Page 42 of My Unbearable Mate

“Why not?”

“Because it was never the right time. The clan always needed something. And it was easier to work for someone else.”

“But you wanted it.”

“I’m surprised you remembered.”

“I never forgot anything about you, Clover,” he said, running his hands down my back as the knot melted away. “Maybe you can open a spa in Granger Falls, if you decide to stay. I don’t expect you to give me an answer tonight. I just want you to know it’s a possibility.”

“That might be nice.”

He moaned in agreement. “You know what else is nice?” A smack against my butt cheek made my eyes shoot open. “This ass is fucking fantastic.”

“It’s a lot bigger than it used to be.” I chuckled nervously. Having Bellamy give me the once over before he told me to lay on the bed was terrifying. I’d gained a lot of weight since he’d last seen me, and I liked to think I was good at camouflaging it with clothes, but I had nowhere to hide. The rolls, the cellulite, the stretch marks. Gravity having the last laugh. It would’ve been sweet justice if he’d rejected me because of it.

His grip tightened on my cheek. “Are you suggesting that’s a bad thing?”

I looked over my shoulder at him. “Not everyone appreciates a woman with ample curves.”

He scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. “Anyone who thinks you’re less than a goddess is a fool. Guess I should use that to my advantage.”

Another slap, this time on the other cheek. Electricity flowed through my veins, and Bellamy rubbing away the warmth of his strike made me squirm under his touch.

“Someone’s getting impatient,” he said as he slid his hand under the lace and between my legs. I was soaking wet for him. He stroked again, maddeningly deeper. “Very, very impatient.”

Then he drew his hand away, and I moaned, which earned another spank. And another. “You’ve needed these for a while.”

“You’ll never get me to behave.”

“That’s the last thing I want.” His hand was still on my ass. There was no way he wouldn’t be able to feel my pussy pulsing, daring him to come play. He leaned forward, heat rolling off his frustratingly still clothed body. “Are you ready to turn over?”

“I’m gonna get oil all over the sheets.” There always was the hot tub…

“They aren’t the only thing that will need to be changed when I’m done with you,” he rumbled.

I rolled over, meeting his hungry gaze as he poured more oil into his palms. He kissed me, his lips trailing down to my neck, stopping over the spot that pulsed wildly in anticipation of whatever he did next.

Drawing back, he rubbed his hands together and started at my shoulders. They were a little sore from the work he’d done moments before, that delicious pain of letting go. Healing. Is that what this was?

I didn’t have time to think about it because he’d moved to my boobs, making slow circles, squeezing them, running his hands up to my neck and grasping, meeting my gaze…

“Fuck.” The word was barely more than a breath.

He let go of my neck, giving my breast another circle before heading down to my stomach, pushing down my panties and rubbing either side of my slit. Next time, he pulled the panties to the side, fingering the bar above my clit. My back arched, and he grabbed a fistful of lace and tore the underwear off me.

The growl that came out of him as he pulled his shirt over his head was absolutely delicious. I would’ve helped him with his jeans, if he hadn’t turned my bones into jelly. But watching him free himself from his jeans…his cock hard and ready…was all the motivation I needed.

I rolled up and Bellamy caught me. He liked kissing, a lot, like it was his way to say things that words couldn’t possibly explain. He effortlessly lifted me onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. I grasped his shaft, running my hand up and down its length, loving the way he moaned against me.

His hand overtook mine, showing me what he liked. With his other arm, he lifted me, and helped me position him so he could come inside.

That was hot.

He slid inside, with fast strokes, holding me by the waist like I was a doll. My muscles pulsed around him.

“I love how it feels being inside you,” he said. “This fucking gorgeous body is gonna make me lose control.”

“Let me help you with that.”

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