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Authors: T. S. Joyce
Tags: Fiction, adventure, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, Danger, Erotic, Royalty, Shifter, Betrayal, father, next generation, Mate, Gorilla, Community, Dangerous Leader, Guarded, Family Group, Lowlander Crew, Allies, Risking Life, Rejection, Distance, Protection
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in this. Lost in the flood of longing to be in his arms, feeling safe like she had last night. She gave no fucks about that contract he’d been beaten and threatened into signing. And she definitely didn’t care about tainting his seed. Kong was hers. Meant for her, fitting perfectly here up against her.
She brushed her tongue against his, and a soft rumble rattled up his chest, sending delicious shivers up her spine. This kiss wasn’t the sweet first kiss they’d shared last night. This one was primal and full of need because she might never see him again. Might never talk to him again. Out there, in the real world, there was a cinder block wall in between them, but here, in the dark tint of his car, they were okay. She could touch him, smell him, love him, and no one would know. No one could hurt them here.
She ripped off his sunglasses and ran her hands under the thin fabric of his shirt just to feel the hard ridges of his abs again. His hands were getting rougher by the instant as he shoved his fingers up the back of her shirt and unsnapped her bra. She gasped as his warm hand slid up her stomach and cupped her breast hard.
Kong’s touch gentled immediately, and he dragged his palm out from under her shirt. He stared at his hand with a baffled expression, as if he didn’t know how they’d gotten this far. He exhaled a shaky breath, shook his head hard and murmured, “I think I’d better go.”
Layla’s blood was on fire and her breathing erratic. “Three strokes, Kong.”
His blazing green eyes lifted to her. “What?”
“You could’ve had me in three strokes.” She shoved open the door and fumbled with the shoulder strap of her satchel. “I want to burn that fucking contract, just so you know.” She yanked the bag of Mac’s breakfast out of the seat. “I finally found a man I want, who I feel safe with, and I can’t even kiss him without feeling guilty, and over what? Because I’m tainting you for other women? It’s not fair.” Okay, her voice was a little shrill, and she was rushing her words, but dang it all, after all these years, she was finally with Kong, and it was like hot and cold water being dumped on her head over and over. “And furthermore,” she growled, leaning into the car, “when I think about you with those other woman you are about to start serial fucking, I want to punch everything. You don’t belong with them! They aren’t your destiny, Kong. I am.” She slammed the door and stomped off toward the back entrance of Tender Care without looking back. Oh, she wanted to, but she wouldn’t. She was out of this game.
It wasn’t until she got through the doors that she remembered her bra was a-danglin’ so she bolted for a three-foot crevice between a vending machine and a wall to fix herself.
Utterly frustrated, she took a deep breath, counted to ten, and straightened her spine. Then she walked down the echoing, sterile hallway to meet the one person in her life who’d never let her down.
Chapter Six
“Dammit,” Kong muttered as he watched Layla disappear through the sliding glass doors of Tender Care. “What am I doing?”
Putting her at risk and still pissing her off, and why couldn’t he just leave her alone? He’d seen her walking down the main drag of Saratoga and pulled into the gas station without a second thought in his head other than I have to see her again . And not just see her, but talk to her and touch her, because when he was close to Layla, he felt a little less lost.
He hit the gas and pulled out of the parking lot, then sped through town to the sawmill. Kirk and Rhett were waiting in the office the second he got in.
“What took so long?” Rhett asked, blue eyes icy as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“None of your fucking business.” Because Kong wasn’t a liar, and he sure as shit didn’t feel the need to explain every second of his life to his handlers.
“You need another lesson in ditching us?”
“It was a gas station,
She brushed her tongue against his, and a soft rumble rattled up his chest, sending delicious shivers up her spine. This kiss wasn’t the sweet first kiss they’d shared last night. This one was primal and full of need because she might never see him again. Might never talk to him again. Out there, in the real world, there was a cinder block wall in between them, but here, in the dark tint of his car, they were okay. She could touch him, smell him, love him, and no one would know. No one could hurt them here.
She ripped off his sunglasses and ran her hands under the thin fabric of his shirt just to feel the hard ridges of his abs again. His hands were getting rougher by the instant as he shoved his fingers up the back of her shirt and unsnapped her bra. She gasped as his warm hand slid up her stomach and cupped her breast hard.
Kong’s touch gentled immediately, and he dragged his palm out from under her shirt. He stared at his hand with a baffled expression, as if he didn’t know how they’d gotten this far. He exhaled a shaky breath, shook his head hard and murmured, “I think I’d better go.”
Layla’s blood was on fire and her breathing erratic. “Three strokes, Kong.”
His blazing green eyes lifted to her. “What?”
“You could’ve had me in three strokes.” She shoved open the door and fumbled with the shoulder strap of her satchel. “I want to burn that fucking contract, just so you know.” She yanked the bag of Mac’s breakfast out of the seat. “I finally found a man I want, who I feel safe with, and I can’t even kiss him without feeling guilty, and over what? Because I’m tainting you for other women? It’s not fair.” Okay, her voice was a little shrill, and she was rushing her words, but dang it all, after all these years, she was finally with Kong, and it was like hot and cold water being dumped on her head over and over. “And furthermore,” she growled, leaning into the car, “when I think about you with those other woman you are about to start serial fucking, I want to punch everything. You don’t belong with them! They aren’t your destiny, Kong. I am.” She slammed the door and stomped off toward the back entrance of Tender Care without looking back. Oh, she wanted to, but she wouldn’t. She was out of this game.
It wasn’t until she got through the doors that she remembered her bra was a-danglin’ so she bolted for a three-foot crevice between a vending machine and a wall to fix herself.
Utterly frustrated, she took a deep breath, counted to ten, and straightened her spine. Then she walked down the echoing, sterile hallway to meet the one person in her life who’d never let her down.
Chapter Six
“Dammit,” Kong muttered as he watched Layla disappear through the sliding glass doors of Tender Care. “What am I doing?”
Putting her at risk and still pissing her off, and why couldn’t he just leave her alone? He’d seen her walking down the main drag of Saratoga and pulled into the gas station without a second thought in his head other than I have to see her again . And not just see her, but talk to her and touch her, because when he was close to Layla, he felt a little less lost.
He hit the gas and pulled out of the parking lot, then sped through town to the sawmill. Kirk and Rhett were waiting in the office the second he got in.
“What took so long?” Rhett asked, blue eyes icy as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“None of your fucking business.” Because Kong wasn’t a liar, and he sure as shit didn’t feel the need to explain every second of his life to his handlers.
“You need another lesson in ditching us?”
“It was a gas station,
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