Page 32 of Finding His Way

“I love how responsive you are to my touch, mate.” He nuzzled her neck. “I smell how wet you are.”

Her panting increased and she shifted against him. “Do something.”

He plucked her nipples and she shuddered, angling her head to expose her neck.

“I am.” Jeremy dragged his tongue along her neck and the mark on her shoulder exposed by his oversized shirt. Her mewl pumped lust through his veins and thickened his cock even more. “Or maybe you want me to bite you as I fill you with my cum. Make you scream and fuck you until you can’t come anymore.”

A car engine approached and he snarled, neither him nor the beast happy for the interruption. Scenting the air he picked up on his teammates.

“Yes,” she panted.

“We don’t have time.” He released her breasts and tugged his shirt down. Slipping his hand down the front of her Florida Panthers sweats he rubbed a knuckle along her core.

Her hips bucked into the touch, not so subtly asking for more.

“I’m going to stop. You need to get some food in you because—”

“Dianna!”

Rigid for all of a second, she moved, flinging his hand out of her pants as she burst out the door. He followed and watched as Selena, Emily and Jo bounded out from the two SUVs that had arrived and swarmed her. Excited squeals and screams left the quad of women.

Their mates exited as well and he watched CC and Ziggs move at a slower rate, allowing the best friends a reunion. His guys walked up and circled around him.

“You should have called us.” Lando frowned at him.

“You need to keep your mate safe.”

He sniffed the air. “You called your brothers.”

How Lando knew about them he didn’t know and only shrugged. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Lando was hurt. Looking around the men by him, his thought only got stronger.

“I’d be mad but you were putting our mates first.” Femi smacked him on the shoulder.

“Let’s chat and figure out how we stop this fucker.” Ziggs crossed his arms and set his feet.

“No arguments.” Kennan. “You’re family.” A glance to where the women had pulled CC into the huddle. “Both of you.”

He nodded. “Let’s figure it out.”

He had family. He had friends and he would do whatever he could to keep his mate safe. As well as the women of his friends.

Sharp laughter from the women had him looking over to where they stood. Dianna lifted her head and smiled at him. Her hair shorter and tight curls now that she’d pulled up into a messy bun to sit on her head.

The other women followed her line of sight, smirked and teased her even more. She gave as good as she got.

Soon, they were all inside, cooking more food and simply catching up. Whatever tension between Emily and Dianna was gone. Almost losing your friend was enough to put things into perspective.

When she slipped up the hall to head to the bathroom for more medication, he followed, caging her in and kicking the door closed behind him.

“Felling okay?”

She nodded. “Never better. Didn’t realize how much I’d missed my girls.”

“Y’all stop fucking and get out here. I will come get you!” Selena’s voice rang loud and clear.

“Shut it, whore. We’re not fucking.”

He waggled his eyebrows. “We could be.”

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