Her Shelter (Angels Halo MC Next Gen Book 6) by Terri Browning (best ebook reader for laptop .txt) 📗

Groaning, I had enough sense to flip the locks before I carried her over to the couch and dropped down with her in my lap, never once breaking our heated kiss. Her soft hands pushed my cut off my shoulders and then started on the buttons of my work shirt.

Knowing where this was going, I ended the kiss, but she only attached her mouth to my neck, sucking on my pulse and driving me out of my fucking mind. My hands bit into her sweet ass, knowing I needed to stop this. She hadn’t complained once about being in pain, not by so much as a grimace since Saturday evening. But even though my cock was constantly steel-hard just thinking about her, I’d fought the need to take her again and again all weekend.

The memory of how much blood there had been after we’d made love that first time, how red and torn she’d been when I’d cleaned her up, made it easier. I’d lost control and hurt her once, and I’d be damned if I would do it a second time.

Delaney got my shirt half unbuttoned before she gave a frustrated cry and attached her mouth to my left pec.

Breathing hard, I caught the back of her head and made myself lift her head. “Be honest with me,” I signed, my cock pulsing against her pussy through the confines of my boxers, jeans, and her panties. I was only just realizing she was in nothing but one of my T-shirts and a pair of bikini briefs. “Are you hurting?”

She shook her head vehemently, raking her nails down my chest, trying her best to distract me. When one of her nails scratched over a nipple, I had to lock my jaw in an attempt to keep from fucking her then and there.

“I mean it, treasure. I want to know if you feel even a little discomfort.”

Again, I got a shake of her head in response.

Seeing that I meant business, she stood and pushed her panties over her hips. Straightening, she took my left hand in hers and then guided it to her pussy. When she pressed two of my fingers inside her, we both released tortured groans. She was soaked and so fucking tight, I nearly exploded in my boxer briefs.

And as I slowly stroked my fingers in and out of her, she didn’t flinch or whine in pain. She closed her eyes, her head falling back on her shoulders as she whispered my name. I eased a little deeper, trying to feel if there was anything torn, but I felt nothing that would tell me I might hurt her when I took her this time.

Cursing because I was so damn weak, I grabbed her hips and dropped onto my back, pulling her over my face as I lay down. Her little cries were pure torture as I ate her dripping pussy until she was trembling against my face.

Holding her steady with one hand, I unfastened my belt and quickly freed my cock from its confines before lifting her off my mouth and positioning her over the tip.

But before I could thrust up into her molten sweetness, I remembered the need for protection.

“Sonofabitch,” I bellowed. If I kept this shit up, my treasure was going to make me a daddy before either of us was ready. It wasn’t that I didn’t want kids. Hell, I’d give her as many as she asked for. But I wanted some time with just her and me for a good bit before we started making babies.

I rolled us so she was under me and then jumped to my feet. “Be right back,” I signed before running into the bedroom to grab two condoms out of the closet. I’d never brought anyone back to the apartment when I would hook up in the past, so I didn’t keep them in the bedside drawer.

I tore one open and started sheathing my cock before I even got back to the couch. She lay there, watching me with a sexy little smile teasing at her lips while her eyes stayed glued to what my hands were doing.

Sliding between her legs again, I lifted one and bent it back toward her chest as I thrust deep into her tight haven.

“Sweet Jesus,” I groaned. She was just as tight as she had been the first time, but there was no resistance now. Her walls clenched around me, already milking me toward a powerful explosion. Rolling my hips back, I began thrusting in and out of her.

“Max!” she screamed my name, revving me up higher and higher. “Please.”

Licking my thumb, I pushed my hand between us and rubbed her hard clit in tight little circles, causing her to whimper beneath me. A half-dozen more pumps of my hips and she detonated, taking me with her.

Out of breath, I dropped down onto her, kissing every inch of her face.

When I lifted off her, the first thing I asked was if she was okay.

She gave me a sleepy smile. “Perfect,” she mumbled, her lashes already lowering.

While she slept, I got rid of the condom and then came back to take care of her. Carrying her to our bed, I tucked her in before taking a shower. She was still sleeping when I walked back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my hips. It was getting late, and I still needed to feed her dinner.

In the kitchen, I looked through the pantry for something that might tempt her, but all I found were some packs of ramen and a few cans of beef stew. Shaking my head at how pathetic the cabinets were stocked, I called in an order to Aggie’s and got ready to pick it up. Mom and Aunt Flick had been on me about them bringing over food, but I’d kept putting them off, saying I was too busy.

Half an hour later, I walked into Aggie’s, only to find my sister standing at the counter with Finn