Free Adele, Claire - Guardian of His Soul [Wolves of West Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Claire Adele Page A

this in your bedroom? I want to slide deep inside your pussy.” His fingers probed her flesh, and one finger slid deeper, almost inside her channel.
    She gasped, her muscles tightening all over. “I think that’s a great idea,” she said, panting.
    He lifted her with his hands beneath her hips. “Wrap your legs around me.”
    She did as he said. He strode from the kitchen, through the den, along the hallway, to her bedroom. Walking through the doorway, he stroked his fingers between her cheeks and gently caressed her tight hole.
    “Juan!” She almost jumped out of his arms.
    He chuckled. “Hold still before you fall.”
    “You scoundrel. You almost made me.”
    “Quit wiggling. We’re almost there.” With a grin, he lowered her to sit on the end of the bed.
    “I want your clothes off, too.” Thank God, he was smiling again. He’d been so serious earlier tonight.
    Backing away a couple steps, he unbuttoned his shirt. “Stay right there. This will only take me a minute.” He stripped off his shirt, unfastened his jeans, and removed his shoes.
    With his jeans gaping open as he worked, she saw that he wore nothing underneath. The idea of him being naked under his jeans was damn sexy. Just the thought caused her dripping-wet opening to ache even more. She was more than ready for him to slide inside her.
    He whisked off his jeans and tossed them on the floor with his shirt.
    His tattoo fit him. At times he acted like a feral wolf. She admired his muscular build. He was beautiful. She reached for him, wanting to touch his dark, tan skin. His amazingly sculpted chest and abs tapered to his lean, muscular belly. His cock rose high and hard, the skin glistening tight below the hood. As she stared, a drop of pre-cum rose from the little slit on the top of the smooth head. She wanted to spread it all over the tip of his cock and take him in her hand.
    If her rich friends discovered what she’d been doing with Juan, and especially with Juan and his friend, they’d be horrified. Might even turn their backs on her. Surely they didn’t approve of this sort of playing around, even if she was divorced. Hoping they would never find out, she reached for his hard penis.
    “Later, querida .” His voice came in a deep, soft purr. “You come first.” He smiled. “I want to taste you. Stand up on the side of the bed.”
    “How will I balance?”
    “Don’t worry. I’ll steady you.”
    Wanting to squeeze her thighs together after what he said he wanted her to do, she pushed herself up, gathered her feet beneath her, and slowly stood on her soft bed. What in the world did he have planned?
    He grasped her hips and held her facing him. “Spread your feet apart.”
    “What?” She had no idea how that would work, as wobbly as she was. “I can hardly keep my balance.”
    “Like this. Hold onto my shoulders.”
    He helped her move one foot and then the other as she gripped his broad, muscular shoulders. When he finished, her thighs spread wide apart. He moved in close and nuzzled her folds. She inhaled swiftly and squeezed his shoulders hard.
    “Your pussy is so soft.” His breath was warm and tickled her folds. He kissed her there, and his tongue delved to caress her clit.
    “Oh!” she cried. The sensation brought intense, aching need to her channel. Shivers shook her.
    He slipped his hands around her hips and held her snug to his hungry mouth. Nibbling and licking, he stroked between her folds with his wicked tongue. He parted her labia and pushed his tongue deeper, up and down.
    “Oh, my God! Juan, I’m going to collapse.”
    He let go of her, and she flopped down across her bed. He grinned and crawled after her, his knees on either side of her legs. “Scoot back, babe.”
    It didn’t leave her much room. She had to raise one bent leg slightly and push with the other against the bedding.
    “That’s the way.” He rolled on the condom he’d taken from his wallet.
    She wanted to climax. She’d been so