Jared: Red, Hot, & Blue, Book 4 by Cat Johnson Read Free Book Online Page A

chest before she reached up and grabbed his hair to pull his head closer to hers.
    Her body pressed against his from chest to thigh, and still he couldn’t seem to get close enough to her. He hadn’t been doing too well talking himself out of kissing her anyway, so he gave up.
    With two hands on her silk-covered ass, he lifted her off the ground. She wrapped gloriously bare legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. The position was a vast improvement over when they’d both been standing. Now her crotch pressed nicely against his, but he wanted to move. He wanted his hands free. He needed more of her. His hands on every inch of her skin.
    Blindly, Jared carried her across the room, misjudged the distance and smashed them both into the wooden dresser. She didn’t complain. Neither did he. He couldn’t have said anything if he’d wanted to. He was too busy thrusting his tongue into her hot wet mouth. He imagined what it would be like to plunge inside other hot wet parts of her and his knees went weak.
    With her perched on the edge of the dresser, he ground his pelvis into her. Pushing her short nightgown up to her hips, he found she wore no underwear underneath. That discovery did in what remained of any rational thought.
    He couldn’t catch his breath as he breathed fast and hard—he guessed it was from the combination of anger and sex. He pulled back long enough to reinforce how angry he was. “I’m still mad at you.”
    She glared back, her hands still gripping the fabric of his T-shirt tightly. “Good, because I’m still mad at you.”
    He bent his head again and shoved his tongue roughly into her mouth. She met him with her own, and matched thrust for thrust while pulling his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans.
    He leaned back again and pulled the shirt over his head himself, flinging it to the floor. “If this happens, I’m warning you, I’m too angry to be gentle.”
    “Fine. I didn’t ask you for gentle.” She undid the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. She freed his erection from his briefs with rough hands, as if to prove what she’d just said. Her hand began working him hard.
    “Fine.” He felt for the condom in his pocket. Finding it, he tore it open with his teeth, feeling more animal than man. She stopped stroking him so he could cover himself. Grabbing her hips, he slid her forward and plunged into her warm wetness.
    Jared pounded into her, hard and rough. She was rougher, drawing her nails down his back, leaving what would probably turn into scratches. Mandy bit his shoulder. He marked her neck with his mouth in retaliation.
    He didn’t know how long it lasted. It could have been just a few minutes. It could have been half an hour. Finally, he teetered on the edge and exploded within her. Eyes squeezed shut, he pushed deep into her and enjoyed the final pulses of one very satisfying release.
    Mandy’s hands grabbed his hips and held him close within her. Her breath started to come in small gasps and he felt her start to convulse around him. He held her tighter as she came, trembling in his arms, and all of his anger dissolved right then and there.
    Eyes still closed, Jared felt every pulse of her muscles. He kissed her hair and held her until the shuddering stopped. He’d been too angry and focused on his own pleasure in the beginning to even care about hers, but the moment he felt her come around him, that all changed. He enjoyed every subtle nuance. Each breath. Every tremble.
    Sue Ann had been a real screamer. He’d liked it in the beginning, but it got old quick. And now, after this with Mandy, he had to wonder how much, if any of it, had been genuine with Sue Ann. This with Mandy seemed so honest. So amazing. And what’s more, the woman who seemed to always be in control of herself and everything else, now clung to him like she was drowning and he was her only life preserver.
    It was just one orgasm, but it felt so right, so real, so natural to be sharing it