I looked at Eli, the elder Younger. Got a body bag?
Good. His hand folded around her breast. I don’t want you to miss a second of this.She couldn’t look away as his thumb dragged over the rosy, puckered skin and then over nipple. There was no stopping the moan this time, and the sound turned into his name. She was beyond reason as he stroked her breast before he moved to the other cup. He did the same, pushing material aside and baring her breast.
His arm curled over her stomach and this time his fingers found one aching nipple. He caught it between his thumb and forefinger, then did something that caused her entire body to jolt and a rush of wet warmth to pool between her thighs.Mmm. His mouth coasted along the skin of her neck again. You liked that.She didn’t need to answer, because he knew. He did it again, and her hips moved on reflex as a whole different kind of ache blossomed. Taylor must’ve sensed it, because using one powerful thigh, he nudged her legs farther apart. Every muscle in her body tensed as his hand traveled off her hip and over her inner thigh.
You’re holding your breath, he said into her ear.A tremble rocked her body as his knuckles brushed against the very center of her. Then she felt the lightest touch, lazily trailing back and forth, teasing and taunting. You’re very wet, Ms. Hughes.
Beyond being embarrassed or shocked by the rawness of his words, she could only whimper out something that sort of sounded like an agreement.
We’re going to have to do something about that, he advised as his thumb got involved, circling a very sensitive part. What do you think?No. But she could have, he said sulkily as he clunked down the stairs to us. Jane wasn’t playing nice when she threw me down the steps.
Big-cats do not play nice, Beast said through my mouth, her voice growly.Both Youngers went still as stone.
I swallowed Beast back. Sorry. But my arm is broken. I grabbed the grenade he threw in the window and then I hit Marco with the same arm. I think the grenade was spelled. I held up my arm. My lower arm bent to one side then the other.Eli looked it over. Dang, Janie. Now, that’s a broken arm. Comminuted fracture of both bones. Hey, you—he pointed to a man on the porch—go get my gobag. The guy took off. I’ll splint it, Eli said.