Page 69 of Bad Boy in Her Bed

The sheet beneath her jostled as he clutched at it, his eyes locked on her mouth while she worked him.

She added the swirl of her tongue to her moves and he began panting heavy, cursing and begging her in growled bursts.

“Baby…Jocelyn…Baby…fuck…I…” The hand in her hair grasped a little tighter, tugging gently.“Baby, I’m gonna…holy FUCK!”

With his attempt to warn her, she splayed one hand across his chest and dug her nails in, dragging them down his skin as he erupted down her throat.She held him there until he sunk into the mattress, still alternating between swearing and singing her praises to the gods.

Crawling up the length of his body, she braced her hands on either side of his head and smiled down at him.“Good morning.You’re babbling.”

With a strained laugh, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.“Good morning.You’re incredible.”He swallowed hard a few times, blinking over and over.“I think you actually blew my brains out.”

Flopping down beside him, she stretched out with a satisfied smile.“Mission accomplished.”

He lay beside her with a goofy grin on his face for a few minutes before sitting up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, and grabbing the phone he hadn’t glanced at since they left the station.“Give me a few minutes and do not leave this bed.”

She smirked as he staggered a little on his way out of the room, giggling when she heard a thump followed by an ‘I’m good.’

They had so much to do today.

But when he returned, the goofy look on his face was replaced by a predatory one.Her thong picture lit up his phone and she realized they were definitely not going to be getting an early start to the day.

“Show me,” he growled, bouncing his cell across the bed.

She inhaled sharply and clutched the comforter a little tighter, watching him as he got on his knees at the foot of the bed, grabbed her ankles, and yanked her to him, almost purring in appreciation when he saw the thong.

By the time his tongue was sliding through her folds, her fingers grasping at the mattress and her heels on his shoulders, she decided whatever plans they needed to make could wait.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Birch leaned inthe doorway of his bedroom, arms crossed as he watched Jocelyn pack her suitcase.“You’re being stubborn.”

“No,” she replied calmly, giving him a look that simultaneously set his blood and his dick aflame.“I’m actively negotiating.”

Negotiating.

She was holding him hostage.

His hesitancy in telling Grey what was going on with him, Ryder, and Serpent’s Tongue was the topic of discussion in bed after she roused him with the best wake-up call ever.After a toe-curling round with his tongue and another where she rode him backwards until she once again turned him into a babbling, incoherent mess, he made coffee, she made eggs, and they went back to bed to make plans.

His plan was for her to move in with him.

Her plan was for him to have a sit-down with his brothers and come clean.

And when he made the first of the many excuses he had stored in the back of his mind, she kissed him, rolled out of bed, and proceeded to pack.

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“Alright,” he exhaled,holding his hands up in surrender.“I’ll sit Grey down tonight and come clean before he hears the rumors.His finals aren’t for another nine days, so it shouldn’t distract him.Maybe I’ll put River on speaker so I don’t have to do it twice.”

Swinging one of her thongs on her finger, she looked over her shoulder.“Deal.”She smiled and tossed the red satin at him.“What about Winter?”

“Since the shop is closed for another two days, I’ll drive down there tomorrow.”Testing the elasticity of the thong’s lace, he shrugged.“He’s kind of expecting me anyways.Just maybe not walking through the front doors.”

Rising to her feet, she joined him in the doorway, smoothing her hands along his chest.“Want me to come with you?I could wait in the car while you go in.”

His brother’s face, hardened by the past eleven years, flashed through his mind, along with the hint of a smile he swore he saw when Winter first set eyes on the picture of him and Jocelyn.“Why don’t you come inside with me?I’d like you two to meet.”

Biting her lip, she looked up at him with apprehension.“Only if he won’t be uncomfortable.I don’t want him to be reminded of what he’s missing.”

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