Free Jackson [Wolfe Brothers 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Kaylee Feagans Page B

could think about things. Disgusted, he dressed and headed out.
    He and his sub were going to have a little talk. He fumed as he drove the back way to her house. He didn’t need any freaking time to think things through. He knew he wanted her. He’d known she was his when she first came for the job interview, from the quiet but determined way she held herself during the job interview to the dedication she showed to everything she did. He knew he wanted to be the one to give her happy tears and kiss away the sad ones. He knew he couldn’t live with just the little snippets of time he got to spend with her at work. In fact, they’d settle this shit today!
    Someone was pounding on her door. Onalee put her coffee down and stiffly moved across the room to answer it. She caught him with his fist in the air as he prepared to pound on the wooden structure yet again.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he barked out as he pushed his way inside the apartment.
    “I was just…” She didn’t get to finish as he shut the door and pulled her with him to the sofa.
    “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
    “Jackson, I was just giving you time to think things through. I knew you were upset about last night.”
    “You’re damned right I was upset, but not as fucking pissed as I was to wake up to an empty bed.” His cheeks were ruddy with color as he raged. “You’re not leaving me.”
    “Take a deep breath, Jackson. You need to relax.”
    “What I need is you!” He pulled her down onto his lap. “I love you, honey,” he grunted before his lips caught hers in a fiery kiss. His tongue forced its way past her lips and worked her into a lather, rubbing and stroking against hers until she was squirming in his lap. Reluctantly, he pulled his mouth from hers but kept her locked safely in his arms.
    Onalee rested her head against his chest as she tried to catch her breath. “Jackson, you don’t need to feel guilty.”
    “Huh?” His hand captured hers and rested it against his erection. “Do you really think that’s because I feel guilty over what happened last night?”
    “I’m beginning to think anything with breasts can get that reaction from you.”
    “Your ass is going to be sore if you keep this up.”
    “I think you only do that because you like to whip asses.” She giggled against him as she stroked his cock though his jeans.
    “Oh, that’s true enough, especially your ass. It turns such a brilliant shade of pink when I spank it. It makes my dick so hard I could cut glass with it.” His big hand cupped her butt as he rubbed her against him. “You’re evading the topic.”
    “No, I don’t think you can get hard because of guilt.” Sighing, she slipped her hand down the front of his pants and fingered his erection. His hand caught hers and stopped her exploration.
    “How do you feel about me, honey?”
    She stared into his black eyes and wet her lips. Why was it so hard to bare her soul to him? “I love you, too, Jackson. I have for a while, but…”
    One minute she was sitting in his lap, and the next she was sprawled out across the sofa with his big body holding hers down as he tried to meld his body to hers. His tongue buried itself in her mouth as he kissed her. He caught her hands and held them above her head before his mouth released hers.
    “There are no buts,” he informed her. “You belong to me now.”
    “I don’t know that I want to go back to the dungeon, Jackson. I’m sorry because I know you like it there.”
    “I can live without it, honey. Besides, we can make our own dungeon.” His teeth nipped her lower lip. “I think I owe you something.”
    “What?” She giggled against him before he flipped her up over his lap.
    “A spanking, dammit! You scared the hell out of me when you were gone this morning.” With her giggling and Jackson struggling to get her pants down, neither one of them thought to go to the bed. She got the spanking she wanted almost as much as he