Page 54 of Bria and the Tiger

“I was on a date.”

He growled and his hand tightened on her leg. “With who?”

“A coyote shifter named Ron.”

“Ron is a stupid name.”

She laughed. “There’s nothing wrong with the name Ron.”

He snorted. “Where is stupid Ron?”

“I don’t know. About an hour into the date he ditched me.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Nope.”

“He’s an idiot with a stupid name.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry you’re having such a bad day.”

He shrugged. “Jonah’s birthday is always bad. I miss him.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” She patted the hand that was on her thigh and he linked their fingers together.

“I decided I was going to get drunk and then get laid by a random shifter.”

The little growl was escaping her mouth before she could stop it.

He grinned at her. “I like that you’re jealous.”

She didn’t reply, and he squeezed her hand. “Jonah would have thought it was a really dumb way to celebrate his birthday, but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want to think about it anymore, you know? I was with my parents all day and even after five years, they…”

He stopped and stared out the passenger window for a while. She drove in silence and didn’t pressure him to talk. When they were nearly to his house, he said, “Anyway, that was my plan. Only, halfway through the night I realized I didn’t want to fuck some random shifter. I wanted to fuck you again. Which I thought was impossible. Except here we are, driving to my house to have sex. I can’t wait to fuck you again, little tiger. I think about your tight little pussy way more than I should.”

He squinted at her neck. “Sorry I bit you. My tiger loses control when he’s around you.”

“It’s fine. It’ll be healed by tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy again.”

She ignored the slow burn of lust in her belly as she pulled into his driveway and shut the car off. “Okay, let’s get you in the house.”

“Yes, let’s.” His voice was eager.

She climbed out of the car and hurried to his side. He’d already unbuckled his seatbelt and she steadied him when he climbed out of the car. “Put your arm around me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He slung his arm around her shoulders and she guided him to the front door.

“Where are your keys?”

“Front pocket.” He yawned.

She slid her hand into his pocket, grabbed his keys and opened the door. He kicked his shoes off and took her hand. “C’mon, let’s get you naked.”

She steadied him as he slowly climbed the stairs. He yawned again, but put his arm around her waist when they entered his bedroom and leaned down to nuzzle her neck. “I want you so much, little tiger.”

“We can’t have sex. You’re too drunk.

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