Page 29 of Finding Her Panthers

“A girl broke my heart when I was a teenager. My first love. She shattered it. I decided to ask her to marry me.” Harmony snuggles into my side, her head on my chest, which makes it easier to tell without looking at her. “I was buying the ring, so excited for our future. I came home to find her naked, leaning over Jax.” She sucks in a sharp breath. “Not what you think. Jax would never do that to me or anybody. He was trying to reason with her, backing away. Long story short, she wanted him, an Alpha. Not me. I would never lead, and she knew that. She used me to attempt to get close to him.”

“That's horrible. What a bitch!” she says passionately.

“Understatement.”

“What happened to sharing a mate? Did you know then?” she asks, confused.

“We assumed that would be what would happen, but there are no guarantees. Since our mom had multiple mates, it was more likely. At that time in my life, though, I wanted something different, something just for myself. Jax and I fought constantly. We disagreed on just about everything.”

“Why? Watching you two now, I would never guess that.”

“It’s different now. There were things then that I didn’t want to accept or admit. Now we are a team. Time and age make a difference. When I look back on the past, I barely recognized the boy I was,” I say softly.

“I don’t think that’s entirely true.” she tilts her head back, locking her eyes to mine. “I have a feeling there are fears still buried under the surface. You can be honest with me, Blue.”

I pause, staring at her sympathetic expression. “You may be right. There always is a fear of falling for a woman that doesn’t want to fall for me. I’ve locked away my heart for years. Pushed people away,” I confess.

“Don’t do that with me. You’ve tried. I want all of you, individually.”

“And together?” I ask. “Are you willing to be with us all, at the same time?”

“Yes,” she says hesitantly, afraid of my reaction.

I contemplate her position, knowing she can feel how being close to her affects me. It’s been forever since I have felt this all-consuming desire for anyone. This is different, though. I’m not a teenager anymore. The things I need from Harmony are very grown-up.

She gasps as I lunge for her, grabbing her hips lifting her to straddle my lap.

“Is the shot the doctor gave you working?” I ask curiously. I can feel her need against me.

“Doesn’t seem to be at the moment,” she says sarcastically.

“Huh. Should we see if I can get the same reaction from you as I did in the office?” I run my hands up and down her sides, grazing my thumbs against the side of her breasts.

“I’m game. Give it your best shot.” She grins cockily.

“Oh, babe. You need to be careful about what you ask for,” I warn, bringing both of her hands behind her back. I transfer both her wrists to one hand, wrapping the other low on her hips, pulling her tight, causing her chest to thrust into mine. Her eyes widened in surprise. “I can please you in many different ways. Do you think I can make you come in this position with nothing touching you but my mouth?” she shakes her head slowly, eyeing me cautiously. “With just my mouth and my words?” Her eyes widened slightly, the green darkening with her animal. “Answer me,” I demand.

“Yes.”

“Yes, you think I can,” I tease.

“Yes, please touch me,” she begs.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” I grin slightly.

I lower my head, watching her carefully, loving her anticipation of what I can do for her. She’s open and willing, even eager.

I run my mouth, slightly parted, breathing teasingly over her collar bone, going across from one shoulder to the other, causing goosebumps to spread on her soft skin. I travel to her neck, moving leisurely up to her ear, softly kissing it and then moving on to her cheek, across her lips, not giving her my mine yet, to her other ear. She growls in frustration. The growl just gets me harder for her. Anticipation is sweet.

Looking down at her beautiful breasts, without the trappings of her bra in her tank top, I see how excited she is for me. Building her up, I stare without moving, asking her, “Do you want my mouth on you?”

“Yes,” she grinds out through her teeth.

“How bad?” I question, lifting a brow.

“Blue, please.” She lets her desperation leak through.

“Good, girl,” I praise.

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