Defending Zara (Mountain Mercenaries #6)(79)

“Okay?” he asked.

Zara nodded.

She had no idea how long Meat slowly and tenderly made love to her, letting her get used to his body, before she began to get . . . antsy.

“What do you need, Zar? Never be afraid to tell me anything.”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I just . . . it feels good, but it’s not enough.”

Meat’s hand went under her and lifted one of her butt cheeks. The movement made his thrusts go just a little deeper, and she cried out. She looked down and saw his cock was shiny with her juices as he continued to make love to her.

Not able to stop herself, she reached down and caressed the part of him that wasn’t inside her.

He moaned loudly.

Feeling braver, she moved her hand until she was cupping his balls. They swayed each time he pushed inside her body, and his head went back, and he groaned as she caressed him. Zara liked that she could affect him in the same way he did her.

Before she knew what he was up to, his hand dropped from her ass and came around to where they were joined. He flicked her clit—and she jumped.

“Still sensitive, huh?” he asked.

Zara nodded.

“All right, then I have a feeling this is gonna get intense really quick. Hang on.”

Before she could ask what he meant, Meat began to strum her clit much as he had earlier. It felt just as good, but so different with his hard cock inside her. Her muscles clenched down, and they both moaned.

“Fuck, Zara . . . you’re so tight. That’s it, let go. Come all over my cock, let me feel it.”

She was only vaguely aware of his dirty talk, more concerned about chasing the intense sensations of an impending orgasm. Her body began to shake once more, and she heard Meat say “most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” before losing all track of what was going on around her.

She flew over the edge in another intense orgasm. Meat’s easy, lazy thrusts changed, becoming more powerful and fast, and it wasn’t long before he pushed inside of her as far as he could go and held still as he groaned long and low.

Then he practically collapsed, immediately turning them so she was lying on top of him. They were still connected, and Zara would swear she could feel his heartbeat through his cock deep inside of her. She was sweaty, and wetness coated her inner thighs and between her legs, but she didn’t care. Meat was surprisingly comfortable, and she had no problem laying her head on his shoulder and snuggling into him.

She felt him slip out of her body and whimpered, but still didn’t move.

“Zar?”

“Mmmm?”

“You okay?”

“Mmmm-hmmm.”

She felt more than heard him chuckle. “Let me guess, you’re gonna want to use me as a mattress from here on out, aren’t you?”

“You mind?” she asked.

“Hell no,” he said without hesitation as his arms came around her. They lay together in the middle of the afternoon, naked as the day they were born, and neither seemed uncomfortable.

“You’re mine,” Meat whispered after a few minutes had gone by. His hand was lazily tracing the line of her spine up and down, and Zara had almost been asleep.

She didn’t have the energy to complain about his over-the-top alpha declaration, or to agree. So she simply turned her head a fraction of an inch, kissed the warm skin of his chest, then immediately fell asleep.



“You know the plan, right?” the man asked his companion.

“Yes. We’ve only gone over it a hundred times, you don’t have to keep reminding me.”

“Good. Soon we’ll be sitting pretty in Mexico, smokin’ all the dope we want without having to worry about the police, your parents, or anyone else interfering.”

“It’s pissing me off that I’m living in this fucking cheap-ass place while she has all the money in the world. She’s not even spending it! I heard she set up some scholarship for the brat one of those bitches just had. A baby. Who won’t even touch the money for years! She’s so stupid.”

“Speaking of which, how’d she get so tight with them all out of the blue? I thought she didn’t have any friends, just sat in that asshole’s house all the time?”

“I don’t know, but that pisses me off too.”

The man smirked. “Sounds like someone’s a little grumpy.”

“Fuck you. Maybe if you’d gotten more than a fucking gram to smoke, I wouldn’t be in such a bad mood.”

“Eh . . . soon we’ll be swimming in the stuff.”

“This better work.”

“It will,” the man said. “We’ve got it all planned out. She’s too stupid to go to the cops . . . and when we tell her what’ll happen if she does, she’ll be even more willing to do exactly what we want.”

His partner nodded. “You hear she decided to hold a press conference, after all, to tell her sob story to the world?”

“Yup. But it doesn’t matter what bleeding-heart story she tells, we stick to the plan.”

“Yeah, right.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Nothing. Just that I think you’re right.”

“You better not be double-crossing me.”

“I’m not. I’m with you all the way to the bank.”