My Feline Protector (Middlemarch Shifters Book 6) by Shelley Munro Page B
Authors: Shelley Munro
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“Okay?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
She felt his smile against her lips, sensed his approval as she lifted into his strokes. His hips flexed, driving him into her heat and dragging his shaft free. Even though she’d climaxed, she discovered more enjoyment in the thrusts.
He kissed her, missing her mouth and getting her chin. She giggled then sobered when he nibbled on the tender spot at the base of her neck. Every time he did that it drove her crazy. Her mind emptied of everything except him. His shaft plunged deep, his strokes faster now, his breathing heavier. The wet rasp of his tongue over that spot had her pussy flexing around his cock, and the minute tremor pulled a groan from him. His cock stabbed into her now, the sounds of arousal filling the bedroom. His big body shuddered against hers, and he froze. Her fingernails dug into his muscular back as fire swarmed over her body. Almost there. Almost .
Gerard groaned, pistoned his hips and stilled. His mouth sucked on that spot on her neck and pleasure swelled a little more, but she needed him to move. She almost cried when he pulled free, made a tiny whimper of complaint.
“It’s all right, English.” And he lifted her to his mouth again. No teasing this time, and five heartbeats later her muscles contracted and she came. The tension leached from her and he pulled away.
She lay in the bed while he wandered off to the en suite, and by the time he returned she was almost asleep. He drew her close, his arm around her waist, her backside pressed to his front. A supremely comfortable way to sleep. She smiled as he kissed her shoulder and let tiredness take her. No mistakes this time. Of that, she was certain.
* * * * *
Gerard slept until seven and he heard the pitter-patter of Geoffrey’s claws as he came to the bedroom. He untangled himself from London and padded to the door to meet the dog. He’d want to go outside and then he’d want his breakfast. If Gerard didn’t cooperate, Geoffrey would hold a grudge for sure.
Once he’d fed the terrier, he called Isabella and set that part in motion. While it seemed the husband was in the clear because of his dislike of flying, it might still pay to check some more. There had been no recent sightings of him at home in London. It might be a coincidence—an intruder trying to get into London’s room—but he didn’t think so.
He reached Leo and asked the shifter to put the phone on speaker so he could speak to Isabella too. He went through what had happened last night and everything they’d discovered in the will.
“I want to make sure that Royce Weaver is in London and not roaming around Middlemarch,” Gerard said. “London checked with Jenny’s friends, but they haven’t seen him.”
“Might not matter,” Isabella said. “He could have hired a hit man.”
“Yeah, I’d considered that. Can you find out?”
“I’ll make calls. I’ll know soon if there is a hit in place.”
Gerard sighed, not liking someone stalking London. “Hell, I hope that isn’t the case. She is my mate. I thought so before, but I’m sure of it now. I intend to keep her alive. The other thing. Henry—we have to break him out of jail before they transport him to Dunedin.”
“That’s what Saber and the Feline council decided,” Leo said. “Saber was intending to come to see you this morning. We have a plan underway, but thought it was best if you stayed out of it since you’re his business partner. They’ll look at you first, so you need to have an alibi. Organize a client visit or something like that for this afternoon.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that. I need to check a property in Queenstown. I’d put it off but the owner will see me this afternoon. She’s pretty laid back, and I can take London with me.”
“Do that,” Isabella said. “We’ll meet at the café for coffee, say around five. We should be done by then and have Henry stashed in a safe place.”
“We mightn’t be back until closer to
“Yes,” she breathed.
She felt his smile against her lips, sensed his approval as she lifted into his strokes. His hips flexed, driving him into her heat and dragging his shaft free. Even though she’d climaxed, she discovered more enjoyment in the thrusts.
He kissed her, missing her mouth and getting her chin. She giggled then sobered when he nibbled on the tender spot at the base of her neck. Every time he did that it drove her crazy. Her mind emptied of everything except him. His shaft plunged deep, his strokes faster now, his breathing heavier. The wet rasp of his tongue over that spot had her pussy flexing around his cock, and the minute tremor pulled a groan from him. His cock stabbed into her now, the sounds of arousal filling the bedroom. His big body shuddered against hers, and he froze. Her fingernails dug into his muscular back as fire swarmed over her body. Almost there. Almost .
Gerard groaned, pistoned his hips and stilled. His mouth sucked on that spot on her neck and pleasure swelled a little more, but she needed him to move. She almost cried when he pulled free, made a tiny whimper of complaint.
“It’s all right, English.” And he lifted her to his mouth again. No teasing this time, and five heartbeats later her muscles contracted and she came. The tension leached from her and he pulled away.
She lay in the bed while he wandered off to the en suite, and by the time he returned she was almost asleep. He drew her close, his arm around her waist, her backside pressed to his front. A supremely comfortable way to sleep. She smiled as he kissed her shoulder and let tiredness take her. No mistakes this time. Of that, she was certain.
* * * * *
Gerard slept until seven and he heard the pitter-patter of Geoffrey’s claws as he came to the bedroom. He untangled himself from London and padded to the door to meet the dog. He’d want to go outside and then he’d want his breakfast. If Gerard didn’t cooperate, Geoffrey would hold a grudge for sure.
Once he’d fed the terrier, he called Isabella and set that part in motion. While it seemed the husband was in the clear because of his dislike of flying, it might still pay to check some more. There had been no recent sightings of him at home in London. It might be a coincidence—an intruder trying to get into London’s room—but he didn’t think so.
He reached Leo and asked the shifter to put the phone on speaker so he could speak to Isabella too. He went through what had happened last night and everything they’d discovered in the will.
“I want to make sure that Royce Weaver is in London and not roaming around Middlemarch,” Gerard said. “London checked with Jenny’s friends, but they haven’t seen him.”
“Might not matter,” Isabella said. “He could have hired a hit man.”
“Yeah, I’d considered that. Can you find out?”
“I’ll make calls. I’ll know soon if there is a hit in place.”
Gerard sighed, not liking someone stalking London. “Hell, I hope that isn’t the case. She is my mate. I thought so before, but I’m sure of it now. I intend to keep her alive. The other thing. Henry—we have to break him out of jail before they transport him to Dunedin.”
“That’s what Saber and the Feline council decided,” Leo said. “Saber was intending to come to see you this morning. We have a plan underway, but thought it was best if you stayed out of it since you’re his business partner. They’ll look at you first, so you need to have an alibi. Organize a client visit or something like that for this afternoon.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that. I need to check a property in Queenstown. I’d put it off but the owner will see me this afternoon. She’s pretty laid back, and I can take London with me.”
“Do that,” Isabella said. “We’ll meet at the café for coffee, say around five. We should be done by then and have Henry stashed in a safe place.”
“We mightn’t be back until closer to
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