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wanted to see if she was solid. This morning she’d seemed herself. No more tears or fears. He’d even caught her smirking at the bears’ banter.
But Mason, the dirty dog, had caught him in the corridor and told him Bailey needed him in the spa, that it was urgent. Gash had charged down the hall like something was on fire and his piss could extinguish it, only to find there was no emergency.
None at all. Just his Bailey, bending and contorting in the sexiest ways imaginable. And now he was all up in this window like a puppy in a pet shop looking for a home.
Gash’s swallow was audible as his beauty maneuvered into some sort of standing splits, bringing her curvy leg up to her chest, her toes pointed to the rough wood ceiling of the partially open studio. His jaw went slack as a vision of him pounding into her with her leg held high like that burned into his brain.
Yessssss , his cat hissed.
Bailey twisted gracefully, and caught the back of her heel behind her head, holding it without any effort.
Goddamn it, she was amazing. It was everything he could do not to press his nose up against the window and start drooling. Or worse, march out there and haul her in for a kiss that would send anyone nearby running to hide for fear that they’d be naked in the next minute.
It would be easy to do, get her naked. She was only wearing a loose, flowing shirt that showed enough of her sports bra-contained cleavage to be scandalous, and blue leggings that fit like a second skin. He could obliterate those three objects in a second flat and have her bare to him before she had time to gasp in surprise.
Right before his eyes, she bent so both elbows and forearms were braced against the thin mat that covered the wood floor. With her feet flat on the ground, she scooted forward until her ass was high in the air, making her body look like an upside down V, and giving him yet another idea of how he could fuck her.
Oh, he had to know what this position was called.
Gash adjusted his aching erection so it wasn’t tenting the front of his jeans, and when he looked up, his eyes locked with Bailey’s through the V of her legs.
Shit. Busted.
She didn’t move except to tuck her full bottom lip between her teeth in a sexy bite. Mmmm. Mate was testing him.
Gash threw his shoulders back, jutted his chin in defiance, and kept staring at the delectable body that would be his soon. But she didn’t change form when the others did. It was as if his gaze locked her in position until he gave her permission to move.
Slowly, he let his eyes roam, soaking in every perfect curve, the roundness of her ass, the thickness of her thighs. The way her belly bowed out a bit instead of falling flat. So much softness for him to lose himself in every night. So much soft female for him to… cuddle. Damn it, he was going to be a cuddler. Who knew.
Need mate. Take her now .
Finding her eyes again, he held them as he stalked forward with purpose and pushed through the sliding door. The mates turned to stare at him, but he only cared about one of them at the moment. The one who was frozen, ass up, and practically begging him to yank her flimsy pants down and lick.
Gash stopped as near as he dared, and fisted his hands so he wouldn’t embarrass his sweet mate in front of her friends.
“Let’s go,” he rumbled.
Carefully, Bailey came out of her seductive little pose, straightening to a stand. “How long have you been there?” she asked, breathless.
Gash opened his mouth, but Doc beat him to the punch.
“Oh, about ten minutes. Eyes on you the entire time.” Her satisfied smirk let him know she was on to him.
Bailey’s wide eyes fell to his hips and he inadvertently jerked forward. Like his dick was a puppet on a string and she, the puppeteer.
“Whewy.” Layna waved a hand in front of her face, her expression pinched. “It’s getting all pheromone-y in here. And that’s really saying something since there are only two walls.”
Gash grabbed
But Mason, the dirty dog, had caught him in the corridor and told him Bailey needed him in the spa, that it was urgent. Gash had charged down the hall like something was on fire and his piss could extinguish it, only to find there was no emergency.
None at all. Just his Bailey, bending and contorting in the sexiest ways imaginable. And now he was all up in this window like a puppy in a pet shop looking for a home.
Gash’s swallow was audible as his beauty maneuvered into some sort of standing splits, bringing her curvy leg up to her chest, her toes pointed to the rough wood ceiling of the partially open studio. His jaw went slack as a vision of him pounding into her with her leg held high like that burned into his brain.
Yessssss , his cat hissed.
Bailey twisted gracefully, and caught the back of her heel behind her head, holding it without any effort.
Goddamn it, she was amazing. It was everything he could do not to press his nose up against the window and start drooling. Or worse, march out there and haul her in for a kiss that would send anyone nearby running to hide for fear that they’d be naked in the next minute.
It would be easy to do, get her naked. She was only wearing a loose, flowing shirt that showed enough of her sports bra-contained cleavage to be scandalous, and blue leggings that fit like a second skin. He could obliterate those three objects in a second flat and have her bare to him before she had time to gasp in surprise.
Right before his eyes, she bent so both elbows and forearms were braced against the thin mat that covered the wood floor. With her feet flat on the ground, she scooted forward until her ass was high in the air, making her body look like an upside down V, and giving him yet another idea of how he could fuck her.
Oh, he had to know what this position was called.
Gash adjusted his aching erection so it wasn’t tenting the front of his jeans, and when he looked up, his eyes locked with Bailey’s through the V of her legs.
Shit. Busted.
She didn’t move except to tuck her full bottom lip between her teeth in a sexy bite. Mmmm. Mate was testing him.
Gash threw his shoulders back, jutted his chin in defiance, and kept staring at the delectable body that would be his soon. But she didn’t change form when the others did. It was as if his gaze locked her in position until he gave her permission to move.
Slowly, he let his eyes roam, soaking in every perfect curve, the roundness of her ass, the thickness of her thighs. The way her belly bowed out a bit instead of falling flat. So much softness for him to lose himself in every night. So much soft female for him to… cuddle. Damn it, he was going to be a cuddler. Who knew.
Need mate. Take her now .
Finding her eyes again, he held them as he stalked forward with purpose and pushed through the sliding door. The mates turned to stare at him, but he only cared about one of them at the moment. The one who was frozen, ass up, and practically begging him to yank her flimsy pants down and lick.
Gash stopped as near as he dared, and fisted his hands so he wouldn’t embarrass his sweet mate in front of her friends.
“Let’s go,” he rumbled.
Carefully, Bailey came out of her seductive little pose, straightening to a stand. “How long have you been there?” she asked, breathless.
Gash opened his mouth, but Doc beat him to the punch.
“Oh, about ten minutes. Eyes on you the entire time.” Her satisfied smirk let him know she was on to him.
Bailey’s wide eyes fell to his hips and he inadvertently jerked forward. Like his dick was a puppet on a string and she, the puppeteer.
“Whewy.” Layna waved a hand in front of her face, her expression pinched. “It’s getting all pheromone-y in here. And that’s really saying something since there are only two walls.”
Gash grabbed
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