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It didn’t take long for her to climax a second time. As she writhed beneath him, moaning loudly, he drove into her as deeply as he could go. He fell over the edge, and a torrent of overwhelming pleasure rushed through him.
That’s a hell of a nice way to wake up, he thought as they lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the lingering aftermath.
They napped for a while, as the darkness inside the bedroom gradually faded to watery gray light. Outside, the storm continued unabated.
“Traffic’s going to be a mess today,” Malia sighed sometime later, rolling over to look at her bedside clock. “Want a shower and breakfast before I leave for work?”
“Can we shower together?” Lucas asked, stroking the deliciously rounded curve of her hip.
“Absolutely.”
Ten minutes later, she was bent at the waist inside the large shower stall, her legs spread and her hands braced on the tiles. Lucas had her hair wrapped around his hand and he was taking her from behind, moving in and out of her with slow, deliberate thrusts.
She moaned, and her gorgeous ass squirmed against him, and hot water poured over them both. It was sheer paradise.
She was so beautiful. And she was all his…forever.
“I’m—I’m close!” Malia gasped.
So was he. Lucas released his hold on her sopping hair and grabbed her hips. He reached around her to pluck and stroke her bud as he sped up his thrusts. The steamy air was filled with the sounds of her cries and the slap-slap-slap of their wet skin meeting.
He felt his climax coalescing at the base of his spine, and drove into her mercilessly. He bit the nape of her neck, and she moaned loudly, arching against him, her inner muscles clenching around him as they came together.
Afterwards, he washed her hair, luxuriating in the long strands that slipped through his fingers as he massaged her scalp.
When he was done, she insisted on soaping and scrubbing him, and he couldn’t say no to the prospect of having his gorgeous little mate run her hands all over him.
Malia caressed and teased him relentlessly before she sank to her knees before him.
Just watching her sweet mouth stretched around his cock as water beaded on her gorgeous breasts was enough to bring him right up to the edge of another orgasm. He slumped against the tiles, his legs shaking and quickly turning to jelly under his mate’s wicked attentions.
“I want to finish inside you,” he growled.
He bent, and lifted her. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and slid down on his cock. He put his hands under her ass, pushed her against the wall, and began moving.
This was the stuff of fantasies. He couldn’t believe his luck. He hadn’t had this much sex in years.
And now he had everything he’d ever wanted in a woman, and she was his. All his.
Lucas came so hard that he nearly blacked out. Malia writhed against him, her legs clamped around his hips, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she kissed him deeply.
* * *
“If you move here, there’s always work for a good handyman, with the clinic and all the motels in the area,” Malia said over her mug of coffee a short while later.
While she dressed for work, Lucas had rummaged in her fridge and whipped up a couple of ham, cheese, and mushroom omelets, along with toast, orange juice, and coffee.
His cat approved of him feeding his mate after thoroughly pleasuring her.
“And even if it’s just contractor gigs, my job offers a steady salary plus great benefits,” she continued. “Our schools are good, and Jodie Swanson runs a preschool for shifter kids in town. And we’d have the support of my pack if we ever needed a babysitter or a nanny.”
“It does sound really tempting,” Lucas said truthfully. “And it would be nice if my girls could grow up in a place with other shifters their age around. Growing up, it was just my brother and sister and cousin Felicia. She’s a senior smokejumper working in the Denver area these days,” he added, then instantly wondered if he’d given away too much.
There weren’t a lot of female smokejumpers to begin with, and a cougar shifter would make it easy to pinpoint. Then he told himself that it didn’t matter. He hoped to come clean to Malia with his real identity shortly.
She nodded. “It’s less stressful if you don’t have to keep a big secret twenty-four hours a day,” she said. “I enjoyed going away to college, but I felt like I couldn’t really be myself. I had to pretend to be an Ordinary all the time. It was tiring. I was glad to move back home after I graduated from the police academy. I feel like I can mostly be myself here.”
Lucas understood perfectly. “When I get back to Boise, I’ll talk to Emily and my parents about moving here with the girls,” he promised. “I think they’ll agree that it would be best for them…and for you, too, since your pack and your job are here. I mean, you’re right: I can pretty much work anywhere.”
