Cougar's Luck (Pacific Northwest Cougars Book 2) by Moxie North

spasms continued, it was long and hard, and un-fucking-believable.
    The last pulses fired through her and her body drooped in complete satiation. Everett slowed his movements, gentling his touch, kissing her softly. He drank up her orgasm like it was the finest wine. Giving her clit one last feathery kiss, he moved back up her body.
    Layla expected him to kiss her, but instead he went higher and placed a kiss in each palm of her hands. Moving back down to her mouth, he hovered over her mouth.
    “Good girl, I like that you do what you’re told,” he said to her mouth, his breath tickling her. Layla liked that, she didn’t know why, but pleasing him was a balm to her soul.
    He kissed Layla’s slightly open mouth, sharing the sweet taste of her pussy with her. “See how good you taste? That’s why I’m going to do that every morning.”
    “If you must,” she sighed. “And for the record, I only do what I’m told when it’s you and we’re in here. Outside of the bedroom, no promises.”

Chapter 17
    E verett looked at her , realizing she was giving him some very important insight into who she was.
    “I can deal with that,” he told her. Having her bend to him not only pleased him, but his cat was thrilled. Everett’s dick was still hard and he wanted inside her now, but he’d agreed to make a formal gesture first. And what his mate wanted, she got.
    Giving her ask a squeeze, he asked, “Do you want to change?”
    That was very thoughtful of him, but she only had one thing on her mind. Getting Everett Hayes into a proper bed.
    “I like this dress. Just don’t forget to grab my shoes,” she said. She had to hold on tight as Everett quickly pulled her skirt down, then swung her up into his arms. Except her legs were wrapped around his waist. He felt his pants shift and said, “Would you mind?”
    Layla laughed and leaned back, moving her hands between then and tucking him back into his pants and doing up the zipper and button.
    “Thanks, Duchess,” he said giving her a kiss.
    Everett spied her shoes, walked over, bent to pick them up all the while still holding her tight to him.
    “Anything else?” he asked, clearly in a hurry.
    “My purse, need ID for the license,” she reminded him.
    Looking around, Layla was getting dizzy as he spun her.
    “I left it on the table in the entry downstairs,” she told him.
    Everett spun towards the door, moved down the hallway and down the long staircase with her still in his arms. They reached the bottom and the Klein family was conveniently all sitting in the living area near the stairs. Clearly her mother had been busy as her sister, Claire was sitting on a couch, holding a sleeping toddler. Her mate was standing behind her. Micah was there still looking confused, but his mate had also joined him. It was a Klein family reunion in the formal living room.
    “We’re going out,” Layla called over Everett’s shoulder. Normally she would be embarrassed. Her family being this involved in a personal situation would mortify her. Let alone the undignified way Everett was holding her. He was kind enough to swing her so her legs were over one arm now, but that was just to cover her bare ass before he walked down the stairs.
    Everett had spotted the table and saw there were a number of purses resting on it. He gave a frustrated growl.
    “Baby, it’s the Gucci,” Layla directed.
    Everett looked at her like she had lost her mind. “Seriously?” he asked.
    “The purple one, shiny, metal buckle,” she explained.
    “Next time just say the purple one, damn, got to make everything so complicated,” he mumbled.
    “You’ll just have to learn my purses so we won’t have to have this conversation next time, hmm?”
    There was snickering coming from the other room. In another world, Everett would probably find this funny if he was watching from the living room. But right now, his mate was in his arms, not wearing any fucking panties, and she wanted to get married by Elvis