Page 19 of Tracked By Sasquatch

“I can’t wait to taste these. I wonder, do you like it gentle?” He caressed them with care, and she moaned low in her throat.

“Or, rough.” He pinched the right, holding it hostage and increasing the pressure until she whimpered.

“Jasper.”

“Which is it, sweetness?” Alternating treatments on one while the other received the opposite. He already knew the answer. Every inch of her body gave him the answer. The breath sawing in and out of her, the circling of her hips seeking friction, her nails digging into the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck.

“Either… both.” She groaned, a needy sound. “Just, more.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. One hand left her breast, and made a straight path down her stomach, into her waistband, under her underwear and zeroed in on her clit.

There wasn’t much room to work because her jeans were so fucking tight, but Squatch wasn’t anything if not determined. Slipping two fingers just inside her enough to tease, he spread them apart and brought them back up to the place he had no trouble finding. Catching it between the sides of his slick index and middle fingers, he stroked beside her clit in a long oval motion.

“Oh god, how are you, fuck, Jasper. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t intend to, sweetness.” He continued the treatment on her nipple and clit while sucking her neck. He wanted to mark her. As juvenile as it sounded, he liked the idea of leaving a hickey on her neck for others to see.

Her breathing hitched and he sped up his fingers riding parallel to her needy clit, bringing them together on the upstroke to drag it along for the ride and Devin went off.

Squatch watched the outline of her reflection in the glass of the photo they still stood in front of. It was a picture of a bed with rumpled satin sheets. Innocent enough on the surface, but if you looked in the lower right corner toward the foot of the bed, there was the barest hint of an object peeking in. It was hard to make out, unless you knew what it was, and Squatch did. A paddle.

Still PG and family friendly, only someone looking for it would find it. The smaller one next to it, no bigger than a postcard was a close-up of the paddle, but again, the casual viewer just saw leather.

However, Squatch wasn’t looking at any of those things, he was watching Devin’s mouth form that silent cry. The one that was shattering and rebuilding all at once. It was devastatingly beautiful.

Devastating Devin.

On the back side of it, the sound finally escaped her throat with a shudder.

When her arms slipped from around his neck, he dropped his hand from her tit to wrap it around her waist because he felt her knees shake. Pulling the other from her pants, he slipped his fingers into her mouth and spun her around to him.

His mouth descended with purpose to hers. Only then did he slowly slide his fingers free from between their lips, relishing the secondhand taste of her.

“Fuck, you taste like you’re going to become my obsession.” He spoke against her lips before nipping the bottom one. “I wonder how much better it will be when my tongue is buried in your cunt and you’re coming on my face?” He shoved those two fingers in his mouth and sucked while staring into her glittering jade eyes that were blown with passion.

The way her breath hitched at his words told him so much. They were definitely going to be explosive together in bed. The whole text claiming thing to Croon didn’t seem like a mistake with her flavor lingering on his tongue.

“Get naked, sweetness. I want to taste every inch of you.” As he spoke, he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots. The shirt was next, but he hesitated for just a moment. He wanted Devin to find him appealing, all of him, and she was probably used to smooth-chested men.

With a sigh he shoved his old insecurities down. They would just spoil the mood; besides, she touched him earlier and didn’t recoil. He unbuttoned his jeans and stood to shuck them but was halted by Devin’s voice.

“Oh, fuck.” Her words held giddiness laced with awe.

“Usually that reaction doesn’t come until after I take my pants off, sweetness.” He was focused on getting said pants off when she clarified.

“Your chest is… I had no idea you were hiding all that under there.”

It felt like a gut punch. Was she turned off? Surely not. She sounded happy, so he played dumb, refusing to let his past issues color the night. “All what?” he asked as he shoved his jeans down his legs finally.

“Damn, Jasper. I love a hairy man, and you are just… wow.”

That was refreshing. Most women liked the sleeker shaved look. He’d been one of those guys for years after a girl actually ewed him when he was younger and had zero confidence.

It had been another attempt to fit in and be accepted that he’d finally given up on. Since becoming a Bastard, he only ever slept with club girls for the most part. No fear of rejection.

Devin had just done it again. Stitched an old wound closed with her words. Without even knowing it, Devin was single-handedly repairing what others had broken. Fuck if he wouldn’t find a way to do the same for her.

He thought of the text again. I intend to make her mine. His heart must’ve known what Devin was, she was indeed divine… and his.