Bent (The Gifted Series) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Elbie Sinclair
graced him with. Mercy , he was fine. She plopped at the end of their bed, her eyes perusing his back and everything south. He swiveled. “Leah, what’s—” he halted, catching her gawking.
Her grin widened as another part of him responded to her perusal. “Insatiable woman,” he growled. “And lucky me, it looks like you haven’t showered.”
“Nope.” She grinned. “And I’m a dirty, dirty girl.”
Tiago stalked forward and thrust his hands into her bed head. He dipped for a kiss, making Leah glad that she always brushed first thing. She welcomed his lush lips and deepened the act.
After another growl of pleasure, Tiago pulled back. “Sorry I didn’t stay up with you last night, but I was bone tired. How’d the family reunion go? You came to bed pretty late.”
Leah stood, stretching in his arms and fighting back a yawn. She’d flopped into bed around two, after catching up with Bowen and Ray. “Bo’s agreed to stay and help out,” she began. “Mattis offered him a private contract, but Bo shot him the bird.”
Tiago chuckled aloud. “I like that dude.”
Focussed on her thoughts, Leah scowled. “Truth be told, I think he’s here to babysit me.”
“Good,” Tiago barked, not even attempting to hide his approval.
Leah’s eyes narrowed. “As difficult as it might be to shoot your gorgeously naked ass down, don’t tempt me.” She hated being coddled.
Tiago pecked her nose. “Baby, we can use all the help we can get, and who better to protect you than your own family.”
She snickered. “Yeah, one half wants to protect me from the other half who wants to destroy me.”
“Exactly. So Bowen is more than welcome to stay as long as he likes.”
Her head bobbed, considering. “I’ll admit, it’ll be nice having him around.” Since being taken by the agency, Leah’s life went from loneliness and confusion to a sense of family unity and wholeness. Granted, learning that Marcus Landon was her father and her mother’s ruthless murderer didn’t exactly fill her with joy, but she did have to credit his lineage with stellar abilities. Ones that she’d gladly use to crush the lot of the remaining Landons.
She smiled at the thought, then her eyes roamed Tiago, and her smile shifted to the seductive variety. The man before her filled her with a contentment that comforted and scared her in the same breath. She’d die of heartbreak if she lost Gracen. She then glanced at the alarm clock. “Seize the moment, Gracen. I’m leaving with Carter and Declan in forty. We’re investigating gifted reports from up near Chehalis.”
Tiago began working her PJ bottoms to the floor. “I’d rather you didn’t go.”
She gave him a glare, and he flatly followed up with a practiced speech, “But I know I need to get over my protective nature. You’re an agent in training and this is the life you chose.” This caused her to smile triumphantly as he roughly tugged her tank over her head, sending her hair swirling about her head and face. His ire seemed to have vanished as he zeroed in on her breasts. He adored them. They were like a honing device designed for Gracen’s distraction. She tested this repeatedly by walking around their room naked and noting where he steadily gazed—always on her perky, not-so-little breasts.
Growling like a possessive griz, he roughly cupped one and dipped his head for a deep suck. “Mine all mine,” he muttered as his other hand claimed the
Her grin widened as another part of him responded to her perusal. “Insatiable woman,” he growled. “And lucky me, it looks like you haven’t showered.”
“Nope.” She grinned. “And I’m a dirty, dirty girl.”
Tiago stalked forward and thrust his hands into her bed head. He dipped for a kiss, making Leah glad that she always brushed first thing. She welcomed his lush lips and deepened the act.
After another growl of pleasure, Tiago pulled back. “Sorry I didn’t stay up with you last night, but I was bone tired. How’d the family reunion go? You came to bed pretty late.”
Leah stood, stretching in his arms and fighting back a yawn. She’d flopped into bed around two, after catching up with Bowen and Ray. “Bo’s agreed to stay and help out,” she began. “Mattis offered him a private contract, but Bo shot him the bird.”
Tiago chuckled aloud. “I like that dude.”
Focussed on her thoughts, Leah scowled. “Truth be told, I think he’s here to babysit me.”
“Good,” Tiago barked, not even attempting to hide his approval.
Leah’s eyes narrowed. “As difficult as it might be to shoot your gorgeously naked ass down, don’t tempt me.” She hated being coddled.
Tiago pecked her nose. “Baby, we can use all the help we can get, and who better to protect you than your own family.”
She snickered. “Yeah, one half wants to protect me from the other half who wants to destroy me.”
“Exactly. So Bowen is more than welcome to stay as long as he likes.”
Her head bobbed, considering. “I’ll admit, it’ll be nice having him around.” Since being taken by the agency, Leah’s life went from loneliness and confusion to a sense of family unity and wholeness. Granted, learning that Marcus Landon was her father and her mother’s ruthless murderer didn’t exactly fill her with joy, but she did have to credit his lineage with stellar abilities. Ones that she’d gladly use to crush the lot of the remaining Landons.
She smiled at the thought, then her eyes roamed Tiago, and her smile shifted to the seductive variety. The man before her filled her with a contentment that comforted and scared her in the same breath. She’d die of heartbreak if she lost Gracen. She then glanced at the alarm clock. “Seize the moment, Gracen. I’m leaving with Carter and Declan in forty. We’re investigating gifted reports from up near Chehalis.”
Tiago began working her PJ bottoms to the floor. “I’d rather you didn’t go.”
She gave him a glare, and he flatly followed up with a practiced speech, “But I know I need to get over my protective nature. You’re an agent in training and this is the life you chose.” This caused her to smile triumphantly as he roughly tugged her tank over her head, sending her hair swirling about her head and face. His ire seemed to have vanished as he zeroed in on her breasts. He adored them. They were like a honing device designed for Gracen’s distraction. She tested this repeatedly by walking around their room naked and noting where he steadily gazed—always on her perky, not-so-little breasts.
Growling like a possessive griz, he roughly cupped one and dipped his head for a deep suck. “Mine all mine,” he muttered as his other hand claimed the