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He chuckled. “You are?”
“Yup.”
He nipped her bottom lip. “And what do I get if I win?”
“You pick. If I win, I want you to teach me how to drive a motorcycle.”
His brows pulled together in wariness, but he eventually nodded. “Okay. You’re on.”
“Rack ‘em.”
As he led her into the treehouse, Arbor said, “Did I forget to mention that I played in pool leagues since I was in middle school?”
Megan yanked on his hand, pulling him to a stop. When he turned to look at her, she stared at him with her mouth hanging open. “You lied!”
He shook his head and laughed. “No. I didn’t lie.”
“Okay, but you hid that from me.”
“If you would’ve asked, I would’ve told ya. You didn’t ask.”
She narrowed her eyes on him. “I feel cheated. And you still haven’t told me what you want.”
Arbor cupped her face in his hands and lowered his head until he was only a couple of inches from her face. “Kitten, you and I both know that whatever happens between us will always benefit both of us. Neither of us end up cheated.”
He wasn’t wrong, and the way he was staring at her had her clit pulsating and her nipples tight. Lust was swirling in those blue depths, making it very clear that whatever he wanted for winning would end up with both of them orgasming.
Arbor nipped her bottom lip before taking her mouth in a deep kiss. He kissed her until they were both breathless. After panting against her lips for a few seconds, he growled, “On your knees, Kitten.”
Without hesitation, Megan dropped to her knees and began unfastening his jeans. His hands slid into her hair as she pulled his hard cock out and gave it a stroke with her first.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Give me that mouth. Show me what it can do.”
Gazing up at him, she leaned forward and opened her lips. As she swirled her tongue around the head of him, his hands tightened in her hair and his eyes started glowing, letting her know exactly what she was doing to him, and she had barely gotten started. Proud of herself, she sucked him in and set a steady rhythm, letting the head of him hit the back of her throat on every stroke.
It wasn’t long before his hips began to rock in sync with her rhythm and his moans filled the space.
“Fuck, Kitten. You’re so damn good at that.” Three strokes later, he warned her, “I’m going to come.”
She swallowed him down and began moaning around him. Arbor barked a shout, before he shouted her name and came down her throat.
When she pulled off of him and grinned up at him, Arbor purred. Then he reached down and pulled her into his arms. “My turn,” he growled and carried her to the bedroom.
EIGHTEEN
ARBOR
ItwasFridayeveningagain, and Arbor couldn’t wait to get Kitten home. She had worn a skirt to work, and her legs were on display, making him think about all the amazing things they did together with those legs wrapped around his waist or straddling his lap or over his shoulders while he tasted heaven. It was more than a man could take, honestly.
He didn’t have anything against women with thin, toned legs. If it made them happy, then he was happy for them. But nothing got his blood racing more than thick thighs and a round ass. Kitten had both in spades.
It had been just over a week since they met, and he was head over heels for the woman. His lion was calmer and more at peace than ever before. She was good for them. Even Whiskey had commented on the positive change he’d noticed in Arbor since Kitten came into his life.
IQ was working on tracking her ex, which should make it easier to keep an eye out for him and any trouble he might cause. Arbor just hoped they got on it fast enough. Her ex had been looking for her for months, or at least she suspected he was, so there was a chance that the Howlers had stepped into the game a little too late for an offensive approach, but that was yet to be determined.
One of the prospects overheard Arbor talking to IQ, Keys, and Whiskey about getting her new identification. Keys had said it would take a minute because his contacts were seven hours away, but the prospect announced that he had contacts close by. That was news to all of them, and Arbor knew Whiskey would be having a talk with the prospect about sharing that kind of information with the club. He also suspected it was what would get that prospect on the fast track to being patched in.
Yes, they were working on getting things squared away for Kitten, so she could settle and not be on the run. It was for Arbor’s benefit as well. If Kitten was safe, he could worry less. He’d still worry, because that’s what mates did, but he wouldn’t feel the need to wrap her in bubble wrap and build a wall of shifter muscle around her.
