Keeper of the Alphas - Complete by Morgan Rae Read Free Book Online Page B

bobbing, sensitive cock.
    She had some clever line on the tip of her tongue, something about the Tipping Point, but her brain was far too jumbled to string anything together. So she climbed on top of him instead, straddling him. “What did I say about talking?” she said.
    The smart boy put two and two together and reached over the side of his bed into a plastic drawer. He tugged a condom free of its wrapper and reached down to slide it over himself.
    Cami was notoriously uncomfortable in this position, all cowgirl with her tummy on full display, but Jayce didn’t bat an eye. She felt like she knew him better. But did she? She knew a fifteen-year-old boy who was on constant guard to protect her from bullies and the like. What if he’d grown up to become a bully himself, just like the rest of them?
    Any doubt scattered when she felt his fingers draw her folds aside and the head of his cock eased inside of her. As though he could read her mind, he smiled and said, “What if I tell you you’re beautiful?”
    “Liar.”
    His eyes held hers. “Not to you.” He knew the right things to say. He was good at this game. She took him fully inside her and gasped, impaled by a bolt of pleasure.
    He groaned audibly underneath her—like her, he was a noisy fuck, and she pitied his neighbors. Only a little. They’d survive.
    She rode him in lazy strides. Her head bowed, and her breath came in small gasps as she found a comfortable pace on top of him. It satisfied an itch deep inside of her and she undulated against him, taking in everything he had to offer. Her nipples pebbled and her nails dug into his chest.
    Jayce kicked his pants off his ankles and flipped the two of them over, tossing her onto the mattress. She squeaked with surprise and a moan caught in her throat as he moved against her in waves, his hips picking up the pace and meeting hers.
    She wanted to close her eyes, focus on the pleasure building inside of her, and block the rest of the world out, but she couldn’t. Instead, she was transfixed on Jayce, hanging over her, his dirty blond hair framing his face. Jayce. This boy she’d felt so safe around. To whom she’d spilled her secrets and young angst. The last person she’d ever felt real around.
    There was a fire coiling in her abdomen, threatening to consume her completely. She flushed and moaned, overtaken with this boy, this town, and her need to cum. She felt volatile, feverish, as the fire curled through her veins and added a light sheen of sweat to her body. Jayce seemed to sense it because he stopped suddenly, panting, and then said, “Are you okay?”
    “Please,” she begged, “please don’t stop.” That was all he needed. He picked up the pace, thudding against her in nice, hard thrusts and she felt her skin shimmer. She was reaching it, her peak, and she grabbed his pillow above her head, arched her back, and cried out.
    Her orgasm thudded inside her in time with her heartbeat and Jayce eased her down from it, slowing his thrusts. She heard him groan, but he didn’t stop until her throbbing had ceased to low, butterfly pulses. Only then did he pull out and came (politely) in his hand rather than on her stomach.
    He collapsed on top of her and they panted together. “You’re so hot,” he finally came out with, breathlessly.
    She slipped her fingers into his thick hair. “I like being an adult with you,” she said.
    That got a genuine laugh from him. “Yeah,” he said. “I like being an adult with you too.”
     
    She didn’t remember falling asleep again, but the combination of alcohol and physical exhaustion must have hit Cami hard because here she was, blinking tiredly in Jayce’s bed. Comfortable here. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept without nightmares. Yet she still thought about slipping out of bed and quietly bolting. It would be quite a task in the trailer park, but everything in Tyburn was within fifteen minutes of everything else . She could call a cab,