“You must be tired. Go to sleep, sexy lady. I promise to wake you for work in the morning.”
Fatigue pulled at her after her restless night the evening before. Her mouth stretched wide in a yawn, and Matto’s chuckle rumbled through his chest. It was the last thing she remembered before she slid into sleep.
Matto dozed throughout the night, happy yet disturbed because of his brothers. He’d bitten Renee. Not a full bite, but he suspected it was enough to leave a physical sign of his intentions.
Dakota and Kansas might object because they wanted Renee. Calian had already admitted she’d piqued the interest of his wolf. And Misty… Well, he hated to imagine her reaction.
Matto supposed he could share, and that might be a fair outcome. He should’ve waited, discussed the matter with his brothers. He should’ve explained the truth to Renee because he and his brothers refused to go through life like Misty, keeping secrets. All of them wished for honesty with their mate.
Yet, despite knowing this, Matto didn’t regret his actions. He’d gone with his gut. One thing he was ninety-nine percent positive of was that Misty was wrong about Hunter having an affair with Renee. Although Renee hadn’t named Hunter, she’d started to and stopped. Matto believed her explanation—that she’d never slept with her fellow soldiers because of gossip and potential work conflict. Hell, maybe she’d hung out with Hunter because of his marriage. There must’ve been things Hunter couldn’t discuss with Misty while Renee had lived the same events.
At half six, Matto shook Renee awake. “Hey, sexy lady. Time to wake up.”
She came awake instantly, one of those people who went from sleep to full consciousness in seconds flat. Tension slipped through her body, tightening her muscles.
“Renee, it’s almost time to move. You need to get changed for work.”
Her gaze drifted to his lips. With his wolfish senses, he saw her focus, despite the darkness in the room.
Immediately, blood flowed into his dick. “We have time for a quickie—if you want.”
“Perfect way to start a day,” she whispered, leaning closer to kiss him.
Her confidence, her lack of concern about body image or morning breath thrilled Matto. He let her take the lead, merely blinking when she rolled from his arms and clambered on top of him.
“Condom?”
“Foreplay?”
Renee snorted, making his amusement break free. “Shouldn’t that be my line?”
“I enjoy exploring and seducing a woman. Pain or discomfort during lovemaking is a crime.”
“You’re not into rough stuff? Spanking?”
Matto reached for a condom before he replied. “I’ll spank you any time you like. Other kink? Sure, I’ve tried stuff. Multiple partners—that I enjoy.”
“Hmm.” Renee accepted the condom from him, opened the foil packet and had it rolled down his cock before he blinked. Then, she clambered over him and took him inside her warm body. This time was even faster than last time. Renee set a frantic pace, her hand burrowed between her thighs as she stroked herself to orgasm. Her slight breasts bounced. Her eyes squeezed shut. She hummed as she found the perfect angle, her lips curving in satisfaction.
Matto stared. In this moment, her beauty shone through. While others might not consider her beautiful, her intelligence and honesty and inner goodness did it for him. Renee James was a dangerous woman. Dangerous to him, at least. She’d already made him lose his head, and now, she’d lay siege to his heart.
Renee squeezed her internal muscles around his shaft, and a moan of pleasure escaped him. Now focused on one thing, Matto gripped her hips and urged her to speed, to take him harder and deeper.
He came in a quick rush, the pleasure searing his balls and forcing semen from his cock in a blissful torrent. He cried out as Renee’s channel squeezed his shaft, extending his enjoyment.
Long seconds later, she fell forward and his arms wrapped around her shoulders.
“The perfect way to get the blood pumping,” she murmured.
Her plain speaking and comfort with her body made her unusual. Most women fussed about their hair, their makeup, their excess pounds. Renee was such a refreshing change.
“Would you like to shower here?” he asked. “I can rustle up a T-shirt and sweatpants for you to wear back to your place.”
“Yes, please.” She never hesitated. “At this time of the day, I have to fight the guys for the bathroom.”
“All right,” Matto said. “Jump in the shower while I find clothes for you.” He stared after her as she stalked into the en suite and closed the door. Seconds later, the shower started.
Absently, Matto dumped the condom and pulled out a T-shirt and a pair of his sweatpants for her.
