Series: Shifter Ops Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“That’s it, Jewels. Show me how you get your pleasure but don’t come.”
She whimpers.
“I know you’re ready, but I’m still enjoying the show. You look so beautiful when you let go.”
She moans some more.
“Slide your hand up to your breast.” Keeping one hand securely on the vibrator, she brings the other one inside her yoga bra and squeezes her own breast.
“Pinch your nipple. Show me how stiff you can get it, beautiful.”
She bucks her hips and sobs as her fingers pinch the nipple.
I unfasten the front clasp of the yoga bra so it flaps open, releasing her breasts. I lower my head and suck the other nipple while she continues to pleasure herself, fingers working her nipple, wand between her legs.
I take over with the wand, taking it from her and pressing it inside her, seeking her G-spot with the tip. “Use your fingers on that clit,” I command.
She rubs and circles it, her belly shuddering in and out with her sobbing breaths. “Please…Channing. I have to come.”
Oh, fuck me. How many thousands of times have I fantasized about this moment? About Julia begging me to come in that sweet as honey voice of hers? That lilac and lavender scent mingling with her arousal to make the most magical scent on Earth?
I kiss the stretch marks on her belly. Flick my tongue inside her belly button. Then I capture her fingers and move them aside, so I can suck her stiffened clit. I torture her for a solid thirty seconds, thrusting the vibrator in and out as I suck and flick her clit and she pinches both nipples.
I lift my head. “Now, Julia. Come for me, sweetness.”
She screams. Her hips lift off the bed and knees slap my shoulders, and she releases in a wild spasmodic bucking.
I nearly weep from the sight, it’s so beautiful. So long in arriving. So perfect.
Julia, coming for me.
Not mine, yet, but giving herself to me.
Allowing me to witness her pleasure. To participate.
I want to profess my love. To tell her how long I’ve wanted her. How much she means to me, but I’m not good with that sort of thing. I’m the guy who cracks the jokes and lightens the mood. Not the one who gets serious and bares his soul.
So I settle for stroking my hands all over her body, touching her skin. Worshiping. Showing her with my actions, my touch, what she means to me.
“Well.” She pushes up to her forearms, breathless. Beautiful.
“I’m going to be helping out a lot more around here,” I promise with mock sincerity.
A laugh bubbles up and bursts from her lips. She grabs a pillow and flings it at me. “Channing.” She’s laughing and exasperated.
I played it all wrong.
“Get out.” There’s a smile on her face, but she points at the door.
Not wanting to push my luck, I drop one more kiss on the flat of her belly and back off the bed.
“A lot more,” I reiterate as I walk backward toward the door.
Her smile is pure sunshine and warm earth. But she shakes her head as if I’m still the incorrigible teen coming in from the night at six a.m. and waking Geo too early.
I leave her room and close the door, leaning back against it for a moment, committing every detail of the scene to memory before I return to my sanding work outside.
Julia
Amazing how different an orgasm with another person is compared to those I achieve on my own. And Channing wasn’t even inside me.
I shower and crack a window because I’m not sure how intelligent Geo’s sense of smell is now, I don’t want him knowing I fooled around with Channing while he was at school.
I don’t even know how I feel about what just happened between us, much less how to frame it to my son.
Oh hey, I decided to screw your uncle. That’s not weird, is it?
Not that I actually screwed him. But, I definitely want more. So. Much. More.
Except I can’t tease out all the threads of panicked thoughts about this development.
I mean, I’m not really the type to just roll with things. I think and overthink. And my thoughts all lead me to this being a bad idea. I know sex with Channing would be amazing, but I’m not really the type who can separate sex from love.
And I can’t open my heart to a guy who’s going to blast out of here in another five minutes and stay away for ten more years. I definitely can’t open my heart to a guy who’s involved in risky missions that involve shooting drug dealers, blowing up things, and whatever else he’s been doing for hire.
That’s not even taking into consideration the fact that he’s ten years younger than I am and is my dead husband’s brother!
Strangely enough, it doesn’t feel disloyal to Geoffrey, though. Being with Channing feels more like an honoring of him. Channing was a part of our life together. Geoffrey loved Channing deeply. I did, too, but in a different way than now.