kitchen for the twins so that they can help me cook,” Jill said, only to moan softly when she felt his lips press against one cheek.

“Consider it done, Angel,” he said, giving her cheek another gentle squeeze as something occurred to her.

“You already made them, didn’t you?” Jill asked, loving the sound of his chuckle.

“They demanded them as soon as we finished renovating the kitchen,” Logan said, giving her bottom another gentle squeeze as he sat up. “They’re very demanding.”

“They really are,” Jill murmured in agreement as she rolled over onto her side so that she could watch him as he reached for his belt.

“What else?” Logan asked, pulling his belt loose and unsnapped his jeans while she lay there, watching as the muscles in his arms and chest flexed with the movement before running her eyes over his chest, down his abs, and took in the large bulge pressing against his jeans.

“I’m afraid that I’m going to need to know what you plan on doing to me,” Jill said with a heartfelt sigh as though the prospect of spending the next few hours making love to him somehow pained her.

“Fair enough,” Logan murmured as he reached down and rubbed his palm over the bulge between his legs, sending pleasure through her core.

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