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Breaking away from his mouth, I kiss a path across his jaw and down his neck. Jesse growls as I scrape my teeth across the tender flesh, and his hips move impossibly faster. My inner walls tighten as my orgasm peaks, and I sink my teeth into Jesse’s throat.
He shouts, and I feel his cock swell before he fills me with his release. I groan as his cool, rusty blood spills down my throat, my core clenching and releasing as wave after wave of ecstasy floods through me. Jesse continues to pump his hips, slowing in small increments to wring every ounce of pleasure from me.
Releasing his neck, I lick at the wound to seal it before pressing a kiss over the spot. Jesse’s mouth skates over my bare shoulder, kissing it lightly. I feel his smile against my skin just before another orgasm rockets through me. I shout my surprise, and Jesse moans with delight as my core ripples around his cock still buried deep inside me.
“You are so fucking perfect, Eden Walsh. My perfect mate,” he whispers, pumping his hips lightly to heighten the pleasure of my orgasm.
I open my mouth to respond, but a familiar voice rings out in a shout, and I stiffen. Jesse freezes, too, and we both listen as heavy pants echo through the walls.
“Yes, Viking. Right there. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
“Holy shit,” I whisper, meeting Jesse’s gaze with wide eyes.
Jesse chuckles as Steph’s cries of pleasure continue to ring in my ears. He tightens his arms around me and spins, making me yelp with surprise as he carries me over to the bed. I yelp again when he tosses me onto the mattress, and I land with a bounce. He’s on me in a flash, his hips nestled between my thighs as his hard cock fills me once more.
“We’re just going to have to stay busy until they’re done…unless you want to listen?” he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“No,” I say, then roll my hips to drive him deeper. “I choose to stay busy.”
“Good choice,” he says, then spends the next few hours proving just how good that choice was.
17
PATIENCE, GRASSHOPPER
“Why so glum?”
I waited until Steph and I were seated to broach the subject of her grumpy demeanor. She’s been frowning since we met in the lobby to head over to the diner for breakfast, leaving me totally confused.
She should be on cloud nine this morning, floating on a wave of post-orgasmic bliss…if the sounds I heard coming from her room last night were any indication.
Something must have happened.
“Fucking stupid Viking,” she murmurs under her breath as she stirs sugar and cream into the coffee the waitress just dropped off.
“Did something happen last night?” I ask, injecting an air of innocence into my tone.
She pins me with a dark look, her dove gray eyes spitting fire. “Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t suit you, and you’re terrible at it. I know you heard.”
“That’s why I’m so confused,” I say, dropping the clueless act. “It sounded like you finally got what you wanted. Why are you so ornery this morning?”
She heaves a long sigh, the fire draining out of her. “It was magnificent. I’ve never come so hard in my life. Erik’s tongue is…”
Her words trail off as her expression softens like she’s lost in a blissful memory. I let her float in it, knowing she’ll get to the point when she’s ready. Something happened afterward, obviously.
And if that hulk of a Viking hurt my friend, there’s going to be hell to pay.
Finally, her gaze refocuses, and she meets my eyes. Shaking her head, she takes a sip of her coffee before continuing.
“He wouldn’t do anything else. He refused to let me touch or even see his cock. Said that last night was just for me, and he didn’t need anything from me in return.”
“That’s…generous,” I offer, and her frown deepens.
“It’s stupid. What does he think he’s protecting me from? I wanted to, but that didn’t matter to him. He thought he was being noble, but all he was doing was pissing me off.”
“What’s really bothering you?” I ask, my gut telling me something else is going on here.
It doesn’t make any sense that she’s so pissed off. Sure, I could see her being a little frustrated, but this is a huge step forward in their relationship––or whatever it is they’re doing together. She should be over the moon.
