Untwisted by Cari Quinn, Taryn Elliott Read Free Book Online

everything, closing him in, enveloping him in heat and light and pleasure. So much pleasure that he couldn’t see his way through it to make sure she was there with him too.
    Her nails scraped down his back, adding a wicked thrill to the pressure building at the base of his spine. He was already on the verge, a few thrusts away. Sweat blurred into his eyes and he dropped his head, running open-mouthed kisses down her throat. She clenched around him and arched upward, sinking her teeth into his shoulder as the first ripples of her orgasm traveled down his cock. Thank Jesus.
    He slid his hand down her hip and between her legs, finding her clit with a speed and accuracy that belied his complete lack of awareness of anything but her spasming pussy. That had become his entire world. Circling his fingers around her clit and her piercing, he found a rhythm that carried her through her initial climax into a second. He pulled back and launched deep, so freaking deep. Forget stars. He saw comets and solar flares. His vision swam, contracting until her flushed cheeks and parted lips and lust-drunk eyes were all he could see.
    Trapped within them, he braced a hand on the mattress and pushed into her again and again, letting the undertow of her endless orgasm drag him under.

CHAPTER THREE

    Jazz rolled over and glared at the alarm clock. Ten a.m. already? How could that be possible?
    She shifted her legs and smiled at the delicious soreness between them. Oh yeah. So that was why.
    The first time the night before had been quick and unexpected, like heat lightning. Then Gray had shifted into his usual mode, which typically meant a long session between her legs with his mouth before he finished her off with his cock. Was it possible to sprain your tongue? If so, he better be careful, because holy shit.
    Her smile grew as she soundlessly swung her legs over the side of the bed and glanced over her shoulder to where he was sprawled on his belly, his face smushed into the pillow. She nearly leaned forward to kiss the smattering of freckles just below his shoulder blade before she caught herself. He needed to sleep too.
    Whoa, did he ever after the night they’d put in.
    Feeling more than a little smug and a lot happy, she padded into the bathroom to take care of her morning business. The smudges of light bruises around her wrists from his hands were like badges of honor. The reddened areas on her throat from his evening scruff were even better. She knew she’d find more of the same between her thighs.
    Makeup hid the worst of the marks and helped with the dark shadows under her eyes. Perhaps she could sneak in a nap later. If she really was done at the studio, she might actually get a whole day off.
    Despite what Gray had said, she wouldn’t plan on spending it with him. He had important stuff to do. He was making time for their appointment, and that was plenty. Anything else was just gravy.
    She headed to their closet and bypassed the couple of maternity tops she’d bought several times before she decided why not? So she technically didn’t need to wear them yet. She wanted to. She pulled on a pair of denim shorts and the flowing white top with flowers embroidered around the collar and hem. It was super girly, not really her usual style, but maybe that was part of the whole new attitude she had going on.
    Some changes were good. If she just managed to tone down the Pregzilla part a bit, she’d be happy.
    A quick glance at the bed informed her than Gray was still dead to the world. She beelined downstairs for the kitchen, unsurprised to find it empty. The other boys in the house rarely dragged themselves out before noon. Fine by her. She’d happily enjoy her wheat toast and raspberry jam in peace.
    The doorbell chimed before she’d even made it to the table with her plate of food. She frowned down at it as her belly rumbled. “Sorry, baby. No eats yet. Coming,” she called, noticing her bottle of prenatal vitamins on the counter