Page 103 of Those Who Are Bound

Shaking her head, she looked away. “It’s not always a good thing.”

Experiencing the loss of Gage hadn’t been a good thing. The days before that hadn’t been good—or the seconds, minutes, hours, days, and weeks after. His horror; her horror.Feelinghadn’t been a good thing.

Jonah caressed her lower leg, easily predicting where her mind had gone. “Your brother.”

Elliott shifted, moving her feet off the chair, breaking his contact, forcing him to sit back. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Lifting the mug to her lips, she looked over the scenery in front of her again, ignoring his assessing gaze. “It is just too unbearable out here. Are you hungry?”

She may not have physically turned away from him, but she’d shut him out. Walls up.

With a suggestive tenor to his voice, he asked, “Are you asking about food or something else?”

Elliott didn’t look at him, but her lower lip tucked in, and there was a definite upward curve happening.

“Ah-ha! Triumph!”

She could still want him, even if she had shut him down in a conversation. Or maybe it was the diversion that she was more interested in. He took her nearly empty mug from her as he stood, setting it beside his own. She looked up with a sultry challenge. On a low chuckle, he grasped her arms and pulled her out of the chair. “Oh, kitten, that’s quite a look.”

Elliott raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about; I’m thinking about French toast.”

With a laugh, he shot back, “Like hell!” Taking her by surprise, he bent and grabbed her around her legs, effortlessly tossing her over his shoulder; she let out a startled shriek as she was upended.

“Jonah!” She wrapped one arm around his waist to anchor herself, slapping his hard ass with her other hand.

Heading inside the house, he reminded her, “You said you didn’t mind my brutish side.” He bit her thigh lightly as he crossed the threshold, kicking the door shut behind them.

Elliott smiled; she loved his brutish side, loved his dominance. She continued her mock protestations as she kicked her legs and once again slapped his firm buttocks. “I just showered!”

Laughing, he flung her off his shoulder and onto the bed, quick to grab her ankles as she bounced. “So you’ll take another one.” He jerked her to the end of the bed, placing her ankles on his shoulders as he leaned over her. Slipping his fingers beneath the crotch of her panties and into the wetness he found there, he smirked. “You were wanting French toast?”

Elliott shuddered and used her legs on his shoulders as leverage to rub herself against him, insisting, “Yes—ah!—and pancakes. Oh, Jesus,” she panted when he pushed his fingers inside her.After a few breaths, she continued, “You’re totally off the mark with this.”

A flush spread over her face as she peered up at him, her lower half undulating against his hand. He caressed her clit with his thumb, drawing a cry and a partial twist of her hips. “Not this, either?”

“No, no, not that;especiallynot that,” she answered brokenly, her own hand reaching down and grasping on to his wrist.

“Hmm.” He made the sound as he caressed her ankle on his shoulder, kissing it. Slipping his fingers from her, he teased, “Well, I’d better get you that French toast.”

Elliott gasped in protest. Her feet on his shoulders quickly slid down to try to capture him around his arms. “Don’t you dare, Jonah Montgomery!”

Moving to place his arms on either side of her hips, looking down at her, he asked, “I shouldn’t dare what?”

“Don’t you dare walk away from me right now.” She adjusted her hold around him with her legs.

“What are you asking me to do, then?” he asked, a hint of amused seduction in his tone.

“Fuck me,” she requested quietly, staring up at him.

“Hmm.” He made the sound again, moving one hand to raise her shirt, baring her stomach to him. He lowered his head and placed an open-mouth kiss below her belly button. She moaned and moved against him, seeking his attention lower. “I’ve already done that.” He grasped her panties and began to pull them off.

She gave him a quizzical look, but she unlocked her legs from around him so he could remove them. Placing a knee on the bed between her legs, he bent and kissed her, taking a moment to give a gentle suck to her clit, which caused her raised thighs to spasm in delight.

Looking up at her, he asked, “Are you suggesting I didn’t fuck you well enough?”

Elliott stared at him, aroused beyond rational thought and trying to follow what he was saying to her. “No, I just… I want...”

Returning to the hem of her shirt, he pushed it up even more. She arched her back to assist him, lifting her arms so he could push it off her, but he didn’t. Once it was over her head, her arms raised, he left it there, allowing the material to act as a slight binding agent. Elliott’s entire body participated in the violent shiver as his mouth met hers; his body lightly caressing hers. She wasn’t bound, but she was… bound.

Pulling his head back, his hand finding his way between her legs, he stared down at her. “What do you want?”

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