My muscles shake with the effort it takes to keep from slamming my hips forward.
Seated inside her, we’re both breathing heavy. Her lips part to accommodate her breath as I move inside her. She licks her lips, her mouth calling to be filled. I run my lip along hers in a brutal tease.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
“No.” I use my tongue, my lip ring, and my teeth until she’s growling in frustration and trying to chase down my mouth. “How do you like it when you’re not heard, kitten? When your desires are left unmet?”
Her jaw gets hard, her pretty mouth closes in a tight, defiant line.
I dig my elbows into the bed and pick up my pace determined to wipe that look off her face. I kiss her throat, pull the tender skin between my lips and suck. Hard.
Her thighs quake and the soft sounds falling from her lips spur me on until I’m lost to my need for release. I close my eyes, bite down, and send her soaring over the edge. My mind scatters, my heart pounds and I follow right after her with a primal growl against her throat.
Seconds pass as I catch my breath and wait for awareness to return. I pull myself off her, toss the condom in the trash, and tuck myself back into my sweatpants. She looks like an erotic painting, sprawled out on my bed with her open shirt, rumpled skirt, and the angry red mark I left behind on her neck.
She sits up, pulls off her blindfold and meets my eyes boldly. “Even better than I thought it would be.”
“Happy to be of service,” I say through clenched teeth. I hate how easily I gave in. I hate myself for not being able to resist her. Lucky for me, self-hatred is something I’ve spent my life perfecting. “Anything else I can do for you, Miss Brawley?”
She fixes her shirt, buttoning up to the top and covering my mark. I have an unreasonable desire to rip her collar open.
She ties the black scarf around her neck and straightens her skirt. “Yes, Mr. Web.” She smooths her hair, easily putting herself back together as if she’d never been dirtied by me. “We’re just getting started.” She slips on her shoes and moves toward the door, stopping at my shoulder, she looks up at me with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. “We’re not so different, you know.”
“How would you know?” I look her up and down making sure she sees disgust on my face rather than the awe-struck attraction I can’t seem to fight. “You don’t even know me.”
“I see it in your eyes, Theodore.”
“Oh yeah, and what do you think you see?”
“The same thing you see when you look in mine. Nothing.” She walks out of my room without another word, and there’s one thing I know without a doubt.
This isn’t the last I’ll see of Emery Brawley.
Spider and Emery’s story continues in Hail Mary releasing Fall 2020.
ABOUT JB SALSBURY
JB Salsbury is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband and two kids.
Her love of good storytelling led her to earn a degree in Media Communications. With her journalistic background, writing has always been at the forefront, and her love of romance propelled her career as an author.
She spends the majority of her day behind the computer where a world of battling alphas, budding romance, and impossible obstacles claws away at her subconscious and begs to be released to the page.
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Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but that’s how it feels right now.
“Jump!” I hear someone yell.
“You wouldn’t dare,” someone else adds.
“She’s got no balls!!!” An idiot says, and I want nothing more than to turn around and find him so I can punch him in the face.
The thing is... if I turn around, I’ll walk away. I know I’ll chicken out, so I refuse to turn around. I need to stay focused.
If I do this wrong, if I take one wrong step, I could die.
Honestly, I probably could die. I mean, I’m standing on top of the highest rock in Forest Pines Lake, with a drink in my hand, my underwear riding up my butt, and my jeans and T-shirt pooled at my feet, getting ready to jump off.