He dug his fingers into her hips as he drew out then pushed back inside her again, stroking her G-spot and catching the last tatters of her orgasm, pulling it back and winding it tighter again.
When she was almost there, breath coming quickly and an aroused flush coloring her throat and chest a blushing pink, he rolled over, pulling her with him so he was straddling him, so she could ride him until she came. She lowered herself onto his erection, working herself up and down, moaning lustily as she came. Her pussy spasmed and pulsed around him, and his cock twitched. His muscles locked and he shouted helplessly as he came, emptying himself into her body.
She watched his face, his features twisted with pleasure and passion, and the sight of it made her come again, collapsing against his chest as bliss surged through her body on a flood of happy hormones.
They lay in tangle of sweat-slick limbs, breathing hard, wrung out by exertion and pleasure. Celeste felt so light she might float away, except that Grant was holding her in his arms, anchoring her to Earth.
“We make a lot of sacrifices for our son, don’t we?” Grant grinned at her.
“We do. We’re incredibly noble. Also, I see how you keep calling him our son. That’s not slipping past me,” she said, with mild reproof.
She rolled out of bed with great regret, looking down at him. The sheets were rucked up around his waist, leaving his flat stomach and muscular chest exposed, and she let her eyes linger. His body would have made Michelangelo weep. The treasure trail of hair leading beneath the sheet tempted her fingers, just the memory of the way he’d touched her making her wet. She wanted him again. Wanted him inside her.
“Subliminal messaging.” He stifled a yawn. “And also it’s very important for us to get into character. We need to be convincing for the case worker, don’t we? If you were my mate – I mean my wife – I’d be having sex with you every night, and sneaking in a quickie every time Jeffrey was otherwise occupied. Of course, that’s not going to happen, since you’re Miss Independent Lone Wolf. But that’s the role we need to play for the next few weeks.” He looked so adorably rumpled that it took everything she had not to crawl back into bed with him.
I can’t sleep with him. Jeffrey needs me. And I won’t let myself get used to this.
He reached out for her. “In fact, since we’re staying in character, my character at this point would be having sex with you again right now. There are a few parts of your body that I haven’t tasted.”
She backed away. “Shame on you, sir. There is a small boy downstairs who needs me.”
“Ouch. Low blow.”
She turned and hurried to the bathroom, summoning up scenes of her horrible childhood to fortify her resolve. Sleeping with a can of pepper spray to keep her foster “brothers” out of her bed in the group home. Family after family sending her and her sister back – because they could see something ugly and unlovable in her. What was it they’d seen? She didn’t know. She stood there in the shower and scrubbed and scrubbed, but still couldn’t scrub away the bone-deep feeling of unworthiness.
When she got to Jeffrey’s room, Mandy was sitting on the couch with headphones in her ears listening to an audiobook, and Jeffrey was in bed under a pile of pillows and blankets. Celeste tiptoed in and settled into an armchair.
“He fell asleep an hour ago,” Mandy whispered to Celeste.
“No I didn’t,” Jeffrey said from under his pillow.
“Jeffrey! Dang, you’re good,” Mandy said.
“See, we’re still here. I didn’t lie,” Celeste called out.
“Tonight you didn’t,” he conceded, his voice muffled.
When she woke up in the morning, he was curled up in a ball on the floor by her feet. Celeste looked down at him.
How can I ever leave you?she wondered.
Chapter Nine
The lawyers Pete and Reynaldo had called in reinforcements from their Reno pack, and they’d arrived by helicopter early the next morning. There were fifteen of them. Gustav, Leonard and Dennis were the names that Celeste remembered. They were ready to do whatever it took to ensure that Jeffrey wasn’t taken away by the state. He was a werewolf cub who still changed uncontrollably, and if he was in CPS care, their secret would be out.
Grant had spent a considerable amount of time working with Jeffrey the day before, helping him do some meditation exercises to lessen the chance that he’d shift when they were in front of humans. Still, the mood was tense as their small fleet of cars pulled in to a parking lot a block away from the courthouse.
Mandy shaded her gaze with her hand, scanning the area.
“Something’s weird,” she said to Celeste and Grant. “I just have this feeling that we’re being watched, at the house last night, and now. And I don’t just mean by that bitch Marian.” She glanced at Jeffrey. “I said witch.”
He snorted. “No you didn’t.” He tapped the side of his head. “I have super-hearing, remember? Because I’m a werewolf.” He glanced at Grant. “I know, I know. We’re not telling anyone that, because if they knew they would take me away and I would never see you again. There’s no humans around here right now – I looked before I said anything.”
“Good boy,” Grant said approvingly.
“Are you thinking of joining the Reno pack?” Mandy asked Grant.
He shook his head. “They have an Alpha, and he and I don’t really get along. They’re sending me pack members to help me keep Jeffrey safe because it keeps us all safe, but it wouldn’t work out in the long run. Once the court case is settled, I’ll figure out something.”
