Brynna (Stone Society) - Faith Gibson Page 0,27

mate. Her intention had been to get him off then let him get back to work, but he had other ideas. One hand was fisted in her hair, and it tightened when he was close. He pulled her off his dick and demanded, “Stand up.” Bossy Travis was a sexy Travis.

When Brynna was on her feet, he spun her around and pushed her chest down on the desk. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” he muttered as he lifted her dress over her ass, pulled her thong to the side, and slid his erection between her legs, rubbing it back and forth through the dampness. “Hang on, Princess,” was all the warning he gave before sliding home. Brynna grabbed hold of the edge of the desk as her mate set a near-frantic pace. Travis reached around and eased one hand between her panties and her mound, rubbing her clit with practiced skill. Brynna didn’t want to think about how he gained his talents, so she focused on the pleasure instead. She loved this side of Travis. The usually quiet man was more confident when they were having sex. It was as though he had his own beast inside that came alive when bare skin was involved.

“Travis,” she husked. “I’m so close.” Taking that as a challenge, Travis rubbed faster and fucked harder. His grunts were feral, and that spurred her on as much as his fingers on her clit and his dick in her pussy.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Travis wrapped his free hand in her hair, pulling her head back for an awkward yet sensual kiss. “Come for me, Princess. I want to feel your pussy clamp down on my dick,” he mouthed against her lips.

His dirty words were all it took to send Brynna over the edge. Her fangs dropped, her core pulsed, and she growled as she came. Travis grunted a “fuck” as he spilled his release inside her. Dropping down over her back, he pressed her chest into the desk and caught his breath as he came down from his orgasm. Brynna loved his weight on her, and the desk digging into her hips didn’t matter. All that mattered was the absolute perfection that was this man.

“God, I’m sorry.” Travis pulled out and grabbed some tissues out of the container on the desk.

“Whatever are you apologizing for?” Brynna missed his weight when he stood and used the tissues to wipe their combined essence from her thighs.

“I was crushing you. Next time tell me to get off.”

Brynna snorted, then slapped a hand over her mouth. Travis grinned as he took care of her. He was the best of both worlds – a fierce lover and a gentle mate. He tossed the tissues in the garbage can beside the desk, then righted her thong before pulling her dress back down. Only then did he put himself back to rights. Brynna slid her fingers through his hair, scraping her nails against his scalp. Travis closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh.

“I like your weight on me.” They stood wrapped in each other for a few minutes before she kissed him on the cheek.

“I’ll let you get back to work. I’m going to talk to Marcie for a bit.” Brynna reluctantly left her mate and went in search of her best friend. Marcie was outside on the patio, her lap full of burlap ribbon. When she wasn’t busy cooking wonderful creations in the kitchen, Marcie was making some type of craft. Today’s was a wreath. She was artistic, like her brother. Brynna was more than a little jealous since she didn’t have an artistic bone in her body.

“Hey you. Shouldn’t you be holed up in your bedroom with your new mate?” Marcie asked when she saw Brynna.

Brynna grinned and fanned her face. “Nope. There’s a perfectly strong desk in the office.”

“You go, girl. I’m so happy for you.” Marcie held out her fist, and Brynna bumped it with her own.

“I’m so happy for me. Gah, I never thought I’d find my mate, but Travis is perfect.”

“If that smile is any indication, I’d say so.”

Brynna sat down and stared at the fountain. “That’s weird. Did you turn the water off for some reason?”

“No. Lawrence is the one who takes care of things like that. I wouldn’t even know where the water valve is.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Brynna needed to learn how to do lots of things around the house. Having someone to do it for her was convenient, but she felt bad