Page 97 of 80% Beef 20%

Page List

Font Size:

Ginger hummed, her limbs languid under my hands. Then she took the soap from me and pushed me onto the built-in bench.

“Sit.” A lathered cloth glided over my head, my torso, down my arms, circled my knees and slipped between my toes. I dug my heels into the concrete basin to force myself to be still. “Stand up and turn around. I want to see that shimmering ass.” She scrubbed over my backside.

I growled when the cloth dipped between my legs. Enough of this torture. “I’m clean and you’re clean. Now, let’s see if there’s a bed in this dwelling somewhere.”

Ginger jumped out of the shower, calling behind her, “Catch me if you can.”

Switching the water off, I prowled after her. My quick strides ate up the water trail she left behind. I raced over heated ebony floors and past curved pink walls. Through a timber-framed door, I found her, naked and dripping, perched on the edge of a bed.

She patted the deep green blanket beneath her. “This thing is ginormous.”

I scanned the bed and shrugged. “It’s standard Rock Dweller size.”

She sucked in her lower lip as her gaze locked on a much lower part of my body. “Nothing about you is standard-sized, JayJay.”

I advanced and bent my long body over hers. “Can I join with you, beautiful mate?”

She sucked on her lip again. Blant, did she want to fry my brain even more?

“Anytime you want.” She untangled her fingers from mine and rolled onto her stomach, bumping her ass into my chest. “Like this?”

When I rose behind her, the bed’s platform stood at the perfect height. That had to be Sully’s doing. I owed him double now. My fingers found her core, and I growled when I found her hot and wet. I ran my length over her center a few times, circled her little button, and slotted the swollen head of my coil against her hottest part. On a soft thrust, I squeezed through her entrance.

“Yes, just like that,” she panted as her fingers clutched the green blanket.

My palms kneaded the plump flesh of her ass, spreading her cheeks open and closed in front of me, her slick pink flesh a feast for my eyes. I sank my coil into her warmth while massaging her ass cheeks to work myself in deeper.

She looked back at me, a slow smile parting her lips. Then she tilted her hips up and slipped her hand under her belly until her fingers played over her clit and forked around my coil. “You feel so good.”

Heat licked at my nerve endings, making my senses crackle as I watched her hand lunge under her and then around me. Pumping my hips, I circled and circled, stirring whimpers and whines from my mate. Boneless in my arms, Ginger groaned as shudders racked her body. I wanted to draw every last breathy moan from her. Bent over her, I nuzzled into her neck and slowed my thrusts until she writhed beneath me.

“JayJay, mmm…I can feel you.”

She was right. I could feel her exquisite pleasure as it chased mine, teasing me higher and higher. Each ridge of my coil slipping through her tight channel brought me closer, and I slowed my thrusts, savoring her desire.

“Oh, God…” She stiffened beneath me, wrestling with the sheets below as I dragged out her orgasm.

Need ratcheted up my spine as I jerked out of her tight grip. I needed her eyes. In one smooth motion, I flipped Ginger onto her back. “Open your eyes.”

Ginger bent her knees, opening herself to me as I gazed at her sated face. “Come back inside.” She leaned forward to trail a finger down my coil, sending waves of molten heat wherever she touched. A couple of hard tugs to my coil dulled the sharp edge before I sank back into her tight heat. But I was too close, too hot. Head spinning, my thrusts sped up, turning clumsy, and when Ginger propped herself up to lick over one nipple, I ground down and found my release.

I fell to the bed beside her and drew her on top of me.

A fresh breeze woke us sometime later, and we found our way onto what Ginger called a balcony overlooking the plateau below. Mantu grazed below us, and their soft calls filled the grasslands. An immense chair curved around us where we snuggled under a white linobee fur. Even with Ginger tucked between my legs, I had enough room to relax. I massaged my fingers along her nape. Silky hair sifted through my fingers, and the elephants on my charm bracelet tinkled.

I kissed the brown stripe of hair along the center of her scalp. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I want this to be every day for the rest of my life.”

My heart thumped a wild beat, and my chest heaved. “Ginger, you make my heart full.”

She turned her head to face me, a wide grin in place. “I love you too.”

28

Epilogue

Three weeks later…