Red River Read Online Free Books by Cardeno C. (Pack #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Pack Series by Cardeno C.
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
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Wesley’s eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. “I’ll see you in bed.”

When Wesley hit the final week of his pregnancy, he couldn’t find a comfortable sleeping position, so he spent most of the night tossing and turning. Jobe had quickly gotten used to that and he didn’t have much trouble sleeping through it, but this latest position woke him up in more ways than one.

“Wes?” Jobe kissed the back of Wesley’s neck.

“Uh-huh?”

“What are you doing?” They were both on their sides, his chest pressed to Wesley’s back.

“Nothing,” Wesley said as he wiggled his butt into Jobe’s groin.

“Nothing?” Jobe rocked his hips forward, thrusting his hardening cock against Wesley’s ass. “You sure about that?” He reached around Wesley’s hip and, just as he expected, found a hot, firm erection.

“Jobe.” Wesley gasped.

“I’m here.” He cupped Wesley’s heavy balls and gnawed on his shoulders. “Tell me what you need, honey.”

At first, Wesley didn’t answer, but then he cleared his throat and quietly said, “Remember the first time we met?”

“I remember every second I’ve spent with you,” Jobe said honestly.

Wesley twisted his head over his shoulder and met Jobe’s gaze. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips over Wesley’s. “So much.”

“I want…” Wesley turned back around. “I want to feel you inside me again. Like that first night.”

Just the thought of entering his mate shot a pang into Jobe’s balls. He cupped Wesley’s cheek with one hand, pulled it to the side, and then tickled the fingers of his free hand down his channel and over his hole.

“Yes,” Wesley hissed. “Want you there.”

There was nowhere Jobe would rather be. Quickly, he rolled over, pulled the nightstand drawer open, and found the bottle of lube.

“Jobe,” Wesley whined, sounding eager and desperate. “Hurry.”

Abandoning any pretense of finesse, Jobe flipped the cap open, drizzled more slick than could possibly be necessary onto his palm, and tossed the lube aside. “I’m coming.” He dipped two fingers into the liquid and then, in quick succession, pushed first one and then the other into Wesley’s hole.

“Ah!” Wesley shouted joyfully.

“Look at you.” Jobe wrapped his lubed palm around his own dick and stroked himself as he watched his fingers pump in and out of Wesley’s hole. “So hot.”

“I’m fat and cranky.”

After pulling his fingers out, Jobe pressed his cockhead against Wesley’s welcoming hole. “You’re beautiful and sexy,” he whispered into his ear as he slowly slid inside.

“Oh lord.” Wesley pushed back, taking Jobe in faster. “So good.”

Shaking with desire, Jobe curled his body around Wesley’s and shoved the rest of the way inside. Both men groaned in pleasure.

“Harder,” Wesley begged. “Make me feel it.”

“Gladly.” Jobe gripped Wesley’s hip, keeping him in place, slid out, and then plunged back in. “Like that?” he asked before pulling out and slamming in again. “Is that hard enough?” Wesley’s passionate moan was the only affirmation he needed to continue pummeling his mate’s tight hole. His balls rose and his dick throbbed, but he held his own pleasure at bay, wanting to give Wesley everything he needed.

“Jobe,” Wesley gasped. “Oh. Oh.”

He quickly dropped his hand to Wesley’s dick and began stroking in time with his own thrusts.

“I’m going to. I’m going to,” Wesley chanted, his voice rough with need.

Jobe closed his teeth over Wesley’s shoulder and punched into him harder, faster, desperately trying to tip him over the edge before he lost the tenuous hold he had on his own control.

“Jobe!” Wesley shouted a final time before hot cream poured from his cock over Jobe’s hand.

“Yes,” Jobe said gratefully. “Yes.” He pushed inside as deeply as possible and emptied his pleasure into his mate.

“Lord.” Wesley panted for air. “I needed that.” He reached his hand back and caressed Jobe’s hip. “Thank you.”

“Any time.” Jobe chuckled and brushed his lips up Wesley’s neck. “Any time at all.”

Epilogue

“Are you sure this is normal?” Wesley asked the pack doctor. Over the past nine weeks, the puckered skin he had previously thought of as a scar or a mark had stretched and now his stomach, which had once been muscular and tan, was round and, more disturbingly, iridescent. He poked the shimmering skin and felt the tip of his finger drop beneath the surface, as if he was dipping into a bowl of Jell-O.

“Yes. The birthing skin keeps thinning until we can help your baby come out to meet her fathers.” The doctor ghosted his hands over Wesley’s stomach. “In fact, I think you’re ready.” He glanced up at Jobe, who sat beside Wesley on the bed. “Alpha, do you want to do the honors?”

“It’s safe?” Jobe’s voice shook and his hands trembled. “I won’t hurt him?”

“You won’t hurt him. He was built for this.”

Jobe looked at him. “Wes? Is it okay?”

Wesley had never seen his calm, cool mate more rattled. Paradoxically, that helped ease his own nerves. “You won’t hurt me,” he assured Jobe. “It’s time.”



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