Free Pack Security (Were Chronicles) by Crissy Smith Page B

up the house and checked the security, he heard Cassie’s shower turn on farther back in the house. His cock, which had been half hard the entire time he’d sat talking with her, grew even more so. He palmed himself thinking about how she would look, naked and wet, under the hot spray.
    He bit back a moan and yanked his hand away. He’d jacked off every single night since he’d started staying with her. Tonight would be no different. He needed to get to bed. It was already after midnight. Hopefully Cassie would be turning in soon too.
    She’d gotten only a few hours’ sleep before she’d risen to start painting again. It seemed to Max that she got very little rest, but she assured him it was normal for her. She painted when she could and, once she was done, she would be able to catch up on her sleep.
    Max worried she wasn’t taking proper care of herself, but he also didn’t want to interfere.
    He closed his bedroom door behind him and pulled his T-shirt off. Walking around the end of the bed, he folded the comforter back before dropping his shorts and boxers. He didn’t have to sleep in the nude even though he was more comfortable that way. However, he’d found with Cassie close by, the need to jack off every night was strong and the only way to really calm himself enough to fall asleep.
    He climbed in the big bed and lay on his back. The overhead fan turned silently while creating a soft breeze. Max ran his hands down his chest and played with his nipples. The pull made his cock even harder. Keeping his fingers of his left hand busy, he used his right to stroke himself.
    It felt good, like it had the past several nights, but Max still wanted to experience what Cassie’s talented fingers would do to him.
    He sped up his movements as he thought about Cassie climbing in bed with him. What she would feel like under him. He thrust his hips up, imagining being buried deep inside her. He craved to hear the sounds she would make while he took her. He hoped she was vocal. He enjoyed a woman who didn’t hide her pleasure.
    Max pumped himself faster, already close to the edge.
    Cassie had a small, compact body. She liked to wear soft cotton pants and tank tops while she painted. Even her cute painted toenails were a turn on for him.
    And her mouth! God, she had a talented tongue. They’d kissed probably a dozen times a day and he couldn’t get enough of her unique flavor.
    He came, biting his lip to keep from crying out as he covered his hand with his seed. He fell back onto the sheets and panted. If just thinking about being with Cassie pushed him over so quickly, he had no idea how he would handle it when he finally got to have her in his bed.
    He reached over and grabbed a handful of Kleenex to clean up the mess he’d made. He tossed them in the waste basket beside the bed then rolled over, burying his face in his pillow.
    Sleep started to cover him and he didn’t fight it as he looked forward to what the next day with Cassie would bring.
     
    * * * *
     
    Cassie dried off with a clean, fluffy towel then pulled on a pair of sleep pants and a black tank top. She ran a brush through her hair, thinking about the canvases that she needed to have picked up.
    She’d told James that she would call him once she was ready for everything to be moved to the gallery, and was almost out of space. She’d avoided having her assistant out to her house since she knew that Max and Alex believed he was involved.
    In the meantime, she couldn’t figure out if James was actually involved or not, she decided to just avoid the entire thing. Max let her, to a point. He still told her everything that the two Council shifters were finding out about the church close by. Apparently they were watching the church to see if any members were showing too much attention. They had reported that while the church was fully prepared to stop the showing, or to picket it, none of the members had traveled near the ranch.
    Cassie felt both better and