Touch of Gray 4 - Runaway Moon Rebel Dakota (different e readers txt) 📖

“You’re killing me,” I panted.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he teased. “Did you want me to go get him for you? Maybe, he could take care of this.” His palm pressed firmly against my crotch, and my hips jumped at the touch, knocking him off balance.

I used my momentum to flip him, wrenching down his pants with one hand while freeing my cock with the other. He reached his hand between his body and the bed, and I could tell he was jerking himself, his ass raising up toward me like a cat in heat.

With a quick spit in my hand, I slid my palm up my shaft and over my tip, groaning as I had to clench every muscle to keep from exploding all over my lover’s back. I positioned my tip at his entrance, pushing forward without prepping him. He always begged me to take him raw and hard, but I was too afraid of hurting him. But right now, our need was so immediate I caved to his wishes and stretched him wide with no foreplay.

He keened into the mattress, pushing back against me, his body swallowing my shaft to the hilt. As he bucked, his own release causing his muscles to shudder, I drilled into him, unable to hold back my own orgasm. With a yell, I emptied my balls into him, and we collapsed together, my weight pinning him to the bed.

“That was amazing,” Sebastian murmured. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” I said, placing a kiss to his neck before sliding out of him then falling to the mattress on his right.

He rolled over and looked at me, a satisfied grin spreading over his handsome face. I reached up and cupped his chin, leaning forward to capture his lower lip between my teeth, nipping gently before lying back down.

“What are you going to do?” Bastian asked, fighting a yawn.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” I answered, standing up and buttoning my pants. “Then I’m going to eat something. I’m fucking starving. I never did get any food yesterday.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said.

“I know.” I bent and kissed his forehead. “But that’s where I’m going to start. Tonight, you’ll go run and play with the other kitties, and tomorrow, we’ll go home.”

“We will?” He looked worried.

“Yes,” I said firmly. “All of us.”

I turned to leave, but Bastian called me back.

“Hey, Cole.”

“Yeah?”

“If this is going to work, there can’t be any jealousy.”

“What do you mean?” I looked back at him quizzically.

“I mean, if you want to go fuck Bryce later when I’m not around, that’s okay.”

“Um…thanks?” I shook my head and climbed down the ladder, hitting the ground with a grunt.

I didn’t think I was quite ready to go there with Bryce, but I supposed it was nice to know I had my boyfriend’s permission if it happened.

Chapter Ten

When I reached the house, Pops and Cadence were just leaving.

“We’re headed in to town for supplies,” Pops said. “Want anything?”

“Whiskey,” I said, maybe a little too eagerly.

“Boy, you drink too much,” he growled, with a shake of his head.

“And you complain too much,” I shot back. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower. You got any food in the house? I’m starving.”

“Yes,” Cadence answered. “I saved you some from dinner last night. It’s in the fridge. And Bryce is in the shower now, so you may want to yell for him to save you some hot water.”

I thanked her as I walked into the house, and they set off, the sound of Pop’s four wheeler turning over rumbling behind me. As the running engine grew fainter, I heard the water running in the bathroom, and my heart started pounding in my ears. All I had to do was knock and tell Bryce to hurry up. Or I could join him. We’d have the house to ourselves for a while. And I had permission from my boyfriend, hell, practically encouragement.

With a deep breath, I grabbed the doorknob and turned. It was locked. Sonofabitch. I went back to the kitchen and grabbed a small screwdriver from the junk drawer.

It took about three seconds to pop the lock, and when I opened the door, I was hit with a wall of steam.

“Other people need hot water, too,” I complained as I entered, shutting and relocking the door behind myself.

“Cole, what are you doing?” Bryce asked, his tone annoyed.

I shucked off my clothes, forcing myself not to think of what I’d do if he walked out. He was the one who wanted to take this further. I was just attempting to show him I was willing to try.

Doubt crept in. My brain screamed that if we started something I couldn’t make myself finish, I’d lose him forever. Still, I had to try. His happiness was too important to me. He was too important to me.

I slid the shower curtain open, and suddenly, I couldn’t move. His body was stunning, all hard lines and muscles, water sluicing down his bronzed skin, his hands on his hips drawing attention to the sharp V cut in his abs.

“Christ, Bryce,” I breathed.

At that moment, staring at him, I knew I’d do anything to keep him. I’d meant what I’d said the night before, and watching him watch me cemented it in my mind. He belonged to me.

I stepped into the tub, slid my hand behind his neck and pulled his face down to kiss me. My tongue tentatively snaked out, parting his lips and tasting him. The flavor of him, the hardness of his body against mine, the heat of the water and his skin made me come undone.

With a sharp shove, I pinned him, his height and bulk no match against the strength of my need to capture him. He reached to push me back, but I caught his hands, slamming his wrists against the wall, holding him firmly in place as I attacked his mouth, my teeth sinking into his lip until he whined into my open mouth.

His cock grew