Page 27 of Jager's Prey
For the first time ever, I gave myself to a man—I gave myself to him without reservation, without hesitation. Every swirl of his tongue, every sway of his body.
Every position he turned me into, every time he growled my name—I fell a little harder.
One orgasm blended into another and soon I wasn’t sure where he ended, and I began. Mack clouded my senses—and I gave in and allowed him.
“Mack.” I whispered as I panted.
“Again, for me…”
He rolled us over so I was on top of him, and I couldn’t help but to arched for him as I rode him. When I looked down at him, his face was beautifully contorted—a look I would kill to have on his face regularly.
“Arin…”
I never wanted this moment to end but our bodies weren’t listening. He kissed me as another orgasm tore through me and his body erupted against mine. He tightened his arms around my back, holding me to his chest until the shaking stopped.
Afterward, I stretched my body on top of his, trying to remember how to breathe. Every part of me was satisfied and though I wanted to do it again, I didn’t bring it up. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to so soon after we’d made love.
Mack kissed my head and sighed. “Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know.” Mack replied. “I just—I don’t want to be a regret.”
“Have you ever made love to a woman the way you did to me just now and she regretted it?”
“No—I’ve never made love to a woman like that before.” He sighed. “I’ve never wanted to stay before.”
“And now?”
“You don’t want the answer to that, Arin.” He told me. “I don’t want you to think just because we slept together you have to choose me.”
“But you want me to choose you.”
He laughed softly. “I do. But my want isn’t how it works. Anyway, we should get dressed just in case Cage wakes up before us in the morning. He’s already going through a lot—seeing us naked will not help his situation.”
I blushed.
The truth was, I could barely control my body in that moment. I was still like water, lying beside him.
“Um…”
Mack pushed to his elbow and looked down into my face. “What’s wrong?”
“Could we just lay here for a lil longer?” I asked. “I don’t think my feet would hold me up right now.”
Mack laughed. “I’m sorry. Without my prosthetic, I can’t lift you—I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about liftin’ me now.” I caressed his cheek then eased up to kiss him. “I just need a moment to remember how to use my legs—that’s your fault.”
“That’s a blame I can happily carry.”
We showered together, Mack gently lathering my body after squirting some bodywash into his palms and starting against my shoulders. He massaged, kneaded, rubbed—once he rinsed my back, he kissed my neck and my shoulders.
I sighed. “Stop that. We can’t start anythin’ if we want to get any sleep tonight.”
“Sorry.” He whispered but kissed the back of my neck.
Laughing softly, I turned and poured some bodywash in my palms and pressed them to his muscular chest. As I washed him, Mack kept his eyes on me. Each time I looked up, he smiled at me and kissed either my nose or my forehead.
