Protector: Doms of Mountain Bend Book 1 BJ Wane (best books to read for teens txt) 📖

That innocent question elicited her first reaction to Clayton, a jump in her pulse against his arm, and when Shawn glanced at her face, he saw the smile she gave Clayton slip.

Before he could intervene, she replied, “She’s been gone a long time. You would have been a teenager.”

“I’m sorry, darlin’.” Clayton cut him a quizzical look, as if he now found something familiar about Lisa.

Shawn shouldn’t care if putting her on the spot made her uncomfortable, but he did, and sought to intervene before his friend said anything else. “Go away, Clayton.”

“Got it.” With a gleam in his eyes, he stood and leaned over to lift Lisa’s face with two fingers under her chin. He planted a quick, hard kiss on her mouth then said, “When you’ve had enough of this guy, come find me.” With a wink, he spun on his booted heel and went to the bar.

“Huh.” Lisa brushed her lower lip with two fingers, her look bemused as she watched Clayton walk away.

The painful stab of jealousy in Shawn’s gut was new, and he didn’t know what to make of it. Tabling that questionable reaction for later, he picked up where they’d left off, hoping to entice her into staying instead of backing away. Her spandex shorts dipped low on her waist and cut high on her legs, making it easy for him to slip his fingers inside the stretchy material.

“What will it be, Lisa? Continue?” The shorts lowered with his hand until he came into contact with the soft, bare skin of her damp labia. “Or stop?”

As if that was no choice at all, she lifted into his hand on a quiet moan. “Continue, please, Sir.”

“Excellent. Where were we?” Inching lower, he slid his middle finger between her plump folds to trace along the slick seam. “I remember, getting to know you better. Where in Arizona did you live?”

“Doesn’t most of the population reside in the Phoenix area?”

Displeased, he pinched the tender flesh of one delicate fold. “That’s not an answer.”

“It’s hard to think,” she snapped back then bit her lip as she likely realized that wasn’t a wise tone to take.

“And yet, you managed another evasive answer that was no answer.” His eyes bored into hers as he speared her pussy with a deep-fingered thrust. “Want to try again?”

Lisa blew out a frustrated breath with a jerky nod, her chest lifting with a deep inhale. “All I remember before losing my mother was our small apartment and the elderly neighbor who came over when Mom went to work on the night shift. And, yes, we lived in the Phoenix area, where, I couldn’t say.” She paused to gasp as he added a finger and scissored inside her tight depth. “Other than that, I don’t recall. Sir, please.” Her hips lifted again, this time her thighs falling open wider.

Her strangled plea got to him on a level no previous encounter had managed. Unable to resist, he swirled his fingers in her silken pussy, enjoying the tight squeeze of her vaginal walls even as he contemplated how much time had lapsed since she’d last indulged in sex. Some subs wouldn’t go that far at a club; others embraced everything. Shawn circled her swollen clit then rubbed the sensitive tissue between his fingers. “Concentrate on your body, and what I’m doing, nothing else, and, this time, give me a better orgasm than last week,” he insisted, pressing harder on her clit.

Holding her close, he manipulated her clit and bent his head to take one straining nipple into his mouth, both nubbins hardening under his fingers and tongue. Lisa dug her nails into his arm, her breathing turning ragged as she arched into his marauding hand. Alternating between strong pulls on both tender buds and softer caresses, he brought her to a feverish pitch in moments.

But he wanted more.

Releasing her clit and nipple, he delivered three deep, rapid thrusts inside her soaked pussy and sank his teeth into her neck. Her startled inhale followed with a whimper as she quivered against him, and he relished the spurt of cream coating his fingers. “Now, Lisa,” he ordered, returning to her clit and nipple with voracious force.

Shawn wanted to smile as she splintered apart, gushing over his fingers and hand, her inner muscles clamping around them with spasmodic clutches.

That’s more like it.

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Lisa writhed and basked in the glory of a mind-numbing orgasm as Master Shawn kept her pinned against the thick muscles of his wide chest and shoulder. His quads and arm muscles bunched under her thighs and hands, his strength a calming antidote to the storm of pleasure drenching her senses. On some level, she’d always maintained an awareness of her surroundings when with a Dom, but not this time, not with this man.

The place and people were lost in her subconscious, shoved aside to make room for the brief freedom of an out-of-body, euphoric experience. Attaining a measure of relief from the stress of keeping quiet about their past, Shawn’s constant poking about his suspicions, and the weeks of torment by her stalker was a heady trip she didn’t want to return from. Unfortunately, her body gave her no choice as she slowly drifted down from the shattering high, the lyrics of another country western tune infiltrating her fogged head, along with the low murmur of voices. A woman’s high-pitched cry brought her eyes open as Lisa realized Shawn’s hand was still between her legs, his fingers lightly caressing her throbbing flesh. No wonder leftover climatic ripples continued to course through her body.

She registered his comforting embrace next and wished his arms didn’t feel so good wrapped around her, that she didn’t relish having someone to lean on so much.

Unable to look at him yet, knowing what she would have to say next, she glanced