Page 58 of Mother Clucker

But I also didn’t want David pouting for the rest of the evening. He’d already told me when I’d first gotten to Drew’s that he had to go home for a few days during the week to handle business.

He was leaving in the morning. If tonight was our last night together, I wanted him happy.

“Dani is dating Nick,” I said to relieve David’s suffering. “And Zach, the other active SEAL, is married to Gabrielle Lee from?—”

“The trashy weddings show,” he finished my sentence.

He hadn’t gotten it exactly correct, but it was close enough. “You do listen when I talk.” I smiled.

“Every damn word.” He practically growled it. “So is that it? Just two SEALs?”

He was still jealous. And I freaking loved it. “No. There was a third.”

Brow raised, he waited expectantly.

“There’s Clay too.”

“Clay.” He nodded, pressing his lips tightly together.

Controlling my joy from spilling out into a big smile, I said, “Clay and Tasha live together. They have since the first season of Hot House. They’re completely in love. In fact there’s a pool at the office for what month he’s going to finally propose to her.”

David stood and pulled me up out of the chair. “That all? Any more military guys I need to know about?”

“That’s it.” I didn’t tell him about McP’s being packed full of guys from the nearby base by the time I’d dragged Lucy out of there.

No need. He was already crazed enough.

“Good,” he growled and hauled me tightly against him.

Then there was no way I could have talked more even if I’d wanted to. David’s mouth covered mine in a kiss that felt like a claiming. Like he was marking his territory. Making me his.

I was usually all for female independence. Not right now. I loved David like this. Testosterone fueled. Feral. Possessive.

We’d sat and chatted with Drew for only a couple of minutes when I’d first arrived, and then David had declared he and I had business to attend to and he’d dragged me to his room.

I’d assumed he’d meant Strickland business. I was rapidly changing my mind about that assumption as he lifted me until my feet left the ground and tossed me on the bed.

He reached for the waist of my cropped cotton pants and my eyes widened. “Drew is in the house.”

“So?” He proceeded to unbutton and then unzip my pants. Tugging them down my legs, he obviously had no intention of stopping.

“He’ll hear us,” I hissed.

“He shouldn’t be listening and then he won’t hear.”

That was a completely absurd objection to my embarrassment.

He yanked my underwear down and I said, “David?—”

I was going to lecture him about how we were both guests in Drew’s home and it was wrong of us to make him feel uncomfortable and take advantage of his hospitality.

I didn’t get even one word of that out as David yanked my legs wide and buried his face between them.

As his hot mouth connected with my needy flesh, I gasped. He raised his gaze to meet mine. I swear the damn man smiled in victory. Then he really went to town and I could no longer keep my eyes open.

His tongue on me, accompanied by the two fingers he slipped inside had me panting for air. My muscles clenched of their own accord and soon my hips were off the bed, pressing closer, seeking more from this man.

He didn’t deny me and worked harder until I was crying out, bucking beneath him. He didn’t stop or even slow down until he’d pushed me through one orgasm and into a second.

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