“I’m sure your mom and dad will let you, but are you supposed to be out in the woods alone?” Jericho asks him as the three of us start walking back toward the warehouses.
Spawn bites off a chunk of his popsicle. “I was chasing a grasshopper.”
“Of course you were,” Jericho chuckles.
“Can I have your phone to play games?” he asks.
Jericho makes a show of patting the nonexistent pockets on his towel. “Sorry, don’t have it on me.”
Spawn frowns. “You’re ‘sposed to wear clothes outside unless you’re shifted. Mommy said that’s the rules.”
“I’ll try to remember that,” Jericho says.
As we cross out of the tree line, my—still red—ears pick up on Freddie’s parents calling his name.
Freddie’s eyes widen. “Uh oh. I think I’m in trouble.”
“You should stop wandering around,” I tell him sternly.
He shrugs and then tries to hand Jericho the popsicle. “I’m not supposed to have this. Can you say it’s yours?”
I snort out a laugh as Jericho takes the sticky, half-eaten treat in his hands. “Sure.”
He steps toward me and pushes the panties into my pocket. “Hold these for me,” he says into my ear. “I’ll be collecting them shortly, just as soon as I take this jailbreak home. And then you and I are going to be doing a lot more ninja moves,” he promises before turning and beckoning Spawn. “Come on, Freddie.”
I turn and head toward Warehouse Three while Jericho leads Freddie toward the cabins. “You’re so lucky,” I hear Freddie say. “I can’t wait to get older and do ninja moves.”
Jericho laughs. “I hear you, kid. I hear you.”
I can’t help but smile and shake my head as I hurry forward. Even though we just did our ninja moves, I’m already ready for round two. And three. And four, because Pumba did not disappoint. The sex lived up to the hype and then some. He unlocked a door inside of me that I didn’t even know was there, and now I want more.
18
Jetta
I’m in one of those heavy sleeps—the kind that takes claws to crawl out of. Or in my case, a boar.
I’m so comfortable that I don’t really become aware of the stubble scratching my flesh. A rough jaw skimming over my neck, a calloused hand parting my thighs. But my consciousness nudges aside its sub, dominating it with the snap of a whip across my mind. Jericho’s arousal is thick in the air, even though we’ve been fucking for three days straight.
He’s insatiable. And, it seems, so am I. We haven’t left my bedroom all weekend except to eat. Jericho had to take a shift for his enforcer duties, and that was our only break from each other, but as soon as he was done, he was right back here, hard and hungry and ready to take me again.
I’m a bit tired.
Three days and nights of fucking will do that to a girl. Especially when the male seems to have endless endurance. I’d be more annoyed if he didn’t make it so worth my while.
A hot mouth closes around my clit, jolting me into wakefulness the rest of the way. My legs get wrenched further open, even as I moan in both complaint and thrill as my hands automatically go down to pull on his hair. He gives me a few lazy licks, sucking my clit into his mouth before releasing me again—just toying with me, forcing me to wake up and participate.
“I want to sleep,” I gripe.
“I need you again.”
His rough, gravelly words against my thighs elicit a rush of warmth all over my body, parching me from the inside out, but I’m sleepy as hell, and he interrupted my rest.
“Fuck you.”
A dark chuckle slides against my ears. “That’s the idea.”
He shoves his hand beneath my ass and lifts my hips up, and then in one brutal thrust, his thick cock shoves inside of me all the way to the hilt.
Well, that’ll wake a girl up.
“Fuck!” I cry out, my eyes snapping open as my spine curls backward, arching off the bed.
“Mmm,” Jericho says, one hand palming my breast. “Glad to see you could wake up enough to join me.”
I reach down to cup his balls. “Fuck me good, or I’m going to be even grumpier than I already am,” I threaten.
He snorts, a decidedly boarish sound escaping him.
He pulls all the way out before shoving inside again, so hard that the top of my head hits the headboard. I slide my arms above me and brace