Free Chasing Tara (Bryant Station Curves) by Rayne Rachels Page A

over her.
    Jason clung to her shoulder as he found his release.  Tara’s muscles clamped down on his cock, locking it deep in her. Jason filled her with his seed and his essence. She was his. He licked the wound on her shoulder. She belonged to him.
    They collapsed on the bed. Jason rolled to his side. Tara’s pussy refused to let him go, but he didn’t care. He tucked her close to him. His hand moved to her soft, round belly. His cub was growing there.
    “You are my mate,” he whispered into her ear.
    Tara snuggled closer to him and sighed.
    Sleep claimed both of them.

     
     
    CHAPTER 7
     
    Tara rolled over and reached for Jason. His side of the bed was cold. Tara pulled his pillow to her and rested her cheek on it. Jason’s cinnamon and sugar scent tickled her nose. Memories of what they did last night made her blush and wet at the same time. Tara touched the sore spot in the curve of her neck.
    Jason bit her.
    He had marked her as his mate.
    She knew the bite would leave a scar. Her mom had a matched set from her mates. Tara moved her shoulder. The area was definitely sore, but it would be gone in a day or two.
    Tara sighed.
    Where was Jason?
    Tara sat up, pulling the blanket with her to cover her body. Even though for the most part, she was comfortable with her body, it didn’t mean everyone else was.
    She looked around the room. For a master bedroom, it was sparsely furnished. The essentials were there, but none of the little stuff that gave it a homey and lived feeling. Tara didn’t see the clothes she had on yesterday, but her coat was draped over the back of a chair, and her boots were on the floor next to the chair. Her bag was on the chair. Tara smiled. At least Jason thought about her.
    Tara let the blanket drop to the bed as she got up. She needed to take a shower and get dressed so she could face the day. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a pair of jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. In one of the side pockets, she pulled out a matching black bra and boy-cut panty set as well as a pair of thick socks and added them to the pile.
    She turned and looked at the only two doors in the bedroom. One, she knew, opened to the hallway. The other had to go to the en suite bathroom. Tara crossed the room to the door and opened it. She flipped the light switch and discovered a beautiful bathroom with both a huge soaking tube and a large walk-in shower. Tara put her clothes on the counter and found a towel in a small closet. She turned on the water and stepped into the shower as soon as the water was hot.
    Thirty minutes later, Tara, clean and dressed, left the bedroom. She didn’t hear any noise in the house. Biting her bottom lip, Tara went downstairs. The smell of coffee led her to the kitchen. It was empty. An empty coffee mug in the sink was the only evidence that Jason had been there.
    Tara shrugged her shoulders
    She opened a cabinet over the coffee pot, hoping to find a coffee mug. Three cabinets and two drawers later, Tara found the coffee mugs and utensils. She poured herself a cup of coffee and put a spoonful of sugar from the bowl sitting by the coffee pot into her coffee. She walked over to the refrigerator and opened it.
    Tara shook her head.
    Other than a couple bottles of beer, a gallon of milk and a carton of cream, the refrigerator was empty. “Guess we will have to make a run by the grocery store.” Tara grabbed the carton of cream. She opened it and sniffed. A smile flickered across her lips. The cream was good. Tara poured some of the cream in her coffee and put it back into the refrigerator.
    Taking a sip of the sweat, creamy coffee, Tara sat down at the table. The kitchen and dining area were cute and cozy. She loved the white cabinets and black countertops. It was perfect.
    It was too perfect.
    Tears threatened to fall. Tara wiped both of her eyes to stop the tears. How could she have dragged Jason and his family into her problems? Donald was her problem.
    The backdoor opened