Protector: Doms of Mountain Bend Book 1 by BJ Wane (reading books for 7 year olds .txt) 📗

reached out and opened the passenger door to his cruiser and lifted her inside. “Stay put while I check the house. Lock the fucking door and don’t get out until I return.”

Shawn’s familiar, deep, commanding voice penetrated her shocked senses enough for her to give him a shaky nod. He backed out, the slam of the door rocking the cruiser and galvanizing her into action. Lisa hit the locks, her eyes never leaving his broad back as he sprinted inside the house. What seemed like hours was only minutes later when a vehicle roared down the street behind her, taking the corner with a loud screech that cut through the rolling thunder. She kept her eyes glued to the open front door, waiting for Shawn to reappear. When he didn’t return fast enough to suit her frazzled nerves, her mind went down the scariest path of the night.

He’s hurt, all because of me. Oh God, what if he’s dying, or dead?

She could no more refrain from trying to help him than she could control the weather. Welcoming a return of grim resolve, she pushed the door open against the wind and rain, not bothering to shut it again in her haste to get to Shawn. Fearing the worst sent adrenaline pumping through her blood as she ran inside only to come up against the brick wall of his powerful chest.

“God damn it, I told you to stay put.” He clasped her arms, trying to disengage her choking hold.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Lisa chanted over and over, refusing to let go as a combination of profound relief and blazing lust changed her body temperature from freezing cold shivers to instant flaming heat. “I thought…are you hurt…I…” She choked, desperate to feel something other than the sheer black fright of the past hour.

“Lisa, everything’s fine. He’s gone. You’re safe.”

She shook her head against his damp shirt. It’s not fine because I’ll never be safe. He wants me dead. He could have hurt Shawn, or worse…oh God. Frantic now for a diversion from imagining him dead and to take what she’d wanted from first setting eyes on the man her childhood rescuer had become, she slid down to her knees. The brief flash of lightning outside the window behind her helped her find his belt buckle before the room went dark again.

“Lisa, no, not like this.” His hands dropped to her shoulders, the warmth of his palms seeping through her damp shirt. “You’re acting on fear…shit!”

She smiled as his hot, heavy cock fell into her hands, the tense anxiety of the last hour already starting to fall away. “I’m acting on pure want, Master Shawn,” she whispered against his smooth crown.

“Damn it, we need to…” He sucked in a tortured breath, and she swept her tongue over his seeping slit. “Fuck…”

“Yes, exactly what I want to do, but not yet.” His scent and taste filled Lisa’s senses as she swept under the rim of his cock head, teasing the sensitive area then sliding her way down his throbbing shaft.

“Fine,” Shawn ground out, his hands lifting from her shoulders to cup her head. Lisa shuddered as he held her still and took over, grateful for his insight about what she really needed right now. His dominant control. “If you regret this, I’ll spank your ass until you can’t sit down for a week.”

If that threat was supposed to give her pause, it failed. The frenzied storm inside her matched the intensity of the one raging outside, and she welcomed the heat of his hard flesh in her mouth wiping away the last tremors of fear. Tightening her hand at the base of his cock, she reached behind him with her free hand and gripped one taut butt cheek, loving the way he held her head immobile and took over by fucking her mouth.

“That’s it, Lisa, suck hard, yes, like that…come on now, take a little more.”

His guttural tone vibrated above her head, his cock jerking as she accepted another inch and swirled her tongue around his rigid girth, tracing over the bulging, pulsing veins. She moaned around him, and he swore. She scraped her teeth as he pulled back, and he swore. She released her hold on his cock to cup his balls and press his scrotum, and he swore. Lisa locked her lips around his silky cap to keep him from pulling out of her mouth completely, but failed, and she swore.

“Why did you… Oh!” she gasped as he grabbed her arms, hauled her up, and pressed her against the wall.

“We’re going to have a long overdue talk come morning. Brace yourself.”

Shawn ripped off her top and yanked her bra open, his aggression sending a wild, primitive longing sweeping through Lisa’s senses. Her torso was still damp and cold until he put his hands over her breasts, kneading and squeezing before rotating his rough palms over her nipples.

“Yes, sir.” She arched into his hands, perspiration pooling on her lower back as slick heat filled her pussy.

Mindless with need, she reached down and undid her jeans with one hand while searching for his straining erection with the other. There was something both intimate and carnal about groping in the dark with only an occasional lightning bolt to provide a shadowy glimpse of his dark face. His breath was hot and heavy against her neck then on her breast as he clamped his mouth around her right nipple.

With a sharp nip that went straight to her empty sheath, he shoved her hands aside and helped free one leg from her jeans. “Lucky for you, I have a condom with me,” he rasped, pulling it out of his back pocket and slapping it into her hand.

“Just one?”

His low laugh rumbled from his chest against hers as she ripped it open then worked the thin latex over his cock.

“Now, Shawn, please,” she begged