Page 55 of Secret Wolf Baby

As if reading my mind, he extracted his fingers, though his thumb continued to rub my clit, the sensation and need becoming even more unbearable. I could feel my breath growing ragged. But it still wasn’t enough. There was only one thing that would satisfy the burning need spreading through my body.

“Please,” I begged.

“Please what?” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischievous glee.

“You know what,” I snarled.

He laughed. “There’s that fire I’ve been missing,” he said, his voice practically a purr. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear. “I want you to say it,” he ordered.

I shot him an irritated look that just made him grin wider. He pressed against my clit, and my hips bucked. I groaned.

“Fuck me, please,” I said.

The instant the words were out, he thrust inside me. I screamed out as pleasure erupted, each thrust fanning the flames and sending me closer and closer to oblivion. I cried with each pump, my breath ragged as I went mindless with need.

The need for release and the blind ecstasy of him gliding in and out of me grew, moving toward a crescendo. I continued to squirm and writhe, so close to coming, the pressure inside me swelling until it was becoming nearly too much to handle.

I could tell I was close, each motion sending me closer to oblivion. I tried to hold on to it, to savor that feeling of being on the precipice for as long as possible.

One final pump from Jackson, and I shattered, screaming as waves of pleasure and release washed over me, drowning me. I rode the sensation for as long as possible, wanting it to last, not wanting to fall back into clarity and rejoin the real world.

Jackson kept pumping, his thrusts growing more rapid and fervent. His breaths grew ragged, and his mouth locked against mine again, sending new spasms of ecstasy rippling through me, my hips thrusting in time with his pumps as I held onto that bliss.

Just as my orgasm had begun to subside, he groaned, and I could feel him finish inside me as his cock throbbed.

His pumps slowed to a halt. He hovered above me, his cock still resting inside me as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. Gently, without a word, he bent down and kissed me, his lips barely brushing mine.

“How was that?” he asked as he slid out of me.

I nodded in answer, giving a small smile. But a spasm of guilt marred the moment. I still hadn’t told him everything, and I suddenly felt like holding everything back had been a massive mistake, one I needed to fix. A kernel of dread nestled inside me, trying to protest. If Reacher found out…

I closed my eyes. If I trusted him enough to tell him about Claire, I might as well trust him with everything else.

“I need to tell you about Reacher,” I finally said.

He raised his eyebrows as he propped himself up on his elbows. I expected a quip of some sort, but he had a serious look in his eyes, giving me his full attention.

“You know something?” he asked.

I nodded. “Dad’s his second, you know, and I worked for them. He’s not a good guy, Jackson.”

“I know,” he started to reply but stopped when I shook my head.

“No, you don’t.” I took a deep breath. “He’s dangerous. And he’s planning something.”

He shifted his position, staring at me long and hard. It felt like he was trying to read my mind. His head tilted. “You know what’s going to happen, don’t you?” He phrased it as a question, but the tone told me he already knew the answer.

There was no use lying. I had already committed.

I nodded. “Not all of it, but enough. I overheard things I wasn’t supposed to,” I finally said. “More than once. Mostly by accident, but still, a lot of things that they wouldn’t want other people knowing.”

He remained silent, continuing to stare at me with that piercing gaze. I realized he was giving me the option to continue speaking without interruption, as if he knew it would be easier for me to talk that way. The fact that he somehow understood that sent flutters of appreciation and affection through me. I pushed those feelings aside, determined to focus on what I needed to say.

“He’s stockpiling weapons,” I said. “I haven’t seen the shipments, but I’ve heard them talk about it. And he’s been talking to Dad about the Long Tail pack, assessing theirweaknesses and how strong their alpha is. That sort of thing.” I took a deep breath as I ran my fingers through my hair. “I know that’s probably not helpful. I wish I had more information, but…” I trailed off, making an inarticulate gesture that didn’t convey anything.

Jackson shook his head. “No, this is important. It confirms a few suspicions we had.” He gave me a sheepish look. “I suppose this is the time to tell you that I’ve been looking into Reacher behind your back.”

I snorted. “By all means. He deserves it. I kind of assumed that’s why you were there in the first place, based on everything.”

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