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I’d made him hard. ME. Not Lyssa. And it was time to be the one to give him relief. To let him find his release from my body.

Slowly, I smiled. “Okay, cowboy. Here goes nothing.”

I pushed up onto my knees, then shimmied until the thick crown was nestled at my entrance. As our eyesheld, I sank down. With every inch he filled me, my eyes widened.

“Oh yeah,” I breathed at the fullness.

The tendons in his neck went taut. His jaw clenched. Yet his hands that were settled on my hips were gentle.

“You feel so good,” I moaned, lifting slightly.

He growled.

I dropped back down, my thighs landing on his. “Wow.”

“Baby, you’re killing me.”

Setting my hands on his chest, I circled my hips, then lifted. Dropped. Got into a rhythm of fucking myself down on him.

“So good.” I started to pant. Started to circle more and grind down every time I took all of him as deep as he could go.

His knees bent, cradling me in his lap. His hands tilted my hips, so I leaned back, and he slid even deeper.

We moaned together.

That was it. That shift was the last of my control. I began to move then, fucking myself on him, taking my pleasure. With one hand bracing on his chest, I reached between us with the other and played with my clit.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how you do it.”

He knew. He’d worked my clit with his tongue in the perfect way. Still, he watched, almost mesmerized as I fingered myself.

I didn’t care that my boobs bounced or that our bodies slapped together. Or the sound of my moans were wanton and wild. Or… anything.

I followed the pleasure. Took in every bit of his dirty words.Good girl. You fuck so good. That pussy’s made for my dick.

My head fell back as I came, my inner walls clenching and rippling around him. That must’ve been what he’d been waiting for because his fingers squeezed my hips as he thrust up, held himself deep.

And literally growled.

Holy hell. It was so insanely good I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. That I’d missed out on sex like this because I’d been too careful.

Well, I’d thrown caution to the wind this time.

I dropped onto Johnny’s chest and tried to recover. The only thing was, I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to. A fling with a hot cowboy might’ve just ruined me.

9

JOHNNY

I slipped outof bed and grabbed my cell from my jeans pocket. It was after midnight, and Lyssa’s breath was slow and even with slumber. She was on her stomach, dark hair wild over her pillow. I tucked the sheet and blanket up and over her bare back.

I checked the screen and found my phone blown up with messages from Rob, the Shifter Council, and the other three enforcers on the hunt for Chapman.

Fuck. While I sent that simple text letting him know Chapman wasn’t here, my alpha was going to ream me for ignoring his messages for hours.

But I’d just met my fated mate. Taking care of hertrumped all else. He had to understand that. But I guessed I should have communicated that important piece of information hours ago. To say my wolf had been in charge was an understatement, and he didn’t text.

After I’d worn Lyssa out with our sexcapades–fuck, it had been amazing, I made sure my mate was well-fed and hydrated. There wasn’t a ton of food in the house, even for a kitchen with double refrigerators and a pantry bigger than my bedroom in the bunkhouse, but I’d cooked us big plates ofhuevos rancherosusing canned chili, fresh eggs, and cheese.

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