Page 29 of Crowbar

His hips bucked, and I pressed one hand flat against his stomach, holding him down.

He tasted clean, like salt and skin, and amazing. I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, and Spencer made a sound like he’d been punched. His hand fisted in my hair, not pulling, just holding on.

“Oh god.” The words came out broken. “Oh god, that’s—you’re—”

I pulled back and sucked at the head, tongue working the slit. Spencer’s thighs trembled, and his breathing had gone ragged. I looked up at him, and his eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open, lost in it.

“Look at me,” I said around his dick.

His eyes met mine and held.

“Watch me suck you off.”

I hummed around him, and the vibration made him choke on whatever he’d been about to say. His head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat, and I watched him fall apart underneath me.

He was vocal. Every touch, every movement of my tongue drew sounds out of him that he didn’t seem aware he was making. Small gasps, broken syllables, my name said like a prayer.

I worked his cock with my mouth and my hand, finding the rhythm that made his breathing go choppy. His fingers tightened in my hair, and his thighs were shaking now, trembling with the effort of holding still.

“I’m—” His voice broke. “Close, I’m—”

My mouth took him to the brink then backed off until he was begging me to put him out of his misery. He gripped the bedding in a stranglehold, head rocking back and forth.

“Crowbar!” His cock pulsed between my lips, cum shooting down my throat. I swallowed every last drop, groaning at how good he tasted.

I could devour my little human all day and never grow tired of his pretty cock between my lips.

Spencer slumped against the bed, breathing heavily. But I reared back, releasing my throbbing erection. “Suck me off, baby. I’m so damn close.”

My hand gripped his good one, and I pulled him toward me. He engulfed my dick, sucking hard enough to make me curse. I shouted his name, fucking his mouth in short bursts. My climax shattered me, making me snarl.

Holy hell. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so fucking hard. Felt like I could easily take a six-hour nap.

“Damn,” he said, breathing like he’d run a marathon. “Holy…damn.”

I collapsed next to him, staring up at the ceiling. Then I heard a tiny snore and thought it was Gunner. Despite the loud noises, she was still knocked out. But the sound wasn’t coming from her.

Turning my head, I grinned. Spencer was out cold, his good arm tossed over his forehead. Even my wolf was curled up, content as fuck. My mate and my pup knew I would protect them.

Best damn feeling in the world.

Chapter Nine

Spencer

It could not be Monday already. Except it was, and mornings didn’t care about my opinions on the matter. They just kept happening with the inevitability of taxes and General Patton’s insults. Crowbar’s truck idled at the curb, across the street from my job, the engine so quiet it didn’t sound like it was even running. He’d followed me to work without asking if he could, just pulled out behind my sedan and trailed me through three traffic lights and a stop sign I may have rolled through. Prove it.

As soon as I parked, I slipped into the passenger’s seat of Crowbar’s truck, placing Noodles in my lap.

“Gonna hang here for a bit,” he said, toothpick rolling between his lips. “Got some calls to make.”

After a weekend that had involved multiple orgasms and takeout containers scattered across my kitchen counter, Crowbar could hang wherever the hell he wanted. He could set up camp in the parking lot and charge admission. My body still hummed from Saturday night, and Sunday had been a repeat performance that left me walking like a newborn giraffe.

Leaning across the center console, I pulled his toothpick out and kissed him, his beard scratching against my jaw. It wasn’t a peck but a real kiss. He tasted like coffee and the mint toothpaste he’d used at my apartment that morning. His hand found the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair, and he pulled me closer until the console dug into my ribs.

When I finally pulled back, my lips were tingling and my brain had gone offline as I gave him back his toothpick.

“Behave yourself,” he said, swiping his thumb over my bottom lip.