Page 12 of Finding Her Panthers

“Is this James’s shirt?” He runs his hand up the side of my thigh, bringing the hem with it.

“Yes,” I gasp. I forgot I came down in just a shirt. Sure, it’s huge on me, but it’s not enough coverage with no underwear on.

“Hmmm...smart. You smell a little like him. Tonight, you can wear one of mine. It’s only fair,” he decides.

I can’t concentrate on anything but his hand and what it is doing to my body. He glides his hand up to my hip and strokes back and forth. His thumb was way too close to the apex of my thighs. It would be rude to come with just the slightest touch, right?

“Harmony?” His lips are so close.

“What?” What the hell did he ask again? Man, he smells so good, so masculine.

“My shirt? Wear it tonight?” he repeats.

“Yes, please,” I say, making him chuckle.

“No need to beg, baby girl. Yet.” He eliminates any space between us by taking my mouth like he’s starving.

This man is so dominant. I never thought I would be into that, but I’m pretty sure my body’s on board. An image appears in my head of being tied to the bed, him standing over me, my other mates watching the show.

He had extra scruff on his face this morning. I’m pretty sure I will have beard marks all over my face and neck. Why does that thought turn me on even more?

As his mouth dominates mine, his hand moves to my ass, grabbing a handful and pulling me deeper into his arms.

He tastes so good, and I want more. My hands grip the back of his head, wanting him closer. I think I might die if I don’t get him inside me, like now. I can feel myself leaking. I can’t believe I didn’t put underwear on, dirty or not.

“Well, well, what’s this?” I hear James tsking from the stairs, causing Jax to pull his mouth from mine but not move away, staring into my eyes, both of us breathing harshly.

“What does it look like, asshole?” he growls. “Just saying good morning to my mate,” he says, glaring over at James, making me laugh.

“My turn,” James grins, moving over to us.

Jax moves back, and I would think he was unaffected if not for the heat swirling in his eyes and the hard proof tenting the front of his sweats.

“Wait,” I put a hand up to stop James from coming any closer. “If I get another good morning like that I am going to combust,” I say a little desperately.

He takes pity on me, only leaning down to give me a soft, short kiss.

“Morning. Did you sleep well?” he asks.

“Very well.” I smile at him, silently thanking him.

“What’s for breakfast?” He turns to his brother, stealing a piece of bacon off a plate and moaning as he shoves it into his mouth, looking at me the whole time.

I roll my eyes at him as Jax says, “Bacon, obviously, and eggs and toast. You just took off our mate's plate I had ready for her.”

Seeing his horrified expression is pretty comical. I take pity on him, grab said plate, move over to the table, and dig in. James brings me a replacement piece of bacon before sitting beside me with his food. Jax places a cup of coffee in front of me, grinning at me and settling on my other side.

“Where’s Blue?” James says between mouthfuls.

I look at Jax, wondering the same thing. “He’s out.” He watches me carefully.

“Is he alright? Is it because of me?” A ball of tension sits heavy in my stomach.

“No, I asked him to talk with one of our pack members, Josh. I wanted to see if there were any issues with Cindy last night. I didn’t get a call, but he might not have wanted to disturb me,” he explains, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Ugh...I forgot about her for a minute,” I groan, falling back against my chair.

“Really? The image of you throwing her into the wall is burned into my memory.” James closes his eyes as if savoring the moment all over again.

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