Page 73 of Taken By the Pack

I lift a hand, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I watched you. My bedroom looks into yours and I saw them.”

Her breath catches. A flush spreads across her cheeks, down her neck. “You?—”

I nod. “Saw everything. I saw them fuck you.Fuck,babe. I saw you cry and moan and choke on cock for close to ten minutes.”

She turns pink, freckles standing out. “And?”

I drag my thumb over her lower lip, careful. “I’ve never been involved in anything like this. But I like you and I want to try.”

She swallows, her gaze dropping to my mouth. “You’ve made that obvious.”

“Have I?”

She smiles, barely, then nods. “Yeah.”

I don’t think. I just lean in, brushing my lips against hers. Testing.

She exhales against me, her lips still swollen and bruised. I keep it slow, gentle, pulling back just enough to gauge her reaction.

Her fingers curl into my shirt. “More.”

I smirk, kissing her again, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. She tastes like sweet tea and something rich, something addictive.

My hand slides down her back, settling on her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through the hoodie.

She shifts, pressing closer, her thigh sliding over mine, and a low sound escapes me.

I break the kiss, pressing my forehead to hers. “I got something for you.”

She blinks up at me, dazed. “What?”

I reach into my pocket, pulling out the shell. “Picked it up earlier. Forgot to give it to you.”

She takes it, running her fingers over the ridges. “It’s gorgeous.”

I watch her, the way she studies it, the way her lips curve into a soft smile. Then she sets it on the table and climbs into my lap.

I exhale sharply. “Jesus, baby.”

She presses a finger to my lips. “Shut up.”

I chuckle, shaking my head before grabbing her face and kissing her deeply.

She melts into me, her body warm and soft, her hands sliding up my chest.

And we stay like that, tangled on the couch, making out like teenagers until the sun starts creeping through the damn windows.

* * *

I wakeup with her still in my lap, her body warm against mine, the scent of her all over me. My neck’s stiff, my legs are numb, and there’s a knock at the door that won’t stop.

I groan. “Who the fuck?—”

She shifts, making a sleepy noise before curling closer, completely dead weight. I press my hand to her back, mumbling, “Stay here.”

When I yank open the door, Jake and Rowan stand there like it’s the most normal thing in the world to be knocking on my door at ass-crack-of-dawn o’clock.

Jake holds up a paper bag. “Brought pancakes.” He pauses, grinning as he steps inside like he owns the place. “But you’re making the coffee.”

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