Brick House: Blue Collar Wolves #2 (Mating Season Collection) Read Online Free Page B

work. The ride to their home had the undercurrent of knowledge of future happenings, but overall they spoke as they always did. She was just as comfortable with them now as she had been any other night, and maybe that fact revealed more than she wanted to think on right now.
    Then the front door closed behind them, cocooning them together, and now everything changed.
    House charged her, pulling her to him. “My turn,” he whispered, voice low and rough, his accent now pure sex and panty-scorching hot. His mouth was softer than Brick’s, lips fuller, but he dominated her the same way the other wolf did, taking charge from the start.
    Fingers threaded through her hair, tilting her head so his tongue could plunder her mouth. Other hands, stripping off her jacket, roaming over her body, those fingers closing over her nipples underneath the thin shirt, making her moan into the mouth on hers.
    “Let us take care of you,” came Brick’s voice from far away as the hands continued working on her, clothing disappearing and her only noticing as the occasional whisper of air ghosted across her skin.
    They were in a bedroom, and House pulled away to look down her body, and only now did it hit her that she was down to her underwear. It was plain white cotton, nothing to indicate she expected anything like this to happen, but the look in House’s eyes had her feeling sexier than any model in an ad.
    Now, four hands roaming over her body, calloused fingertips and rough skin dragging from her breathy sighs and low moans. Those large hands, able to rip a car apart, able to rip a man apart, but on her they had one purpose – to induce pleasure. To get her ready and wet and primed for these wolves.
    Light strokes now moved up to her face, brushing over her forehead, over her cheekbones and down her nose, tracing her mouth, and Mel opened her eyes to see House staring down at her, awe mixed with the hunger in his eyes. His eyes met hers, and with a gentleness he hadn’t shown before, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth opened under him, letting this gentle invasion in.
    He slid his tongue into that wet warmth, groaning as her tongue met his, and low against her belly his cock surged forth, hardening against her, making her a promise of where this was heading. That proof of his desire had her moaning and pushing against him, and House was no longer gentle.
    As she broke from House, the nuzzle against her neck had her tilting her head to allow Brick unfettered access, the wolf behind her growling and nipping at her. “God, you smell good,” he said, following up the words with his own cock pushing against her, against her ass where only the thin fabric of her panties and the rough denim of his jeans separated them from each other.
    She giggled, the sound strained and breathy. “It’s the same perfume I always wear.”
    “You always smell good, and it’s not the perfume.”
    At his words and the heavy, throaty way he said them, a dusting of pink went from her cheeks down her throat to the tops of her breasts, a dusting that had House following the trail with his hands. “I can’t wait to eat you,” he growled, leaning down to lick one nipple through the cotton of her bra.
    Her groan spurred him on, and his mouth was traveling over her, his tongue edging under the cloth of her bra. It was a warm, wet trail that had her skin pebbling in its wake, had her breathing hard. “Something tells me you like that, Mel.”
    “Keep doing that.”
    “Hmm, should I?” But before she could threaten him he repeated the sequence. Multiple times, until she was lost in sensation and her hands moved to the hooks at the back of her bra.
    “No,” House said, stopping her. “That’s for Brick.”
    Brick’s large hands seemed to span the entire expanse of her back, but his fingers were deft as he released the hooks, letting the fabric fall away.
    For just a moment, her bra caught on her nipples, resisting being cast away. Then