Come Out Swinging (Reach for the Moon Book 2) by Sam Hall (sight word readers TXT) 📕

“No, never. Some girls I’m attracted to, some I’m keen to pursue things, and some?” He walked closer with each description. “Some are like a flamethrower to my balls, forcing me up and out of whatever I’m doing to try and get her attention, even for a second.”

He was close, so close now, I could be forgiven for reaching out and running my fingers down a strand of hair that had fallen free of his ponytail, couldn’t I? I could, I felt that strongly. He was mine, and as my eyes flicked around the room, they were mine. I could reach out and—

“So why would your dad have pictures of his niece getting it on with a group of other girls?” Zack asked. “These are surveillance photos, all taken from the same angle, the same execution. They’ve been shot using a spy camera. If they were designed to titillate, they’d look a lot more porny. Someone paid someone to spy on your cousin. Why?”

“Bridget was always clear that she wasn’t going to step up and take her spot in the line of succession, much to your aunt’s disgust,” Mason said. “We all knew if you didn’t come back, the heir designation wasn’t going to fall on her shoulders.”

“Nor Selma, evidently. Though she wasn’t making that clear like Bridge was,” Declan said with a frown. “She was who we thought was going to be next.”

“I need to see my cousin,” I said.

“I’ll have her brought to the compound,” Mason said.

“No, I need to see her.” They started to sputter about that, Mason more than anyone, but when I shook my head, Lorcan just smiled. “I want to turn up unannounced, see if I can get a read on her before she’s had a chance to put some walls up. Dad thought this was important enough to hide the images away. I need to know why.”

“I’m not wearing a bulletproof vest.”

I scowled at Mason, standing in the carpark with him, while he held the damn thing out to me with a determined gleam in his eyes.

“You need protecting.”

“Isn’t that what you guys are for? Isn’t that why all of you are insisting on going?”

“Of course it is,” he replied, his arms dropping. “We’ll protect you from whatever is thrown at you. Paige…”

I tensed a little when he moved forward. I’d spent so long holding myself away from him, it was hard to stop. He put a careful hand on my arm, stroking it.

“Then keep me safe.” I closed his hands over the vest, pushing it back at him, and he just nodded in response.

So there we were, all wedged into the car, the testosterone pumping through the cab as I sat jammed between Zack and Mason. I jumped when I felt Zack’s arm slide along the back of the seat, Declan catching my reaction with a smile, then turning the car over and getting us moving. Mason watched his brother as he leaned in, trailing his nose up my neck.

“Zack…” I hissed.

“Need you,” he rumbled. “The shower, it wasn’t enough. Need you, need your taste in my mouth, you squeezing my cock tight with that sweet little pussy of yours.”

He was trying to pitch his voice low, just for me, but in a car full of wolf shifters, that wasn’t gonna happen. A series of shuffles and uncomfortable groans went through the cab as the streets of Lupindorf rushed past.

“You’re tormenting them,” I said, turning to face him, but my eyes dropped instantly to his lips. “You’re tormenting me.”

“Good,” he replied before shifting forward and kissing me. “Does it make you needy, desperate?”

“Yes!” Micah snapped from the front seat. “Fuck, I’ve only had the one taste and it just makes me ache for more.”

“You’re playing games again,” I said, my eyes narrowing down.

He pulled me as close as he could within the constraints of the seat belt, his mouth hot and hungry on mine, consuming me until he drew away, and I just hovered there, wanting more.

Which was the point, of course.

“You need to let things develop at their own pace,” I reprimanded as a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

“No,” he replied. “You’ve chosen, now you need to take. This is your pack. You’ll be stronger and better protected when you mark them. I’ll kiss you, touch you, work you up until you’re clawing everyone’s clothes off to get to them.”

Micah turned around in his seat, eyeing the both of us with glowing eyes, looking like he wanted to do exactly as Zack said.

“Stop trying to force things,” I snapped.

“What am I forcing?”

He turned me as far as he could so I looked at the rest of the car. I saw Declan looking way too long at us in the rear vision mirror, Lorcan and Micah looking over at us from the front bench seat, but it was Mason who seemed the most affected.

“If I asked Declan to pull over somewhere safe, what do you think would happen?” Zack asked me. The guys shifted in their seats as if to clue me in. “How long do you think those cute little panties would last?”

“I’d pull them off with my teeth,” Micah growled out.

“I’d chew a hole in the crotch to get to you,” Lorcan added.

“Too time consuming,” Declan said, indicating for a second before pulling the car over roughly. He put the car in park and then turned around. “Paige and me, we were always having to be quick about fooling around before someone caught us at it.” He shot Mason a dark look. “You just pull her underwear to the side, push your fingers in, then your tongue. Get every fucking lick in you can, make her squirm, make her gush, then wrap your lips around her clit as it’s still twitching and ride her until she’s coming apart.”

He shook his head as if to clear it, which seemed to break the heated spell his words had created, my body throbbing with the remembered echoes