Breaking Free: A Colorado High Country Crossover Novel, Pamela Clare [i can read book club .TXT] 📗

How unfair was it that life could bring Jason to her when the two of them could never be together? He had his life in Sells, and she had her clinic and her family here in Scarlet Springs.

Think of this as a gift. No regrets. No looking ahead.

The ache grew sharper.

But it was true—these days and nights with Jason were a gift. She shouldn’t waste one moment of this time worrying about the future or weighing down the present by focusing on future sadness. They were here now, and that’s what mattered.

She pushed down the covers, exposed his beautiful cock, then got onto her knees—and took him into her mouth. He’d stopped her when she’d gone down on him, thinking of her pleasure. This time, she wanted him to finish first.

She moved slowly, stroking him to fullness, his cock growing hard in her mouth.

He stirred in his sleep, his brow furrowing.

She moved faster, kept up the rhythm.

He moaned in his sleep—then jolted awake, breath leaving his lungs in a rush. “Winona! What…?”

She took her mouth off him, but only for a moment. “Good morning. Don’t stop me this time.”

He stared at her, surprise and a hint of a smile on his face. “Okay. Jesus.”

Winona got back to work, putting everything she had into making it good for him, taking her cues from his responses, using her tongue, lips, and hand in tandem.

He slid his fingers into her hair, moved it aside, and watched as she devoured him, his breathing heavier. “God, you’re good at this.”

Winona kept at it, increasing the pressure, going faster, circling him with her tongue, focusing on the sensitive underside.

His fingers tightened until his hands were fisted in her hair, his breathing ragged, every muscle in his body tense.

She loved seeing the effect she had on him, loved seeing the erotic anguish on his face, his eyes squeezed shut now, his brow furrowed, his teeth clenched. His balls drew tight, and she knew he was on the edge.

She stopped, smiling at his frustrated groan.

“Oh, God.” He thrust with his hips, seeking the release she wouldn’t yet give him.

She blew cool breath across the wet head of his cock, smiled as breath hissed from between his teeth.

He slid a big hand beneath her chin, lifted her gaze to his, the heat in his eyes sending a shiver through her. “You’re cruel.”

She smiled—and took him into her mouth once again.

His head fell back onto the pillow. “Oh, Win.”

She brought him to the brink once more, making him wait, letting the tension build, his hips shifting against the bed, his body clearly aching for release.

He glared at her through narrowed eyes, the hint of a smile on his lips, one hand reaching to fondle her bare breast. “You’re going to find yourself on your back if you’re not careful.”

She smiled. “Ooh, threats. I’m scared.”

This time, she went all out, bringing him to the edge—and carrying him over.

He groaned, arched off the bed, drawing her head away from him as he came, his cock pulsing in her hand as she finished him, semen spurting onto his belly, her hand, her arm. With a shuddering exhale, he began to relax.

He opened his eyes, a tenderness there that made her breath catch. “You are incredible. You—”

A knock at the door. “Winona?”

“Oh, no! That’s Chaska.” Winona jumped out of bed, ran into her bathroom naked, and washed her hands and arm.

Another knock, more insistent this time. “Win?”

She dashed back to her room, threw on her sleepshirt, grabbed her bathrobe, and was on her way to the front door when Jason stopped her.

“You’ve got some of me on your cheek.” Chuckling, he wiped it off with his thumb. “You’re good.”

“Thanks.” She tied her bathrobe, hurried to the door, opened it. “Toniktuha he?”

How are you?

Chaska stepped inside. “Hey, what’s going on? Megs says you and Chiago spent the night at the Cimarron, that you’re helping Jack and Nate with a wolf?”

“It’s a long story. Coffee?” She’d just set the pot on to boil when Jason walked into the kitchen, fully dressed.

Chaska’s expression went hard. “Chiago.”

Jason acknowledged her brother with a nod. “Belcourt. Congratulations on the birth of your son.”

“Thanks.”

Winona didn’t feel like she owed Chaska an explanation. She wasn’t sixteen. Still, she had to say something. “Jason is staying in the guest room. Jack West asked the two of us to help him track a wolf that was killing his steers. It turns out that the wolf belonged to a poacher who was encamped illegally on Forest Service land. We found a female wolfdog and four pups at his camp, too, but the wolf got away.”

That was the truth—if not the whole truth.

“What? Wait. Start over. You tracked a wolf?”

Over coffee, Winona and Jason told Chaska the story, filling in most of the blanks, leaving out only the fact that they were sleeping together.

“And this bastard is in custody?” he asked.

Jason told him what McBride had shared in a text. “He’s in a Denver hospital with a broken pelvis. The four-wheeler flipped on him. But the wolf is still out there.”

Winona changed the subject. “How are Naomi and Shota?”

Chaska’s expression softened. “They’re coming home tomorrow. Can we talk for a minute, Win?”

Here it comes.

She walked with Chaska into her backyard.

Chaska didn’t mince words. “Are you sleeping with him?”

“That’s between Jason and me. I’m a grown woman, Chaska.”

He stopped, worry on his dear face. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. What do you really know about this man?”

“I know enough.”

Chaska nodded, stepped back. “You’re a grown woman, and I trust you to do what’s right. I just can’t remember a time when you were unwilling to share your heart with me. It’s not like you to shut me out, sister.”

He turned and walked out through her back gate, leaving Winona to wrestle with her emotions.

Chapter 17

While Winona did her rounds at the clinic, Jason rinsed the breakfast dishes and put them in the dishwasher, unable to get the