Chasing Tara (Bryant Station Curves) (10 page)

“Only when it comes to protecting what’s mine.” Tara tilted her head up. “Now kiss me.”

“You should eat first.” Jason brushed Tara’s lips with a light kiss.

“Is that the way to kiss your mate?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tara pulled out of his arms. “You have a choice. Either make love to me, or find out what happens when I don’t get my way.”

Jason sniffed. The sweet smell of lemons and honey filled the air. “And what happens if you don’t get my way.”

Tara grinned. “I thought you would never ask.” She pulled Jason down and straddled him. “I’m going to enjoy this.” Her eyes flashed silver.

Mate wants to play.

Yes, she does.

Mate smells good.

Good enough to eat, said Jason.

Lemon and honey.

“I have a good idea.” Jason rolled taking Tara with him. He nuzzled her neck. “I think you have on too many clothes.”

“There’s not much I can do about them. It seems I have a Neanderthal on top of me.”

Jason nipped her neck. “How about a Neanderthal in you?”

Tara felt her juices leaking out of her of pussy. “What are you waiting for?”

One of Jason’s fingers lengthened into a wicked looking claw. Carefully he cut Tara’s clothes and peeled them off body. “Guess I’ll just have to take you shopping later.” He gently massaged her breasts. “These are so beautiful. I can’t wait to see our cub suckling from them.” He pinched and teased one nipple while he teased the other one with his tongue.

Tara laced her fingers in his hair and arched her back. “Please, I need you now.”

Jason growled. He flipped Tara over onto her hands and knees. He rubbed each the soft curvy rear offered up to him. His cock grew harder. He had almost lost her. He needed Tara as much as she needed him. Jason reached down and pushed a finger into her pussy. She was wet for her mate.

“Quit teasing me.” Tara moaned. Her body trembled.

Jason removed his finger. Grabbing her hips, he pulled Tara back to him. He stopped. The tip of his cock was at the lips of her wet pussy. “Who do you belong to?”

“Don’t tease me.” Tara tried to push back against him, but Jason held her in place.

“Who do you belong to?” growled Jason.

“You, I belong to you and you belong to me.”

Jason plunged deep into her. He pulled out and plunged deep into her again.

“Yes!” Tara pushed back each time Jason plunged into her.

“Come for me.” Jason pounded into her harder.

Tara moaned and called his name as the orgasm crashed over her.

Jason growled her name and bit down on her shoulder as he released his seed deep in her.

When the last tremors faded, Jason held Tara tight to him and rolled to his side, taking
her with him. He kissed her then licked her shoulder where he had bitten her.

Tara sighed as she drifted off to sleep in her mate’s arms.

EPILOGUE

Tara stared out the window, watching Ben play with Haley. She rubbed the bump that was starting to show.

“What did Noah want?” Jason came up behind Tara and wrapped his arms around her.

“Noah, mom, and Owen want us to come for Thanksgiving.”

“We’re supposed to be going to my parents.” Jason kissed the top of her head.

“That’s what I told Noah, so they’re going to have their Thanksgiving on Friday so we can come.”

Jason chuckled. “I still can’t believe my in-laws are cats.”

“It could have been worse. I could have been a cat too.” Tara leaned back against Jason.

“Not likely. What else did Noah say?”

“Your divorce papers will be here in the next day or two.”

“Good.” Jason kissed the top of Tara’s head. “Anything else?”

“Something about Christmas being a good time for a wedding otherwise he was going to have a new bear rug in front of his fireplace,” said Tara.

“He’s not demanding much.”

Tara snorted. “I don’t think he’s demanding enough. Your mom started hinting about needing another wedding too.”

“She cornered me at David and Lisa’s wedding.”

Tara laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your mom sent a bunch of articles to me about winter weddings.”

“Just wait until she gets Granma involved.”

“I think she already did. I got a call from Miss Pamela this morning.”

Jason kissed her neck, just above the scar he left when he bit her. “You’re in my cave and you’re mine.”

“Don’t be such a Neanderthal.”

“Did Noah say anything about your accounts?”

“He got all my accounts released back to me, and he’s filed against Donald’s estate for the full market value of the condo and my SUV.  Noah says we probably
won’t get anything from it. He was able to retrieve my laptop and a few other things. I can pick them up Thanksgiving.”

“I’m sorry. New York real estate
isn’t cheap. That’s a lot of money to lose.”

“Honestly, I could care less about the condo or the SUV. I have
what’s important. I have you and the cubs.”

Jason hugged her. “What are you going to do with your bank accounts?”

“That’s what we need to talk about.” Tara turned to face Jason. “I want to set up trust accounts for Ben, Haley, and the cub.

“Trust accounts?” Jason stared at her. “What are you talking about?”

“Donald was able to drain the money out of the joint account I had with Andrew, but he wasn’t able to get into my personal accounts—accounts I had before I got married. Those accounts were under my maiden name and my pen name.”

“Tara, you don’t have to worry about money. I’ve got plenty.”

“I’m not worried about money, but we never really talked about what I do for a living, so this may come as a shock.” Tara took a deep breath and let it out. “I’m a writer. I’ve been a writer since I got out high school.”

“I know you’re a writer,” said Jason.

“Writing is not a hobby for me. I’m a published writer. I write paranormal romance. Several of my books have been turned into made for television movies, and my agent is working on a deal for a couple of more.”

Jason stared at Tara.  “How much are you worth?”

“I can pay off all the Anderson family debt and not miss the money. Our cubs will never have to worry about poverty, but I don’t want them to think or act like they’re privilege.”

Jason shook his head His mate was something else. “What am I going to do with you?”

Tara smiled. “Take me upstairs and make love to me.”

Jason pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “You are mine.” He picked her up and carried her upstairs.

Outside, Ben picked up Haley. “Why don’t we go get some hot chocolate?”

Haley clapped her hands then wrapped her arms around Ben’s neck.
“My bear. My brother.”

Ben smiled. He carried Haley to the house.

The wind shifted.

Ben paused at the backdoor. He sniffed the air and frowned. Something was coming. He hugged Haley tighter, went inside the house, and closed the door.

THE END