Mac (Mountain Men #2) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Mountain Men Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
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“Right. Well, I’m texting mine now.” She narrates her texts aloud, so I can hear what she’s saying.

Bryn: There’s been a bit of a wrinkle. Seems it isn’t safe to go home. I told my father I was safe with you, so as far as everybody's concerned, that's where you are. I'll be home in the morning. Don't go back to the house until they tell you.

“Fair enough. Let’s go.”

The mood between us has changed, as we get into the car. There's no more of the eager anticipation that there was earlier in the night, or the sexy energy that crackled and burned like embers. Now there's more of a pregnant anticipation, a curiosity about what will happen next. It's my job to put her at ease.

"We've got a bit of a drive ahead of us. You’ve never driven up into the Highlands?"

She shakes her head. “I haven’t, but I’ve always wanted to.”

“It’s unfortunate it isn’t daytime. The view when it isn’t cloudy’s gorgeous.”

“I bet,” she says with a sigh. “Take me some time?”

“Absolutely.”

We drive in silence for a moment, her hand in mine as we navigate our way out of the city and toward the road that heads north, out of Inverness and to our private lodge in the mountains.

“There’s only one thing you ought to know, Bryn.”

“What’s that?”

“No one’s allowed to see our location. I’ll have to blindfold you when we get closer.”

She blinks, then grins. “And the plot gets kinkier and kinkier…”

I chuckle at that. “Think I ought to take advantage of you when you’re blindfolded?”

She grins. “I think I could get into that.”

She isn’t nervous, then, or suspecting I had anything to do with this.

Even though I had everything to do with this.

“I’ll remember that.” I give her knee a little pat, as if to remind her of the spanking she got earlier. She parts her legs.

“Naughty little girl, aren’t you?” I spread her legs even wider. “Are you wet between the legs, darlin’?”

She groans as I swipe my thumb along her inner thighs.

“These sweet thighs of yours, fucking hell…”

“Mac,” she says, her voice choked with emotion or arousal or both.

“Yes, darlin’?”

“You’re… oh, God, you turn me on so easily. Everything about you. Your voice, your hands, the words you say, even that throaty chuckle of yours.” She shakes her head and moves her hips to press herself up more firmly against my fingers and groans. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

I haven’t given voice to these thoughts either, but I have to admit… I feel the same.

“Aye, lass,” I say, stroking my finger along the edge of her panties. “I feel the very same.”

Wordlessly, I follow her cues, increasing the tempo of my strokes while I focus on the road.

“I have to drive, Bryn. You follow my instructions.”

I remove my hand and grip the wheel as we go up a steep incline that takes us home.

“Close your eyes and stroke yourself. Pretend it’s me.”

She spreads her legs and her fingers immediately go to her sex. I could crash the fucking car, she’s that sexy, her jaw dropping as she finds her sweet spot.

“That’s it, darlin’. That’s a girl. Stroke that pretty pussy of yours. Imagine it’s me, love, imagine that’s my tongue between your legs.”

“Oh, God.” Her head lolls to the side and her shoulders droop, but her fingers move faster and faster.

“Yes,” she moans. “Fucking yes, I’m so wet. So ready to come again. Just the thought of you… of me…”

“Be quiet, now.” I’m taking control. I need to remind her that I'm the one in charge. I'm the one that calls the shots. That's the way I like it, and the way she does too. "No more talking, lass.”

She nods and continues to stroke, her breathing growing faster and faster.

“That’s a girl, keep it up. Finger that sweet cunt of yours. I want you dying to have my cock again, slick and ready, do you understand me?”

I grip her thigh as we go up the steep incline.

“Aye. Yes, sir,” she whispers, stroking harder and faster again and again, until she throws her head back.

“Ask for permission,” I grate out. “Don’t you fucking dare to come without permission.”

The heat between us ignites.

I’m no virgin, but I’ve never been with a woman like her. I love the way she leans into this, all of this, the way she comes with abandon and begs for my lead, the way my dominance turns her on and leaves her panting for more. There are so many things I could do with her. So many fucking things.

A part of me’s grateful for this, because we’ll use how much we’re into each other as a source of distraction. For both of us. I’ll distract her so she doesn’t suspect my real purpose, my real motive. I’ll distract me so I don’t fail in my duty to my family.


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