There was a long pause, during which Laina played mercilessly with Kyle’s cock, circling her thumb over the bead of moisture at the tip. His face reddened.
“Yeah. Running late. I’ll be there.” He tapped the screen and tossed the phone on the daybed. “Sorry about that.”
In answer, she dropped to her knees and slid her lips around his cock, drawing him deep into the back of her throat. He moaned and fisted the back of her hair.
“Laina. Oh my god.”
With long strokes, she worked her tongue over his shaft, sucking hard to the tip, swirling her tongue over the head, then swallowing him down again. She reveled in the growing urgency of his thrusts and gently fondled the heavy weights between his thighs.
“I’m going to come,” he rasped, pushing gently against her shoulders.
She grabbed his hips and pulled him in deeper, hollowing her cheeks. When his body jerked with his orgasm, she swallowed, his scent burning in her nose, her wolf howling in her head, and her own body revving up again at the erotic feel of him at the back of her throat.
“Jesus Christ, Laina.” He pulled back, stroking the hair from her face. “You are… I can’t find the words…”
“I want to roll in you,” she said. “I want to cover myself in your scent and spend three days with you inside me.”
A low growl came from deep within him, one she could have easily mistaken for a wolf’s. “Oh yeah, baby.” He shook his head slowly. “We’ll do that, but…”
“But…”
“I hate to leave you, but I’m late for a meeting with some investors from Japan. Nate threatened to have my head.”
She stood and called Milo, who’d fallen asleep, apparently uninterested in what had occurred moments before. He trotted to her side while Kyle collected himself. At least the rain had stopped.
As the three of them walked back to the mansion, Laina couldn’t help but feel like Kyle and Milo had become her second pack, her home away from home. And although she wasn’t ready to broach the subject with Silas, she could no longer picture a future without them.
ChapterTwenty
The next morning, after feeding Milo and having breakfast, Laina found herself wandering the east wing, daydreaming about Kyle. It wasn’t long before sheer boredom drove her to seek out Gerty.
“Someone’s bed didn’t need making this morning.” Gerty grinned like she held a juicy secret.
Laina’s face blazed, blood rushing to the surface of her skin.
“Oh dear, don’t be embarrassed. It’s a suitable match,” she said with a throaty chuckle. “Any fool can see you’re good for him, and I’m willing to bet he’s good for you.”
Laina was formulating a response to Gerty in her head when the door opened without a knock and Jason entered, sliding his sunglasses back on his head. “The driver told me not to bother knocking.”
“Jason! What are you doing here?” Laina rushed to him and tossed her arms around his neck.
“Kyle sent a car for me. The driver insisted I come immediately. Even convinced Monty. He told me to pack a bag.” Jason tapped his shoe against his suitcase.
Gerty smiled and took the bag from him. “You’ll need a room. I’ll go get it ready for you.” She hobbled upstairs, refusing Laina’s and Jason’s help.
“I thought you were hurt or something,” Jason said.
She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”
“Then why the dramatics?”
“I have no idea why Kyle would send for you. I can’t even ask him. He’s in a meeting.”
The delicate tinkle of a woman’s laugh reached their ears, and Jason raised an eyebrow in Laina’s direction. When another laugh filled the space between them, they navigated the house to the pool area and discovered the source. Nickie, the platinum blonde who’d helped Laina the day she’d served at Hunt Club, crossed the pool deck in a plush white robe gaping enough to reveal a sparkling blue bikini underneath. She headed for the hot tub, her laughter in response to a phone pressed to her ear.
“Put your tongue back in your mouth, Jason,” Laina said.
“I think we should go hot-tubbing.” He was out the door before she could protest.
