Born to Be Badger (Honey Badger Chronicles #5)

She relaxed back into the couch and returned to ignoring him completely.

Maybe he should just go to bed, like Finn and Mads probably had. The day had been weird enough, and he wasn’t in the mood for anything else to fuck up his life.

*

The laundry room door opened and Tock tossed her hands up. “Where the hell have you—”

She didn’t even get a chance to finish what she was going to say. Originally when Shay didn’t come right back, she’d had a whole speech ready: “If you want to wait, that’s okay. No pressure. It’s fine.” Or something like that. At the ten-minute mark, though, she began to feel hurt. He’d just left her here. Still squirming!

Before she could unleash her full annoyance, though, he had her in his arms, and his mouth was on hers.

His kiss was so desperate, so hungry, her anger and insecurity faded away.

Tock wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he lifted her up and plopped her on top of the dryer. Big hands tossed off her running shoes and went right for her black leggings and panties. He tugged them down, continuing to kiss her. On the mouth. The throat. The chest. He pushed her T-shirt and sports bra up and out of the way, and his warm mouth latched onto her nipple.

Tock held his head against her as he moved from one breast to the other, sucking with his lips and teasing with his tongue.

She dug her fingers into his hair, massaged his scalp, because she knew he liked that. His growled response radiated through her breast and down her spine.

Shay reached around her and she felt him grab for something behind her. She was too distracted, though, to look. To investigate.

Grabbing her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the dryer and stepped fully between her legs. He was tall, so the extra height of the dryer was perfect. He just bent her hips a little and then he pushed inside her.

Tock gasped against Shay’s chest and gripped his shoulders. When he started to rock his cock in and out of her, she threw her head back, mouth open. Shay kissed her then, the pair clinging to each other as they fucked and kissed and groaned.

As they kept going, she could sense that Shay was about to come. Wanting to join him, she loosened the hand she had gripping his hair, about to use those fingers to circle her clit until she also came. But then, without any additional help, she did come, her entire body clamping onto Shay’s, both of them screaming into each other’s mouths.

When they’d wrung themselves out, they collapsed onto the floor, on top of their discarded clothes. They sat there, still clinging to each other and panting. Not saying a word.

Because words weren’t necessary.





Chapter 21


If there was one thing Tock really loved, it was getting head. Nothing more gratifying than having a guy’s tongue between her legs as he did nothing but try to make her happy.

They were on the long table that people probably used to fold their clothes. It was thankfully empty and Shay had placed her there with a lot of care after their first round. Then he’d spread her thighs and gone to work. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry either, languidly licking her with that rough tongue of his. All Tock had to do was lie back and play with her nipples. It was awesome.

But then there was that moment, when it went from enjoyable and relaxing—because she’d already come once not long ago—to intense. Because she wanted more. The licking was great, but she needed more. She put her hands behind his head and he took the hint, grasping her clit between his lips and rolling it around. That had her squirming again. Honestly, she’d never squirmed so much. But the cat had a way.

He stopped rolling and began sucking. That’s when Tock’s thighs tensed and the rest of her began to shake. She made weird little grunting sounds that she would normally stop because they sounded kind of stupid, but she couldn’t think past what was happening to her body.

She rocked her hips against Shay’s mouth and let the rest of her body do whatever it wanted as the cat took her to and over the edge.

Tock let out short, harsh screams as the orgasm rolled through her. And it kept going. Shay kept it going. She didn’t know if it was simply one long orgasm or several in a row, but it just went on and on until, finally, he let her go and she came down hard. Her body splayed on that table, legs hanging off the side, unable to move.

The heat from his body moved away but quickly returned. He rolled her over and lifted her ass. Tock didn’t care. She was too out of it to care about anything.

He entered her from behind, slowly pressing his latex-covered cock deep inside her. He was big, filling her almost more than she could stand. He stayed there a moment while her muscles continued to throb around him in the aftermath of her orgasm.

When he finally began to fuck her, Tock was sure she might simply go to sleep while he got what he needed. She was exhausted.

*

The way her muscles rippled around his cock made his knees weak. He wasn’t sure he could keep standing. But he didn’t want to just dump her on the floor. She deserved better than that. Actually, she deserved the best suite at the Ritz-Carlton on a king-size bed with the softest sheets. But what she was getting was fucked on a table in a wolf pack’s laundry room. Not exactly fair, but the world couldn’t ask him for any more right now. She smelled too good. Felt too good. Tasted amazing. Licking her was like licking his favorite ice cream off a spoon. Except that didn’t make his dick hard and his mind numb.

She was just lying there when he pulled her ass closer. Maybe he should wait . . .

Except then her pussy tightened around his cock and any hope of waiting was lost. Instead, he just angled her a little better and began to fuck her. He was so hard, he could make it quick. Get them what they both needed. No big deal, right?

Tock wasn’t that out of it, though. Her hands gripped the other side of the table, and she began to push back against him. And each time she pushed back, she tightened her muscles. It felt like being dragged, the way her body pulled him in.

When Tock began to pant and groan, Shay wasn’t sure he could keep going. But he did. Holding her tighter, fucking her harder. Their groans mingling with each thrust. He wanted to let go right now, but he held on for her. Tried anyway. Until she gripped his cock so hard, he couldn’t keep himself from coming even if he wanted to. Luckily, that grip was because Tock was coming right along with him.

They both cried out; Tock still pushing back and Shay still slamming forward. They kept going until they simply couldn’t anymore. Arm around her waist, Shay laid them both on the table, still tight together. He didn’t want to pull out yet. Not when it felt so good to be buried inside her.

It was the last thing he thought until his stomach growled and woke both of them up.

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