Free Bear Treble (Highland Brothers 4) by Meredith Clarke, Ally Summers Page A
Authors: Meredith Clarke, Ally Summers
them up before driving into her again, this time with sudden force.
Layla screamed as the new notes hummed through her. She rocked into the sensations as his hard cock slid in and out, over and over, until she was clawing at the blanket. Her orgasm built like a steady crescendo. The notes fevered by Dylan’s strength and power, driving pure pleasure into her.
He yanked at the back of her hair, forcing her to turn and look at him. He was powerful and graceful as he moved into her body. Her eyes locked on his, knowing together they were building toward the finale that would seal them together forever. She clutched harder at him, needing him inside her. With one hand on her back, Dylan roared back then slammed into her shattering both of them into a million pieces.
Her body rocked and convulsed as the waves pulsed through her. She panted as she felt his release deep inside her. It was like a blissful symphony how their bodies knew how to play the other. His strong shaft stroking her until she was ready to come with him like an electric duet.
Dylan kissed the small of her back. “You are amazing, Layla.”
She collapsed to the floor, feeling him slide out from her. “I need to tell you something,” she panted.
His hand traced the curves of her hips. The fire crackled behind them. “What?”
“I have a secret too.”
“Ok. And you want to tell me now?”
“I think it’s time you know who I really am.”
“Are you trying to scare me?” His palm rested on her thigh.
“My name isn’t Layla.”
She thought he was too tired to care, but Dylan propped himself up on his elbow. “What do you mean?” He sounded startled.
“It’s not Layla Love. That’s my brand. It’s the stage name we came up with when I first started out. I’m Leigh Smith.”
He blinked. “Leigh Smith?”
She nodded. “Thought maybe I should tell you now that you’re stuck with me forever.” Her head dropped to the soft quilt. She could lie like this forever. The warmth of the fire warming her back. Dylan’s hard body still pressed against her. She felt something humming through her body that awakened and soothed her.
He kissed her hip. “Hmm. Which one should I call you?”
She rolled onto her back to look at him. “I like how you say Layla.” She grinned.
He bent toward her to run his lips against hers. “I like how you say ‘fuck’.” He laughed. She slapped him on the chest.
“It’s true. I do.” He waggled his eyebrows.
She twisted her lips together. “Do you think we have any more surprises between us?”
His hand floated to the swell of her stomach and rested there. “I think there’s maybe one more.”
She smiled. She’d never been the motherly type. She couldn’t remember what her own mother looked like other than the pictures everyone seemed to drag out of a time capsule. But this was something she wanted. As much as she had wanted any album. Only more.
Lying here with Dylan she knew she would give it all up to be his mate. To be the mother of his cubs.
“Dylan?”
“Hmm?” He laid his head next to hers.
“Do you want me to stop singing?”
He popped back up on his elbow. “Hell no. You have the voice of the century. I wouldn’t ask you to do that.”
“Then how do we do this? You and me? Cubs? The public spotlight is the worst possible place to raise children.”
He drew a lazy circle around her navel, sending chills along her stomach and between her legs.
“There are artists with kids,” he stated.
“But not with cubs.”
He chuckled. “Maybe that’s true. But we can figure it out. When you’re far enough along we announce the pregnancy and you can take time off the tour. People will understand. You’ll have this album to push you along until you’re ready to get back out there.”
“And you’ll be here? You won’t leave?”
He kissed her forehead. “Layla, I’ll never leave. Forever means forever. You’re my mate. Mother of my cubs. My life.” He paused.
Layla screamed as the new notes hummed through her. She rocked into the sensations as his hard cock slid in and out, over and over, until she was clawing at the blanket. Her orgasm built like a steady crescendo. The notes fevered by Dylan’s strength and power, driving pure pleasure into her.
He yanked at the back of her hair, forcing her to turn and look at him. He was powerful and graceful as he moved into her body. Her eyes locked on his, knowing together they were building toward the finale that would seal them together forever. She clutched harder at him, needing him inside her. With one hand on her back, Dylan roared back then slammed into her shattering both of them into a million pieces.
Her body rocked and convulsed as the waves pulsed through her. She panted as she felt his release deep inside her. It was like a blissful symphony how their bodies knew how to play the other. His strong shaft stroking her until she was ready to come with him like an electric duet.
Dylan kissed the small of her back. “You are amazing, Layla.”
She collapsed to the floor, feeling him slide out from her. “I need to tell you something,” she panted.
His hand traced the curves of her hips. The fire crackled behind them. “What?”
“I have a secret too.”
“Ok. And you want to tell me now?”
“I think it’s time you know who I really am.”
“Are you trying to scare me?” His palm rested on her thigh.
“My name isn’t Layla.”
She thought he was too tired to care, but Dylan propped himself up on his elbow. “What do you mean?” He sounded startled.
“It’s not Layla Love. That’s my brand. It’s the stage name we came up with when I first started out. I’m Leigh Smith.”
He blinked. “Leigh Smith?”
She nodded. “Thought maybe I should tell you now that you’re stuck with me forever.” Her head dropped to the soft quilt. She could lie like this forever. The warmth of the fire warming her back. Dylan’s hard body still pressed against her. She felt something humming through her body that awakened and soothed her.
He kissed her hip. “Hmm. Which one should I call you?”
She rolled onto her back to look at him. “I like how you say Layla.” She grinned.
He bent toward her to run his lips against hers. “I like how you say ‘fuck’.” He laughed. She slapped him on the chest.
“It’s true. I do.” He waggled his eyebrows.
She twisted her lips together. “Do you think we have any more surprises between us?”
His hand floated to the swell of her stomach and rested there. “I think there’s maybe one more.”
She smiled. She’d never been the motherly type. She couldn’t remember what her own mother looked like other than the pictures everyone seemed to drag out of a time capsule. But this was something she wanted. As much as she had wanted any album. Only more.
Lying here with Dylan she knew she would give it all up to be his mate. To be the mother of his cubs.
“Dylan?”
“Hmm?” He laid his head next to hers.
“Do you want me to stop singing?”
He popped back up on his elbow. “Hell no. You have the voice of the century. I wouldn’t ask you to do that.”
“Then how do we do this? You and me? Cubs? The public spotlight is the worst possible place to raise children.”
He drew a lazy circle around her navel, sending chills along her stomach and between her legs.
“There are artists with kids,” he stated.
“But not with cubs.”
He chuckled. “Maybe that’s true. But we can figure it out. When you’re far enough along we announce the pregnancy and you can take time off the tour. People will understand. You’ll have this album to push you along until you’re ready to get back out there.”
“And you’ll be here? You won’t leave?”
He kissed her forehead. “Layla, I’ll never leave. Forever means forever. You’re my mate. Mother of my cubs. My life.” He paused.