Page 26 of Rex's Release

“What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?” He kissed her temple again. “Your hand just fisted in my shirt.”

As she forced her hand to loosen, Jolene looked at him and gave a slight smile. She wasn’t about to tell him what she had been thinking. “You up for some playtime?”

Rex chuckled as he took her hand from where it was lying on his abdomen and shifted it down to the bulge in his jeans. “Doc, that’s a question you never need to ask. The answer is always yes.”

She leaned toward him and nipped his jaw before she stood up and ordered, “Stay.”

Thirteen

Rex

WhenDoccameupbehind him while he sat on the couch and slipped the blindfold over his eyes, Rex smiled and let her lead him wherever she wanted him to go. He had a moment of sadness when she shoved him down on her bed that he didn’t get to see what her bedroom looked like at night, but that passed when he felt her hands run up under the front of his shirt to caress his abdomen and pecs.

“What’s your safeword?”

Her question was said softly, but he heard her clearly. “I won’t need it.”

“That wasn’t my question,” she said more firmly.

Rex chuckled but answered, “Whiskey.”

“And when do you use it?”

“If something is too much or I want the situation to stop.”

Her lips pressed to the skin just above the waistband of his jeans. “Good boy.”

He couldn’t help but let out a moan. Just that touch of her lips alone would have had him ready if he hadn’t been already.

The deep, sensual chuckle had his blood racing. He would do anything to please his woman, even if it was just letting her do what she wanted to him. He would gladly play pawn in her sexual games for the rest of his life.

“How attached to this shirt are you?”

“It’s yours to use as you see fit.” It was true. Rex had a drawer full of Henleys, and he would happily buy more just to let her destroy them.

A pleased hum filled his ears as her hands caressed his sides and over his abdomen again. “Excellent answer. I’ll have to reward you, but what. Shall. I. Do?”

“Whatever pleases you the most.” The words popped out automatically, but they were an honest accounting of his position. He’d always enjoyed pleasing a woman, but with Doc, it was a whole new level of enjoyment. It was all-consuming. With her, it was a give and take. He’d been rewarded by her before for being agreeable, and it had been nothing short of mindblowing. She could choose anything she wanted, and he’d love every second of it.

“Being a teacher’s pet will get you everywhere.”

Her lips met his, and he opened up, letting her slide her tongue inside. He moaned into her mouth as it tangled with his, and the kiss turned scorching. Between the kiss and not being able to see her, he was consumed with the sensations pouring through his body, making his toes curl. About the time he was debating whether or not air was really necessary, Doc broke off the kiss and slipped away from him. Immediately, he missed and craved more of her touch.

Doc pulled his shirt up ever so slightly, kissing along the waistband of his jeans. It was one of the few times Rex regretted wearing denim as he wanted her mouth closer to his dick, not blocked by thick fabric. Distracted by his internal self-lecture, when something thin, cold, and metallic was pressed against his skin, he inhaled sharply through his teeth.

It was too thin and heavy to be an eating utensil, but that only made his mind race with all the possibilities of what itcouldbe. The only things coming to mind were edge weapons, and Rex didn’t think she would use those without specifically asking him.

All was made clear when there was pressure and the very recognizable sound of fabric being cut by sharp scissors. With each snip, the cool metal slowly moved up his chest. Each movement sent goosebumps racing over his skin and made him a little harder. About the time the tip of the scissors approached where he knew his beard ended, he tensed. He couldn’t see them with the blindfold covering his eyes, but he could feel the sliding of the metal along his skin and could envision where his beard was laying. He liked his beard. It had taken a while to grow, and he didn’t want to sacrifice it, but for her, he admitted to himself he probably would.

The scissors left his skin, and Doc’s soft lips were nibbling along his neck as her hand took the same path that the scissors had. “I wouldn’t dream of touching your beard with anything other than my hands or my pussy,” she whispered into his ear, sending shivers through his body.

The thought of her riding his beard had him moaning the words, “Yes, Ma’am.”

Her breath hitched slightly at his response, and his wolf was also satisfied that Doc was pleased, solidifying what he already knew – Doc was their mate.

“Now, where were we?”

Rex swallowed hard and cleared his throat. “I believe you were about to remove my shirt.”

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