Her Grizzly Outlaw by Jenika Snow Read Free Book Online Page B

had tarnished their friendship and put this fucking huge wall
between them, but he had always promised himself he’d make things right. And
here he was, making things worse again because he couldn’t stop himself from
wanting her.
    He
set his beer down on the counter, grabbed her now empty one and set it aside as
well. Then he placed his hands on the granite on either side of her body, and
leaned in. Without thinking about anything else, because right now the scent,
sight, and feel of her consumed his senses, Lucas closed his eyes and inhaled
deeply. She licked her lips, her breath stalling, and he leaned in further and
stroked her tongue with his before she could retreat from him again.
    He
spun her around just as she gasped out in surprise. With her ass now pressed to
his groin, he placed his hands back on the counter, and ran his tongue along
her nape.
    “Lucas,
we shouldn’t,” she said, but there was this hitch in her voice, and he knew
that she wanted this really fucking badly.
    “Do
you really want me to stop, Tarren ?” he whispered
against her ear, hearing the growl from his bear coming through.
    “No,”
she breathed out, and a soft moan slipped from her when he smoothed his hands
over her hips, and curled his nails into her flesh.  
    “Don’t
move.” His voice was hard and demanding. He was staring at her ass, running his
hands up and down her bottom, and trying not to tear the thin cotton away from
her. Her pants were fucking skin tight, showing off her big, juicy ass and her
thick thighs. “Shit, Tarren , what in the hell are you
wearing?” Yeah, he had seen her walking out of the college with her thighs
looking so damn delicious, but up until now he hadn’t gotten a good look at the
way they made her ass look.
    “Pants,”
she breathed out, and without thinking he brought his hand back and spanked her
ass cheek. The big globe shook slightly, and he groaned out. Grabbing a chunk
of her ass cheek and making a low sound at the thickness of it, he pressed his
dick forward, right up against her bottom. Although he wore jeans, his cock
pressed right into the crease of her bottom.
    “They
look fucking painted on, Tarren .”
    She
looked over her shoulder, her eyes slightly lowered, her cheeks red, and her
breathing fast. “Is that a problem?”
    “Fuck
no.” He grabbed the other cheek of her ass, gave both globes a firm shake now,
and ground his dick into her even harder. “Although I don’t want to stop, I
want to make sure you’re good with this, Tarren .” He
smoothed his hand up her back, pushed her long blonde hair over her shoulder,
and leaned in to lick and kiss at the nape of her neck again.
    “I
shouldn’t want this, should stop it, too,” she breathed out, and he leaned back
just enough to see her eyes closing. “But I’m not about to tell you to stop.”
    Yeah,
this wasn’t going to help get their friendship back to the way it was, but then
again for the last twelve months it had been kind of awkward. Anytime they had
seen each other it had been strained hellos and weird little waves. Even a year
later that shit hadn’t been smoothed over, and he didn’t think it ever would.
But right here and now they could have this moment together, and he hoped she
wouldn’t think about what a total fuck-up he was.
    He
unbuckled his belt, undid his button, and pulled his zipper down. And then he
pushed his jeans to his ankles, palmed his cock through his boxer briefs, and
stared at her ass again. God, what an ass it was. “I’ve been thinking about you
so damn much, knowing that I am not good enough for you, and that you deserve a
male that isn’t on runs for the club, and isn’t trying to make his way in his
father’s footsteps.” He wanted her, it wasn’t even a question, but that didn’t
erase the fact he wanted her to have a male that wasn’t bad all the way
through.
    He
growled low and grabbed the long strands of her hair, twisted the locks in his
hand, pulled her head back