Running With The Pack: Big Easy Shifters: Book Four by Knox, Abby (free ebook reader for iphone TXT) 📕

down her breastbone to her belly. Here, he palmed her lower stomach and took a moment to admire the soft, supple skin and luscious, welcoming curves. “Right here. Damn, woman. I’m gonna put so many babies in here.”

She was so ready for it, she was now rocking her hips upward toward him, yearning for him to fill her up. “Now. Do it now. I can’t wait another minute.”

He laughed and kissed her navel. His hands spread her legs wide, and he inhaled a deeper, more musky version of her strawberry scent. “First, a taste.”

Pen cried out in pleasure as his lips tasted her fruit for the first time. Her syrupy juice was all for him, and he was going to have more than a taste. Bobby became drunk on her sweetness as she writhed underneath him. He stroked her folds, savoring every inch of her with his tongue. He found her tight little clit and worked it over with his mouth, then flicked it with his tongue, sending a shock wave of pleasure through her.

“Fuck me, Bobby,” she moaned. “I’m ready.”

Instead of heeding her pleas, he continued to stroke her sweetness with his mouth, claiming her most sensitive spots with his lips, devouring her with his tongue and occasionally—ever so gently—with his teeth. His gentle nibbles, combined with the feel of his beard between her thighs, were more than she could bear.

“Bobby, I think I’m gonna come. I don’t wanna come without you,” she pleaded breathlessly. “I want you inside me when I come for the first time ever.”

Bobby obliged. The next moment, he was sinking his shaft into her pussy and sharing with her the taste of her juice. He went slowly, proud in knowing he was the first to cross her finish line. She felt amazing around his cock. She whimpered in pain just slightly as he pushed past her hymen. He paused, but Pen was over it in half a second and pulling him in deeper. Her ankles were clasped around his back, cradling him in as tightly as she could.

“That’s a good way to get yourself knocked up, little lady.”

“God, let’s hope so,” she moaned. Bobby reached down and thumbed her clit as he thrust into her, ensuring they both came at once.

The geyser of pleasure blasted through him; he felt Pen contracting around his cock, milking out his semen. The way that wolf shifters come, coupled with her prodigious wetness, she was sure to end up pregnant today.

Glory be.

* * *

The sound of banging on the door woke them with a start.

Shit.

Sam, the yellow Lab, who had been sleeping in the living room, immediately started barking.

Pen jerked awake in Bobby’s arms and gasped. She looked up into his eyes with genuine confusion. She had the look someone has when they awaken disoriented from a beautiful dream. “What’s going on?”

Bobby wanted to kick some asses clear across the Gulf of Mexico for waking up his girl from her rest. He had big plans for her later, and she needed sleep: plans that involved her nipples and a jar of Nutella.

Bobby reluctantly extracted himself out of bed, away from Pen’s warm, comforting skin. She touched his arm, and he nearly had a mind to jump back into bed and hide under the covers until the jerks on the other side of the door gave up and went away. “Don’t answer that; come back to bed,” she whispered.

Bobby murmured and smoothed her mussed hair into place. “Baby, I would love nothing more than to stay here and slide between your legs and shut out the world, but whoever that is is not going to go away, I have a feeling.”

She pouted. There was nothing else in the world like the rosy, pouting bottom lip of his Pen. How Bobby fought the urge to claim it with his mouth. “I’m gonna make whoever it is disappear, and then I’m coming right back to suck on that lip of yours.”

Pen’s hand glided toward him under the bedsheet as he sat up, and she gently groped his bare cock. “Just this one lip?”

A crackle of lust surged through him. The idiots at the door continued banging, and Sam continued barking.

He winked and replied, “Nah, all four of your sweet lips, sugar. Stay here just like that. I’ll be right back.” He kissed her sweetly, then hopped up to throw on some pajama pants.

But Bobby wouldn’t be right back. Not that day anyway.

When Bobby opened the door, it was the police.

“Robert Mason Jordan,”

“Yes,” Bobby replied flatly.

Bobby heard Pen gasp. He had hoped she had the good sense to stay in the bedroom. But she had seen the cops.

“I told those other officers everything that happened at the tattoo shop. Bobby wasn’t even there!”

“Ma’am, I suggest you keep quiet, or I will have you arrested for harboring a fugitive.”

Bobby heard Pen laugh derisively. “Fugitive! This is crazy!”

But the officer continued, “Robert Jordan, you are under arrest for kidnapping, assault, and false imprisonment.”

Bobby and Pen cried simultaneously, “What?!”

As the two officers handcuffed him, he suddenly realized what this was.

Lionel DuChamp had called in a favor, and he was having him arrested for forcibly taking him to the wedding. A wedding that the old man had paid for. A wedding in which his only daughter got her only wish. A wedding that was undoubtedly going to be the talk of the society pages for months and earn him endless compliments at the golf club.

Lionel himself had cornered Bobby at the reception. He implied—albeit subtly—that he had gone willingly and that there had been no way Bobby and Gavin could have dragged his ass out of his house had he not.

If that old man was such a badass, why was he now calling the cops?

Bobby breathed deeply. He had to keep himself from “wolfing out” in front of the cops. If he grew fangs and claws at the moment by letting his emotions take over, it would not end well for anyone.

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