Authors: Moira Rogers
Moonshine (6 page)
She squeezed her eyes
shut, then opened them and stared up at him, her gaze commanding. "No
putting it anywhere without asking first. Not unless you want your
ass kicked."
He pulled the vibrator
out and thrust it in, rotating it slightly. "I always ask, baby.
It's rude not to."
"Wh-why are we—"
He changed the angle on the next stroke, and her words ended in a
hoarse shout. Her entire body tensed.
Aroused to the point of
pain, he threw the vibrator aside and hauled Claire onto his lap,
thrusting into her. Her head fell back, a low noise of satisfaction
tearing free of her as she wrapped her arms and legs around his body.
She was hot and tight
around his cock, her muscles squeezing him as she ground against him.
It was almost too much. Determined to
prove
he was better than any of those college boys, Lars pressed her
against the bed with a possessive growl.
Her frantic attempts to
move tore at his already ragged self-control. He gathered both of her
wrists in one hand and pinned them to the bed above her head. Her
instinctive snarl as she twisted underneath him was almost worse than
her wiggling. She twisted beneath him, challenging his dominance even
as she submitted.
Lars groaned and
wrapped his fingers under one of her legs, hiking it to make his
hard, steady thrusts go deeper. Her throaty cry of approval filled
his ears and her pussy tightened around him. He gritted his teeth,
thrust again, and was rewarded with a ragged scream as she came.
Even if he'd wanted to
hold off, it wouldn't have been possible. Not with her orgasm
squeezing his cock, not with the scent and sounds of her pleasure
filling every sense. His fingers tightened around her wrists. He
flung his head back and drove into her one last time. He came with a
growling shout of triumph and couldn't stop himself from dropping his
head and marking her again.
She was
his
.
The strongest female in their territory belonged to him now, and no
one else was going to touch her.
Lars rolled onto his
back, dragging her with him. Her body rested limply on top of him,
her auburn hair fanning out over her back. She murmured something he
couldn't understand against his chest and stretched lazily, and a
moment later he felt the sting of her teeth as she bit his chest just
above the nipple.
"Mine," she
muttered, her voice sleepy.
He laughed and slid his
fingers into her hair, wrapping a few locks around his hand. "Goes
both ways, doll. Can you handle that?"
"Mmm. I think I
handled it okay for a novice."
He slapped her hip with
his free hand, and she laughed. "I'm not kidding, Claire. Can
you handle it?"
More importantly, could
she handle it
sober
?
Claire lifted her head
and peered at him with sleepy blue eyes from behind the fall of her
hair. "Yeah. I think so. I want to try. I haven't felt this
right in a long time."
He smiled and dragged
the blankets over them. "Yeah, well. Like I said, that's what
happens when you’re
yourself."
"Mmm..." She
shifted off his body and curled against his side, seeming completely
unconcerned with the idea of falling asleep with him in her
apartment, in her bed.
Lars had never been a
fan of cuddling, but it was easy to roll over and meld his body to
hers. He draped a possessive arm over her and laughed when she
murmured her sleepy approval. "You like being pinned down, huh?"
"Only by you,"
came her absent reply. "There were handcuffs in that bag, too.
Wake me up in a little while, and we'll break 'em in."
Lars snorted. But when
he closed his eyes, he smiled. She was his, all right. And they were
going to have a hell of a lot of fun together.
THE END
About the Author
How do you make a Moira
Rogers? Take a former forensic science and nursing student obsessed
with paranormal romance and add a computer programmer with a passion
for gritty urban fantasy. Toss in a dash of whimsy and a lot of
caffeine, and enjoy with a side of chocolate by the light of the full
moon.
By
day, Bree and Donna are mild-mannered ladies who reside in the Deep
South. At night, when their husbands and children are asleep, they
combine forces to unleash the product of their fevered imaginations
upon the page. To learn more about this romance writing, crime
fighting duo, visit their webpage at
http://www.moirarogers.com
.
(Disclaimer: crime fighting abilities may appear only in the
aforementioned fevered imaginations.)
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