Mate by the Music Read Free

way.”
    “Holy shit.” He fumbled with his own pants, wincing as he got them down, managing to remove his briefs at the same time.
    “You like my lack of hair?”
    “Honey, I would like your pussy any way I could get it. Now, I just get a better view.”
    He set her down on the floor and whispered in her ear, “Lean against the jukebox.” Then he dropped to his knees and stared at her mound. “We have to stop meeting this way.”
    She giggled, covering her mouth. “What are you going to do?”
    “Touch you everywhere.”
    He reached upward, found her clit. In her experience, men always rushed. They touched her fast, in and out, then wanted to plow inside of her, get off, and be done with the process. Not Scott.
    With a circular motion, he massaged her clit until dizziness threatened to overwhelm her. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the back of the music machine until her body pulsed with a need he had to fulfill. He fingered her. She may have screamed his name. A second finger joined the first and she came, convulsing around his hand.
    Tears filled her eyes. I’ve never had an orgasm like this one before . And he’d done it entirely with his hands.
    He wore no smug satisfaction, only curiosity and admiration. He crooked a finger at her. “Come down here.”
    He caught her in his arms before she fell over. “I need to be inside of you.” He scooped up his pants and took a condom from his wallet. “It’s been in there for awhile. I try to be prepared.”
    “Smart. Just in case a woman decides to force you to have sex with her in a bar.”
    “Nothing forced about it. Just in case a fabulous brunette decides to give me the best night of my life.”
    In seconds, he’d sheathed his cock. He scooted forward, taking her with him until he rolled on top of her.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist again, loving the position. Her pussy wept and she desperately wanted his cock inside of her.
    He inched forward until she accommodated him. His breathing quickened against her neck. Finally, he thrust. She cried out her pleasure. When had she ever been so full?
    He progressed slowly at first, bringing her to the brink then taking her back. Sweat formed on his brow. She swallowed back more tears as release threatened to overwhelm her. The pressure built. She exploded again, the pleasure overtaking her and she sobbed, unable to stop the emotional assault of their mating.
    Seconds later, he followed her and none of her fears mattered any more. An inhuman growl left her lips. She had to have what she wanted. Without thinking, she bit his shoulder.
    He gasped then held onto her neck. She closed her eyes, enjoyed the moment. They’d mated on the floor of Gunther’s Bar and a more romantic moment never existed anywhere.
    Releasing him, she licked his wound to clean it. It would scar. And she wanted everyone to see he belonged to her.
    A perfectly sated Scott lay on the floor, one arm resting beneath his head. He smiled. “So I guess this means I get to take you over the desk in the back room every time you work now?”
    She grinned. “Exactly.”
    “I don’t like desks. But I might take you over the sink or on the back of my bike.”
    “You rode in this weather?” She frowned. “Are you crazy?”
    “I had to get here tonight.” He lay her down on his chest. “What is this song?”
    Closing her eyes, she snuggled against him. “Don’t let me fall asleep on the floor.”
    “That’s the name of the song?”
    “Very funny.” She elbowed him. “I should bite you again.”
    Beneath her, his cock stirred again. “Promise?”

 
     
    ~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
     
     
    As a teenager, Rebecca Royce would hide in her room to read her favorite romance novels when she was supposed to be doing her homework. She hopes, these days, that her parents think it was well worth it.
    Rebecca is the mother of three adorable boys and is fortunate to be married to her best friend. They live in northern New Jersey and try not