Boarlander Silverback (Boarlander Bears #3)(48)

“Is that why Harrison kicked me out of the stall? To get your head on straight?”

“Probably.”

Teasingly, she gripped his erection over his jeans and dragged her hand up the length of him. “Only half an hour and we’ll be home.”

Kirk lifted his hips slightly, chasing her touch, and shifted gears to maneuver the winding mountain road. The roar of his Mustang overpowered the rap music on the radio as he shifted again and gunned it on a straightaway. “Too long.”

“I should stop so you don’t drive us off a cliff,” she murmured. She moved to pull away, but he grabbed her hand and pressed it on his dick again, then rolled against her palm with a soft, huffed breath.

Kirk’s hair was flipped over to the opposite side of his face, giving her access to drink in all of him, from his glowing eyes to the slight frown of intensity that furrowed his dark eyebrows. Thick neck, defined pecs, and his arm flexed as he gripped the wheel tighter. His abs were perfect mounds of muscle, rippling as he pushed against her hand again. Big, powerful legs pressed against his hole-riddled blue jeans and damn, Kirk was the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on.

Alison unfastened his jeans and pushed them down far enough to release his rigid shaft with its swollen head and silky skin. As she drew a light touch up his long, thick length, his dick throbbed, and a drop of creamy moisture appeared on the tip. She loved how ready he was for her all the time. How affected he was by her touch and by the way she looked. Sexual heat like this hadn’t existed before he’d come into her life.

If she was unsure of what he wanted before, that question was laid to rest the second he wrapped his fingers gently in the back of her hair and pulled her face toward his lap. Good mate, telling her what he wanted. With a private smile, she gripped him and slid her lips over his cock. He tensed under her and let off the sexiest groan, deep in his throat. Alison eased off, then took him in her mouth again. His fingers tightened in her hair, but he didn’t push. She could taste his delicious saltiness and reveled in the fact she could draw this reaction out of a man like Kirk. Powerful, masculine, growly gorilla shifter, and he wasn’t even complaining at the slow pace she set with her mouth.

His body tensed and relaxed with each stroke of her lips and tongue, and now the car was slowing. Downshift, hard right turn, and the road turned uneven.

She was so wet now, so revved up because of those sexy noises her mate was making over the blare of the radio. When Alison slid her hand down her belly and into the front of her jeans, Kirk slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop. He threw it into park and leaned his seat back, then pulled her onto his lap until she straddled him.

“Want to see you touch yourself,” he said in a gravelly voice, his glowing gold eyes riveted between her legs.

Alison arched her back as he unzipped the front of her jeans. With a soft gasp, she slid her hand into her panties and pushed her finger inside of her. She rolled her hips, barely touching Kirk’s dick with the movement.

He gripped her thighs hard and spread his knees wider.

She let off a soft moan, grabbed the back of his neck with her free hand, and pushed her finger into herself again.

The growl in Kirk’s throat was constant now. So sexy. Feral. My mate.

The door opened, and Kirk had them out of his car in an instant. It was all she could do to hold onto him as he rushed them out onto a dirt road in front of his car. The radio was still blaring, and the headlights lit up the woods around them. Kirk laid her down on her back and stripped her jeans off, his movements jerky and desperate. He tucked the loose fabric under her butt, and she spread her legs wide for him, feeling drunk on his touch.

He lifted slightly on his knees and slid his thick shaft into her. As he eased out, he rolled his eyes closed and gritted out a relieved sound.

Alison raked her nails down his chest as he locked his arms on either side of her head. Every muscle of his beautiful body was flexed and cast in soft shadows while the headlights illuminated his striking, powerful shoulders over her.

Kirk shoved her shirt upward and lowered himself onto her belly, kissed her hard, rammed his tongue into her mouth as he pushed into her again, stretching her with his girth. His hard body felt amazing against her as he moved in smooth, commanding thrusts.

Alison was gone. Each of her breaths brought a needy sound that got louder with every stroke into her, and the volume of the growl in Kirk’s throat matched until he threw his head back, yelled out as he slammed into her harder.

The light of his car was blinding now, and the stars above were too bright to look at. Closing her eyes tightly, she bowed against the earth, meeting him blow for blow until the first drum of her orgasm shattered her. Her release intensified, and she screamed out his name.

With a feral-sounding growl, Kirk pulled out of her and took himself in hand. He gripped his dick and lifted above her. She couldn’t take her eyes away from his graceful movement as he pulled stroke after stroke. Her orgasm pulsed on between her legs. He was letting her watch! Kirk locked an arm near her cheek and leaned forward. And as his stomach tightened, the first warm shot of his release splashed onto her belly, followed by another and another. His hips jerked, his eyes locked on hers. As he emptied himself completely, he ground out, “Mine.”

Oh, there was her wild man. Her wild mate. There was the possessive shifter side that sat just under the surface, marking his territory. She was his. Maybe she had been from the moment they’d seen each other.