Promising Peter (Bad Boy Alphas) (Shrew & Company Book 6) by Holley Trent Read Free Book Online Page A

that who would enjoy being asked to play.”
    “But what we’re doing isn’t just play, is it?”
    Her squeezes turned into lazy strokes and her breathing sped.
    “Is it?” he repeated.
    “I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Peter. You’re putting off a lot of mixed signals.”
    If his eyes weren’t goggling, he would have been surprised. “I think I’ve been very clear about what I want. What I said was that I shouldn’t claim you.”
    “And yet here we are. I have my hand on your penis, and I’m not shedding a single tear.”
    “You’ll regret everything tomorrow.”
    “Why do you think that?”
    “Common sense. Good girls tend to regret these things.”
    “You’ve been with many good girls?”
    “I’ve been with practically every kind of girl.”
    She stopped stroking.
    And there we go. He wasn’t going to take back the words. Perhaps he was self-sabotaging in some small way, but the part of him that was man and still somewhat honorable believed he’d needed to tell her. He wasn’t a monk. He and Soren had been on the road for a lot of years, and they’d gotten around. Peter couldn’t count the number of women he’d bedded, but he knew exactly how many of them he’d wanted to keep: zero, until Andrea.
    None of the others had seemed right. While in the past, he may not have been very discriminating about who he’d put his dick into, both halves of his consciousness were very picky about whom he made his mate. Andrea not only smelled right, put off the right kind of energy, and was amazing to look at—assuming he didn’t stress too much about what she had or hadn’t been eating—but the very first time he’d met her, he’d felt something click into place. A mental a-ha moment in which he’d found some piece of him he hadn’t known was missing. She was everything, and he was a bastard.
    He brushed her hand away from his cock and took up the chore of tugging it himself. She settled in to watch, or at least he thought she did. From his angle, he couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or if she were just lying there playing dead until he went away.
    He’d go away soon enough. She would have learned that if she’d kept working her fist over him. Three or four more times, he might have been done.
    Instead of her soft, silken skin, he was enduring rough calluses and inelegant tugs, but they did they did the job.
    Groaning, he released his seed into his fist and held it against his belly. He just needed a moment to recover. There was no euphoria or afterglow. Just sticky cum in his hand, and tingling nuts.
    Andrea sat up swiftly.
    Knew that’d turn her off.
    She removed her tank top and pressed it over his fist. “Here. You’re dripping.”
    “I was going to get up.”
    “Don’t get up. You’re warm.” She snuggled back against him, bracketing her leg where she’d had it before and resting her hand on his belly.
    Bemused and more than a little surprised, he scraped the viscous liquid off his palm and ignored his inner bear’s perturbed monologue about the spill being “such a waste.”
    He wadded up the shirt, set it on the floor beside the sofa, and not knowing what else to do, grabbed one of the afghans from the arm to wrap around them.
    “Mmm,” she said, snuggling beneath the blanket in such a way that her head nearly disappeared.
    He patted her rear and stared up at the stained ceiling. “Uh. Let me know if you get hungry, I guess. There isn’t much else to do here.”
    “Except wait for Bryan to find me and beat down the door.” She giggled.
    Peter ground his teeth. He didn’t think her joke was funny because the probability of Bryan behaving that way was too high. As an alpha, Bryan would have done anything he could have to care for the weaker members of his clan, and Andrea wasn’t just that. She was his only sibling. If he and Tamara didn’t conceive—and there was a strong possibility that would be the case given Tamara’s mutant Shrew status—then the