Page 29 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector
And again…and again.
Greer gave her what she needed over and over, working the toy while she bucked and moaned, begging him for more. It seemed like it would never end.
But finally, after her fifth orgasm, Sunny went limp. She collapsed and lay on her side, panting, her lashes fluttering closed as her body finally relaxed into the mattress.
“Oh, Greer,” she whispered when he bent over her to be sure she was all right. “That was…so good. Thank you.”
“I wonder if you’ll be thanking me in the morning,” he said dryly. He sort of doubted it. Once the aphrodisiac was fully out of her system, she was probably going to be upset about what they’d done tonight. But it was either fuck her with the vibrator or lose her, and Greer was damned if he’d take the latter when he could do the former.
He withdrew the vibrator carefully and set it aside, his own cock now so painfully hard he felt like he was going to fucking burst. He couldn’t stay here like this—not pressed up against her warm, soft body with the rich, feminine scent of her sex thick in the air.
Getting off the bed, he went to the fresher area. There was nothing but a leaf curtain for privacy, but he was pretty sure Sunny was out like a light. Yanking down his sleep trousers, he fisted himself, stroking fast, trying not to think of the sounds she’d made, the way her soft little pussy had swallowed the toy…how her breasts had swayed when he fucked her…how she’d looked as she came for him over and fucking over again…
But she filled his mind anyway, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low, frustrated growl, he spilled, rope after rope of cum shooting from the tip of his cock and fountaining over his hand.
Greer sagged in relief, but the sexual release didn’t make him feel better. All he could think of was how much he wanted her and how he could never have her.
Sunny wasn’t for him. She could never be for him.
Shoving down the ache in his chest, he cleaned up, doused the light, and slid into bed beside her—careful not to touch her—as the darkness closed in.
21
SUNNY
Sunny woke to a dim, gray light filtering through the slats in the hut’s single window. For a moment she had no idea where she was.
Her head felt thick and heavy, her mouth dry as sand. She rolled over gingerly—only to freeze as she felt a tender ache between her thighs.
She frowned sleepily. Wow—she was so sore. But why?
She blinked, and her gaze landed on the huge, familiar silhouette beside her. Greer. Oh, right—she was on the Thropp’ian home world. In a hut, with her Protector.
And there was something lying between them.
Frowning, she reached out, fingers brushing smooth silicone. The instant her fingertips encountered the long shaft and the little rabbit ears, everything came rushing back, in detail.
Her idea to sneak out and keep observing…the dancing in the Communal Hut…Chief Lowhung’s too-intense gaze and his insistence that she try the “Mating Drink.” She hadn’t taken much, but just a sip of the drink had made her dizzy and hot and… oh, God— so needy. She remembered calling Greer with her Think-me…him bursting in and going into Rage for her, like some avenging war god…carrying her away, back to the hut.
And then the really embarrassing memories came crashing in.
She’d been begging her big Protector to—oh God—to fuck her.
Oh no! Sunny clutched at her pounding head, but the memories from the night before just kept flooding in, refusing to be turned off no matter how hard she tried.
She’d clutched Greer—offered herself to him—desperate to be filled. And instead, he’d used the toy. Again and again, until she’d moaned like a female animal in heat, writhing under him, taking every thrust, every pulse of pleasure without shame or thought for what she must look like as she writhed naked on the bed beside him.
Heat rushed to Sunny’s face now—mortifying, scalding heat. Oh no. No, no, no. She’d been utterly shameless. And now? Now she was paying the price for her own out-of-control body. No wonder she was sore.
Biting her lip, she eased the toy toward her side of the bed, tucking it out of sight. She had to get up, get out of here—get some air before she had to face him.
Also, she had to pee.
She was nude, but she didn’t have the patience to go digging around in her carry-all to get something to wear. Besides, it was still mostly dark in the room, despite the little slivers of gray from the window. She was sure she could get to the bathroom, use it, and get back up into the bed without waking Greer.
And even if he did wake up, it’s not like he hasn’t already seen everything there is to see.
The thought made her wince in shame again. God, she’d been acting completely crazy the night before! How was she ever going to face her Protector again?
