Laid Bear by Eve Vaughn (e books for reading .TXT) 📕

was only when she lay on her back, crushed by his hard body that she realized how far things had gone. This was a stranger for Christ’s sake.

Turning her head to the side, she gasped for breath. “No.”

The word came out as an uncertain whisper, so it was no wonder he ignored her. A large calloused palm grazed the inside of her thigh, moving higher, stopping only when it met the cloth-covered folds of her pussy.

A quiver stole its way up her spine. She couldn’t remember feeling this hot for anyone. Her panties were soaked and a fever raged through her body. Modesty dictated that she clamp her thighs closed, denying him access to the most intimate part of her. Denying herself. But the part of her that hadn’t been laid in over a year screamed, hell yes!

“So wet,” he growled, his breath caressing her heated skin as he buried his face against her neck, while his fingers pushed the crotch of her panties aside to expose her wet cunt to his probing digits. “I knew you’d feel like this. Taste like this.” He bit into the side of her neck, not hard enough to break skin, but with enough pressure to sting.

Zora cried out, placing her hands against his shoulder. She should push him away, she really should, but those fingers…

As he continued to nuzzle and nip at her neck, he ran his forefinger along her wet slit before slipping past her labia.

When he touched her clit, Zora arched her back, giving up all pretence of protesting. She might not be in hell now, but she was certainly going there for this.

She dug her nails into his broad shoulders, pulling him closer and wanting more of the decadent sensations he caused throughout her body. Complying with her silent pleas, he slipped his middle finger inside her wet sheath. She wiggled and bucked her hips against him.

“That’s it, baby, ride my hand,” he ordered before clamping his teeth on her earlobe, giving it a quick nip. She was no innocent by a long shot, but nothing had prepared for the intense need that filled her from head to toe.

“Oh God, yes,” she moaned.

“Not God. Logan. Open your eyes, Zora.”

Logan. She liked the sound of it. The name suited him of the broad shoulders and good looking, rough-hewn features.

Slowly, she raised her lids to meet his lust-filled gaze. How this beautiful stranger was able to make her lose her inhibitions on such a short acquaintance was a mystery to her, but she was lost from the second she laid eyes on him, enslaved when he touched her and absolutely sizzled when he said her name.

How did he know her name?

Zora didn’t have time to process the question before a gruff voice that didn’t belong to her or Logan shattered the moment.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you, Logan?”

Logan lifted his head with an impatient growl, not seeming a bit embarrassed at being caught on the couch with her.

“Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”

Zora was mortified, not only by being caught in a compromising position with a man she didn’t know, but by his nonchalant attitude as if this were something that happened to him all the time. She was almost too embarrassed to turn her head to see who’d intruded on such an intimate scene, but curiosity got the better of her.

Standing in the living room was an equally large man who looked similar to Logan with darker coloring. An equally naked large man. If that weren’t enough, another man entered the cabin, just as nude as the other two.

What the hell had she gotten herself into? Going into panic mode, Zora gathered all the strength in her reserve and gave Logan a hefty push. The element of surprise must have done the trick because he went tumbling to the ground.

Wasting no time, she jumped off the couch and ran out of the room, not bothering to look back to see if she was being chased. Not sure where to go, she took the stairs two at a time and tore down the hallway until she found herself in the room where she’d awakened. Slamming the door behind her, Zora locked and pressed her back against it before sliding to