Boarlander Silverback (Boarlander Bears #3)(39)

The pressure built fast—much faster than she’d expected at this pace. With every stroke he pressed into her, the tingling sensation deep in her belly increased until she had to close her eyes against the intense pleasure.

“No,” he murmured, brushing the pad of his thumb across her cheek. “Look at me.”

Feeling vulnerable wasn’t so scary with Kirk. With a gasp on her lips, she rocked forward again and opened her eyes. She’d never seen adoration on a man’s face before, but it was here in Kirk’s gaze.

He gritted his teeth and blew out a breath, his body going hard as a rock every time he buried himself completely inside of her. “Ally,” he gritted out.

“Me, too.” Orgasm blasted through her, and she bowed against him, crying out his name.

He arched his neck back against the pillow and groaned as his cock throbbed inside of her. Heat shot into her over and over, matching her own release, but he never left the moment. Never closed his eyes, never let her go, never left her alone. He stayed there with her for every beautiful sensation. Every pounding aftershock.

And when he’d drawn every last one from her, he settled her onto the mattress beside him, pulled the comforter up to their shoulders and stared at her as if he couldn’t believe she’d picked him. Cupping her neck, and brushing his thumb across her cheek, Kirk kissed her. Time passed with no meaning as he sipped at her lips, and she fell even harder. Nothing had ever felt like this—like another person was touching her soul.

“Ally?” Kirk asked.

She eased back and pushed his hair off his cheekbone so she could better see his darkening eyes. “Yeah?”

He swallowed hard and searched her face like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “I see you.”

And for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like a ghost anymore.





Chapter Sixteen


Kirk hesitated on Bash’s front porch, hand lifted to knock against his newly painted red door. If he did this, it was the first step to breaking away from the Lowlanders.

Kong would fight to keep him.

But if he left now, he was saying goodbye to what he had up here in Boarland Mobile Park. He would have to move farther away from Ally, and leaving her alone and unprotected felt like more than his animal could handle. If he was completely honest with himself, his moodiness lately had been the direct result of thinking he would have to go back to Saratoga to continue his half-life.

Ally made him want more.

He needed to stop spiraling, and to do that, he had to make a decision and escape being stranded in the middle of two crews. Mason would likely leave the Boarlanders soon and go back to his life assisting Damon, but with every day that passed, Kirk felt more like this shitty old trailer park was home. It wasn’t just Ally keeping him here either. Over the past week since they’d claimed each other, she’d cracked his heart wide open, and somewhere along the way, when he wasn’t paying attention, the crew had snuck in there, too. Even f*ckface Clinton.

Kirk ran his hand over his short beard, then rapped his knuckles loudly against the door.

Bash threw open the door, a big grin on his face. Kirk mirrored his smile. He couldn’t help it. Bash’s perpetual happiness was infectious.

“Hey, man,” Kirk said.

“Second best friend.” Bash wrapped him up in a back-cracking hug and clapped him on the shoulder blade hard enough to knock the wind from his lungs. The rough and tumble bear nearly killed with his affection, but with his mate, Emerson, Bash was gentle as a lamb. Kirk had always known he would be good at this mate thing.

“Emerson is in town with Audrey. You want a beer? Pizza rolls? I have a shit ton of boxed wine that my lady can’t drink on account of the baby in her tummy.” Bash grinned real big. “My baby.” He was bragging, but Kirk let him. Bash had wanted a family for so long, and Kirk was damn happy for him.

Kirk lifted the envelope in his hand. “I actually wanted to have a meeting with you and Harrison. A business type meeting.”

“Sounds like smart shit. Okay.” Bash puffed out his chest and said in a formal voice, “Let’s talk in my office.”

Kirk snickered as he followed the giant shifter across the living room. They both ducked under the door frame of Bash’s office, and he gestured to a futon covered in swirly, girly throw pillows. Emerson must’ve made this place her workspace for when she wrote pro-shifter articles for the Saratoga Hometown News. Kirk huffed a private laugh at how much she’d come in and improved Bash’s life. He had the nicest trailer in the park now, thanks to his urge to make a good home for Emerson.

Kirk sank into the thick cushion as Bash settled onto a rolling chair in front of his computer.

“So, you know I’m supposed to go back to the Lowlanders next week.”

Bash’s face fell, and his gaze dipped to Kirk’s work boots. “I don’t like talking about that.”

“Why not?” Kirk asked.

“Because it means you won’t be here no more. You won’t be here to yell at Clinton with me or see the fire pit we’re building in a couple weeks. I won’t hear your car rumblin’ down the trailer park anymore, and you won’t be here when Emerson has my cub. You won’t be here for me.”

Kirk swallowed a few times before he answered so Bash wouldn’t see how affected he was. Finally he admitted, “I guess I wanted to talk to you before Harrison came over because I wanted to thank you.”