Our heads tilt to opposite sides, my mouth opens wider, and she whines into it.
Something inside me snaps at the sound.
Closer. I need her closer.
She’s straddling my thighs, but closer to my knees than my hips. I grab her ass with both hands and haul her up my thighs, drawing a cry from my Omega, her perfume blooming around me again as I use my grip to grind her pussy against my rock-hard cock.
I don’t know when it started, but I realize that I’m devouring her mouth like a frenzied animal, out of control, starving.
When Adley pulls back, breathless and face heated, I bury my face in her neck, let my aching teeth graze her skin.
Then it happens. Out of nowhere, without a preamble, a groan rips from my chest, and I’m coming, hips twitching against Adley’s core, body shuddering, bliss overtaking my entire existence.
Followed by mortification.
“That was so hot.”
I whip my head to face Adley, and the look she gives me is so heated, so aroused that I actually believe her. Believe that she really thinks me coming in my pants was hot.
My mouth opens and closes wordlessly, then she kisses me again quickly before gazing into my eyes. “You were so turned on, and you felt comfortable enough with me to let go. That’s a compliment in my book. And really fucking sexy.”
She may just be trying to make me feel better, but it’s working. “I just need more practice with you to work on my self-control.”
The grin she gives me is all sorts of devious, and I swear my dick starts to harden again.
With Adley, I’m certain I’ll get all the practice I need.
Chapter Eleven
There are rules for non-profit organizations and donations, and although the house here is used more than fifty percent as a part of the sanctuary, I didn’t feel right using any donation money for the repairs and remodeling. So all that donation money will go to the grounds, expanding the fence, building pet condos, I even have agility course equipment on order for when the initial work is complete.
Some of the donation funds will go to toys for Pie and Gator, too. The rest I’ll put aside for food and medical bills.
But more donations rolled in this morning from companies I’m not familiar with, so I’ll be asking Adam and Jasper about them tonight.
My money went to a new oven, which I’m using now to prepare dinner for all of us, including the dogs and cats. I feel a littleguilty that I can’t cook something for Pie and Gator, but they have a specific diet to follow, and cooking grass and hay would just kill the nutrients.
But I can grow them some snacks. The rest of the crew, too. And that’s something I’m going to add to the grounds as soon as I can: A garden. I’d love to get some fruit trees as well.
The yard is so barren all around the house, so when the season is right, I want to change that. But there’s no harm in laying the groundwork by building some raised planter beds to be ready for next year.
There’s a very soft knock on the front door, and I check my gas ranges quick before rushing to open it, finding Ezra there on the porch. His enormous form looks like it will barely fit through the door, something I notice every time. He holds his black hat to his chest, wears a white tee beneath a flannel shirt, the buttons open, and his jeans are dark, his boots impeccably clean. His pale green eyes are tight when he looks at me, and all I want is to hold him.
There’s pain inside of him that he hasn’t released. Something that he hasn’t shared with me, and I don’t think he has with Jasper or Adam, either.
“Thank you for coming.” I smile as naturally as I can as I step aside to let him in.
He ducks slightly to pass through the threshold, being more than six and a half feet tall. It’s likely a habit. But I’d kept his size in mind when shopping for trailers, and I picked the right one, though he never mentions it.
“I appreciate the invitation.”
Always so polite. So stiff—in a bad way.
“Come on in. I’m sure Remy will be ecstatic to…” my voice trails off as I look down and find Remy is already at Ezra’s boots, little butt wiggling, looking up at him expectantly. I purse my lips to stifle a laugh before Ezra crouches his hulking body andscoops the little Boston Terrier into his arms, making the small dog appear even tinier.
“Hey, Remy,” he coos, his voice soft and a bit higher than normal.
Remy has made it pretty clear that Ezra is her favorite person. She is always asking to go out the front door, where she can dash over to Ezra and hang out by the barn.
