Page 28 of Pack Apollo

“Well,” Palmer starts, moving to stand in front of me. “Was it worth it? Have fun?”

“Definitely,” I tell him. “The most fun I’ve had in a while actually. I didn’t know Brent could sing as well as he does.”

His head falls back with his laugh. “Yeah, he’s pretty good, but he’ll only sing when he’s drunk, so good luck hearing it other than then.”

I laugh with him, and he adds, “It’s pretty late, you know. You could always stay the night here. We’ve got a decent bed in the spare room. My bed is pretty comfy too, though. I'll even get up early to take you back so you don't miss class and everything."

"Hmm," I murmur, tapping a finger to my chin. "You sure do know how to persuade a lady."

He laughs, taking my hand to gently pull me up the stairs. "That's the first time anyone has ever told me that in my life."

"I don't believe you," I whisper now that we're upstairs.

"You don't have to be quiet," he says. "Wait for it."

Half a second after he speaks, snores flow underneath atleast two of the closed doors. Laughing again, I let him pull me into his room before he closes the door behind us. He lets go of my hand, and I immediately miss the feel of it. Taking his shirt off as he walks over to his bed, he tosses it across the chair in the corner. I'm not sure what it is about watching his bare muscles flex as he does it, but it makes my heart race and my cheeks flame.

Coming up behind him, I run my hands up his naked skin, and he sighs. "I didn't invite you for any ulterior motives. I didn't have anything in mind."

I press my lips against his skin. "What if I did?"

He turns, giving me a hooded inspection through half closed eyelids. Whatever he sees in my expression must be all of the invitation that he needs. Leaning down, his mouth closes on mine. We've barely touched before I'm parting my lips and devouring him like a woman starved. This whole pack has driven my desire, making me a madwoman.

Our clothes come off in a frenzy like no other. We send them flying everywhere. All I care about is the feel of his skin on mine as his spearmint scent surrounds me. I want him under me, over me, anyway that he wants as long as we're touching.

Palmer isn't big compared to Brent, but he's stacked with his own thick muscles that bulge as he reaches down behind my thighs to lift me. No one has ever tried to pick me up romantically or not, but instincts have me wrapping my legs around his waist. And, oh the glorious feel as his cock rubs between my lower lips as he walks. I'm saved from being embarrassed and coming on the spot by him setting me down on his bed.

Scooting back, I open my legs, giving him the perfectly angled view of everything I have. Licking his lips like a hungry man at a buffet, he crawls up on hands and knees until his face is perched right between my legs. Without warning his face dropsbetween them, and he takes a long lick from my pussy up to my clit where he sets to work with his tongue. If I thought the man could kiss, it's got absolutely nothing on what he's doing to me right now.

Two fingers work their way inside of me, and it's all I need to set me off. I come riding his face as one of my hands clings for dear life in his hair. He says nothing as he pulls away and walks the rest of the way up my body, kissing a long line up.

When he makes it to my mouth, he kisses me hard and I take it, tasting myself on him. A primal part of me deep down inside, goes feral at my scent covering him. My lips move down to his neck where they find a place to suckle as he reaches between us to guide himself inside of me.

As he starts to move, I don't know where I end and he begins. I just know that it feels so damn good that I don't ever want him to stop. I even beg him not to, resulting in his hips moving faster, making us both groan in unison.

"Ohhhh!" I exclaim, drawing the word out. "I'm coming."

His lips drop to my hard nipple and he sucks on it as he jerks twice and starts to slow. Dropping to his elbows, he lays his head sideways on my chest. I'm sure he can hear the quick pounding of my heart right through the side of his face.

"That was amazing," he says breathlessly. "I've never come so fast in my life."

"Neither have I," I admit with a small chuckle. "That makes two of you now that have made me do it."

"Really?" he asks curiously. "Who else? Brent?"

"Nope," I tell him. "He was actually the perfect gentleman."

"Roz?" he asks.

I laugh outright, making his head bounce on my chest. "Yeah, right. Up until tonight I was convinced he hated me."

He sighs, his warm breath blowing across my stillpartially hard nipple, making me gasp a little.

"It takes a lot for Roz to hate someone," he says after a few seconds. "He's just worried about all of us getting hurt again and him being responsible and helpless all over again."

"I get that," I agree quietly.

Lifting his head, he pulls away slightly until he slides out of me. "Damn. I didn't think to use protection. I'm sorry. I'm clean I promise. I haven't slept with anyone in a long time. Actually, I don't think any of us have."

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